Chapter 111 The Princess is Delicate and Soft 17
The King of Yan was sobered up by his kneeling and kept asking, "Sir, why do you say that!"
He said this with a strange look on his face.
His daughter wanted to leave, could a small teacher stop her?
Did he overestimate himself a little?
Zhao Yu did not notice the King of Yan's abnormality, but became more excited and said, "It's all because of my poor supervision that the princess was able to leave the city privately and join the army alone, causing damage to her reputation."
He kowtowed heavily, "I am guilty."
The King of Yan finally understood what he was saying, and his face suddenly turned cold, "Sir, it's serious."
Reputation?
What reputation?
His daughter's reputation for bravery and bravery as the bravest of the three armies?
The King of Yan was laughed at by Zhao Yu. At this moment, the image of Zhao Yu in his heart collapsed.
From a talented young scholar to a mentally ill, old-fashioned and poor scholar.
Reputation?
What is reputation?
Let a woman live her whole life under the chastity arch, never stepping out of the house and waiting to see the sky above her head. Is this called reputation?
Since this man admires the so-called reputation so much, why don't I start with the three obediences and four virtues that bind women?
Does he not like it?
"No!" Zhao Yu was fooled by the gentle tone of the King of Yan, who was either perfunctory or speechless, and completely forgot who he was: "The princess is so unkempt today, she..."
"Shut up!" After hearing him slander his daughter again and again, the King of Yan finally couldn't help but slammed the table and shouted.
This sound was like cold water pouring on Zhao Yu's head.
He raised his eyes and saw the extremely cold eyes of the King of Yan. He couldn't help but panic in his heart: "I, I..."
The King of Yan was too lazy to listen to what he said, and said coldly: "Sir, just do your own thing. Changning is a daughter of gold, you don't have to worry about what she wants to do."
What the hell!
His knowledge is smaller than a needle tip, and he still wants to interfere with how his Changning lives?
This little guy wouldn't survive a moment if thrown into the battlefield.
Zhao Yu felt cold in his heart and said repeatedly: "I know I'm wrong, and I won't dare to interfere with the princess's behavior in the future."
He pressed his hand heavily on the ground, and the veins on the back of his hand popped up.
This King of Yan is indeed a barbarian in the army!
He doesn't even know how to teach his daughter to be virtuous and chaste. Talking about reputation with him is really... It's really like talking about ice to a summer insect!
King of Yan snorted lightly and said lightly: "I don't want Changning to know about what happened today, sir, go down."
When he turned around, King of Yan said to the person next to him without any concealment: "Go, find another calligraphy teacher for Changning."
In this way, he is also taking care of this poor scholar.
While there is still some time to relax, find a place to live quickly.
Anyway, he was unwilling to let this kind of corrupt scholar stay by his Changning's side and ruin his Changning for no reason.
Zhao Yu's body froze, and then he hurried away as if he was escaping.
When he returned to his room, he finally couldn't help but smash the teacup: "Reckless man!"
After panting and smashing everything that could be smashed in the room, Zhao Yu sat on the chair with uncertain eyes.
Teaching in the palace is a leisurely and decent job.
Originally, he wanted to take this opportunity to review his lessons and take part in the autumn examination next year.
But who would have thought that plans could not keep up with the changes. Now that the King of Yan wants to expel him from the palace, how can he concentrate on studying?
Zhao Yu's eyes were clearly dim for a moment, and suddenly he showed an extremely warm smile.
Since the King of Yan is so ruthless, don't blame him, he has plenty of ways to avoid leaving the palace!
The next morning, Gu Li started the "read it and write it" calligraphy course again.
This time, her teacher seemed to be particularly patient.
After writing several large characters, Zhao Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked with a smile: "Princess, do you understand it?" If you
are diligent for no reason, you are either a traitor or a thief.
Gu Li glanced at him nonchalantly, holding the dishonest puppy in her hand and said lightly: "I guess I understand it."
The perfunctory look was beyond words, but Zhao Yu, who was unusually "noble" in the past, did not show any abnormality.
Instead of showing it, he said with some interest: "It's too stuffy in the room. Princess, you must be bored seeing me writing for a long time."
Such a considerate look made Gu Li's hair stand on end for no reason.
Did Zhao Yu take the wrong medicine?
Gu Li lowered her eyelids, and said perfunctorily: "Sir, you are right."
She wanted to see what this guy was going to do!
Seeing her like this, Zhao Yu couldn't help but feel happy, and quickly said: "Now the autumn scenery is just right, why don't we choose the garden as the venue for the class tomorrow."
He smiled complacently: "I am quite good at painting, and I can also paint an autumn scene for the princess to relieve her boredom."
Gu Li raised his eyes and glanced at the withered leaves outside the window, and said in a subtle way: "Are you sure?"
"I can't be sure anymore!" Zhao Yu looked at Gu Li with a smile: "I just don't know if the princess agrees."
He tried his best to act calm, but the impatience in his bones was easily captured by Gu Li.
Plotting against her?
Little guy, are you showing off your sword in front of Guan Gong?
"Okay!" Gu Li nodded indifferently: "Then see you in the garden tomorrow morning."
Although it was early in the morning, Zhao Yu waited for the late Gu Li until almost noon.
As a bad student, she seemed to have engraved lateness into her bones.
In order to maintain his elegance, Zhao Yu wore a light-colored linen shirt today, with large sleeves fluttering, looking very romantic in the wind.
But when Gu Li saw him, he only thought of one word.
Cold.
At this time, the floor heating in the house was on fire. Would this guy really not be frozen to death?
Zhao Yu hooked his lips that were frozen blue and bowed stiffly: "Princess, please."
Gu Li hugged her soup pot tightly and looked at him with a puzzled look: "Aren't you cold?"
What are you talking about here?
Zhao Yu's teeth trembled slightly, but he forced a smile: "If you are calm, you will naturally..."
"Cool?" Gu Li took over his words, making Zhao Yu stiff again.
If it weren't for her status, a woman who doesn't understand the slightest bit of romance would probably never get married.
Gu Li looked at him trying to suppress his contempt and indignation but had to please her, and the smile on the corner of her lips became more brilliant.
You deserve it!
Holding the warm woman Tang, Gu Li sat down in the pavilion leisurely: "Sir, let's start!"
In the howling cold wind, the papers Zhao Yu placed on the table rustled, and even the ink showed signs of freezing.
He glanced at Gu Li calmly, stood in front of the table, and started his work.
Maybe because of the cold, his writing time today was particularly short.
As soon as he handed the papers to Gu Li, he smiled and said: "Today is a perfect autumn day, I will draw a picture for the princess."
Gu Li glanced at his frozen blue lips and nodded indifferently: "As long as you are happy."
Anyway, it's not her who is frozen like Sun Zi.