Crazy! Crazy batch of chief ministers reduced to subordinates

When he came out of the main hall, Bei Sheng felt half confident and happy, and half sad because of Xiao Xu's departure.

The noble ladies upstairs in Jiaojie had finished their meals, and were gathering in the corridor in twos and threes, discussing the eldest princess's class in the morning, or preparing for Liu Shanggong's embroidery class in the afternoon.

It seems that everyone wants to be the crown princess.

If the prince needs a princess who can embroider and draw patterns, he can just choose one of the embroiderers in the palace. Why go to such trouble to recruit so many noble ladies into the palace!

Xu Beisheng was not interested in embroidery and painting to begin with, and her prowess in the previous life was surprisingly poor, so her thoughts were never focused on these things.

She went upstairs quietly, wanting to hide quietly from everyone's eyes and go back to her room to take a nap. She just wanted to avoid dozing off during Liu Shanggong's embroidery class in the afternoon.

The tree was about to be quiet but the wind was still blowing. Jiang Yaru, who was leaning on the railing and flipping through a flower and bird painting album, raised his eyes and saw Xu Beisheng.

She waved to Xu Beisheng, who was walking up the stairs with his skirt in hand, "Miss Xu, have you met the eldest princess?"

The shouting was so loud that all the girls in the corridor looked towards Bei Sheng.

Xu Beisheng could only nod and smile, and walked towards Jiang Yaru after going upstairs.

Jiang Yaru closed the picture album and asked with concern: "I saw Princess Laiyang and Princess Fan Yang walking away just now. Their expressions looked wrong, but Master Xu made them unhappy? Are you okay?"

Beisheng shook his head, "I'm fine."

As for what happened in the main hall, she had no reason to tell an unrelated person.

Her eyes fell on the picture album in Jiang Yaru's arms, and then slowly turned to the group of ladies behind her who were carefully trying to figure out the patterns, and said, "It seems that everyone attaches great importance to Liu Shanggong's class in the afternoon?"

At noon in early autumn, the sun was already a little dim. It is quite pleasing to the eyes to shine on these beautiful flowers.

Jiang Yaru lowered his head and glanced at the picture album in his arms, held it to Bei Sheng with both hands, and said: "Last month, Mr. Lang and another foreign minister taught everyone how to read and learn etiquette. This month, it has been the eldest princess and Liu Shanggong who taught everyone. Female red embroidery.”

"Liu Shanggong usually teaches everyone how to draw patterns in the afternoon of the first day, and in the morning of the second day, Her Royal Highness the Princess teaches everyone to choose threads for embroidery according to the drawn patterns. The first few days are simple, with all kinds of flowers and plants. From today onwards, I will learn to embroider birds and animals.”

Jiang Yaru said, gradually lowering her voice: "These small embroideries will be finished in five days. From now on, several people will have to work in groups to make large embroideries. They must be completed before the Queen's birthday and presented to the Queen. This is A group of people have to come in according to the quality of the embroidery, so no one dares to be careless."

Beisheng asked tentatively: "Who is the best embroiderer among us?"

Jiang Yaru frowned, as if he was embarrassed, "The best painter among us is Wu Jinzhi, here, that's the one."

Bei Sheng followed Jiang Yaru's direction and looked over. What caught his eye was a tall woman wearing a pea green palace dress. She was slender and looked elegant and quiet. She was holding an embroidery bandage in one hand and a needle in the other. Xiu stretched back and forth, frowning from time to time.

Jiang Yaru sighed and continued: "The patterns she painted were praised by Liu Shanggong every time, but her embroidery was not very good and the stitches were messy, so she used it to embroider whenever she had the time, with such a pair of fair and dexterous hands. , The fingers are all pricked with needle holes."

Bei Sheng turned his eyes and landed on Zhong Yunxun, who was not far away and was dressed in a simple but elegant manner. He asked leisurely: "How is that person's embroidery work?"

Others were holding either embroidery sheets or picture albums used to draw embroidery pictures. Zhong Yunxun was also holding a picture album in his hand, but it was a picture album with various little figures dancing swords. She held it in one hand, and occasionally made gestures with the other hand according to the movements on the picture.

Jiang Yaru glanced at Zhong Yunxun, covered her mouth and snickered, "She is Zhong Yunxun, the sister of the Zhong family. Her father is Zhong Quan, the Minister of the Ministry of War, and her family is a martial artist."

She lowered her voice and continued: "Sister Zhong is beautiful, but she never cares about her appearance, let alone the classes in the palace. Only Master Lang listens to the class seriously, and she has no interest in embroidery. , holding a book on swordsmanship and reading it every day, she secretly complained in private that there was no food for sword dancing in the palace, and her posture was stiff and unfamiliar."

Jiang Yaru chuckled for a while after saying this, and Beisheng also smiled lightly.

She said: "I won't disturb you in reviewing your homework. Go back to your room to clean up. We will have class together in the afternoon."

Jiang Yaru smiled and nodded, watching Bei Sheng turn the corner and enter the room, raised her eyebrows and smiled, lowered her eyes and began to look through the picture album in her hand.

Not three minutes later, Beisheng had just prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstones when He Miao sent a message downstairs to Jiaojie: "Liu Shanggong invites you ladies to come to Jingchizhai to listen to the class."

He Miao only shouted downstairs, and the girls on the corridor collected the things in their hands, hurriedly went downstairs, and followed He Miao to Jingchi Zhai.

Bei Sheng hurriedly followed behind, holding pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Jingchizhai is located behind the north facing Jiaojie Building. Just like in the previous life, the entrance is to a three-foot-wide podium. Liu Shanggong is standing on the podium at the moment, with a drawing board tilted in front of him, which has been paved. On paper.

The tables and chairs below were neatly arranged. After everyone entered, they saluted Liu Shanggong one by one before sitting down in their respective seats.

Except for the two empty seats at the front, the rest of the seats had been occupied. There was only an empty desk in the corner at the end. Beisheng walked over silently and sat down.

Everyone had almost arrived. Liu Shanggong glanced at the two empty seats in front of him, coughed quietly and said: "Yesterday, the old slave taught you how to draw plum blossoms. This morning, you were in the eldest princess's class. The old slave has seen the patterns embroidered according to the pictures, and they are all pretty good. Today, the old slave will teach the girls how to add snow to the plum branches based on yesterday's work..."

As Liu Shanggong spoke, he looked at Xu Beisheng who was sleeping in the corner. He raised his brows slightly and suddenly changed the subject: "I heard Mr. Lang say that Miss Xu Er is proficient in poetry and prose and is a model of women in the boudoir! I must have said that the boring class of this old slave is very useful to you. It’s of no use, Miss Xu Er might as well do it herself!”

The only voice in the quiet class was Liu Shanggong's, but when the bright eyes of the ladies all looked at her, Xu Beisheng couldn't help but blush and feel anxious, as if he was on charcoal fire.

She swore that she knew a little about poetry and prose, and Lord Lang was quite satisfied with her knowledge, but he had never said anything like "a model of a boudoir woman", at least not in front of her!

This old witch was probably trying to avenge Xiao Xiao, so she was kicked out of class.

This was her first day in the palace, the first time she sat down to listen to a lecture in Liu Shanggong. The soft cushion under her butt was not yet warm, so she was kicked out in public. Wasn't it obvious to everyone that Xu Beisheng had become a thorn in Liu Shanggong's eyes? , please don’t let everyone have sex with her.

But Xu Beisheng didn't care. She wasn't interested in embroidery or other things. She was happy that she didn't have to take Liu Shanggong's painting lessons anymore.

He immediately put away his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, stood up and smiled lightly at Liu Shanggong: "Thank you Liu Shanggong."

Then he left Jingchizhai in full view of everyone.