The Queen Mother's move was clearly intended to increase her status.

Feeling a little warm in her heart, Linlang looked at the child who had calmed down in her arms. Snowflakes were flying in the corridor, like roses rolling up all over the ground.

She said softly, "Since the princess was born in December, why not call her Tu Yue."

After returning from Yubang Palace, I saw a small group sitting on a small stool from afar.

The child held his chin in one hand, his apple-like cheeks and melons burned red by the stove in front of him, and the fluffy hood he was wearing swayed, making the kittens underneath eager to try.

"Qinlu, when will Linlang come back?"

He asked about it once every minute on average. Qin Lu originally said little, but when she met such a young mistress, she had to patiently answer, "Soon."

"You have said this ten times."

Murong Chenyang deliberately shook his head twice more, and he saw the right moment and caught Yuanyang's eyes quickly and hard.

"It likes me and wants to be held by me."

Qinlu:.

When she saw Linlang, she felt like she was seeing a savior. She expressed her purpose clearly and concisely, "My Majesty wants the Second Prince to learn from you in the future."

Although this happened in the simulation, Linlang still expressed surprise: "Me?"

The third prince was about to enter the study after his birthday. The Shen family used to be a tutor. What kind of teacher could he not find? Why did he choose a female official like her?

"The Empress said that although the third prince is smart, if his intelligence is used in the right way, the smarter the better, and his literary reputation will be more beautiful. If his intelligence is used in the wrong way, the smarter he is, the more absurd he will be. Literature and fame will help him. So I hope you will

Can teach the third prince how to behave."

Qin Lu took a look at Murong Chenyang, who was smiling but actually holding the little mandarin duck down, and she was secretly worried.

I don't know why she was taught by Linlang, but she feels terrible no matter how she thinks about it.

"OK."

Linlang is born without any self-awareness.

She can't teach others, so isn't this enough?

With the addition of Chen Yang, her cram school was officially opened.

In addition to the third prince, the third princess, and the newly born fourth princess, in fact she is already half a teacher of these distinguished princes and princesses.

It’s just that—it still lacks a name.

In the morning, I had to get up before dawn to deal with the affairs of the Shangshi Bureau. In the afternoon, I had to teach these seedlings of the Murong royal family. In the evening, I had to go to Danzhu to report the torture, and asked her to help deliver a letter.

But even so, Linlang still spared a few nights and stayed up late at night due to winter sleepiness. She used the method found out in the simulation to change the number of arrows in the crossbow from six to eight.

Despite her previous experience, her hands were still pricked several times by sawdust.

"It would be great if I could have a brass head and an iron arm sometime."

Pulling out another wooden thorn from her finger, Linlang sighed softly.

555 seemed to pause after hearing her complaint, and then responded.

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"You mean the rewards in the carousel are all fixed?" Linlang caught the key word.

The system clearly didn't want to talk to her anymore.

Somehow, Linlang suddenly remembered the skills he had acquired.

At first she didn't understand some things, so she didn't think much about it.

But now that she has used medical skills for so many years, sometimes the more she thinks about it, the more wrong she becomes. Qiu Bai is considered a rare talent by Imperial Physician Ye, and it took several years to learn it.

No matter how powerful she is, she can achieve success in just a few months?

Moreover, her ideas and techniques in medical skills are too similar to Qiubai's. It was obvious that she stole someone else's skills in the simulation, but it was as if he taught her step by step.

"I always feel like you've hidden something huge from me." Linlang rubbed her sore temples.

With Murong Linshen's personal permission, she no longer had to hide it and could just let go and do things. She was originally eager to try the third improvement to see if she could make the crossbow fire ten arrows at once.

As a result, only halfway through the sketch, Deputy Tang Shang walked in carrying a pot of pig intestines.

"Linlang, my father heard that a group of East China merchants came outside the palace recently to sell rare gadgets, so he excused himself from the Queen Mother and said he wanted to go out and have a look. He asked me to ask you if there is anything you need to bring with you?"

This room used to be the rest room for them. Now that Linlang is Shang Zheng, she still maintains her habit of huddled here.

As the daughter of the workshop leader, Deputy Tang Shang was actually familiar with drawings, although she never said it.

But she had never understood the drawings drawn by Linlang, let alone the strange characters on them that she had never seen before.

"Let Master Tang help me buy more knives."

Linlang flicked her wrist, lowered her eyes and rolled up the drawing.

"knife?"

Deputy Tang Shang glanced at her with some confusion, "You need this thing? You can't just bring this thing into the palace, right?"

You must know that purchases such as knives are strictly registered and controlled.

"Who said I was going to bring them into the palace?" Linlang raised her eyebrows, her expression inexplicably cold and frightening, "I will use these knives outside."

Deputy Tang Shang was silent for a long time, and rarely asked hesitantly.

"My father shouldn't have offended you, right?"

The cold snowy weather still does not reduce the prosperity of Beijing.

There are many hot pot restaurants on both sides of the street, and there is a small snack shop in between, and there are long queues.

Aunt Yao got up early in the morning and wiped the tables and chairs, reluctant to wake her daughter-in-law who had not yet gotten up.

"Have two portions of hairy tofu and add more spicy pepper. My daughter likes yours the most."

The person standing in line was an old man with gray hair and dirty clothes, but his hand was an extremely generous ingot of silver.

"Okay." Aunt Yao's eyes and brows were filled with hope and happiness for better days, and the tofu on the iron pot was sizzling and exuding the aroma of oil.

She noticed the old man's rough hands and asked casually, "Old man, are you a craftsman? Your accent sounds like someone from the capital."

"you do not say."

The other party puffed up his chest proudly, "I've been staying in this imperial city for decades!"

"That's good."

Aunt Yao handed him the hot tofu, her face was polite, but her heart was strange.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

When Ji Jingyan came out, he saw his mother-in-law who seemed to be in a daze.

"Yan'er, why are you up? It's so cold and you can't sleep for a while?" Aunt Yao was filled with love for her daughter-in-law marrying into her family, for fear that she would be wronged.

Ji Jingyan shook his head, "It's okay, Mom, what are you looking at?"

"An old man just said that he has been a craftsman in the capital for decades." Aunt Yao whispered, "I have been in the capital for many years, and I have never heard of such a master craftsman. Yan'er, do you recognize her?

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Chapter completed!