Chapter 24 Third brother, I want to go to the countryside
Chapter 24 Third brother, I want to go to the countryside
"Even if you are not Third Brother's daughter, you still need to learn the rules and etiquette." Sang Zhi said seriously.
"Who is as free as you?"
"I'm very busy and have to study until late every day."
"..."
"I heard that you are six years old and you cannot be so lazy." Sang Zhi said.
"What's wrong with being six years old? How can I, a little girl from the countryside, learn any rules?" Ye Qianning rolled her eyes. Good and evil are determined by people. Rules cannot teach people's hearts.
Especially some princes, nobles, and heirs of the royal family, who do not treat the common people as human beings just because of their status.
It's all about justice when it's overt, and it's all about ghosts when it's covert.
"Learning and applying it has nothing to do with status."
"Have you ever been to the countryside? If I'm just learning greetings and learning the rules, who will show me when I go back? It would be strange if people don't laugh at me for being crazy."
"you……"
"What are you doing? You learn etiquette and rules. That's because you have a noble status, wear clothes, reach for food, and open your mouth. What the common people learn is the way to survive." Ye Qianning saw that he didn't seem to understand very well, and then said: "You don't understand them.
, they don’t understand your knowledge, they are in different environments, you just do your own thing, but there is no reason for you to make others be the same as you.”
Sang Zhi stared at her in silence for a while, lowering his eyes for a while as if thinking about her words.
"Anyway, everyone has his own ambitions. Children, it's better not to worry so much, otherwise you will easily become an old man." Ye Qianning sighed.
A ten-year-old child has no innocence at all, and will undoubtedly become an old man in a few years.
"You can't be carved out of rotten wood." Sang Zhi raised his head, his face bulging with anger.
Ye Qianning immediately became happy when she saw it. She thought the little old-fashioned man was deep in thought, but she didn't expect that he was angry.
This is the expression a child should have.
"Rotten wood can be carved into flowers. Do you want me to carve them for you someday?"
"You... hum." Sang Zhi snorted heavily, swung his sleeves behind his back with his little hands, turned around and left.
Ye Qianning raised her hand and touched her little nose. The little old-fashioned man still wanted to preach to him. If she tried a few more times, she would sooner or later turn him over.
Sang Zhi walked all the way back to the yard, all he could think about was the little fat man's words. The more he thought about it, the more sense he felt.
"Eighth brother." Sang Yan happened to see him at the gate of the courtyard.
Sang Zhi raised his head: "Third brother, why are you here?"
"I heard that you didn't return to the palace, so I came over to take a look."
"Master Fanghua will stay in the palace for four days. I thought it would be too troublesome to leave the palace every day, so I asked my uncle to report it to my father. I will return to the palace after Master Fanghua leaves," Sang Zhi said.
"If you are not used to living in the emperor's uncle's house, you can come to the third brother's house."
"Thank you, Third Brother, but the Imperial Uncle's Mansion is pretty good, Third Brother, don't worry about it. Now, Third Brother, have you taken care of things?"
Sang Yan thought of those four people and sighed: "That's right."
"That's good." Sang Zhi nodded.
"You should rest early. Third brother will come again tomorrow."
"kindness."
Sang Yan turned around and was worried. When Marquis Xiang Ming returned to the capital, there would be some trouble with the child.
After all, whether it is Gu Shuo, Xiang Minghou, or Qian Fanji, they are all influential figures in the imperial capital. If rumors about these things spread, big things will happen.
"Third brother."
A childish and calm shout interrupted Sang Yan's contemplation.
Sang Yan had already walked far away. When he heard the shouting, he turned around and looked at the looming and slightly blurry shadow: "What's wrong with Eighth Brother?"
In the darkness, Sang Zhi's face was extremely serious, and his childish voice was very serious.
