Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 314 This hard work is simply not done by humans! (1 more)
Temporarily owning a spacious bedroom and a Babu bed with magical effects, Song Yuanbao felt very happy.

On the first day of studying with him, the palace was beautiful in his eyes, reading made him happy, and the eldest prince was friendly and easy to get along with.

When the door was knocked on the fifth watch, Song Yuanbao, who was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, felt that no one did this drudgery.

Realizing that his task was arduous, Song Yuanbao didn't delay, forced himself to wake up no matter how sleepy he was, dressed neatly and went to open the door.

Standing outside was Zhao Xi's little father-in-law, who was holding an exquisite goat's horn palace lantern in his hand. When he heard the door creak, he leaned in and asked, "Master Song, are you awake?"

Song Yuanbao yawned and asked him, "Has Your Highness woke up?"

The little eunuch said: "I've already washed up, and I'm waiting for Young Master Song."

Song Yuanbao: "...Did Your Highness not sleep a night?"

"I still slept for a long time." The little father-in-law replied truthfully.

This "for a while", I am afraid it is really just a while.

Song Yuanbao tried his best to hold his eyelids, "Your Highness is really full of energy."

He has seen many people who go to bed late and get up early, but this is the first time he has met someone who goes to bed late and gets up early for several years in a row, and the other party is only 13 years old.

How many years has this child not slept soundly?
The little father-in-law didn't dare to say that His Royal Highness is also under great pressure.

Before the Second Highness was born, there was only one prince, His Highness the First Highness, and the people outside rumored that he was doted on by thousands of people, but in fact, that was not the case at all.

The fewer princes, the higher the possibility that His Royal Highness will finally inherit the throne, and at the same time, the greater the responsibility on his shoulders.

So he has to put in several times more effort than others.

Ever since he was six years old, His Royal Highness has been running to the Shang's study every day.

From two hours when I first entered school, it gradually changed to four hours, six hours, and even all night long, and I still had to go to class the next day.

The royal family does not have a throne that can be inherited in vain. If there is no strength, even if it is the only heir, it is impossible for the emperor to hand over the country to such a person.

Therefore, even if the Eldest Prince has a noble status, he cannot do whatever he wants like the previous Lord Lu Xiaohou. Not only does the Emperor have high demands on him, but he also has high demands on himself, so high that their older servants feel distressed when they look at it .

……

Not long after, Song Yuanbao followed the little eunuch to the main hall after washing.

Zhao Xi was sitting at the table drinking tea.

Probably in order to wake up and drowsy, he specially asked someone to make strong tea, and Song Yuanbao could smell the smell of strong tea from a long distance away.

"Your Highness." Song Yuanbao saluted briefly.

Zhao Xi raised his eyelids and looked at him, "Are you awake?"

Song Yuanbao hummed, "Can we go now?"

If he was at home, he would probably still be dreaming in bed at this moment.

Zhao Xi put down the teacup, got up and went directly to Shang's study.

It was still dark outside, and on the long corridor, the palace lanterns were blown indistinctly by the wind.

Song Yuanbao followed behind Zhao Xi. As soon as the early morning chill hit, the laziness and drowsiness all over his body faded away automatically.

When they arrived at Shang's study room, the two sat down one after another.

The book that Zhao Xi was going to read today was sent by his little father-in-law, and there was a copy on the table in front of them.

Zhao Xi opened the book, years of habit made him quickly concentrate all his attention on one place.

Song Yuanbao had never tried getting up so early to read a book. He patted his face to wake up, stretched out his hand to turn the page, and was about to start reading from the beginning, when a hand suddenly stretched out beside him. Fair-skinned, rough calluses can even be seen in the tiger's mouth. At this time, he is half-holding the spine of the book. The book is opened to a certain page, and he passes it forward, with an undeniable majesty in his tone, "Go up and read."

Song Yuanbao: "???"

Seeing his reaction, Zhao Xi gave a half-smile, "I can't read aloud earlier, are you planning to be dumb?"

Song Yuanbao said: "You can read it, but why do you have to go to the podium? I can do it right here."

Zhao Xi said slowly: "Because I have the final say."

Come on, you are the master, you are right.

Song Yuanbao took the book, quickly glanced at the contents above, and then looked at Zhao Xi, "Then, how does His Highness want me to read? Softer or louder, or louder and softer at the same time? As for the content of the reading, Is it emotional or serious, or both?"

Zhao Xi: "... Where did you come up with so much nonsense?"

Song Yuanbao replied in a low voice: "People say that being with a king is like being with a tiger. I am timid, and I was afraid of tigers when I was young."

"...Do you still read it?"

"It is definitely necessary to read, but before reading, can your highness ask for it first?"

Zhao Xi squeezed the space between his eyebrows, "Read it like a normal person."

"Oh."

Holding the book in his hands, Song Yuanbao stood on the podium, and read the contents of that page sentence by sentence, with a moderate voice, echoing in the empty Shang study room, filled with the unique vigor of a young man.

Zhao Xi dragged Song Yuanbao's book to him and lowered his eyes.

When Song Yuanbao finished reading, he found that what Zhao Xi read was not the same as what he read.

After taking his seat, Song Yuanbao asked: "Is your Highness listening to what I read earlier?"

Zhao Xi gave a faint "hmm" in his nasal cavity, "The eighth sentence is counted, the third word is mispronounced, the second to last sentence is missed, and the fifth word is missed."

Song Yuanbao: "..."

He did it on purpose, just to test whether Zhao Xi was really listening.

Then, he was very sure that when the first prince turned the pages of the book just now, what he read was not the pages he read, but the first prince still remembered which sentence he mispronounced or missed.

If it wasn't for the double-tasking ability and the ability to never forget, it was because this person didn't read seriously when he turned the pages of the book earlier.

But Song Yuanbao felt that it was probably the former.

Before coming, Song Wei had told him that although this His Highness is the candidate for the crown prince that everyone is looking forward to, he will never be arrogant. He is strict with himself, which is far beyond the range that ordinary people can bear.

At that time, Song Yuanbao didn't think about it deeply, and couldn't imagine it, because there was no such person around him.

Song Yuanbao himself is a young genius who knows how to apply what he has learned. He doesn't like to be too rigid when it comes to reading, and he doesn't like others to make strict demands on him. At the same time, he doesn't like to put pressure on himself.

Because of this, his temper is a little impetuous.

But Zhao Xi, the young prince who was the same age as him, had completely opposite temperament.

Zhao Xi is used to being harshly demanded by others, and he is also used to being cruel to himself.

Putting it on others may be a three-point enthusiasm, but he has been ruthless for seven years.

After only getting along for one day, it is not hard for Song Yuanbao to imagine how boring his life has been in the past seven years.

Every day, I regularly go to the Shangshufang-the racecourse-the school yard to run in circles.

Not enough sleep, not too much entertainment, what ordinary children should have in childhood, he basically didn't have.

From the moment he stepped into Shangshufang, his life can only be summed up in two words in the past seven years: busy.

As long as he is awake, he must be busy.

Without the childhood fun of ordinary children, what he has more than others is almost strict self-discipline and perseverance.

Whether it's the riding and archery skills of piercing Yang with a hundred steps, or the superb ability of never forgetting one's eyes and ten lines, without his unremitting efforts in the past seven years, it would be impossible to reach such a state.

……

After reading in the morning, the little father-in-law brought breakfast, which was in the side hall next door.

Zhao Xi and Song Yuanbao used it together.

Compared with the hearty lunch and dinner, the breakfast is much lighter, but because it comes from the imperial dining room, the taste is naturally wonderful, even if it is just a bowl of porridge, it will be different from the outside.

Zhao Xi didn't eat much, he only drank a bowl of porridge, and didn't eat anything else. He cleaned his hands in the copper basin handed by his little father-in-law, and dried them carefully with a silk towel.

While the young prince is busy, he also has a slight obsession with cleanliness.

After breakfast, there is still about a cup of tea left before class, so the two of them can take a short break.

Song Yuanbao took the opportunity to ask Zhao Xi, "Your Highness is so busy every day, don't you feel tired?"

Zhao Xi raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, "You're not me, so naturally you don't understand."

Song Yuanbao rubbed his nose, their family didn't have a throne to inherit, how could they know?

……

After class at noon, I went to Shanglinyuan Racecourse after eating.

Zhao Xi asked Su Yaoqi like he asked Su Yaoqi that day if he knew how to ride a horse and if he knew how to shoot an arrow.

Song Yuanbao shook his head and said neither.

Zhao Xi also used that trick to send him off, asking him to run errands to pick up prey.

Song Yuanbao refused, saying that he was here to practice with, not to run errands.

Zhao Xi had already rolled over and sat on the horse. Hearing this, he held the reins tightly in his hand, "How can you practice with me if you don't know how to ride a horse?"

Song Yuanbao looked up at him, "I won't, but Your Highness will!"

……

A quarter of an hour later, Song Yuanbao sat behind Zhao Xi, acting as a human quiver, carrying arrows all over his body.

(End of this chapter)