Chapter 321 Heavenly Family

When Bei Jingchu was a child, she thought that the national teacher was a mysterious but powerful charlatan.

When I grew up, I thought he was a otaku.

She rarely visits the Star Picking Tower, so now she is being criticized: "I only come here when I am confused. I am a national teacher who predicts the country's fortune and fortune, not the Prince's eloquence."

Bei Jingchu felt ashamed and stood up and said, "Sorry for bothering you. I'll leave now."

Someone: “…That’s not necessary.”

Bei Jingchu still said with shame: "But what I did is indeed immoral~"

"I feel really sorry for the Imperial Master. I'd better leave now."

I couldn't see the person's expression, nor could I hear any fluctuations in his voice, but I always felt that his words were an attempt to save face.

"That's fine. I've been your question-solving tool for ten years and I'm pretty experienced at it."

“It would be even better if it wasn’t free.”

Bei Jingchu rubbed her ears.

[Hmm? Did this person speak just now? What did he say? ]

【Why did I suddenly become deaf? 】

The Imperial Master was so lazy that he was speechless.

Because it was a bit embarrassing to have been a freeloader for ten years, Bei Jing tried to ease the atmosphere: "When it comes to teaching, imparting knowledge and resolving doubts, the national teacher already occupies one of the three."

"Come to think of it, I can still call you teacher."

The prince was rejected: "...Forget it."

"If you go out and say that Your Highness was taught by me, it would be a disgrace to our school."

"I am afraid I will not be able to help cleaning the door."

Bei Jingchu:?

???

Bei Jingchu rolled her eyes at him and gave him the middle finger.

The old master, who was who knows how many years older, looked at the very young hand, raised his middle finger, and asked sincerely, "What does this mean?"

"I'm praising you."

The Imperial Master said "Oh" and thrust his middle finger in front of Bei Jingchu, saying: "Then Your Highness is also great~"

Bei Jingchu could only laugh awkwardly.

He struck the incense seal, framed the incense powder within the seal pattern, and lit it.

Wisps of white smoke rose from the exquisite incense burner.

Bei Jingchu sniffed it and asked, "Is it sandalwood?"

"But it smells sweeter."

He replied, "I saw that Your Highness didn't sleep well, so I used the calming incense specially."

Bei Jing became slightly alert: [You even know that I have insomnia? ]

[Could it be that the Imperial Master, who appears to be withdrawing from the world, actually has spies in the East Palace and other places? ]

[Or did you learn it from somewhere in the system? ]

A sigh escaped from the lips beneath the veil.

At such a young age, the emperor had learned to be suspicious.

He reached out his hand, tapped his cheek through a layer of gauze, and explained: "Your Highness is as tired as a dried corpse that has been driven by a corpse herder for three days and three nights. It's not hard to guess."

Bei Jingchu touched her face and found that it was indeed not so round anymore.

But she was not convinced: "I am a young girl in her prime, how can I be chased away for three days and three nights like a dried corpse?"

"Can you please stop using words to describe it?"

"I just didn't sleep well that day."

The reason for insomnia is still due to legal issues.

She held her chin with her hand, not knowing where to begin.

"In fact, as a royal family, you have to pity your servants, which is like the cat crying over the rat."

"Everyone around me thinks that slaves are lowly people and there is no need to consider their feelings."

"But the Imperial Master is a cultivator who treats all things as straw dogs and treats them all equally. Can you understand a little bit of what I am thinking?"

The national teacher corrected her: "I am a cultivator, not a Taoist."

“I’m not a Taoist.”

【well?】

【Isn’t he an old Taoist priest? 】

[It can’t be an old monk. ]

[Look at this long hair, it's much smoother and glossier than my black hair. ]

[It’s so beautiful~]

Bei Jingchu was drooling with joy.

The Imperial Master felt the burning gaze and felt a little uncomfortable. Just as he was about to say something, he heard:

[I really want to take his hair and put it on my own head. ]

Imperial Master: “…”

He was overthinking it.