This frightened the palace maid!
"Young Master, Little Young Master, it's dangerous up there…!”
"Little Lord, come down quickly. What if you fall?”
"Young Master, His Majesty has found a teacher for you. He will be here soon.”
The palace maids immediately put down what they were doing and ran to the jujube tree, trying their best to persuade him.
However, Ying Pingan didn't have any intention of going down. Instead, he climbed up a little and sat on the tree branch!
"Humph! Those old men only know how to talk nonsense all day long. I don't want them to teach me!”
Ying Pingan snorted, pouted, and rolled his eyes.
Before he transmigrated, although he was only from a third-rate university,
"Young Master, come down quickly. This gentleman is not ordinary. Not only is he knowledgeable, but he is also very strict.”
The maid under the jujube tree stomped her feet anxiously and hurriedly tried to persuade him. Not only was it dangerous for the Little Lord to climb up the tree, but it would also delay the time.
If Mister were to arrive later and see the Little Lord like this, he would definitely beat him up with a ferule!
"Oh? You even know how to hit people?"
This piqued Ying Pingan's interest.
Ding! [System Quest: Chase away the teacher. Reward: Support cultivation technique, Wind Invisibility!]
What the hell?
Wind Invisibility?
The one that was as fast as lightning?
That's right!
Hearing the system's affirmative reply, Ying Pingan excitedly danced around.
The palace maids below thought that Ying Pingan was about to fall down after hearing that their teacher would hit someone. They were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They opened their arms and prepared to catch him! However, what the palace maids were worried about did not happen.
Ying Pingan's little arms swayed for a while before he started to stuff snacks into his mouth again, looking very happy.
Had the Little Lord gone silly?
Why wasn't the young master afraid that the teacher would hit someone with a ferule? Instead, he was smiling?
"Little Lord, why did you run up the tree?”
After Jiu Lin returned with the blueprints, he found that all the palace maids were surrounding the jujube tree. After taking a closer look, he realized that Ying Pingan was sitting on top of the jujube tree, and he was immediately stunned.
This jujube tree had been around for a hundred years, and its branches were luxuriant. How did the Little Lord get up there?
"Young Master, please come down!"
"Deal! You guys take it!"
This time, Ying Pingan readily agreed. He shook his legs vigorously, as if he was about to jump down.
"Young Master, be careful!"
The servants under the tree tensed up and quickly reached out to take it without even blinking.
What a joke!
If the Little Lord fell, their heads would all be removed!
However…
They only received two Shu Brocade Shoes, and the Little Lord was still sitting steadily on the tree and giggling.
"Cough cough…!"
"Greetings, Young Master!"
At this moment, a white-haired old man walked into the courtyard.
First, he coughed twice to remind her, then he bowed to the baby on the tree with a serious expression!
"Greetings, Mister!"
"Are you going to teach me in the future?"
Ying Pingan sat on a tree branch and cupped her chubby little hands in return. She then pretended to be harmless and asked.
"That's right, this old minister Zhang Yuan is here to teach young master under the king's orders!”
"Yesterday, this old official saw Young Master in the court. Young Master has the talent to write poetry, so you can't waste it!”
"Young Master, please come down first!"
Zhang Yuan said sternly.
"Good!"
Ying Pingan didn't say anything and immediately stood up on the tree branch.
His body suddenly leaned forward, scaring the servants into reaching out to catch it. Ying Pingan, on the other hand, gave a faint smile. He hooked his chubby little feet onto the tree branch and used inertia to jump onto a lower branch. After a few times, he landed steadily on the ground.
The set of movements was as smooth as flowing water, as agile and vigorous as a civet cat. Even the stubborn old man, Chang Yuan, was stunned.
He couldn't help but mutter in his heart. Was this child really a five-year-old baby?
His poetry was superb, and even his movements were so vigorous?
"Phew…"
As Ying Pingan landed on the ground, the hearts of the palace maids and servants also fell to the ground.
His head was saved today!
"Young Master has already entered the palace, and your body is delicate and noble. Your words and actions represent Great Qin, so you shouldn't do things like climbing trees in the future!”
Zhang Yuan clasped his hands behind his back and began to teach like a teacher.
"Then…what if I don't listen?"
Ying Pingan raised his head, his delicate face full of provocation.
"No…no?"
Zhang Yuan was stunned.
In the past, after he said these words, the young masters would obediently cup their hands.
Even if there were a few troublemakers who were not convinced, they did not dare to say anything!
This kid was good, he directly retorted back!
"This old minister has been ordered to teach Young Master. If you don't listen, this old minister can only give you a light punishment!”
"Punishment? How?"
"Of course, it's to beat the ferule!"
Zhang Yuan said as he pulled out a wooden plank from his sleeve. Ordinary young masters were not afraid of this thing!
"Sir, what material is this ferule made of?”
Ying Pingan didn't show a trace of fear in his eyes. Instead, he took the ferule and curiously observed it.
"Naturally, it's made of bamboo!"
Zhang Yuan had his hands behind his back, looking proud.
"Bamboo board? What use was that? Look at mine!"
After he finished speaking, Ying Pingan threw the ferule aside and ran to the stone table in the courtyard to rummage through his small cloth bag. Her chubby little hands rummaged through the cloth bag for a long time before she took out a piece of steel that was about one meter long and thirty centimeters thick.
"Sir, that small bamboo piece of yours is useless. Isn't it just like scratching an itch when it hits your body?”
"Use mine. Mine is made of refined iron. It can only serve as a warning when it hits people!”
"Here…!"
Ying Pingan blinked his big watery eyes, his face serious.
"Sir, don't stand on ceremony. Take it quickly. My skin is rough and my flesh is thick. Even if your ferule is broken, it won't do much!”
After he finished speaking, Ying Pingan casually took the refined iron from his arm, put on a very respectful expression, and handed it to the old man.
"This…this…?"
Zhang Yuan was dumbfounded.
He had been teaching for decades, but this was the first time he had encountered such a thing.
Not only was he not afraid of being beaten, but he even took out a large ferule for him to beat?
But…
This ferule was really too big!
He had no choice!
Little Seventeen was already right in front of his eyes, so he could only reach out to take it. He definitely couldn't let this kid look down on him!
"Alright, in the future, Young Master will…Aiyo!”
The old man braced himself and went to take it. He wanted to say something to admonish him, but he did not expect that the old man would stagger as soon as he got the large ferule.
If he hadn't let go of her hand earlier, he would have been dead already.
"Hehe…"
The few palace maids around couldn't help but cover their mouths and snicker.
"Yo! Sir, why aren't you catching it? Is the size not suitable?"
Ying Pingan blinked his eyes and looked at the ferule on the ground, then at the old man. He asked in a serious tone, his face full of innocence and confusion.
"That…Little Lord, this…this ferule probably weighs a hundred pounds, right?”
After embarrassing himself in front of everyone, the old man's face had already turned red. He could only stroke his beard to hide his embarrassment.
"No, I can't! It's only 98 pounds. I weighed it before!”Ying Pingan corrected.
"Ahem…"
The old man was so frightened that he coughed violently.
No wonder he couldn't carry it. It was a small 100 jin!
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