As soon as he said these words, everyone's eyes fell on him.
Geng Zhong forced a smile and said: "Your Highness, Miss Xia used to be Xia Chi's daughter. Then what is Xia Chi's background? Fanshan bandit..."
As soon as Geng Zhong spoke, his thoughts immediately opened up, "His father is a bandit in Fanshan, and she has never been worried or uncomfortable. She even actively helped His Highness suppress the bandits."
"The Flying Wings secretly attacked Fanshan. The day when the Fu'an River surged was the time to attack the mountain. Miss Xia provided many of the conditions for the right time, place and people."
"It can be seen that our all-rounder Miss Xia loves His Highness wholeheartedly and is willing to risk life and death for His Highness, no matter what."
"Marquis Pingyang, her nominal biological father."
Geng Zhong shook his head, feeling that his thoughts were really clear and transparent, "Although Mrs. Xi secretly identified Miss Xia as her biological daughter, Marquis Pingyang did not acknowledge her."
"It has been a month since Mrs. Xi returned to the capital, but there has been no news from the capital. What does this mean?"
"It shows that the Marquis of Pingyang doesn't care about this daughter at all."
"Miss Xia seems to have forgotten about acknowledging her relatives. She didn't even mention it, and she has no plans to go to the capital to find her relatives."
"It can be seen that Miss Xia doesn't care about becoming the legitimate daughter of Pingyang Marquis Mansion. From the looks of my subordinates, she is quite happy to stay in this remote country and become a free businessman."
Geng Zhong finished analyzing everything and waited for his master to praise him.
Unexpectedly, Ji Zimo remained silent for a moment, stood up, and walked out the door.
When he came to the door, he flicked his sleeves and said coldly: "Today, you will chop all the firewood in the back kitchen of Juwanglou."
Geng Zhong was stunned for a moment, his expression difficult to distinguish.
He did something wrong again.
He was fined two consecutive months' salary, and now his master punishes him by making him do hard labor.
But he was not wrong. Why did His Highness punish him? What happened?
He still wanted to argue, but was glared at by Xiao Yong, who hurriedly lowered his head, cupped his hands and saluted, "Yes."
After His Highness left, Xiao Yong stepped forward and lectured: "Aren't you looking for punishment?"
Geng Zhong doesn’t understand.
Xiao Yong reminded: "How can Miss Xia and Xia Chi break off their father-daughter relationship for more than ten years? The girl helps us suppress bandits and helps His Highness deal with his biological father. From our point of view, she is righteous.
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"From Xia Chi's point of view, it is unfilial."
"Miss Xia likes to live in this remote place, but our Highness cannot stay here for a long time. The palace of the wise prince in the capital is short of a wise princess."
"How can Miss Xia become a hostess if she doesn't go to the capital?"
Geng Zhong was stunned for a moment when he was questioned, and his heart began to tremble.
Xiao Yong shook his head and said speechlessly: "Your Highness's affairs, it is best to say as little as possible. It will not last long in your memory."
Geng Zhong was very upset.
He just wanted to comfort His Highness. His Highness was happy. Maybe he could get back the confiscated monthly salary. Who knows, it was self-defeating and he was punished again.
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In Zhuxian Academy, all the students in the Guizi class stood up, saluted respectfully, and said in unison: "Goodbye, sir."
The morning literature class is over again.
Yu Yinghua came down from the podium and waved to Xia Qianqian who was sitting in his seat, "Xia Qianqian, come with me."
Xia Qianqian packed up the books on the table and followed in Yinghua's footsteps.
As soon as the two of them walked out of the school door, Dean Liu, who was dressed in gray robes, came out of nowhere, blocked her in front of her, and said anxiously: "Where are you going?"
Xia Qianqian looked calm, "We have something to talk about."
"I have more important things to do with you."
He stopped the person back in the classroom and asked him to sit at the desk, while he stood and put a thick "Surgery" book in his arms on the table.
He couldn't wait to open the book, flipped to one of the pages, pointed to one of the places, and asked: "What is the negative pressure device for this wound?"
In the school, many students couldn't help but gathered around, wanting to see what kind of questions the dean was asking.
I saw some strange symbols and patterns drawn on the pages of the book. The densely packed horizontal small characters can make people's eyes see flowers.
After watching it for a while, everyone was so dizzy that they had no idea what it meant.
Only Xia Qianqian remained calm and glanced lightly, "This is a device designed to drain the blood from the wound..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, some even stranger words came out of her mouth.
They clearly understood the pronunciation and meaning of each of her words, but they did not know the meaning of these words when they were connected together.
This feeling is so oppressive.
It's like, in the past, you thought you were a god in the sky, aloof and contented, but one day, you suddenly discovered that you were just a common person in the quagmire.
This sense of déjà vu, like sitting in a well and looking at the sky, makes everyone feel ashamed.
The dean with a gray beard looked like a student who had just entered the enlightenment school. He stood respectfully on the side of the teacher and listened attentively.
During this period, if he encountered something he didn't understand, he would wait until Xia Qianqian finished explaining it, put down his dignity, and humbly ask his doubts.
Such a serious attitude towards studying also infected many people present.
These children, who are only in their early ten years, see the highly respected dean put down their dignity when they meet students who can teach them. They are so shameless and ask questions. Their hearts are touched and they are more motivated to learn.
After a stick of incense passed, Mr. Liu finally understood what he didn’t understand.
He hugged the book and left with satisfaction.
Yu Yinghua, who had been waiting aside, quickly stepped forward and urged: "Qianqian, let's go quickly."
I need to go faster.
If you don't hurry up, someone might come to cut you off again later.
In the past half month, every day after class, someone would come looking for her.
The only difference is that the people looking for her change every day.
Today it will be Mr. Yu, tomorrow it will be Mr. Mo, and the day after tomorrow it will be Mr. Zhu. Sometimes there will be more exaggerated scenes, and several gentlemen will come together.
At this time, the situation is embarrassing.
Every time, Dean Liu always ranks first by virtue of his status and seniority.
Others have objections, but there is nothing they can do.
After he humbly asked for advice, the others eagerly came forward and started a new round of asking for advice.
The topics asked by Mr. Mo are generally related to literature.
Mr. Zhu is obsessed with painting, which is naturally related to painting techniques and dyes.
As for the female gentleman in front of me, Yu Yinghua, I heard that he took Xia Qianqian back to his study to ask her for some knowledge about medicinal materials.
Even, on several occasions, Mr. Yu's father was seen visiting the college in person, waiting at the door, seizing the opportunity to ask her for advice.
People will be jealous of those who are more capable than themselves, and they can only admire those who are much stronger than them but can never catch up.
Looking at the departing figures of Yu Yinghua and Xia Qianqian, the students were full of envy. Huang Meimei, who was sitting in the corner, looked lost and full of annoyance.
