Xiaohuan secretly asked Uncle Fang where "Qunyuyuan" was and why the young man said he wanted to invite his uncle to relax in Qunyuyuan.
Can you relax by going to Qunyuyuan?
After getting the cryptic answer from Lao Fang, the little maid looked at Li Xuan as if she was guarding against a thief.
Now she understands what a place like a brothel does.
He actually wants to take my uncle to a place like that. This young man is really bad.
If he hadn't been carrying big and small boxes into the yard when he came, and the gifts he brought were not light, I'm afraid that although Xiao Huan wouldn't have chased him away, he wouldn't have been able to serve him tea like he did now.
Watching his uncle talking to him in the yard, Xiaohuan stood far away but did not leave, always on guard against what bad ideas he might have.
But Lao Fang looked at Li Xuan with a look of sympathy. Qunyu Courtyard was a place he had always wanted to go to. He hadn't seen her for a long time, and he didn't know how Miss Xiaohong was doing...
The little maid stood behind the pillar, always on guard. Farther away, Lao Fang was leaning against the courtyard wall, with a rather complicated expression on his usually honest face.
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"Teaching some incomprehensible things, don't you just like this?" Li Yi thought of what Li Xuan just said, looked up at him and asked.
"Although what you said is bizarre, it is a proven truth of heaven and earth. How can you say it is inexplicable?" Li Xuan once again showed a depressed expression on his face and said, "What they teach is classics, history, poetry, and poetry.
Calligraphy and painting, even riding and shooting, battle formations..."
When Li Yi heard this, he also had some doubts in his heart.
Classics and history, poetry, calligraphy and painting... these things are almost indispensable skills for scholars in this world, especially those young princes and young princes. I am afraid they will receive strict instruction from an early age, although they will not be allowed to take part in the imperial examination.
But this is the embodiment of royal and aristocratic education.
Members of the royal family may have many flaws in their character, but they are rarely mediocre.
Of course, the children of the Tian family must be different from those coquettish bitches outside. Not only the emperor, but everyone in the world will be watching them. They have been trained in all aspects since childhood. Wen Neng can control girls with pens------Wen Neng can control girls.
To bring peace to the world, it is not an exaggeration to say that one has both civil and military skills.
However, these seem to have nothing to do with Li Xuan.
Those royal children have been educated since childhood. It stands to reason that Li Xuan should have had such an experience a long time ago. Now that Prince Ning is asking him to learn these things again, does he want him to come back as the top scholar?
Li Yi felt a little disappointed in his heart. If Li Xuan could maintain his previous energy and go further and further on that road, he might really become an excellent scientist in the future, and his name would be remembered by future generations.
However, now they are led astray and learn useless things. A generation of scientific wizards are strangled in the cradle.
In the next thousands of years, people may still remember the Jingguo that once existed, but there should not be many people who remember Emperor Jing of this generation. If King Ning has not done anything earth-shattering in his life, such as rebellion, I am afraid that if he knows about King Ning
The only people with this title are those old scholars who have studied the history of Jingguo. As for Prince Ning, he also has a son--who would have the time to study this?
Looking at Li Yi's regretful eyes, Li Xuan sighed leisurely. How much he missed the carefree days before. If he could be as leisurely as Li Yi, even if he was injured like him, he would be willing.
"You have many bad ideas. There is one more thing you have to help me with."
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Li Xuan turned to look at him, his eyes shining.
If he hadn't been injured, Li Yi might have kicked him, no matter what the little prince was.
Li Xuan didn't think there was anything wrong with what he just said. He looked at Li Yi expectantly and asked, "My father has arranged a marriage for me, but I don't want to get married yet. Is there any way to break the engagement?"
As the saying goes, you would rather demolish ten temples than regret one marriage. You will be punished for doing such an unethical thing.
However, this is not the issue Li Yi is considering now.
He now doubts whether Li Xuan is a man.
In this era, people generally get married at a relatively young age. The age of fifteen is already the marriageable age. If you have not gotten married after the age of sixteen, you will recruit official matchmakers into your home like Ruyi.
Of course, even the official media would not dare to go to Ning Prince's Mansion to force a marriage, but Li Xuan is almost 20 years old now, and even he has been forced to leave the bachelor's party. As the eldest son, he is still single. This is really unacceptable.
normal.
Although he talks about "Qunyu Yuan" all day long, Li Yi knows that when it comes to matters between men and women, he seems to have not yet figured it out.
To be honest, although Li Yi has never experienced this kind of thing in his life, he occasionally thinks about it. It's just that the "respecting each other as guests" mode of getting along with Ruyi has not changed yet. Naturally, it is impossible to be like a real person.
Husband and wife consummate their marriage.
As an older single, the first thing that came to his mind after getting engaged was not to be overjoyed, but to ruin it. Li Yi couldn't help but worry about his orientation.
Turning his head to look at Li Xuan, he found that he was looking at him with a fiery look.
Li Yi's heart skipped a beat, could it be...
No, no, it's a matter of principle. Although this guy looks pretty good and has a good family background, his orientation is normal, and attacking Ruyi earlier is the right way, and he will not succumb to his power.
"Old Fang, seeing off our guests..." He couldn't continue chatting for the day, and he couldn't come up with an idea, so he hurriedly summoned Lao Fang to come over.
Lao Fang trotted over, but he didn't know what was going on and was quickly driven away by Li Xuan.
Lao Fang now knows that this pretty boy, who has a close relationship with his uncle, has a rich background. He cannot afford to offend either of them, so the right way is to protect oneself wisely.
"Are you serious?" Li Yi looked at him again and asked.
Li Xuan nodded, the expression on his face couldn't be more genuine.
"That girl is ugly?" Li Yi was very curious. To be refused marriage by Li Xuan so resolutely, the girl was probably so ugly that she would make people cry.
Li Xuan shook his head: "I have seen her portrait. She was as beautiful as a flower. She is a rare beauty in the world."
Li Yi was not surprised by this. Although this young prince was not very reliable, he was still the only son of Prince Ning. He would inherit the title in the future, and the selection of his concubine was a top priority. He could not be so hasty.
The current crown prince will be the future princess. To some extent, she represents the face of the Tian family. Naturally, it is impossible to choose an ugly one.
He has met Princess Ning and the Empress. Although they are no longer young, it can be seen from their current charm that they must have been extremely beautiful when they were young. This means that the aesthetics of Prince Ning and the Emperor are still normal, unlike
In a certain braided dynasty in later generations, there were three thousand beauties in the harem, all of whom were not good-looking...
Since he has such a beautiful fiancée, why would he regret his marriage?
Returning to the original question, Li Yi looked at him and asked tentatively: "Don't you...like men?"
Rong Xiaorong said that it was late to go home and the second update should be written before twelve o'clock.
