"There will be an election for the No. 1 Military Scholar in one month. In your opinion, who is more suitable?"
Su Zhiyu frowned and said, "The current people in the court seem to be unsuitable. Does Your Highness have any confidants who are not close to you but are highly skilled in martial arts?"
"Nothing."
"This is a bit difficult to handle." Su Zhiyu sighed, "In my opinion, Yin Qianzhao is pretty good. He is very skilled in martial arts and has the ability to be a general. It's a pity that he doesn't know where he went."
"This matter will be discussed later." Pei Donglang looked at Su Zhiyu, "How come you don't know a single word?"
Su Zhiyu's stomach growled at the right time. Looking at the sky outside, it was almost time for dinner. She looked at Pei Donglang pleadingly: "Your Highness, I won't mention this later. I'm really hungry."
"Didn't you just eat pastry?" Chu Feige couldn't help but said.
"Those few pieces are not even enough to stuff between the teeth." Su Zhiyu rolled his eyes at him and continued to beg Pei Donglang, "I'm really hungry and can't think anymore. Your Highness——"
Pei Donglang narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Zhiyu, grabbed her wrist, lifted it up and shook it: "Your arms are almost as thick as Feige's legs!"
Su Zhiyu felt like thousands of arrows were piercing his heart, and he muttered dissatisfiedly: "That's because his legs are too thin! And if you really dislike me so much, why don't you marry him as your concubine?"
Chu Feige only felt an arrow hit his knee. The two of them were quarreling. Why did they bring him along?
"Go to any random man on the street and ask them if they would rather marry Feige than you with your current appearance!"
Su Zhiyu stared at Pei Donglang sadly and indignantly, feeling desolate in his heart. The sinister third prince in the past was gone forever, and now Pei Donglang had turned into a man with a poisonous tongue who could explode at the drop of a hat!
Pei Donglang also felt deeply that he could not go back to the past. As long as the foodie in front of him ate, his IQ would instantly drop to zero. The good temper he had cultivated over the years had been exhausted.
After irritating Pei Donglang, Su Zhiyu's life began to become difficult. In addition to agreeing on detailed plans every day, Pei Donglang assigned Su Zhiyu a lot of tasks.
She was not expected to be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but rough study was still necessary. Su Zhiyu knew nothing about Daye's astronomy, geography, history and biography. So Pei Donglang invited Daye's most famous scribe to teach him.
Su Zhiyu instantly felt that he was back in school, living the hard life of taking turns in cram school. Every day when he looked up, he would read poems and books, and when he closed his eyes, the music of the piano would buzz in his head.
But there are policies from above and countermeasures from below. In just half a month, Su Zhiyu had already driven away more than a dozen of his teachers.
Pei Donglang's eyes shifted to the teacher in front of him, and he accused Su Zhiyu's evil deeds with blood and tears: "...Although Wei Chen's beard is not a treasure, it has been growing for more than ten years, and he has worked hard to take care of it every day. Neighbors
folks
Everyone called Wei Chen the beautiful beard. Su Liangdi said that Wei Chen’s beard was not artistic enough, so she shaved Wei Chen’s beard into this look.” The teacher put down his hand that was covering his beard and said with surprise.
A handful of pointed cones pop out of the lower jaw.
Pei Donglang suppressed his laughter, comforted the teacher with some kind words, rewarded him with some gold and silver, and sent him away.
After the teacher left, Pei Donglang suppressed his smile and tapped his fingers on the table.
"What are you doing outside? Come in!"
Su Zhiyu poked his head in, his eyes rolling. "There will be an election for the top military position in a month. In your opinion, who is more suitable?"
Su Zhiyu frowned and said, "The current people in the court seem to be unsuitable. Does Your Highness have any confidants who are not close to you but are highly skilled in martial arts?"
"Nothing."
"This is a bit difficult to handle." Su Zhiyu sighed, "In my opinion, Yin Qianzhao is pretty good. He is very skilled in martial arts and has the ability to be a general. It's a pity that he doesn't know where he went."
"This matter will be discussed later." Pei Donglang looked at Su Zhiyu, "How come you don't know a single word?"
Su Zhiyu's stomach growled at the right time. Looking at the sky outside, it was almost time for dinner. She looked at Pei Donglang pleadingly: "Your Highness, I won't mention this later. I'm really hungry."
"Didn't you just eat pastry?" Chu Feige couldn't help but said.
"Those few pieces are not even enough to stuff between the teeth." Su Zhiyu rolled his eyes at him and continued to beg Pei Donglang, "I'm really hungry and can't think anymore. Your Highness——"
Pei Donglang narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Zhiyu, grabbed her wrist, lifted it up and shook it: "Your arms are almost as thick as Feige's legs!"
Su Zhiyu felt like thousands of arrows were piercing his heart, and he muttered dissatisfiedly: "That's because his legs are too thin! And if you really dislike me so much, why don't you marry him as your concubine?"
Chu Feige only felt an arrow hit his knee. The two of them were quarreling. Why did they bring him along?
"Go to any random man on the street and ask them if they would rather marry Feige than you with your current appearance!"
Su Zhiyu stared at Pei Donglang sadly and indignantly, feeling desolate in his heart. The sinister third prince in the past was gone forever, and now Pei Donglang had turned into a man with a poisonous tongue who could explode at the drop of a hat!
Pei Donglang also felt deeply that he could not go back to the past. As long as the foodie in front of him ate, his IQ would instantly drop to zero. The good temper he had cultivated over the years had been exhausted.
After irritating Pei Donglang, Su Zhiyu's life began to become difficult. In addition to agreeing on detailed plans every day, Pei Donglang assigned Su Zhiyu a lot of tasks.
She was not expected to be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but rough study was still necessary. Su Zhiyu knew nothing about Daye's astronomy, geography, history and biography. So Pei Donglang invited Daye's most famous scribe to teach him.
Su Zhiyu instantly felt that he was back in school, living the hard life of taking turns in cram school. Every day when he looked up, he would read poems and books, and when he closed his eyes, the music of the piano would buzz in his head.
But there are policies from above and countermeasures from below. In just half a month, Su Zhiyu had already driven away more than a dozen of his teachers.
Pei Donglang's eyes shifted to the teacher in front of him, and he accused Su Zhiyu's evil deeds with blood and tears: "...Although Wei Chen's beard is not a treasure, it has been growing for more than ten years, and he has worked hard to take care of it every day. Neighbors
folks
Everyone called Wei Chen the beautiful beard. Su Liangdi said that Wei Chen’s beard was not artistic enough, so she shaved Wei Chen’s beard into this look.” The teacher put down his hand that was covering his beard and said with surprise.
A handful of pointed cones pop out of the lower jaw.
Pei Donglang suppressed his laughter, comforted the teacher with some kind words, rewarded him with some gold and silver, and sent him away.
After the teacher left, Pei Donglang suppressed his smile and tapped his fingers on the table.