Anyway, it’s not my parents who come to pick them up, and no one has ever won.

Soon, Master Lu from the Prodigy class came to teach the students.

It was probably the king who told me that Master Lu did not deliberately pay too much attention to the little princess, but only introduced to the child for a while that this was a new student named Yan Xue.

Of course it is a pseudonym.

Xiaoxue and Yanxue are just one word apart, but the latter is said seriously and calmly from the Master's mouth, and it is not so sure that it must be the name of a girl's house.

There are three reasons.

1. There is a boy named Mo Hanxue in the class.

2. Apart from Jingkong, no one else could imagine anything like dressing up as a man.

Third, this is the most important point. When the little princess introduced herself like Xiao Jingkong, she was so angry that she was a girl who was easy to bully.

Xiao Jingkong felt that a real little man should be like him, straightening his chest, straightening his spine, and his eyes were firm, exuding a masculinity of two meters.

Master Lu: "Jingkong, why are you blocked by books again?"

Two meters eight instantly fell back to two centimeters eight.

Xiao Jingkong quietly moved away the three books in front of him. It was not good that the person was too young, and the table was taller than the person.

In fact, the little princess is also young, but she is a princess. She is not here to study, but to experience life. Of course, Master Lu would not ask her very strictly.

...The main thing is that I don't dare.

The first time the little princess has been together so many children is different from the previous experience.

The learning atmosphere is also very different.

Most of the students in the Imperial Academy are royal relatives, and some really learn, but there are many people who only go to waste their lives.

However, the students in the Prodigy class basically did not come to live a life, at least not before today.

They are all strictly selected and must have excellent intelligence to enter this class.

The little princess is the only two who came in through the back door.

The first one is the little princess’ father, Yanshanjun.

Even Xiao Jingkong did not immediately enter the prodigy class after getting the admission papers. He got the exam later.

The little princess thought this class was very interesting, more interesting than the Imperial Academy. She decided to study hard and be the smartest little girl in Quanshengdu.

She took out her books and a special brush given to her by Uncle Guojun, and started handwriting carefully.

One morning passed.

She drew eight little turtles.

Xiao Jingkong studied hard all morning. It was not that he loved studying, but that was his task.

Who made the bad brother-in-law at home not good, and the two brothers didn’t like to study? He could only be the little pillar of the family.

He wants to get a good exam as soon as possible, make a name for himself, raise a good brother-in-law, and support his two brothers in the family, including Xiaoyi to Xiaoyi.

A sudden appearance of a little doodian in the class still attracted the students’ ideas. First, the little princess was too young and younger than Xiao Jingkong, and second, the little princess was too cute. She sat there with pink and glutinous, making people unable to help but want to pinch her face.

After class, several brave little classmates gathered around, either standing in front of the table or lying on the table, with their eyes wide open as if they were watching the little princess.

Others are in a hurry to get along with adults, so they turn around when they come to the little princess.

After all, in the palace, no child dared to get so close to her.

"Hey, Xiao Douding, where did you come from?"

"I... came from home."

His uncle said that the palace is also her home.

"How old are you?"

The little princess made her fingers and stretched out her three fingers: "Four years old!"

Everyone laughed.

Xiaodouding can't even count, so she's so stupid and cute!

Everyone unanimously agreed that this little bean ding is easier to fool than another little bean ding, that little bean ding is too cruel, he won the first place in every exam, and his fist is very hard.

"Did you understand in class today?"

"I understand!"

"What did Master Lu say?"

"I've said it, I've said it..." The little princess couldn't answer.

She drew the turtle that she had been drawing for the whole morning, so where did she listen to what the Master said?

The little classmates' bad tastes are coming, and the bravest one stretches out his hand to pinch the little princess' face.

The little princess has rich experience in dealing with adults, but the children are very confused. She has no idea what to do, and just stares at the hand and pinches her little face.

Suddenly, a little hand with distinct joints grabbed the classmate's wrist.

"What are you doing?"

The owner of the little hand asked domineeringly.

The nine-year-old classmate who was caught suddenly became timid. He stammered: "No, nothing."

The tycoon prodigy class bully, Xiao Jingkong said seriously: "Don't bully new classmates, otherwise I will let Xiaojiu bite you!"

Is it because Xiao Jingkong can become a work bully because of his hard fists?

Must not.

Who is following a fierce Hai Dongqing, and his fists are very hard?

Everyone hurriedly dispersed.

Xiao Jingkong sat back on his seat.

The little princess was rescued from the panic of being pinched, and her admiring little eyes looked at Xiao Jingkong: "Wow, you are so majestic!"

Xiao Jingkong, who had once been among the three sluts at the Imperial College, posed as a big boss's hand and said enthusiastically: "It's normal, whoever bullies you in the future, tell me, I will protect you!"

The little princess nodded in a titty way: "Who are you talking about Xiaojiu?"

Xiao Jingkong said, "I raise a bird."

The little princess said excitedly: "I have birds in my house too!"

Xiao Jingkong thought about it, guessing her excited tone, and asked, "Do you want to compete with me?"

The little princess opened her eyes wide and said, "Is that OK?"

"Of course." Xiao Jingkong nodded seriously, "Then let's just say that, bring the birds here tomorrow."

"Um!"

As a person who has experienced it, Xiao Jingkong felt that it was very necessary to remind her: "But you have to secretly take it and you can't be discovered by the Master, otherwise, the Master may confiscate your bird."

The little princess nodded in a good manner: "Okay, I remember!"

Because she was weird enough, Xiao Jingkong decided not to catch her little troll today. Xiao Jingkong continued to remind: "Also, if I'm not here, those stinky boys will bully you again, you can be more aggressive."

The little princess shook her head decisively: "I can't rape them, I can't bully the younger generation."

It’s not counting bullying the Prince of Ming, but the one who is a generation away. In addition, the Prince of Ming is not a cub. These young classmates are about the same age as her nephews and grandchildren.

As a grandmother, she must have the demeanor of an elder and know how to love the young.

The four-year-old princess grandmother thought so.

...

The child prodigy class of Lingbo Academy rests once every ten days, and the day before the rest is often only half a day. Today, the little princess is a coincidence.

After the monarch went to court, he went to Lingbo Academy to wait for the little princess. This was what the little princess asked, otherwise she would not come to class.

The king was riding a carriage with two horses, and the servants only brought two, one was Zhang Dequan, the general manager of the inner corps, and the other was the coachman.

The carriage was parked in a low-key position. In a congested alley diagonally opposite Lingbo Academy, there were many carriages parked in front and behind, but the weather was stuffy now, and the rest of the carriage went out to find a place to enjoy the cool air.

The surroundings are quite quiet.

The king came earlier and had been waiting for an hour.

A lot of memorandums have been approved.

Seeing that there was no one around, Zhang Dequan carefully hung the curtain, picked up the small palm fan and gently fanned the king.

Even so, the king was still sweating profusely and his collar was soaked.

Zhang Dequan was also very hot. There was a teahouse next door, but the king refused to go.

Zhang Dequan couldn't help but recall the past.

When was the last time the king picked up a child so fearlessly? It seemed that he was a young girl.
To be continued...