The fourth prince's mother was just an ordinary palace maid, who was accidentally favored by the emperor and promoted to Zhaoyi.
The other person looked at him with a look of jealousy and contempt.
What are you jealous of him?
Of course, she was jealous that he was the imperial concubine's son.
As for the contempt, it was also very simple. Although An Jingzhi was the son of the imperial concubine, everyone knew that the emperor was very wary of their Fengluan Palace.
Even his son, a Zhaoyi, was qualified to compete for the throne, but An Jingzhi was not.
But what does this have to do with An Jingzhi? Who cares about an emperor who gets up earlier than a chicken and sleeps later than a dog?
The children in the palace were really spoiled. Because they were still young, their thoughts were all revealed on the surface.
As for his second elder brother, he was only about seven or eight years old, but he was mature for his age and was very serious in school, which made Mr. Gao very fond of him. He also praised him many times in front of the emperor.
But An Jingzhi could easily see the contempt for him in the other's eyes. Unlike the Fourth Prince who showed it on the surface, the Second Prince was more profound. He had so many thoughts at such a young age. No wonder he was so loved by the Emperor when he grew up.
Xiao Xizi carried An Jingzhi all the way back to Fengluan Palace.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw Gu Sangyu, who had been eagerly waiting for her son, looking around at the door. As soon as she saw the son on Xiao Xizi's back, she immediately came forward happily.
"How are you? Jingzhi, did you have a good time at school today?"
An Jingzhi looked rather uninterested. In keeping with his childish persona, he pouted, looking somewhat unhappy. "I feel like Master Gao doesn't like me. Fourth Brother is annoying too."
Gu Sangyu hurriedly comforted his son, "Why doesn't the teacher like you?" After saying that, he looked at Xiao Xizi with a questioning look.
Just as Xiao Xizi was about to speak, An Jingzhi immediately spoke up, "I was just hungry, so I ate in class, and the teacher asked me to stand up and answer the question. I answered everything correctly, but the teacher was still unhappy."
Gu Sangyu was curious and began to teach her son, "You can't eat while the teacher is teaching in the classroom, do you know? If you want to eat, you have to wait until the class is over."
She was also worried that her son was stubborn and really didn't know how to go hungry. She would feel distressed when that happened. A trace of struggle flashed across Gu Sangyu's face. "Even if you want to eat, remember to hide better next time and don't let the teacher find you."
An Jingzhi looked at Gu Sangyu with a cute expression on his face, "Yeah, next time I will hide my food so that the teacher won't find out."
A trace of moral condemnation flashed through Gu Sangyu's mind, but for a moment, maternal love prevailed.
Then she asked, "Why do you say your fourth brother doesn't like you? Did he bully you? Tell mother that she will seek justice for you. No one can bully my Jingzhi."
As Gu Sangyu spoke, she pulled An Jingzhi to the dining table and waited for lunch.
When An Jingzhicai was three years old, he sat on a stool with his legs hanging in the air, and he felt very insecure.
The original owner had to be fed by someone before, but after he came, he started eating by himself.
"He didn't bully me, but I felt like he didn't like me. I hated him too."
Gu Sangyu nodded in agreement, "Yes, let's ignore him. He doesn't like you because he's jealous. Just ignore him. If you've been wronged, tell Mother and I'll vent your anger for you."
An Jingzhi looked at Gu Sangyu innocently, "If the teacher bullies me, can I also ask mother for help?"
Gu Sangyu suddenly stopped stroking her son's head, her face choking. "Of course not! Master Gao and the other masters in the Imperial College are all highly respected. How could they bully a child like you?"
The mother and son talked for a while, and lunch was served and they were ready to eat.
He didn't eat anything in the morning, so he just drank a few mouthfuls of porridge. Although he secretly ate a few cakes at noon, they were dry and choking, so he couldn't enjoy it.
This lunch is very delicious, worthy of the royal family.
After dinner, I took a nap and then it was time to go to school in the afternoon.
When An Jingzhi arrived, classes had already started in the school.
Most of the children choose to eat in the school. Servants and palace maids will bring them meals. They don’t actually have much rest time during class, and classes will start almost immediately after they finish their meals.
It’s just that An Jingzhi was used to the modern schedule and thought he could take a nap at noon and then start classes in the afternoon.
Gu Sangyu only knew the morning class time and didn't understand much else, which led to the current awkward situation. Xiao Xizi carried An Jingzhi on his back and looked at the teacher who was teaching the class with some fear.
At An Jingzhi's signal, he carefully put him down and then stepped back to wait outside.
The teacher in the afternoon was not Mr. Gao, but a middle-aged man with a long beard. He did not look as serious as Mr. Gao. When he saw An Jingzhi being late, he did not punish him too much, but instead smiled at him.
"Fifth Prince, you are late. It's just the first time, but you must remember the class time next time. Go and sit down."
So An Jingzhi sat in his seat again, facing the admiring, jealous or disgusted looks of everyone in the school.
"Okay, let's continue the lecture. Everyone, don't be distracted."
Lord Hu coughed lightly twice, drawing everyone's attention back to him.
Learning from history can help us understand the rise and fall of nations.
The afternoon class was about history, but An Jingzhi lost interest after listening for a while.
Although the stories that happened in history are different every hour, there are more or less some similarities.
It's the same thing after hearing it many times.
But he could barely listen to it as a story, but the more he listened to the story, the sleepier he became. On a normal day like this, he should have been running around and playing outside, but now he had to sit here and suffer.
Suddenly feeling someone poking his arm, An Jingzhi turned around and found it was the child sitting next to him.
"You still dare to sleep? Lord Hu may be easy to talk to, but when he gets angry he's even scarier than Lord Gao."
After being awakened, An Jingzhi took a deep breath. Seeing that the other person looked very interested, it was obvious that he was a poor student sitting in the last row just like him.
"Aren't you tired of listening to this?"
The seven-year-old child frowned in distress, "Why am I not sleepy? I'm so sleepy! My eyelids are fighting each other, but in order to avoid getting beaten when I get home, I have to endure it."
The history class in the afternoon was actually okay and could be listened to as a story, but the Analects class in the morning was probably too advanced for children of this age and was very boring.
An Jingzhi looked around and found that most of the people were sitting upright, looking very serious. He wondered if they had really listened.
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