Su Jiaoniang lowered her head. She thought her son was quite talented at pretending to be stupid. Look at his self-righteous appearance, he's even stupider than a fool.
But there's really no need to be so foolish.
Looking at the interaction between the Buddha and the old scholar, one was exhausted, while the other was shouting at the top of his lungs.
It's quite harmonious.
She felt that Futu was having a lot of fun and was too lazy to correct her, so she thought it was fine as it was.
Old Scholar Su stared at Fu Tu's exquisite face as if he were seeing Lu Wujiu from the past.
That's a complete idiot.
He had just married his wife when she was dug up in the middle of the night and sent to the battlefield.
Isn't his wife beautiful? Doesn't he have any expectations for his family?
Even if you die, it will be a stupid death.
If the son-in-law dies of stupidity, so be it; but the grandson can't be stupid too.
After he finished his medicine, he looked at the Buddha and said, "Starting tomorrow, your grandfather will teach you to read."
Reading makes one wise, while fools don't live long.
Fu Tu looked at Su Jiaoniang. He felt he had gone too far. He still had to take the imperial examination and time was running out.
He had already planned it out: next spring he would take the county-level exam to become a scholar, and in the autumn he would qualify to take the provincial-level exam to become a scholar. Two years later, he would take the provincial-level exam and become a scholar. Three years later, he would be the top scholar at the age of less than nine.
The future has been planned; all that remains is to implement it.
But now it seems there are some difficulties.
There's a saying that if you pretend to be stupid for too long, you'll actually become stupid.
He didn't want to.
He shifted his small body slightly and said in a coquettish tone, "Grandpa, Futu is studying at Master Li's private school in the next village. He's doing very well. You should take good care of yourself and not worry about him."
He should use his time to study, not to pretend to be stupid.
Upon hearing about studying, even his maternal grandfather became distant. He rejected reading so readily. The old scholar Su's scrutinizing gaze fell upon Futu.
"You must study." He said very seriously.
When he has a stern face, he looks very authoritative.
Fu Tu pursed his lips, looked at Su Jiaoniang, his pleading eyes filled with helplessness. Su Jiaoniang smiled and said, "Alright, alright, wait until your grandfather is feeling better before you start studying. Right now, your grandfather is working so hard that he doesn't have the energy to worry about you. You'd better behave yourself these next two days."
Futu nodded, a serious expression on his face.
He didn't want to play dumb anymore.
Let's just go back to our own lives!
After eating the porridge and drinking the medicine, the old scholar Su began to feel sleepy.
Su Jiaoniang chased the two children out and watched as Old Su Xiucai fell asleep.
The stars twinkled outside, and the winter wind howled.
Looking at the fluttering window paper, she sighed softly.
As she walked toward her room, Su Jiaoniang opened the door, but then immediately closed it again; she must have been mistaken.
He slowly opened the door again and saw Rong Zhen standing inside.
Her eyes were filled with defensiveness.
“Madam Feng is over there; you’ve come to the wrong place,” Su Jiaoniang said, her gaze never leaving Rong Zhen.
Rong Zhen sat on the small couch, his light gaze drifting away from his fingers and landing on Su Jiaoniang. Through the crack in the door, he could clearly see the person outside. Her appearance was different from Feng Ran's; she was not as rich and beautiful as Feng Ran, but she had a more aggressive air about her, making people want to win her over.
He pointed to the seat next to him: "Come and sit down."
"Sit?" She glanced at the occupied room and raised an eyebrow. "No need then. I need to sleep with the child tonight."
Su Jiaoniang turned to leave.
Although Rong Zhen had a good relationship with Madam Feng.
But he's a very eccentric person, and you never know what outrageous things he might do.
She has children and a family, and what she wants is a stable and peaceful life. There's nothing for her to argue with Rong Zhen about.
Su Jiaoniang walked outside, and Rong Zhen, who was sitting in the room, smiled.
He stood up, his figure flickering.
It landed opposite Su Jiaoniang.
Su Jiaoniang paused, the cold wind was biting, and she caught a familiar scent in the air.
She looked up at Rong Zhen.
He was extremely handsome, and his effeminate temperament was something not everyone possessed.
The faint scent of poppies permeated the air.
Poppy?
Su Jiaoniang thought she might be mistaken; how could poppies possibly exist in this world?
However, her mission in her previous life was to crack down on drugs and protect the people.
She wouldn't mistake this scent even if she traveled back in time again; her mind instantly shifted to a wartime state.
"Lord Rong, what brings you here so late at night?" Su Jiaoniang asked.
She took a few steps closer, and the air was extremely faint; if it weren't for her keen sense of smell, she would have almost missed the scent spreading.
“Your son is quite interesting. I intend to take him away and train him,” Rong Zhen said.
Su Jiaoniang completely lost her temper.
If they only target her, she can remain calm.
If you reach the Buddha statue at ten o'clock, you will never become a eunuch in this lifetime.
That's impossible.
"This eunuch, this eunuch, who else but a dead eunuch would use such a title to refer to himself? It seems that the dead eunuch really has his eye on her son. It seems that in the original book, Futu's childhood was turned into a pervert by this person's training."
"Impossible." She wouldn't give up investigating the opium, but she would absolutely not send her son to the palace.
In her past life, she put the country first; in this life, she puts her family first.
First, protect your family; then think about everything else.
If you can't even protect your own family, what's the point of protecting the rest?
In her previous life, she sacrificed herself for others; in this life, she follows the doctrine of the mean.
"Is Lady Su so resolute?" Rong Zhen's smile slowly disappeared.
He stared at Su Jiaoniang with icy eyes; anyone else under such gaze would surely be filled with fear and trepidation.
Su Jiaoniang was not flustered at all.
"If you have no further instructions, my lord, I will go to bed now." After saying this, Su Jiaoniang walked past Rong Zhen and headed towards her room.
Rong Zhen reached out to stop the person.
Suddenly, another person appeared in the small courtyard: Lu Wujiu, weathered and worn, stood in front of the door.
His eyes seemed to be covered with endless frost.
The two faced each other.
It felt like a glance that lasted a lifetime.
"The Regent of Qi?"
"Grand Master of Ceremonies of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
The two recognized each other at the same time.
"I've heard so much about you," Rong Zhen said.
Lu Wujiu replied coldly, "I wonder what brings you here, Chief Supervisor!"
"Just looking for an heir," Rong Zhen said casually.
Lu Wujiu's eyes darkened slightly: "The heir?"
"The young lady here is not very clever, but her child is extremely intelligent. He is destined to follow me to the court to fight and make waves!"
"Follow you to become a eunuch?" Lu Wujiu asked, his dark eyes lowering.
It landed somewhere.
Rong Zhen's smile vanished completely: "The Regent has come to our Great Zhou without going through the Court of State Ceremonies. Is he trying to provoke war? I've heard that Qi has suffered countless casualties in its court reforms. I wonder if it can withstand the storm."
"I have heard that General Huo of the Huo family of your Great Zhou has gone missing on the battlefield. You want to start a war? The Qi Kingdom cannot withstand any setbacks, but the Great Zhou can?"
The two faced each other in complete silence.
You look at me, I look at you!
Rong Zhen turned and left.
Great Zhou, Qi State!
Lucheng is really interesting!
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