Chapter 113 Qian Fanji's Nephew
She had seen all kinds of good looks before, but none of them could compare to Sang Zhi. At only twelve years old, his appearance was enough to predict how handsome he would be when he grew up.
He is just too weak and needs some exercise.
It seems that we need to make a plan to train Xiao Guban from a delicate beauty into a strong man.
"That's all for today's lesson."
Master Zhang collected the books.
When Sang Rui heard that the get out of class was over, he turned around and looked behind him with hatred.
Master Zhang noticed this and coughed lightly, feeling somewhat uneasy. "Will you come with me?"
Senior Sister...
He really couldn't say it.
Upon hearing this, all the students looked back.
The teacher is acting so strangely today. Why is he so kind to a little kid?
Ye Qianning stared at the little old-fashioned boy seriously. The more he looked at him, the more handsome his lucky star became.
"Cough!" Master Zhang coughed violently. He couldn't call her by her name, and he felt a little embarrassed to call her senior sister.
"The teacher is calling you." A blush appeared on Sang Zhi's stern face.
"Huh?" Ye Qianning looked up.
"Do you want to go with me?" Master Zhang asked again.
"No, Sang Zhi and I can go together."
Sang Zhi?
Everyone was shocked again. Although the Eighth Prince was not favored, he was still a prince after all. No one dared to call him by his name.
Master Zhang thought for a moment, then said to everyone, "Private fighting is prohibited in the academy. Remember the rules. Do not stir up trouble."
"Yes, Master."
Everyone responded, except Sang Rui who was indignant.
"Seventh Prince, did you hear me?" The Seventh Prince was usually arrogant and formed cliques, so Master Zhang was worried that he would cause trouble for the little kid.
"I heard it." Sang Rui said unhappily.
Master Zhang walked out of the school with the books, looking back every few steps. He didn't know what the little kid was thinking, why he insisted on choosing this course.
As soon as the teacher left, the students started to make a noise and gathered around the seats in the back.
"Whose little kid are you?"
"How old are you? Are you also attending Loushan Academy?"
"You are really good. I have never seen the Master be so tolerant to anyone."
The twelve or thirteen-year-old children were talking to each other, and they were all very curious about Ye Qianning.
"My father is Xiang Minghou, a great general." Ye Qianning straightened his back and spoke in a soft voice.
"So he's from General Xiang's family. I heard that General Xiang was very brave in killing enemies on the battlefield." A boy answered excitedly.
Only this boy responded. The others fell silent, looked at each other, and returned to their seats.
Marquis Xiang Ming had very few dealings with the aristocratic families. He was straightforward in his words and had made many enemies. There were also many rumors about a little kid suddenly appearing in General Xiang's mansion.
I thought he was of noble status, but he turned out to be just a kid from the countryside, which immediately made those who wanted to get close to him lose interest.
"My father can wield a sword weighing hundreds of pounds. Chopping off a person's head is as easy as cutting leeks." Ye Qianning took a step forward and stood on the chair.
"Really?" The boy's eyes lit up.
"Of course, otherwise why would there be no one attacking the border?"
"When I grow up, I want to join General Xiang's army." The boy was very yearning.
Ye Qianning pursed her lips, a look of admiration on her face, and placed her small hand on the boy's shoulder: "You have ideals. What's your name? I'll tell my dad later so he can remember you."
"Qian Zhuye." The boy was surprised.
Last name Qian?
Ye Qianning frowned. As far as she knew, there was only one family with the surname Qian in Jingdu. Could this child be...
"Are you from Minister Qian's family?"
"Minister Qian is my uncle. My father has no achievements in the court." Qian Zhuye said.
(End of this chapter)
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