As the class bell rang, Jiang Qingqing perked up and listened carefully to Lin Ze's lecture.

New teachers always introduce themselves at the beginning, and Lin Ze naturally followed the same process.

"I, Lin, come from a poor family. I am not talented, but I will get the third place this year." Lin Ze appears calm and low-key on the surface, but his words are full of pride.

Jiang Qingqing was a little vague about the progress of the imperial examination, after all, there was no such thing during the era of the empress.

It took her a while to realize what Lin Ze meant by Versailles.

[Heh, you just got the third place? When you said you just got it, the two or three hundred people in the examination hall would be so angry that they would beat you up if they heard you say that, right?]

Xiao Linting lowered his head to look at the contents of the book, his fingertips faintly touching Jiang Qingqing's body.

He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly.

I have to say that Lin Ze is a very good poetry reciter. At the very least, he recites poetry with great emotion and passion, as if the poetry was written by him.

If Jiang Qingqing hadn't specifically looked at the book's author's note, she would have almost believed it.

Poetry is nothing more than telling the meaning, implication, and atmosphere of the poems of classic poets, and then on this basis, teaching them how to expand their thinking and expand their ideals.

At least it sounds much better than the dry and boring content in other policy essays.

Jiang Qingqing was still holding on to her breath as Lin Ze solemnly explained the origins of these poems.

It was not until the bell rang for class and Lin Ze calmly closed the book in his hand and walked out that Jiang Qingqing finally woke up.

"Uncle! What are we going to learn in the next class?" Jiang Qingqing turned around and looked at Xiao Linting who was standing very close to her.

This was the most serious time she had been in the Imperial College. She really didn't feel how close the people around her were to her.

Looking at the boy's clean face, handsome profile, and outstanding high nose bridge so close to her, Jiang Qingqing was dazed for a moment.

Xiao Linting seemed to be reading a long book while listening to the child talking beside him. He was reluctant to look up and could only lean slightly to the side to listen to her.

"He should be practicing calligraphy in the side hall of the Imperial College. What's wrong?"

He deliberately spoke in a calm voice, which greatly reduced the hoarse and cracked sounds.

Jiang Qingqing watched the smooth skin getting closer and closer to her. The emperor's uncle's skin was not fair. Perhaps he had fought in the battlefields in his early years. His skin was a healthy wheat color and was not dark.

But at least it adds a sense of tenacity to this young man.

Coincidentally, Jiang Qingqing likes this kind of boy.

[So handsome.]

In his mind was the baby's vague sighing voice. Xiao Linting looked over with some confusion, and was unexpectedly met with the child's clear and bright eyes.

Those eyes were penetrating and innocent, the purest look he had ever seen.

Hearing this compliment, Xiao Linting felt inexplicably happy.

"Pack up, I will take you to the side hall."

He closed the book in his hand and slowly put his legs down.

This posture doesn't look natural.

Jiang Qingqing looked down and saw that the emperor's uncle's legs were stretched straight. His originally indifferent eyes gradually showed an unspoken smile.

[Well, after sitting cross-legged for a whole class, it would be strange if my legs weren't numb. ]

Jiang Qingqing turned around and quickly packed up the things she was going to take to calligraphy class. When she stood up and walked forward, the books she was holding in her arms fell out seemingly inadvertently.

"Pah." The not-so-light blue book fell on Xiao Linting's numb toes.

Xiao Linting frowned slightly, and his eyes immediately fell on the little culprit, and happened to catch the child's cunning expression.

"Your Highness, if you can't hold the book, just leave it on the table for me to pick up."

Xiao Linting realized that the child was playful, and he calmly withdrew his foot.

Jiang Qingqing stared at his leg with eyes wide open, shocked!

What kind of iron man is this? If she skipped a class, she would take three or four minutes to recover. How could he stretch out his leg in just a moment and control it calmly?

Sure enough, handsome people are also very smart.

【admire!】

Xiao Linting retracted his legs, supported his knees with his hands, picked up the books on the ground, and handed them to Jiang Qingqing. At that moment, he heard the shocked tone of the little baby.

Jiang Qingqing hugged the thick calligraphy book again, turned around and ran out.

The side hall is right next door. The last time Jiang Qingqing followed the emperor's uncle to eat pastries, she made sure to find the way herself.

When she ran to the side hall, she saw that the long table without seats was filled with books. It was her first time to attend this calligraphy class, and for a moment, she didn't know where to stand.

That's not right. It's not that. It's that these tables are too high. For a little princess who is only five years old, Jiang Qingqing really can't reach the table.

How can I practice calligraphy if I can’t reach it?

Then don’t practice!

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingqing's lips curled up into a triumphant smile. She glanced around at the seats and finally chose to tiptoe and put the thick book in her hand on the table, next to the window.

This location is perfect for lounging.

Just as Jiang Qingqing was praising herself for her perfect wit, Xiao Linting walked slowly into the side hall and saw the seat of Her Royal Highness the Princess at a glance.

"Your Highness, please choose this place for calligraphy class. The wind is strong and it's hard to keep the rice paper on the table pressed down." He hinted that this location was not very suitable for calligraphy class.

Jiang Qingqing paused, and she responded cleverly: "It doesn't matter, as long as I press the paper well, I won't be so embarrassed."

As she spoke, Jiang Qingqing took a few steps back and rushed out of the side hall.

Meeting the Emperor's uncle while studying was very stressful. She chose to escape for a while, and when she left the Imperial College, she would hold on to this thigh!

Walking out of the side hall of the Imperial College, Jiang Qingqing took the initiative to look around the environment of the Imperial College for the first time.

Just as she was walking on the small corridor near the lake, feeling the summer breeze blowing away the heat from her body and was about to half-close her eyes in comfort, she heard the low rustling voices of several boys in her ears.

She couldn't help but prick up her ears and listen.

"Third Prince, he dared to instigate the Second Prince to push you. In my opinion, you should give him a tooth for a tooth and make him fall into the water!"

"That's right, anyway, he is also the unpopular prince of Li State. We are afraid that he will do something, and no one will back him up!"

The instigating voices of several men reached Jiang Qingqing's ears. She opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the voices.

I saw a group of boys in beautiful clothes standing together, whispering.

In this crowd, Jiang Qingqing saw Jiang Chen's figure at a glance.

She walked forward curiously, with cat-like steps, and none of the older boys noticed her presence.