An Xin glanced at Jiang Zhou, the troublemaker.

"If I say I didn't mean it, would you believe me?" Jiang Zhou touched his nose and said embarrassedly.

An Xin: “I believe~”

Jiang Zhou just opened his mouth when he heard An Xin say, "I don't believe you, you old fool."

Jiang Zhou's eyes drooped, and he stole a glance at his own headmaster, muttering, "I'm not the youngest among the six brothers. An Rui is the sixth."

"Puchi." An Xin said that I am not a person who likes to laugh unless I can't help it.

An Rui, who was innocently caught in the crossfire, raised his hand to hit Jiang Zhou, the poisonous-tongued man, but when he met his half-smile, he immediately withdrew his hand timidly.

When An Xin came out, Da Zhuang and Ling Feng, with the guards from the mansion, were already confronting dozens of guards from the Anguo Mansion across the street.

"Hey, the Lord Chief Priest has finally come out. I thought you knew you were in the wrong and didn't dare to come out to see me." The wife of the Prince of Anguo said sarcastically.

"Do you care?" An Xin rubbed two fingers together, "I know it's wrong for your daughter to stop a man she sees on the street. The Crown Prince's wife still has a little sense of public morality."

An Xin spoke in a calm and unhurried tone, and his words were full of righteousness.

"Bitch, my mother said you are in the wrong." Feng Wanyao saw several good-looking men standing next to An Xin, and walked out and saw them.

He looked at her with a sarcastic look and occasionally approached An Xin to say something, which made her very jealous.

"That's right. You threw my daughter into the ditch. I'm here to settle the score with you." Madam Du, the wife of the Crown Prince, glared at An Xin and the others and said, "You must give me an explanation."

An Xin raised the corner of his lips, knowing that there was no point in reasoning with this kind of people in the capital who were so cunning that they could be unreasonable.

Just before she was about to speak, Jiang Zhou smiled evilly: "Just throw it away, what can you do about it?"

"He was the one who threw me." Feng Wanyao was a little infatuated with Jiang Zhou's smile.

Pointing at Jiang Zhou and Leng Xiangbai, she said something that shocked everyone, "Mother, can I take both of them back to be my husbands?"

"Fuck you, bullshit." Jiang Zhou couldn't look at it, his face was gloomy, and he turned on his venomous tongue: "Look at your face as big as a basin, eyes as big as sesame seeds, nose as collapsed, and mouth as big as a manure jar.

It's not your fault that you are ugly, but it's wrong to look scary. It's good to have beautiful dreams, but don't daydream. "

Jiang Zhou smoothed the hair on his temples, raised one of his thick eyebrows, and his eyes were like a piece of glass, shining with a sharp luster.

An Xin waited until his student finished speaking, then glanced towards a teahouse opposite his home.

Then he retracted his gaze and concluded in a gloomy tone: "If the officials of the court knew that the Third Prince's maternal grandfather raised such a well-educated cousin, I wonder if the civil and military officials would be happy and cheer for him behind his back."

"cheap……"

“Bang!”

An Xin took back Feng Wanyao, who had spoken foul language, before he could teach her a lesson, and carried her behind his back.

The first time I saw Leng Xiangbai, who usually appeared to be a modest and gentle gentleman, he took out a plain handkerchief and wiped his palms carefully.

"You, you guys..." Lady Du, the wife of the Prince of Anguo, was about to get angry and order people to beat An Xin and the others, when an attendant squeezed in from the crowd of onlookers, approached and whispered a few words.

Mrs. Du glared at An Xin and the others unwillingly, gritting her teeth and saying, "I'll let you go today, and we'll see what happens."

Then he glanced at Feng Wanyao with secret annoyance.

Feng Wanyao, who was slapped by Leng Xiangbai but still unwilling to give up, left and shouted that she wanted Du to take the evil Jiang Zhou and the handsome Leng Xiangbai back.

The people around gradually dispersed when they saw that there was nothing exciting to watch. At this time, an official in his sixties, stroking his beard, walked down from the teahouse opposite.

He reprimanded An Xin for taking advantage of his seniority, saying, "An Jijiu, you should be merciful when you can. You should still discipline your own students.

Now that you have entered the imperial court, you can no longer be as rude as that wilderness kid. It is better not to be so arrogant."

"Grand Scholar Ji, you should just go back and teach the third prince well. You don't need to worry about my students." An Xin's eyes were cold. When would it be the turn for others to make a fuss about her students?

The Third Prince's teacher, the First-rank Grand Secretary Ji Kun, who was rebuked, sneered unhappily, "It is because I have said too much. I wonder how long the Master of the Imperial Sacrifice can continue to be so arrogant."

An Xin curled the corners of his mouth, "I still say that no matter how long I can be arrogant, it is none of your business, Lord Ji.

I advise you to worry less when you are old, otherwise you may die from overwork."

"You, you, you...are unreasonable." Grand Scholar Ji angrily threw his sleeves and left.

He was determined to kill this woman who almost replaced him and became the teacher of the third prince who had the greatest hope of ascending the throne, as long as the third prince, whom he taught, became the crown prince, in order to relieve the shame in his heart.

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He is a learned university scholar, but now he is not as famous as a young girl among the literati in Daqian. How can he not feel ashamed?

An Xin looked at the slightly hunched back of Grand Secretary Ji Kun. He didn't know when he had offended this old man, but he actually saw indignant hatred in his old and turbid eyes.

As Emperor Sheng An stopped showing up, the court became even more chaotic.

Every time Concubine Xian from the harem went to visit Emperor Sheng'an, it was hard to tell whether the expression on her face was happy or sad.

When she returned to her palace, she ordered her trusted maid to bring a brazier and threw the purse into it to burn.

A strange fragrance wafted out, and the old maid hurried to open the window.

Walking up to Concubine Xian, he asked in confusion, "Your Highness, why are you so anxious? Our Highness is still young, and I'm afraid that if he takes the throne at this time, he will be held hostage by the ministers of the previous dynasty."

The arrogant and domineering Concubine Xian frowned slightly, with a hint of viciousness in her eyes: "How could I not know this truth, but I have received accurate information.

The son of the empress, who was sent by the emperor to pray for the Great Qian Dynasty since he was a child, is about to be brought back to the palace.

All the civil and military officials in the court knew that the eldest prince was out of favor. He did not even have a title when he left the palace to build his own mansion. He was just a low-ranking prince.

If something happens to the emperor now, who do you think has the best chance of becoming the crown prince? "

"Our Third Prince is the most intelligent and talented one." The nanny flattered him against her conscience.

The old nanny, who had served Concubine Xian for many years, certainly knew what Concubine Xian liked to hear, but if she asked her, the Third Prince born to Concubine Xian was too naive and lacked intelligence, and was not fit to be a crown prince.

But as a slave, did she dare to tell the truth? Of course not, for the sake of her head, she couldn't.

Sure enough, when Concubine Xian heard the nanny praising the intelligence of her third prince, she raised the corners of her lips with joy and smiled.

Thinking of something, her face darkened again, and she said in a stern tone: "Of course I am anxious, but if the son of the former queen is allowed to return to the palace, then there will be no place for my son to be the crown prince."