The group's favorite little Fubao has become the most arrogant kid in the whole imperial city

Chapter 43 Stop praising me, I will suspect you are mocking me!

Emperor Jingyuan raised his hand and slapped her on the buttocks, saying sternly: "Who taught you that? What do you mean by whoring or not? Say it again and I'll see."

Zhao Yuheng's headache became even worse. Who had taught his precious daughter such bad things?

Xihe was beaten, and tears welled up in her eyes. "I won't dare to do that again! That beautiful sister told me that last time I went to the brothel."

The veins on Emperor Jingyuan's forehead bulged, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Third brother, if you dare to take your sister to a questionable place again, you don't have to come back."

Emperor Jingyuan wanted to beat Xihe up, but the slap wouldn't land. He was so angry that he had to pull Zhao Zhinan, who was closest to him, over to give him a beating.

Zhao Zhinan's face was full of accusations, "Father, you are causing harm to innocent people!"

Emperor Jingyuan snorted coldly, glanced at the test paper, and then looked away.

It hurts the eyes too much.

"Xihe, do you want to explain why your essay is written like this?" Emperor Jingyuan became angrier and angrier as he read the paper, and simply threw it to Zhao Chengning who kept looking around.

Zhao Chengning took the paper, his usual slight smile froze on the corner of his mouth, and he laughed out loud the next second.

"Sister, you..."

Zhao Chengning had thought of a bunch of compliments but they stopped at his lips.

Although he has no conscience, we can't praise him for nothing.

Only this one:
"goose,

My big white goose,
Swish, swish, swish,
Three geese floated by,
Ah ah ah,
What a beautiful goose. "

Is this a poem? It is not a five-character poem, nor a quatrain.

Is this a new topic?
Xihe sniffed and looked at the eldest prince with tears in her eyes, "Big brother, is my writing bad? It's so smooth!"

Zhao Chengning gave his sister an unfathomable look, "It's going pretty smoothly."

"You are very happy about what you wrote, right?" Emperor Jingyuan's sinister voice came from behind, and Xihe couldn't help but shiver.

"Daddy!" Xihe tried to get away with it by acting coquettishly, but Emperor Jingyuan didn't buy it at all.

"Shut up!" said Emperor Jingyuan.

Xihe was held by the scruff of the neck and sat obediently in his arms, not daring to move.

"What were you doing when Tutor Li was teaching?" Emperor Jingyuan resigned himself to taking the test paper back. The more he looked at it, the more annoyed he became.

"Sleeping..." Xihe replied in a low voice.

Emperor Jingyuan sneered, "You are quite honest."

Xihe curled up into a ball and muttered, "You can't blame me for this. I really couldn't understand what the Master said. I was also sleepy, so I just... fell asleep."

Emperor Jingyuan reached out and slapped Xihe on the butt, saying unhappily, "You didn't listen to any class, so of course you don't understand."

Xihe pursed her lips and sobbed softly, "Poetry is meant to be sung, right? I can't even pronounce the one Taifu taught me smoothly, so I can't learn it."

Emperor Jingyuan looked at the poem carefully, then picked up the others for comparison, his expression gloomy.

Zhao Zhinan was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he looked at Xihe's paper and laughed loudly, "Xihe, what the hell did you write? Ah, what a beautiful goose! Hahahahaha!"

Suddenly, Zhao Zhinan was slapped on the butt, and he fell to the ground like a stone.

"Father! I'm thirteen!"

He is already thirteen, how can he be spanked? Just treat him as if he were five.

Emperor Jingyuan glanced at him and said, "What are you laughing at? In my opinion, Xihe writes better than you. As your elder brother, you don't act like a role model at all!"

Zhao Zhinan opened his mouth slightly, staring at Emperor Jingyuan in a daze, his eyes full of disbelief, "Father, are you... blind?"

In response, Emperor Jingyuan slapped him again. "Who is blind?" Emperor Jingyuan asked coldly, narrowing his eyes.

Zhao Zhinan immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake, "I'm blind."

"Xihe is right. Aren't poems meant to be sung? Why make them so awkward?"

Emperor Jingyuan, who was a slave to his daughter, became extremely rebellious and turned his back on everyone, as if the person he had scolded the harshest was not him.

"Sanping!" Emperor Jingyuan raised his hand and said, "Take this poem to the Hanlin Academy and have them copy it and circulate it widely!"

Sanping was not surprised by this and took the test paper calmly, "I obey your order."

"No, no, no!" Xihe leaned out half of her body and extended her hand to Sanping, "Dad, this article is not good. I will study again and write it better before sending you off, okay?"

The little girl burst into tears.

She knew very well what kind of terrible thing she wrote. If it really got out, she would never have to face anyone again.

Emperor Jingyuan seemed to be in deep thought, and he murmured for a long while, "I think it's very good, smooth and easy to understand, it's a good work."

With every word Emperor Jingyuan spoke, the little girl lowered her head a little.

Stop praising me, stop praising me, or I will suspect that you are mocking me.

"Daddy, I will definitely be able to do better if I learn more. Please don't give me this, okay?" The little girl had a sad face and begged Emperor Jingyuan, as if she was saying, "I will cry if you don't agree."

Emperor Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his lips. "Okay, then Daddy will wait for your mid-year assessment results."

"Thank you, Daddy!" Xihe suddenly came alive, jumped up from his arms, gave Emperor Jingyuan a kiss, and ran away happily with her test paper in her pocket.

Emperor Jingyuan took a sip of tea to hide the meaningful smile at the corner of his lips.

Little girl, I can’t cure you.

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In order not to embarrass himself, Xihe returned to the palace and took the pile of books with him to read by lamplight at night, showing the perseverance of a man who was studying hard.

Early in the morning on New Year's Eve, Xihe was dug out of bed by Concubine Chen. She was wearing a red jacket, and her few beautiful hair were tied into two small buns, and she also put on red hair accessories. With her cute face, she looked like a lucky doll.

"Brother! It's off!"

Zhao Chengning volunteered to go up and hang the lanterns, and Concubine Chen held Xihe and gave orders from below.

"Which way?" Zhao Chengning asked.

"To the left!" Xihe leaned half of his body out of Concubine Chen's arms, eager to climb up.

Zhao Chengning moved a little to the right as he was told.

"Brother! It's off again! Move a little to the left!"

Zhao Chengning had no choice but to turn left again, but sure enough, he went off the track again.

The young commander was giving instructions from below, sometimes left, sometimes right, and after a few seconds, Zhao Chengning stopped moving.

"Xihe, are you doing this on purpose?" Zhao Chengning found a suitable place to hang the lantern, jumped down from the ladder, grabbed Xihe's face, and spoke in a deliberately vicious tone.

Xihe hummed, bit Zhao Chengning's hand, and then retreated back into Concubine Chen's arms, her tone full of accusations, "Mother, look at my brother! He is so stupid! He even pinched me!"

Concubine Chen knew her daughter's little thoughts, so she deliberately put on a stern face and slapped each of them with a hundred strokes of the cane, "Stop it, both of you are not easy to deal with!"

One of them deliberately deviates too much, and the other one deliberately gives blind orders. They are simply a pair of funny people.

"Hmph!" Xihe made a face at Zhao Chengning, then buried her head back in Concubine Chen's arms.

Zhao Chengning grinned, his eyes full of helplessness.

This ancestor!
What to do? Pamper her.