The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

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This is a small clear space where he practiced basic skills in temples since he was a child, and started practicing martial arts not long ago.

The strength of his kick is incredible!

Concubine Han only felt that the back of her foot was hit by a small weight, and she let out a painful cry from her throat: "Ouch——"

Immediately, her center of gravity became unsteady and she fell backwards, and fell awkwardly on the muddy path.

The mud splashed, Xiao Jingkong pulled the little princess and jumped aside!

In the end, the mud only splashed Concubine Han's face.

Han Guifei was stunned.

She was so old, she didn't expect to fall like this, and it was still in front of all the servants.

She became angry with embarrassment, and there was a heart-rending pain in the back of her right foot and ankle. Her well-maintained face was wrinkled, and she could no longer maintain her previous noble and calm.

The palace people on the side were terrified.

Xu Gao hurriedly stepped forward: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Are you okay!"

The two little bean dings stared blankly at her, not understanding what happened.

Although the touch of stones is different from that of feet, how can children be so sensitive in this regard?

The small headroom is completely out of the situation: "Well, why did this old lady fall down?"

Concubine Han Guifei was about to be helped up, when the old grandma exploded with anger, and fell down again.

she! Granny? !

Little boy, do you have any sharp eyesight!

Concubine Han Guifei was a first-class beauty when she was young. Even when she was old, she paid special attention to maintenance on weekdays. She looked less than fifty, and she was an elegant beauty.

Xiao Jingkong tilted his head and looked at Concubine Han Gui. He still doesn't understand how adults care about addressing him. After all, his master is twenty-seven or eight years old, and he already calls himself an old man.

In addition, my aunt has no appearance and age anxiety at home,

Even dissatisfied with her current seniority, she wished that people could call her an old ancestor.

So Xiao Jingkong's old grandma is definitely very humble.

Concubine Han's mouth was almost crooked.

When the atmosphere at the scene was extremely dignified, the monarch came here with Zhang Dequan.

He came to find the little princess.

The little girl didn't make a fuss about going to the National Teacher Hall today, he was quite surprised at first, did the little girl change her temper or was she tired of playing with her little friend, and then he heard that she brought her little friend back to the palace.

This little girl has also learned how to take people home.

But he couldn't say anything.

Because under Zhang Dequan's reminder, he remembered that he had indeed told the little girl that if he had a friend in the future, he could bring her back to the palace to play and so on.

The monarch came to the scene and saw the chaos here. Concubine Han Guifei looked like a disaster, and the two little bean dings seemed to be terribly frightened by her.

"What happened?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty!" Concubine Han and her party hurriedly bowed to the monarch.

Concubine Han didn't care about her grooming, she said to the monarch, "Your Majesty, it's nothing serious, it's that child just now..."

Accidentally stepped on the concubine's foot.

Before she finished speaking, the little princess rushed over and hugged the monarch's thigh, turned her head to look at Concubine Han, and said, "The imperial concubine has fallen, and she is in pain. I am so scared!"

"What are you afraid of?" The monarch didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Why do you still run out every day when you are so timid?"

Xiao Jingkong came over and greeted politely: "Hello, Uncle Xiaoxue."

He already knew the identity of the little princess, and also knew that her uncle was the Lord of Dayan.

But his family did not instill in him the concept of imperial power and common people's dignity, neither did Emperor Zhaoguo and Qin Chuyu.

We are simply making friends.

The monarch's eyes fell on the little guy's immature face. It was normal for him to be calm when he didn't know his identity before, but now that he knows that he is the Lord of Dayan, he can still be so fearless and calm.

Is this little guy stupid and doesn't understand what imperial power is, or is he naturally fearless when he understands it?

The monarch suddenly thought of Xuanyuan's family, and thought of what Xuanyuan Li had said.

He asked Xuanyuan Li, what is your pursuit in this life.

He originally thought that Xuanyuan Li would answer, be loyal to Dayan, assist His Majesty, or revitalize the Xuanyuan family, making the Xuanyuan family the number one family of Dayan in his hands.

Unexpectedly, he didn't guess a single one.

Standing under the bright sky, Xuanyuan Li said with a solemn expression: "Build a heart for the world, build a life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and create peace for all generations!"

What a good one to establish a heart for the world, establish a life for the living and the people, inherit the unique knowledge for the past life, and create peace for the eternal world!

In half his life, he had never heard such deafening words.

At that moment, he felt that as the king of a country, his mind was narrow.

"Uncle, Uncle! Why don't you speak? Jing Kong greeted you!" The little princess hung on his lap, and grabbed the jade tassel around his waist.

Only the little princess is so courageous.

Mingjun Wang also grabbed it like this when he was a child, but the result was miserable, and the monarch's face darkened at that time.

The monarch came back to his senses, and gently took the little princess's hand away: "Don't grab this."

"Okay." The little princess obediently withdrew her little hand.

The monarch no longer thought about the past, and under the eager gaze of his little niece, he greeted Qing Kong with dignity, and asked, "Why are you here to tread water?"

"It's fun!" said the little princess.

A daughter's home should look like a daughter's home... The king just wanted to say this when he thought that Shangguanyan was skinnier than the little princess when she was a child.

The palace did not allow her to dance, so she ran to Xuanyuan's house to dance.

Thinking of Shangguan Yan, the monarch's expression became more complicated.

Now that the monarch is here, it is impossible to continue the game of stepping on puddles.

"Your concubine, go back to the palace." The monarch said to Concubine Han.

Concubine Han smiled softly, and said: "It's raining, Your Majesty, why don't you bring the little princess and her classmates to sit in the concubine's palace, and let the concubine prepare dinner, with the crispy meat that the princess likes to eat."

The monarch looked at the little princess, who shook his head: "I don't want to go to the imperial concubine."

The monarch brought the two little beans back to his bedroom.

Seeing that Concubine Han hadn't cared about her at all, she was so angry that her feet hurt even more!

Xiao Jingkong spent a pleasant evening in the palace. He stepped on puddles in the palace and ate imperial meals—although he could only eat vegetarian dishes, the taste was very good.

It was getting late, and the monarch called Zhang Dequan over: "You go to the Duwei's mansion and let Wang Xu send Jing Kong back to the National Teacher Hall."

The eldest grandson of the emperor loved the child very much, and kept him as a companion in the National Teacher Hall.

For a grandson who is about to die, the monarch's tolerance is extremely high.

As long as he doesn't kill people and set fires, the king can do whatever he wants.

Wang Xu has a friendship with the eldest grandson of the emperor, and asking him to send Jingkong back is also a disguised way for the eldest grandson to see his former friends more in the last days of his life.

However, Wang Xu was not around, so he went out to do some errands.

"Then you will send it off yourself," the monarch said.

"Yes." Zhang Dequan took two masters and sent Xiao Qingkong back to the National Teacher Hall.

Xiao Jingkong hugged the book bag and said, "Okay, I can go in by myself. Goodbye, Eunuch Zhang!"

Zhang Dequan said: "I'll take you in."

Xiao Jingkong waved his hand: "No need! I know the way!"

He has walked many times from the gate to the Qilin Hall!

There is no rain at the moment.

Xiao Jingkong jumped out of the carriage with his book bag in his arms, and ran towards the Qilin Hall.

"Slow down—"

Zhang Dequan tried to catch up but failed.

How did the little guy slip so fast?

Xiao Jingkong wanted to be Jiaojiao, of course he ran fast, he ran forward like a tiger, and didn't notice a person coming in front of him.

But at the moment when he was about to hit him, he suddenly became alert, and with his small body holding the book bag, he dodged to the side and passed the man.

However, his wrestling attributes suddenly broke out, and he groaned and fell forward.

The man turned around suddenly, grabbed it with his slender jade hand, and lifted the small clear space up.

The book bag in Xiao Jingkong's arms fell down with a clatter.

He has quick eyes and quick hands, hooking and scratching with his little toes.

He grabbed back the book bag that almost fell into the puddle.

"Well."

The man let out an exclamation.

Obviously, he didn't expect the little thing to react so quickly.

"What's your name?"

he asks.

The small clear space was still carried by him, like a small silkworm chrysalis hanging on a tree.

Xiao Jingkong turned his head to look at him, and said, "My name is Qingkong, who are you?"

He said: "My name is Feng Wuming, and my name is Qingfeng."

"What does the Dao name mean?" Xiao Jingkong only knew the name of the Dharma, but this little brother looks good.

Qingfeng said, "It's also a kind of name."

Xiao Jingkong said: "Oh, why do you have so many names?"

Because one of them is a Taoist name.

Daoist Qingfeng has no experience with children, so he couldn't explain clearly. He simply changed the topic: "Who did you learn your skills from?"

Xiao Jingkong asked: "Are you talking about the skill just now? I created it myself."

Do you still have to learn from others when you wrestle?

It seems that there is no master.

In fact, Daoist Qingfeng met Xiao Qingkong once.

It's just that Daoist Qingfeng was busy dealing with Chen at that time, so he didn't pay attention to this little guy, and Xiao Jingkong only focused on looking at Master, and didn't see Daoist Qingfeng who was moving so fast that only afterimages remained.

Daoist Qingfeng only felt that the little guy's voice was a little familiar.

But I didn't remember it for a while.

Daoist Qingfeng said: "I just saved you, how are you going to repay me?"

Xiao Jingkong thought for a while: "Don't thank you for your kindness?"

Master Qingfeng: "..."

Daoist Qingfeng pointed to his wrist: "But you scratched my clothes."

Xiao Jingkong looked down, only to realize that when he was grabbing the book bag, he accidentally grabbed his sleeve and it had been torn.

He said in a daze, "Then... shall I pay you?"

Jiaojiao said that she wants to be a little man who has the courage to take responsibility.

Daoist Qingfeng said without changing his expression: "The clothes are very expensive, you can't afford to pay them back, unless you pay me yourself."

He wants to take this kid as his apprentice.

Xiao Jingkong let out a cry, hugged the book bag, and frowned in embarrassment: "But, but I'm already delicate... Otherwise, I'll pay you my master."

On a roof somewhere in Shengdu, a certain monk who was drinking with his head up sneezed hard——

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"Set up a heart for the world, establish a life for the people, inherit the knowledge for the sages, and create peace for all generations!"——Zhang Zai, a master of the Northern Song Dynasty.