The young prince's popularity is even greater than that of King Chen.
Mainly because most of the people who go out early in the morning are groceries.
"Whose doll is that? It's so handsome!"
"Yes, yes! This doll is more interesting than the golden boy in the painting! I really want to hug it!"
"That's the young prince of Prince Chen's palace. Do you want to hug him? It's already dawn and he's still dreaming!"
...
It was about five or six miles from Prince Yan's Mansion to the Imperial Academy. The two father and son rode horses leisurely. After a lap, half of the people in the imperial capital knew that King Chen sent the young prince to school today.
"Prince Chen has returned to the imperial capital?"
"Prince Chen also has a son!"
Ordinary people received two messages.
Feng Danyuan's high-profile goal today was achieved - well, the main goal was to send the young prince to school.
When we arrived at the Imperial Academy, it was during the rush hour for school. There were densely packed carriages parked at the entrance of the Imperial Academy, and the traffic was very congested.
But the young prince rode a horse and was not affected.
The young prince, who had attracted all the attention this morning, was in an extremely good mood. He got off the pony's back in a confident manner - using both hands and feet.
Feng Danyuan looked at the cute little guy and chuckled.
It's just that the smile faded before it bloomed.
He felt like someone was looking at him - it wasn't strange to see him, he had just been looked at, but the look was different.
He followed his gaze, and his originally lazy peach blossom eyes suddenly froze.
Although he had learned from Wei Zi last night that Nan Ming was most likely Lin Ze, Feng Danyuan still couldn't help being secretly surprised when he saw the exact same face with his own eyes.
At this time, a childish voice sounded around him: "Uncle Nan!"
The probing gaze on the other side softened in an instant, and Nan Ming, who was wearing a frost-colored robe, walked slowly and slowly to Feng Danyuan like a clear breeze and bright moon.
Before the two of them spoke, the young prince had introduced each other enthusiastically: "Uncle Nan, this is my dad. Dad, this is Uncle Nan. My aunt is going to get married to Uncle Nan soon!"
Nanming smiled gently at the young prince: "Xiaoyu, good morning."
Then, he took half a step back and solemnly saluted Feng Danyuan: "I have met the prince!"
Feng Danyuan's face was calm, but he sneered in his heart: Each time he was reincarnated, he could pretend better.
He didn't speak, and Nan Ming could only maintain the posture of saluting.
The parents and students who had been secretly observing Feng Danyuan could not move their feet when they saw this situation: It seemed that something was about to happen, and they were just watching the fun!
Not far away, the venerable Master Jijiu was helped by a servant and stepped out of the carriage.
Lord Jijiu was originally going to enter the Imperial Academy in a calm manner, but when he saw Feng Danyuan and his little boy, he felt excited and immediately quickened his pace.
Hey, little apprentice, my master is here!
Hey, why are you still punching this person? He looks familiar... Master Jijiu narrowed his eyes.
The young prince looked up at Nanming, then at his father, and reminded him thoughtfully: "Dad, you should say 'no need to be polite' at this time."
After he finished speaking, he added "quietly": "Be polite when dealing with others, as my grandfather said."
King Chen, who had always been cold and domineering, lowered his head and glanced at his young prince: You have said that the word "etiquette" is for people, but is the person standing in front of you a human being?
