I've never seen her look any better before, but none of her looks are as good as Sang Zhi's. Her appearance at just twelve years old is enough to tell how handsome she will be when she grows up.
It's just that he is too weak and needs training.
How to train a little old-fashioned girl from a weak beauty to a strong man, it seems that we still need to make a plan.
"That's where today's classwork ends."
Master Zhang collected the books.
When Sang Rui heard that get out of class was over, he turned and looked behind him with hatred.
Master Zhang noticed it and coughed slightly worriedly: "Will you come with me?"
Senior sister...
He really couldn't scream.
Upon hearing this, all the students looked towards the back.
Master, it's so strange today, being so kind to a little baby?
Ye Qianning stared at the little old-fashioned man seriously. The more he looked at his lucky star, the more beautiful he became.
"Cough!" Master Zhang coughed heavily, and he couldn't call her by her first name, so he was a little embarrassed to call her, senior sister.
"Master is calling you." A trace of red appeared on Sang Zhiyi's prim face.
"Well?" Ye Qianning looked up.
"Do you want to come with me?" Master Zhang asked again.
"No, I can just go with Sang Zhi."
Sanzhi?
Everyone was shocked again. Although the eighth prince was not favored, he was still a prince. No one dared to call him by his first name.
Master Zhang thought for a moment, and then said to everyone: "Private fights are prohibited in the academy. Remember the rules. Don't stir up trouble."
"Yes, Master."
Everyone responded, but Sang Rui was the only one who was indignant.
"Seventh Prince, you heard me." The Seventh Prince was usually arrogant and cliquey, so Master Zhang was worried that he would cause trouble for the little boy.
"I heard it." Sangrui said angrily.
Master Zhang walked out of the school with his books in hand. He didn't know what the little kid was thinking about choosing this course.
As soon as the Master left, the students started making noises and gathered around the seats at the back.
"Which family do you belong to?"
"How old are you, and you went to Loushan Academy?"
"You are really good, but I have never seen Master be so tolerant to anyone."
The twelve or thirteen-year-old children were all very curious about Ye Qianning no matter what they said to me.
"My father's name is Xiang Minghou, and he is a great general." Ye Qianning straightened up and spoke softly.
"It turned out to be General Xiang's family. I heard that General Xiang was very brave in killing enemies on the battlefield." A boy answered with an excited expression.
Only this boy answered the question, the others fell silent upon hearing this, looked at each other and returned to their seats.
Xiang Minghou had very few contacts with the aristocratic family. He was outspoken and made many enemies. There were also many rumors about the sudden appearance of a baby in General Xiang's residence.
I thought he had a noble status, but I didn't expect that he was just a kid from the countryside, which immediately made some people who wanted to cling to him lose interest.
"My father can wield a sword weighing several hundred kilograms. Cutting off a person's head is like cutting a leek." Ye Qianning stood on the chair with one step of her calf.
"Seriously?" The boy's eyes lit up.
"Of course, otherwise there would be no intrusion at the border."
"When I grow up in the future, I will also join General Xiang's military camp." The boy yearned for it.
Ye Qianning tightened her lips, with a look of admiration, and put her little hand on the boy's shoulder: "You have ideals, what is your name? I will tell my dad later and let him remember you."
"Qian Zhuye." The boy was surprised.
Surname Qian?
Ye Qianning frowned. As far as she knew, there was only one family named Qian in Kyoto. Could this child be...
"Are you from the Qian Shangshu family?"
"Qian Shangshu is my uncle, and my father has no fame in the court." Qian Zhuye said.
