Is the system trying to trick her again?
Listen, what kind of mission is this?
Let her slap and educate the Third Prince in front of the dog tyrant?
who is she?
She is just an unpopular abandoned concubine in the cold palace!
Is she qualified to educate the Third Prince in front of the dog tyrant?
Not to mention, you need to slap?
No matter what, the third prince is now the dog tyrant's son in name only.
No matter how much she disliked him, she couldn't allow a woman like her to give orders to the Third Prince, right?
Just when Simuqiao was daydreaming, a soft and pleasant child's voice came to his ears.
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. Long live your Majesty!"
She couldn't help but look towards the place where the sound came from, and then she was attracted by the face of the third prince who was kneeling there.
Oh my god, what kind of cute little baby is this?
This is so beautiful!
His skin was white and smooth, like a cracked egg.
A pair of big black eyes like black grapes.
The curved eyelashes are very thick, like a pair of small palm-leaf fans.
The big ears look very blessed, and the pale pink lips open and close.
He was wearing moon-white robes as a prince, with a jade hanging around his waist, and his figure was neither fat nor thin.
It's that little expression, it looks a bit pretentious.
"Che'er, stand up."
"Have you eaten?" Murong Qingli asked.
"Replying to Father, not yet."
"Guo Fu, have someone serve a few more dishes that the Third Prince likes."
"As you command." Guo Fu bent down to ask for more dishes.
"Father, who is this?" The Third Prince's eyes fell on Si Muqiao and he asked with curiosity in his tone.
"She is a Simi."
"Che'er greets Lady Si." The third prince bowed to Si Muqiao.
"Thank you, Third Prince. Please take a seat." Si Muqiao smiled politely.
"Have you been studying hard recently, Che'er?" Murong Qingli asked.
"Yes, Father. I have. I have just finished learning the Three Character Classic and the Thousand Character Classic with the Master."
"This is the Three Character Classic and Thousand Character Classic that I wrote down from memory. Please check it out, Father."
After saying that, the Third Prince took out a stack of things from his sleeve and respectfully handed them to Murong Qingli with both hands.
Murong Qingli took it, opened it and started to look at it.
Si Muqiao couldn't help but look over there.
My goodness, if she remembered correctly, the little kid in front of her was only four years old, right?
A four-year-old kid can recite the Three Character Classic and Thousand Character Classic from memory?
And the handwriting looked even better than hers.
To be honest, she was hit by the third prince.
So, Si Muqiao secretly vowed to work harder on practicing calligraphy in the future and took advantage of Murong Qingli's inattention to add another spoonful to his bowl!
Well, her bowl is finally full again!
Humph, only when you are full can you have the energy to work hard!
You can’t beat the dog tyrant, but you can’t beat the dog tyrant’s son?
Murong Qingli caught a glimpse of Si Muqiao's little action from the corner of his eye: "..."
He suspected that Si Meiren was a good-for-nothing.
There are pictures and witnesses.
"Miss Si!"
"I am here!"
Hearing the dog tyrant's name suddenly, Si Muqiao immediately sat up straight and looked at him, smiling appropriately.
"This is what the Third Prince wrote from memory, take a look."
"yes!"
Si Muqiao didn't understand what the Dog Tyrant was trying to do, so he simply took it and examined it carefully.
I just took a casual glance at it just now and I felt that the handwriting of this little rascal of the Third Prince was quite good.
Now that it was officially before her, she felt even more the gap between her and the Third Prince.
Damn, she was beaten by a child's handwriting.
"The Third Prince's handwriting is neat, vigorous and powerful, flowing like water, really good."
"The content of this dictation is also very complete and without any mistakes. It is really amazing, great!"
"I admire you!" After saying that, she handed the thing in her hand back.
Well, you can’t look at it too much. If you look at it too much, it will easily arouse her desire to win and her appetite.
Who made her a person who likes to turn grief and anger into food?
"Thank you for the praise, Lady Si. Che'er will continue to work hard." The third prince smiled cutely and modestly.
Si Muqiao was instantly touched by the cute smile and couldn't help but reach out and pinch his face.
Eh? So soft!
So chewy!
"Miss Si! What are you doing?" Murong Qingli's cold voice rang out, waking her up immediately.
When she saw the stunned expression of the Third Prince Murong Che, her heart skipped a beat and she quickly took her hand away.
It’s over. How dare she reach out and pinch the third prince’s face?
And if you just pinched him, why didn’t you take the opportunity to pat him a few more times and also criticize him for not eating well.
In this case, isn't the mission accomplished?
Hey, don’t ask. If you ask, you will regret it. I will regret it very much!
"Your Majesty, I...I just thought the Third Prince was so cute that I couldn't control my hands for a moment."
"I don't want to do that either, but what can I do? This hand has its own ideas."
“~~~” The third prince was amused by her words.
But I held back and didn't laugh.
But those big dark eyes were blinking with joy and happiness.
"If you don't want Sima's hand, just chop it off."
"No, I think that if I try hard, I can still control it, hehe."
Si Muqiao, sweating coldly, hugged his right hand with his left hand.
The atmosphere was slightly stagnant.
Fortunately, at this time, the dishes for the third prince arrived.
Some people also pulled away the empty plates of food they had eaten earlier.
"Che'er, let's eat." Murong Qingli glanced at her indifferently and did not continue the previous topic.
"Well, thank you, father."
"Has Your Majesty eaten yet? Can I help Your Majesty serve you a bowl?"
"Okay." Murong Qingli nodded.
Originally, he was full.
But seeing how much Lady Si ate, he felt hungry again.
Thinking that he still had many memorials to read in the afternoon, he decided to eat one more bowl.
Soon, the three of them, two adults and one child, began to have a quiet and friendly meal.
Simuqiao was eating when he felt that something was not right with the Third Prince beside him.
When she looked up, she found that the Third Prince's face was a little red, his expression was painful, and his forehead was slightly raised.
The chopsticks in his hand fell onto the table with a bang.
"Che'er, Che'er, what's wrong with you?" Murong Qingli quickly stood up and walked to Murong Che's side, looking at him with concern.
"Ahem, Father...Father, I am your son!" The third prince spoke with great difficulty and pointed at his throat with his hand.
"Someone, call the imperial physician, call the imperial physician quickly!" Murong Qingli shouted loudly.
"Yes!" A eunuch immediately ran out in panic.
"Your Majesty, the Third Prince must have something stuck in his throat, I..."
"Shut up, do you think I can't see it?" Murong Qingli glared at Si Muqiao coldly and yelled at him.
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