Although he and Fu Mo had some difficulties, Fuliang was devoted to Xiao Fu Gua. The silly boy was warm-hearted, loyal and kind. He was always willing to suffer when he was with Xiao Fu Gua. He showed his big brother demeanor and treated Xiao Fu very well.

An appetite for melon.

From the beginning to the end, Little Fugua didn't take any action. He stood aside calmly and watched Fuliang and his entourage dejectedly and left like a bereaved dog.

Li Zhongwang turned around and grinned at Little Fugua: "Your eleventh brother is gone, why don't you go and accompany him."

Little Fugua showed his trademark gentle and shy smile like a good baby: "Don't you understand? This is probably because I am the prince of the county and you are a concubine. Don't worry, you are

No matter how talented you are, no matter how knowledgeable you are, in the land of Huangmafa, you can only be my disciple until you die, and it depends on whether I am in a good mood or not."

Everyone looked at Little Fugua in surprise. These words were so sharp, not at all like his usual gentle temperament.

Xiao Fugua's face still had the same expression, and she even looked at Li Zhongwang with some expectation, as if she really wanted to see him mess around.

Although Li Zhongwang was burning with anger in his heart, he really didn't dare to say anything nonsense.

Scolding others, your mother, your grandma, is a trivial matter.

Scolding Little Fu Gua would most likely turn into insulting the royal family. His grandmother and grandfather were not people the Li family could offend, and if Little Fu Gua was caught with the slightest hint of words, it might be a death penalty.

Li Zhongwang is a smart man and naturally cannot suffer this immediate loss.

He snorted coldly, then turned around haughtily and went to write by himself.

But no matter how arrogant he acts, he is actually cowardly.

Little Fugua didn't sneer, and didn't even say another nonsense. She sat down and wrote quietly, as if nothing had happened.

Li Si glanced at Little Fugua.

Is this prince really only eight years old?

Although his Six Arts of Gentleman are very average, and he is not as slow as Fuliang in every subject in the school, Little Fugua must be one of the bottom members, so others may have wrong evaluations of Little Fugua's intelligence.

Unless some of the top bosses have different opinions, Xiao Fugua really doesn't show much talent in school.

However, Li Si had carefully observed the prince, and he was an indirect participant in Hua Rong's incident, so he felt that he had discovered a secret that no one else seemed to have discovered.

Could it be that everyone has not seen that the prince has a completely different reaction from normal people in terms of calmness and calmness in dealing with others?

Li Si felt that even his own father, grandfather, and some other important figures who came to give lectures rarely had such composure before they were in their forties or fifties.

What kind of ability this is, Li Si can't explain clearly.

It's that kind of thing. As long as I stand here, I can handle anything. I'm not afraid of any challenges, but no matter how hard you answer, I can easily handle it.

Because...I was born to be your master.

Li Si didn't know if other royal members were like Little Fugua, who had been so superhuman since childhood.

Li Si even had an impulse.
Chapter completed!