Ma'am, I was wrong

The annual Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. It is reasonable to say that Cangwu Academy will have a rest on this day, so that the students of Cangwu Academy can reunite with their relatives when they return home.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a grand festival in Da'an Dynasty. On this day, almost all people will choose to go home or go shopping, guess lantern riddles and so on.

However, the site of Cangwu Academy is located in this high mountain and far away, and the nearest and most prosperous place is the small town at the foot of the mountain.

Cangwu Academy is also kind and generous. On this day, the masters and students of the whole academy are given a holiday, so that everyone can have a good rest. The students take this opportunity to get familiar with this place. After all, most of them are newcomers.

People like Liu Yanshu who live close to home could have gone home to spend the holidays with their parents, but Liu's father and Liu mother had already left home, and there was no one there when they returned, so it was better to stay in Cangwu Academy.

Liu Yanshu just woke up in this dazed state, unable to tell what year it is at all.

Getting up slowly, she was really exhausted after several days of lighting up the night battle. After finally getting such a rest and bathing day, she vaguely remembered that she was with Zhou Zihao, and hoped that they agreed to go down the mountain today.

She rubbed her temples, lifted the quilt unhurriedly, and walked to the side where the bronze mirror was placed while pulling her shoes and feeling sleepy. Don't ask her why there is such a thing as a bronze mirror in her own room.

After all, she is still a girl, even if she is forced to make changes in her behavior due to her current status, it is impossible for a girl to change her image at all times.

After a simple wash for myself, I walked around and looked right, and after confirming that it was correct, I left my house and went out to look for them.

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Zhang Huaili leaned forward slightly, seeing that His Highness was not separated for the arrival of the Mid-Autumn Festival at the moment, he just felt very relieved, but working hard like this is not the way, after all, when it is time to rest, you still have to rest.

"My lord, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, why don't you go out for a walk?" He asked tentatively. Since that day, His Royal Highness has become more calm and secluded, and he likes to be alone most of the time.

These days, His Highness has been studying his homework very seriously, but this kind of disillusionment and reckless study method made Zhang Huaili even more terrified in the end.

Su Yan, who was the former prince, was studying with him, if something went wrong, even if he had ten heads, it wouldn't be enough to cut him off.

"Sir?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, rubbed his sore neck, looked disapproving, and said: "Master, I want to read a book for a while, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, it's okay if you stay here with me, why don't you find someone Colleagues and family members in the local and academy chatted happily."

Zhang Huaili said eagerly: "My lord, you..."

Before Zhang Huaili could finish speaking, Su Yan interrupted him, with a rather helpless expression on his face, and continued: "Master, don't worry, I will go out for a walk after I finish reading this piece of policy."

Hearing what Young Master said, Zhang Huaili was at a loss for what to say.

Su Yan's brows moved slightly, he pursed his lips into a smile, and quickly lowered his head to continue looking at the theory in his hand.

In fact, both he and Su Yan knew in their hearts that it was almost impossible for Su Yan to leave this place today, unless the gods and Buddhas appeared.

I don't know how much time has passed, and I don't know when Zhang Huaili left. When Su Yan finished reading the policy theory in his hand, he was about to pick up another policy theory on the copybook.

The golden hairpin that was placed on the side of the sleeve suddenly slipped out, and the person who wanted to get the policy suddenly twisted and took the golden hairpin out of the sleeve.

He held the golden hairpin in both hands and placed it in the center of his eyes, his slightly absent-minded pupils showed his longing for the past.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a time for family reunion. What the queen mother and sister Huang were doing at this time in the past seemed to be the three of them sitting together for a reunion dinner.

It's just that at that time, the Queen Mother and Sister Huang were not very happy, but he was the only one who was very happy, because it was one of the few days when the Queen Mother and Sister Huang could sit and eat together.

Now, the Mid-Autumn Festival is spent year after year, but on this day that symbolizes reunion, he has no home.

He shook his head subconsciously, raised the corners of his lips slightly, picked up the policy beside him and continued to read it without distraction.

Not long after, Zhang Huaili came here with the food prepared by his wife, holding the food box in one hand, and gently opened the door with the other.

Sure enough, I saw Su Yan sitting upright, his eyes could be said to have never left the strategy in his hand for a moment, and he didn't even respond to someone coming in.

Zhang Huaili was very satisfied with what he saw, but at the same time he blamed him. He was satisfied with Su Yan's hard work, but he blamed Su Yan for disregarding his own body.

He deeply forgot to take a look at Young Master, no matter how much pity he had in his heart, he could only squat aside and take out the food from the food box and place them on the table carefully, for fear of disturbing Su Yan who was working hard.

Zhang Huaili himself also casually picked up the policy theory around him and looked carefully, looking at the freshly released policy theory, he looked at Su Yan and nodded in satisfaction.

His Highness has improved a lot since he came in, let alone compared to before.

I don't know how long it took, Su Yan finally finished reading the policy theory in his hand, and wanted to pick up a pen casually to revise the shortcomings of the policy theory.

Unexpectedly, just as the hand was stretched out, the pen fell from the sky and flew directly into his hand.

Looking up suddenly, it turned out that it was Master who handed the pen to him, and pondered for a while, "Master, you..."

The corner of Zhang Huaili's mouth twitched, with a tone of reproach mixed in, "I can't understand you young people for a day, it's a good thing to study hard, hard work can make up for one's weakness."

The voice changed, and he said helplessly: "My lord, sometimes hard work is not enough. You have lost in the past not just because of your lack of hard work."

These words instantly aroused Su Yan's doubts, "Oh, I don't know what else caused my failure, I hope the master will explain it clearly." After speaking, he stood up and cupped his hands to ask for advice.

Now Zhang Huaili is more satisfied with Su Yan's knowledgeable attitude. One is not afraid that he is born stupid, but he is afraid that he will not humbly ask for advice.

"Young master's current state is no different from building a car behind closed doors. You just completed what you think you should do. However, have you ever thought about what the people really need?"

Su Yan didn't quite understand, so he could only repeat Zhang Huaili's words, "What do the people need?"

"Yes, it's what the people need. My lord, water can carry a boat and overturn it. The people are water, but the king is the boat. Whether the boat can move forward smoothly depends on the size of the water. If the lake is calm or even stagnant, The boat can only move forward slowly; if the sea is rough, whether the boat can survive is a problem."

He sighed, and then asked, "My lord, do you understand?"

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