Leaving the Scripture Pavilion Today, the Angry Zheng Xiaomu (ticket)
Early in the morning, the gentle sunlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the Qing imperial capital. It passed through the tiles and trees, casting a faint layer of golden gauze on the ground.
Today was a big day. The Fourth Prince, who had been cultivating under the great scholar of Jixia Learning Palace, was returning home in glory.
There was also the First Prince. He had won another battle and gained the title of the God of Killing in Man Qi. He was awe-inspiring and was returning to the Imperial Capital today.
Oh, and that Ninth Prince was also coming out of the Scripture Depository today.
However, this was not a big deal. It was insignificant.
At this moment, in the Sutra Depository.
Zheng Xiaomu smiled like a flower."
"Royal brother, we are going to leave the Sutra Depository today, so we need to be more awe-inspiring.”
Zheng Yuan leaned against the bookshelf and shook his head helplessly."
"How can this be awe-inspiring? I, your royal brother, advocate books. If you want to say it, you should say that I'm gentle and refined. How can I be associated with prestige?”
Zheng Xiaomu pouted her lips and blinked her big watery eyes."
"Hmph, Imperial Brother is really too much. Fourth Imperial Brother is also a scholar, but isn't he also very impressive?”
As she spoke, Zheng Xiaomu made a face at Zheng Yuan."
"Imperial brother's brain doesn't seem to be very smart!”
Zheng Yuan had a doting smile on his face as he rubbed Zheng Xiaomu's little head."
"You, you still have the nerve to say that. Look at the royal sisters and then look at yourself.”
Zheng Xiaomu blushed."
"Sob, sob!"
Zheng Yuan was helpless.
Zheng Xiaomu puffed up her cheeks and moved behind Zheng Yuan. She nagged as she smoothed Zheng Yuan's clothes,"
"Imperial Brother, once you leave the Scripture Depository, you must be awe-inspiring, but you can't show off too much. Otherwise, the other Imperial Brothers will be afraid and suffer a great loss.”
After a pause, Zheng Xiaomu carefully adjusted Zheng Yuan's collar."
"Also, when you see Imperial Father, you must be more respectful. Imperial Father doesn't like us, so don't anger him.”
Zheng Yuan listened to Zheng Xiaomu's nagging with a gentle expression and could not help but laugh."
"Little Mu, tell me, are you my sister or my mother?”
Zheng Xiaomu was furious. She fiercely pulled her royal brother's ear and stuck out her tongue,"
"I'm teaching Imperial Brother how to handle things!”
She was a little worried. Her royal brother had stayed in the Sutra Depository for ten years. Other than herself, he had barely interacted with anyone else.
He was afraid that when he went to the Zhao-less Dynasty, his royal brother would suffer a great loss.
The Imperial Father was going to appoint a Crown Prince, and the Imperial Palace was at its most dangerous time.
Zheng Yuan listened to Zheng Xiaomu's words. He found it funny, but his heart ached at the same time.
His royal sister was only fourteen years old.
Even if he was a commoner, he should be carefree at this age.
As for Zheng Xiaomu, she had already begun to consider the ways of the world…
Although it wasn't very appropriate.
Thinking about it this way, Zheng Xiaomu, this princess, was really not doing well.
She started cooking at the age of eleven and even asked Zheng Yuan to cook for her.
After a moment of silence, Zheng Yuan grabbed the back of Zheng Xiaomu's neck with one hand and lifted her in front of him. He rubbed Zheng Xiaomu's head hard.
Zheng Xiaomu narrowed her eyes slightly and enjoyed the warmth of her royal brother's palm. Then, she was a little dissatisfied,"
"Royal brother! You messed up my hair! It wasn't easy to take care of your image!"
Zheng Yuan smiled mischievously.
"You little girl, what image do you have?”
Zheng Xiaomu widened her eyes."
"Wuwuwu?"
Zheng Yuan laughed.
A white-robed Confucian prince and a little princess, one laughing out loud and the other fuming with anger, Jing 'er looked surprisingly harmonious.
At the same time, at the Imperial City gates.
A group of black-armored cavalrymen looked awe-inspiring, and their leader was the First Prince, who had a majestic figure and a dignified expression.
On the other side was a group of white-robed scholars. The leader was naturally the Fourth Prince, who was refined and had a hint of arrogance.
The First Prince narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Fourth Brother, have you read this Sage Book into dog shit? What, you don't even understand the most basic sense of seniority? I wonder if I should let my elder brother enter the city first?"
The Fourth Prince's expression was calm, and he still looked refined.
"Eldest Brother's words are a little too vulgar. The older one should naturally give way to the younger one. Eldest Brother should know the story of Kong Rong giving way to the younger one, right?”
Pausing for a moment, the Fourth Prince slapped his head and said with a look of realization,
"That's true. Eldest Brother is illiterate, so he naturally shouldn't know these literary allusions.”
The First Prince's eyes twitched, and with a clang, he pulled out the sword at his waist.
"Little Four, are you provoking me?”
The black-armored cavalry following behind the First Prince drew their swords. The tips of their swords trembled slightly, and a sharp light flickered.
The Fourth Prince's expression stiffened, and then he smiled disdainfully."
"Eldest Brother, don't forget who my master is. It's just a saber and a sword.”
Some of the scholars behind the Fourth Prince burst into laughter.
The First Prince's eyes flashed with killing intent.
The Fourth Prince's expression turned serious as he said disdainfully,"
"I heard that today is also the day that ninth brother will leave the Sutra Depository. I have to go and have a good talk with ninth brother.”
Before the Ninth Prince was imprisoned in the Scripture Depository, or in other words, before Zheng Yuan had transmigrated, the original body and the First Prince had never been on good terms. There was a feud between them.
The First Prince's expression turned cold and his eyebrows trembled. He suddenly grinned.
"Fourth brother, go by yourself. I won't go. I can kill two birds with one stone.”
He had killed both the Ninth Prince and the Fourth Prince. It was killing two birds with one stone.
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