Wenle scratched his face and looked down at himself.
I didn't find anything wrong.
Could it be that he has become handsome again?
Thinking of this possibility, Wenle's little body immediately straightened up, with a proud smile on his chubby face, and he let Xiaoshi look at him.
Xiaojiu looked at the looks of his two younger brothers and remained silent.
He simply turned his head away, no longer looking at the two little guys, and continued drinking his tea.
"nothing."
Xiao Shi pouted.
How could he have the nerve to say that!
"Oh." Wenle didn't think much about it.
He approached Little Ten and asked, "Tenth Prince, what do you usually do for fun?"
Xiao Shi thought for a moment and said, "Either stay with Brother Nine, or go to the Imperial College to study."
"Ah?! Aren't you a prince? Even you have to study!"
Wenle felt a little more balanced.
It turns out that even a prince cannot escape the hardship of studying!
“Who doesn’t need to study?”
Xiao Shi looked at Wenle curiously.
He doesn't like reading either.
Wenle shook his head:
"I don't know either. My dad told me that many people can't afford to go to school. But I've never seen that."
Xiao Shi thought about it and nodded:
"Before, the people who served me didn't have to study. But recently, my father has arranged for people to teach them to study."
"Wow! How pitiful!"
The two little guys' sighs made Xiaojiu unable to bear it any longer.
He glanced at his two younger brothers and wanted to say, the opportunity to study that you don’t want is something that many people can only dream of.
But when the words came to my lips, I couldn't continue.
never mind.
Let them let their imagination run wild.
Xiaojiu did not get involved in the conversation between his two younger brothers, nor did he care about the mutual sympathy between these two poor students.
About a quarter of an hour later, officials from the court arrived one after another.
Feng Yang brought everyone into the box one by one.
"Your Highnesses, the Ninth and Tenth Princes, are here to see you."
The two people who were still whispering together raised their heads at the same time.
Xiao Shi looked at the man curiously.
Wenle suddenly remembered something and his face turned pale.
It's over!
How could he forget why his cousin called him in!
It’s over, it’s over. Is it too late for him to run now?
He watched his cousin's face carefully.
But his cousin didn't look at him.
"Get up."
It seems that my cousin has returned to his usual tough-to-touch self.
"I wonder where my boy is now?"
The adult asked respectfully.
Qi Ling smiled faintly, "Don't worry, my lord. Your son is in the next box. You should know why I called you here, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes. I was not a good parent and offended Your Highness. On behalf of my son, I apologize to Your Highness."
The adult had a flattering smile on his face.
As he spoke his apology, he bowed and nodded.
Qi Li played with the teacup with his fingers and said casually:
"Does your apology only come from words?"
The minister was stunned and did not understand what the Ninth Prince meant.
Xiaojiu looked at him sideways:
"This prince has asked the restaurant to treat you, Master, with fine wine and delicious food. My Lord, please don't forget to settle the restaurant bill."
As soon as these words were spoken, the minister understood instantly.
The Ninth Prince wants money!
Moreover, it looks like it’s probably a considerable amount!
But since his son had offended someone, he could only accept it:
"Yes, yes, I understand. Your Highness, don't worry. I will definitely not owe you any debts."
"That's good." The Ninth Prince's light words made the minister feel cold in his heart.
"Go ahead. The shopkeeper is next door. Once you've settled the bill, take him back and teach him a lesson. As a son of an official, how can you sit around doing nothing and oppress the common people?"
The minister responded quickly.
Only after the Ninth Prince nodded did he dare to leave.
After leaving the box, he raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
The Ninth Prince truly deserves the title of “Poison Tongue Ninth”.
He is only eight years old but less than nine years old, but he already has such terrifying methods!
Thinking of his good-for-nothing son, who was older than the Ninth Prince but always causing trouble, he suddenly felt even more uncomfortable.
Your Highness is right, children must be disciplined properly!
But when the shopkeeper told him the amount of the bill, the minister wanted to disown his son.
But in the end, he had no choice but to pay the money and leave with his son under the smiling face of the shopkeeper.
Looking at the other children in the box, most of them were people I knew.
Um.
There is no harm without comparison.
Both of Mr. Qian’s sons are here!
There is only one in his family.
It’s pretty good.
Thinking about it this way, I felt a lot more relieved.
Sure enough, happiness still has to be built on the suffering of others.
Just like now, Xiao Shi's happiness comes from Wen Le's pain.
His father is here.
Besides, he didn’t bring his mother!
It's over!
Just as Wen Le was about to run, he was grabbed by his father.
The eight-year-old kid kept kicking his short legs in the air.
Mouth wailing constantly:
"Wow wow wow! Dad, I was wrong! Mom, please come and save your precious son! Cousin, cousin, I really know I was wrong! Let me go! Wow wow wow! I won't dare to do it again!"
He kicked his short legs vigorously.
Dingyuan Hou Wen Zhong was caught off guard and was kicked several times by the brat.
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