Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 35 The Black-bellied and Insidious Little Brother
The old gentleman headed by him has white hair like frost and a hale and hearty spirit.

He stroked his beard and smiled kindly, "Huaijin is so patient with the little book boy, he really can be called a gentleman of virtue."

"Huaijin" is Xiao Tingchen's character.

Xiao Tingchen seemed to have just discovered the old gentlemen, turned around in a "slightly surprised" manner, and bowed to them respectfully, "Principal, teachers, Huai Jin is very polite."

Dean Sikong said with regret: "It's a pity that you missed Chunwei this year due to illness. But you are still young, and you will rejoin Qiuwei this autumn to qualify for the next year's examination, and it will not be too late to enter Beijing again."

"Follow the instructions of the headmaster."

Xiao Tingchen bowed respectfully again, and respectfully sent those old gentlemen into the academy.

Su Jiu always kept the same movements as him, and when he saw those people leaving, he straightened up, and his dark and pure deer eyes were stained with disdain.

The little brother is also very good at acting, he clearly saw those old gentlemen coming, so he deliberately taught her Zhong Dingwen, deliberately impressing those teachers.

What is a "gentleman of virtue",
He is a sinister and black-bellied villain!
……

There are several types of dormitories in Jinling Academy, including singles, doubles, fours, and eights. The arrangement is mainly based on the accommodation fees submitted by the students.

The Xiao family is an aristocratic family, so the children naturally have to live in a single room, so as not to be laughed at by other aristocratic families.

Su Jiu packed up the luggage he brought, and moved the pot of Celestial Immortal Pepper to the window sill.

She washed her face, took a ladle of sweet spring from the water jar, and took a sip.

Ganquan is very sweet and cool to the bone.

She smacked her lips and turned her head to look at Tianxianjiao.

The fiery red trees are growing in the wind.

Can't help showing tenderness on her small face, she stepped forward and slowly poured the sweet spring from the gourd ladle into the earthen pot of Tianxianjiao.

"Grow up well, when you grow Celestial Pepper, you will definitely attract Phoenix..."

The little girl touched the fiery red branches and leaves.

After comforting Tianxianjiao, she looked into the distance.

Behind the window is green grass and a clean and clear stream.

Flowers and fruits of the four seasons are planted by the stream, some of the Jiangnan students who are well-dressed are strolling on the grass, and some are sitting under the trees, shaking their heads and studying scriptures.

Some set up bamboo poles in twos and threes to dry clothes and books.

Farther away, there are low rolling hills.

Su Jiu rested his chin with both hands, and the deer's eyes were radiant.

It is worthy of being the number one school in the south of the Yangtze River. The study atmosphere here is really good.

Maybe,

Follow my little brother into the academy,

It's the right thing to do.

She happily turned around and looked at the bedroom carefully.

There are two entrances for sleeping and sleeping, the outer room is a small hall for eating, and the inner room for reading and sleeping is through the draped curtain on the left side with a carved hole and moon door.

The little brother's Babu bed is facing the Dongyue Gate.

On the left side of the Babu bed, there is a couch where she sleeps.

The soft quilt covered with calamus powder is the color she likes.

On the right side is the carved window, under which there is a rosewood book table, and the sky-blue porcelain brush washers, pen holders, water drops, pen mounts, etc. are arranged in a patchwork order, which looks pleasing to the eye.

The black-blue Duan inkstone is square and simple, with a shallow puddle of clear water for keeping the inkstone.

The spring breeze blows through the carved window, and a petal of peach blossom softly falls on the Duan inkstone, rippling the ink green ripples in circles.

The scenery of Jiangnan in March,
All in this square inkstone.

Su Jiu smiled, his clear eyes turned slightly, and crashed into the bronze mirror.

The little bookboy who had washed her face had red lips and white teeth, and it was easy for people to tell that she was a little girl.

She thought about it, took the turmeric out of the cupboard, and rubbed it over her face and neck again.

Looking at the bronze mirror again, the little book boy in the mirror looked sleepy and no longer eye-catching.

She picked up Xiao Tingchen's quilt in a good mood, and planned to go outside to dry it.

As soon as he walked outside the door, he saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old young master, leading seven or eight attendants, rushing here in a hurry.

The little prince stepped on blue satin powder-soled court boots, and wore a brocade robe with arrow sleeves around the waist embroidered with auspicious clouds in crimson gold thread. His color was like spring dawn, and his temples were like knives.

The white and tender face is like three spring peach petals, more beautiful than a woman's.

It's just that those red phoenix eyes that are hooked inside and turned upside down are full of stubbornness and domineering, one can tell at a glance that he is a playboy who cannot be offended.

Su Jiu stopped the step towards the threshold, for fear of bumping into him.

The young master stood still in front of her, squinting at her, "Xiao Huaijin's new book boy?"

(End of this chapter)