Dad, Did You Study Today?

He dug ten pits to escape.

The camouflage on top was so realistic that if he hadn't seen him digging there, Zhou Qing couldn't imagine that there was a big pit under the camouflage.

It looked like a flat ground.

Even Li Er, who was born in the shadows, almost fell into the pit.

Zhou Qing asked him why he dug this thing, and he said that Pingzi would recover from his emotions in a few days, so he had to give him a big gift to calm his mood.

Zhou Qing rolled around in her heart for Zhou Ping at that time.

But because this man was her father, she didn't dare to say it out loud.

As a result, after dinner, Li Er suddenly asked Zhou Huaishan if he had finished the after-class exercises, and Zhou Huaishan was stunned on the spot.

Zhou Qing almost exploded on the spot.

From the time he found out that he hadn't done his homework until now, Zhou Huaishan had been rolling on the bed for half an hour.

"If you don't get up, it's already daybreak. Are you going to stay up all night to write?" Zhou Qing said unhappily, "If you had half the attention you paid to studying, you wouldn't have ended up like this."

Zhou Huaishan hunched over with a miserable look on his face, "Girl, it's not that I don't want to get up, nor am I lazy. I seem to be sick, really, I seem to be really sick."

Zhou Qing looked at Zhou Huaishan suspiciously.

Zhou Huaishan lay there miserably.

"Girl, I'm really a little dizzy and a little out of breath. Otherwise, please get me a doctor.

I'm not pretending to be sick, I'm really sick."

Shen Li came back from outside while talking.

When he heard this, he immediately asked someone to go to the Imperial Hospital to ask for someone.

It happened that the director of the Imperial Hospital had just come out of the residence of the Dali Temple Minister. Before entering the palace, he met Shen Li's people and was brought here.

Inside the house.

Zhou Huaishan lay on the bed pitifully. The director of the Imperial Hospital came in and nodded to Shen Li, then turned around and rushed to the bed.

He rolled his eyelids, felt his pulse, and looked at his tongue.

The director of the Imperial Hospital sighed softly.

Zhou Huaishan's eyes widened, and he grabbed the director of the Imperial Hospital's arm, "Do I have a terminal illness?"

Zhou Qing's heart tightened, and he also went over.

The director of the Imperial Hospital patted the back of Zhou Huaishan's hand, and his eyes swept over the unfinished homework piled on the table.

"My eldest grandson had the same symptom yesterday, but he didn't finish the after-class exercises. It would be fine if he finished them."

Zhou Huaishan.

Blinked and stared at the director of the Imperial Hospital.

I suspect you are implying something to me.

The director of the Imperial Hospital smiled and said, "I'll prescribe you two doses of calming medicine, take them, and wait until you finish your homework at the Imperial College, get a good night's sleep, and you'll be fine tomorrow."

Zhou Huaishan slowly looked at the thick pile of homework on the table.

Damn it!

Is this the amount of writing I can do tonight and still have a good night's sleep!

I doubt I can finish writing until tomorrow morning!

Zhou Huaishan was about to cry, holding the arm of the director of the Imperial Hospital tightly, "Well, take a closer look, am I really not suffering from a terminal illness?"

The expectant look in his eyes made the director of the Imperial Hospital feel sorry for him.

"Don't worry, you are as strong as an ox, you won't get sick, at least, within the past year, if there is no accident, you are unlikely to get sick."

Zhou Huaishan almost blurted out a sentence of "fuck you".

Is this human language?

Doesn't this block his one-year pretending to be sick?

After checking Zhou Huaishan's pulse, Shen Li casually said: "Whether to go to the palace or go back to the mansion, I will have someone take you there."

The director of the Imperial Hospital packed up his small medicine box and said: "Go to the palace, I have to report to His Majesty about the situation of the wife of the Dali Temple Minister's mansion."

Zhou Qing looked over when he heard it.

Shen Li glanced at Zhou Qing and said, "How is it?"

The director of the Imperial Hospital pulled the corner of his mouth, "There is no disease, maybe there is something difficult to do recently, so I just lied."

After saying that, he glanced at Zhou Huaishan.

Zhou Huaishan almost jumped up from the bed.

Why are you looking at me!

Director of the Imperial Hospital.

I'm holding a cotton towel.

Zhou Huaishan.

Bullshit!

You're holding a cotton towel, why are you looking at me!

Director of the Imperial Hospital.

He looked at Zhou Huaishan in astonishment, turned his head and left decisively.

If he stayed any longer, he was afraid that Zhou Huaishan would jump up and threaten him, asking him to diagnose a disease for him.

That's what his eldest grandson did.

In order not to study, he forced him to diagnose a disease and asked for three days of leave.

Zhou Huaishan was ordered to study, and he could diagnose a fake disease for his grandson but didn't have the courage to prescribe it for Zhou Huaishan.

Shen Li personally sent the director away.

As soon as they left, Zhou Qing looked at Zhou Huaishan dimly.

Zhou Huaishan sat on the bed with a quilt in his arms.

"My daughter, you look at me like this, which makes me feel insecure. I feel like I am a little bit like a sheep in the tiger's mouth."

Zhou Qing slapped the table, "Come down and write!"

Zhou Huaishan pouted and reluctantly left his bed.

"My daughter, I'm a little thirsty."

Zhou Qing stared at Zhou Huaishan.

Zhou Huaishan licked his lips and sat down at the table, "It's okay not to drink water, then you ask the kitchen to prepare some midnight snacks for me, after all, I don't know when I will finish writing."

He looked very aggrieved when he spoke.

Zhou Qing said, "Okay, you write, I'll ask the kitchen to do it."

"I want to eat crab meat steamed meat, crystal shrimp dumplings, pigeon soup, sesame balls, and eat."

Zhou Qing felt that if she continued to listen, she would die on the spot.

"Write, ancestor, stop nagging, go to bed early after writing, ah!"

Zhou Huaishan stopped talking, rolled his eyes in grievance, dug in the pile of homework for a while, and started writing.

Zhou Qing wanted to leave, but after thinking about Zhou Huaishan's study status and taking a look at the homework on the table, she finally stayed.

She was afraid that Zhou Huaishan would turn around and fall asleep as soon as she left.

To be honest, Zhou Qing didn't know how to do the homework of the Imperial College.

She was not like the heroine in the novel, who could instantly open up the Ren and Du meridians after traveling back in time, and could write poems and fu.

She didn't get this golden finger. (Probably not the author's biological child)

She also couldn't write eight-part essays, and she didn't even understand the format of eight-part essays.

But!

Not knowing doesn't mean she can't read.

The first homework Zhou Huaishan wrote was a short essay with a proposition.

Taking the canal transport as the topic, he started to discuss it.

Of course, in the format of eight-part essays.

The most common topic of canal transport is the analysis of the pros and cons of canal transport.

Our Shan Da Ye wrote a long essay about traveling, and the key point was how delicious it was to eat freshly caught fish on the boat.

Zhou Qing took the essay and almost vomited three liters of blood to pay tribute to heaven and earth.

"Are you writing about the canal transport?"

Zhou Huaishan glanced at it and said confidently: "Of course it is! If this is not the canal transport, what is it! Don't you see that I wrote about water and boats? If this is not the canal transport, are you telling me that this is the post road?"

Zhou Qing

OK!

Her father used the same posture as he did to Zheng Yushi during the day to confront her.

Zhou Qing slapped the table and said, "Nonsense, what you wrote is clearly your experience of going out for fun."

Zhou Huaishan stiffened his neck, "Is it not possible? Who stipulated that you can't write about the experience of going out for fun when writing about the canal? Can't people have fun on the canal? Can't people have a meal when they are having fun?

You can't ask every student to be cast in the same mold.

We must stay different from others!

I'm not you, why do you ask me to have the same idea as you.

If that's the case, do I have to fall in love with Shen Li and marry him?

I can't do such a thing!"