Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 524 I'm Really Your Uncle (1 more)
Probably considering that this is a freshman who has just entered school, the academic officer is very generous to him, holding the scroll in one hand and the ruler in the other. When he walked to Song Yuanbao, the ruler tapped on the book case lightly, "Tell me, What are the three ancient styles?"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone's eyes were fixed on Song Yuanbao.

Most of the spectators.

After being sick for so many days, Song Yuanbao was somewhat unaccustomed to attending the first class, and slept soundly, so he didn't hear it.

The school officer's face was not very good-looking, and he knocked hard again with the long ruler.

When Song Yuanbao first went to the Shang study room, he was not used to working and resting, and he was often questioned because he dozed off in class. When he heard the sound of the ruler, he stood up reflexively. A certain question from the husband, without even thinking about it, with a nasal voice full of sleepiness, he answered: "Respect the residence, respect the deacon, and be loyal to others."

Officer: "..."

Classmate: "..."

On the right side was a young man surnamed Lin who was about the same age as him. He put his book up to cover his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Brother Xiaoyao, we are taking a mathematics class."

Song Yuanbao glanced at the book in the hands of the academic officer, it was indeed Heluo Mathematics, and what he answered was "Mencius".

The academic officer didn't look at him, and said in a stiff voice, "The Imperial College is a place to study, not your bedroom. If you can't be upright and serious, go back as soon as possible. Don't think that you can ignore the rules of the Imperial College after two years of being with the nobleman. There is no shortage of pompous playboys, and it is precisely this kind of person that the Imperial College does not need."

Song Yuanbao had a good attitude in this regard, and when the academic officer said something, he nodded his head, expressing his full agreement.

Such brazenness made it impossible for people to take him.

The school officer listened, and tapped the ruler twice on his table, "Yeah, what's the use? You copy the ancient three formulas a thousand times for me, and hand them in tomorrow morning!"

After school at noon, the classmate surnamed Lin came over to him and asked him, "Actually, at your level, brother Xiaoyao, you should have graduated a long time ago. Why do you have to come back and suffer?"

Song Yuanbao was stunned for a long time before realizing that "Brother Xiaoyao" was calling him.

He yawned, picked up his pen and dipped his ink, and continued to copy the three ancient styles, his voice was the same as his own, lazily, "Maybe I'm idle and bored."

Classmate Lin was full of curiosity: "Are all the people in Shangshufang so personal?"

Song Yuanbao's pen tip paused for a moment, and he suddenly laughed when he thought of that person's stern and omnipotent appearance, "Maybe."

"Brother Xiaoyao, stop copying. If we stay a little later, there will be no food in the dining hall. Are you not hungry after sitting for so long?" Classmate Lin rubbed his belly and smacked his lips twice.

Song Yuanbao wrote it twenty times, threw the brush into the brush washer, tidied up his things, and followed Tongtong Lin out.

Three styles of ancient biography: "Taiyi", "Liuren", "Qimen Dunjia"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's courses in the Shangshufang are very rich, so rich that he was invited to the Imperial College by the emperor's order. Song Yuanbao just realized that the Imperial College's courses were added in the past two years.

It seems that the emperor intends to comprehensively cultivate the talents of Guozijian, Song Yuanbao thought so.

Classmate Lin called the meal for him, and the two of them found an empty seat to sit down. Classmate Lin had a good impression of him, and while eating, he reminded him, "It's ritual and music class in the afternoon, Brother Xiaoyao, don't worry about it." Get it wrong again."

Song Yuanbao chewed the chicken pieces, and said vaguely, "I won't come this afternoon."

Classmate Lin: "If the school official just said something about you, you would skip class. You people in Shangshufang are very arrogant!"

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After lunch, Classmate Lin went back to the dormitory for a lunch break. Song Yuanbao didn't come home. He sat in the empty lecture hall and copied the three ancient styles a hundred times, and went to the Shenbing Division according to the time.

Zhao Xi seemed to have just arrived, and when he saw him in the hallway, he walked forward blankly without saying hello.

Song Yuanbao called him twice but he didn't answer.

"Hey, hey!" Song Yuanbao caught up, "Why are you ignoring people?"

Zhao Xi stopped in his tracks, said lightly, "What's the matter?"

"Can't I say hello to you if I'm fine?" Seeing that he still didn't want to talk to him, Song Yuanbao muttered in a low voice, "I was the one who was scolded at our house that day and not you, even if you want to be angry, you should I'm the one who is angry, why are you so awkward?"

Zhao Xi: "There should be a limit to your anger, why go to the Imperial College to make trouble?"

Song Yuanbao immediately realized that what Zhao Xi was talking about was the damn ancient three moves in the morning.

He thought it was funny, "My real deity just came out, and you got the news, Zhao Xi, did you send someone to watch me?"

"There is no need to monitor." Zhao Xi looked straight ahead, "It's hard for me not to know about the big commotion that the prince accompanied the reader."

Song Yuanbao touched the bridge of his nose, "Didn't I not understand what the senior officer asked?"

Thinking of something, he suddenly slapped his forehead: "I won't tell you anymore, the ancient three styles have been passed down a thousand times, if you don't copy them, you will have to stay up late at night."

After finishing speaking, he rushed directly into Zhao Xi's office, sat down in front of the desk, spread paper and ink, and began to copy with his head down.

Standing outside the door, Zhao Xi glanced sideways at Song Yuanbao, narrowing his black eyes.

He didn't turn around and leave slowly until Old Master Lu asked someone to invite him.

Song Yuanbao stayed in Zhao Xi's office for a whole afternoon, and he almost broke his hand before he could barely complete a thousand times. At this moment, if anyone mentioned the words "Gu Chuan San Shi" in front of him, he would probably be able to directly Spit it out.

After the ink dried up, Song Yuanbao put away all the papers and put them back into the book basket, squeezed his sore arms, twisted his neck, and planned to go out to get some air and prepare to go home for dinner.

When I went out, I saw a few magic soldiers discussing something in a low voice. When they saw him, their eyes became strange, as if they were looking at some new goods.

Song Yuanbao took a few steps forward, and those people immediately cupped their hands, "My lord."

Song Yuanbao glanced over, "Everyone paled in panic, could it be that you were talking ill of me behind my back?"

Several officials said in unison: "The little ones don't dare."

Song Yuanbao continued to pinch his sore arm, "Where is Your Highness?"

"Your Highness, he..." One of the officials was flickering, faltering.

"Ok?"

Another person summoned up his courage and said: "There is a troublesome person outside, not the uncle who claims to be the son, and His Highness is dealing with him outside the door."

"My uncle?" Song Yuanbaojun's face suddenly sank, ignoring the officials' persuasion not to go out, he walked quickly to the gate.

Sure enough, standing next to the white marble stone lion was a tall, thin man in an indigo round-neck gown. He was yelling something, but was blocked by two officials from crossing the line.

Zhao Xi stood on the stone steps with his hands behind his back, without saying a word.

Seeing Song Yuanbao coming out, the man's eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly: "Yuanbao, Yuanbao, let them loose quickly, I'm your uncle!"

Hearing this, Zhao Xi turned his head to the side, and seeing Song Yuanbao standing beside him at some point, he asked aloud, "Have you ever known this person?"

Song Yuanbao took a careful look at that person, and suddenly smiled and said, "Your Majesty, the 'Young Master Xiaoyao', just recruited peach blossoms, but now even my uncle is recruited for me, maybe in two days, I can still make an extra one out of thin air." Come to parents, Your Highness, don’t you think so?”

Zhao Xi continued to remain silent without saying a word.

If it had been different from usual, Song Yuanbao might still have thought of teasing the person who pretended to be his uncle, but today he just copied the three formulas of the ancient biography a thousand times, and he was too tired. He waved his hand and told the soap official, "Let him let's go."

The man in the blue robe is the young man of the Wang family who went to the capital. Hearing this, he raised his voice, "Yuan Bao, I am really your uncle! If you don't believe me, take me to see Song Sanlang. If it wasn't for him, how could your parents Died on the way home? It was their Song family who bullied people too much, and once your mother died, they cut off the relationship between our two families and prevented me, my uncle, from visiting you."

Song Yuanbao froze in place, "What did you say?"

Seeing his ugly face, Wang Xiaolang sighed and said, "Yuanbao, it's not that uncle doesn't care about you all these years, I want to care about it, and I wanted to bring you back to the Wang family, but your grandparents don't allow it, I really can't do anything... "

"Ridiculous!" Song Yuanbao said with a sullen face, "If you dare to utter nonsense, believe it or not, I'll have you thrown out of the capital?"

"Song Yuanbao!" Wang Xiaolang continued to yell, "How old is Song Erlang's daughter? You are already 15 years old this year. Do you really think you are Song Sanlang's biological son?"

Song Yuanbao clenched his fists and turned to enter the door. Zhao Xi grabbed his wrist and shook his head, "Song Sicheng was transferred to other places early in the morning to buy materials for mechanism beasts. He is not here."

(End of this chapter)