Helian Nie did not reply, but the expression on his handsome face became increasingly unfathomable. Then,
His long, slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the nanmu wood table.
People and things that are difficult to control can really make people feel uneasy.
"Your Majesty, if Nanrong Jinghua is really a ghost, then what kind of ghost is he? A starving ghost or a hanged ghost?"
"That doesn't make sense either. All the ghosts described in those folk tales are hideous and grotesque. How come that kid looks like a charlatan?"
Wenren Yu stroked her chin with her fingers, frowning as she pondered seriously. When she spoke of Nanrong Jinghua's appearance, she couldn't help but grind her teeth silently.
If this kid is a human, fine, but if he really is a ghost, then why is he competing with a living being like me for second place in the Kyoto Handsome Men competition!
Whenever he thinks of this, Wenren Yu feels resentful. Was it because he wasn't dashing and handsome enough?
He simply doesn't understand girls' hearts. How could he, a dignified prime minister, lose to Nan Rong Jinghua, a mere greenhorn?
"Where's the ugly thing?"
Suddenly, a sinister voice came from the head of the table. Wenren Yu didn't react for a moment and instinctively replied,
"What ugly thing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the chilling sensation of being coiled by a venomous snake spread throughout his body again. He swallowed hard, his mind racing.
"Ah, little princess, of course the little princess is safe and sound. The little princess is at the Imperial Academy right now."
This morning, when I took that brat to the Imperial Academy, I made a special trip to check on him. He's perfectly fine, Your Majesty need not worry."
No, why did they have to give the little princess such a nickname? She's not ugly at all.
She's quite a lively and beautiful girl; who knows how many men will be lining up at the palace gates to marry her when she grows up?
Sigh, I'm just a little distracted, which is similar to my own situation, sigh.
Helian Nie stopped tapping the nanmu wood table, glanced at Wenren Yu below him with his peach blossom eyes, and spoke in a sinister voice.
"When have I ever been worried?"
That ugly thing said she doesn't want him as her father anymore, so why is he worried about her? Ha.
Wenren Yu: "???"
No, who was it that asked about the little princess just now? Is he deaf or blind?
**
In the Imperial College,
For some reason, the weather has been very changeable lately. It was sunny in the morning, but now it's pouring rain.
Sisi's little face was pressed against the book, her grape-like, watery eyes quietly watching the raindrops pattering against the leaves outside the window.
Hmm, she misses her second brother, Aunt Lian, and Sister Yue'er. As for Zai Zai, she doesn't miss him at all, hmph.
And then there's my gentle eldest brother... Hmm, I just went to look for him, but he wasn't there...
Confucius said: “Eating coarse food, drinking water, and using one’s arm as a pillow, I can still find joy in it. Wealth and honor obtained unjustly are to me like floating clouds.”
"Sisi, tell me, what does this sentence mean?" A soft, gentle voice rang out from above the little girl's head.
The little girl was momentarily stunned, but her small body reacted faster than her little brain, and she stood up from the bench.
She tilted her little face up, her grape-like, moist eyes looking at Nanrong Jinghua, her curled eyelashes fluttering like little fans.
The little mind gradually cleared, and she raised her little hand, scratching her head somewhat shyly.
"Master, what did you just ask Sisi? Could you repeat it? Sisi didn't hear you clearly."
In the end, Helian Mou Sisi became a little embarrassed. He had been caught daydreaming, which was embarrassing for a five-year-old.
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