At a young age, he dared to take off his clothes in public. When he grows up, will he dare to molest good women in public?
Master stared at Li Xiao who was not stingy, and suddenly felt that this was really a possibility.
This was still a student of the Imperial College. If word spread, it would make people laugh. He really couldn't afford to embarrass this person.
"Both of you, please go back and copy the book 100 times. No one will be spared."
The old master who still wanted to be partial suddenly became angry when he thought that such a bad thing like Li Xiao might disgrace his mentor's reputation in the future.
Small punishments and big punishments for everyone.
"It's Master, I'll go right away."
Naituanzi lowered his head, looking pitiful.
Seeing his miserable state, the Master still couldn't bear it.
"Tomorrow is the Hundred Flowers Banquet. I will allow you to go home and recuperate before coming back to school the day after tomorrow."
Naituanzi never expected that such a good thing could happen. Although he got a beating, there was nothing wrong with being able to go home and see his mother.
As for the revenge against him, wait until he comes back to take revenge.
The old master had no idea of Nai Tuanzi's psychological activities and urged Li Xiao to go back to his bedroom.
The sky was slightly bright, and many people were already arriving in the streets and alleys of the capital, making preparations everywhere.
The Hundred Flowers Banquet may not be big or small, but it is extremely important.
This is a good time to pray to the God of Flowers for good weather and a bumper harvest, so everyone pays great attention to it.
General Zhongyong's Mansion.
Song Yutong got up a little late. When she came over for breakfast, she saw the milk dumplings on the table and thought she was hallucinating.
Her confused eyes were fixed on Naituanzi, but she was calling Cheng Hanyan.
"Husband, I really miss Mingxuan so much that I'm hallucinating now. I saw him having breakfast with us."
When Song Yutong said this, she stretched out her hand to rub her eyes. After her vision became clear, she realized that the milk dumplings in front of her eyes had not disappeared.
"Mom, that's not your imagination." As soon as Naiduanzi's soft and waxy voice came out, Song Yutong was so surprised that she almost rushed over and hugged Naiduanzi.
"Mom, be careful, I will squeeze my sister."
Naituanzi reached out and touched Song Yutong's belly.
"Aren't you going to take a bath today? Why is your wife willing to let you out?" Song Yutong hugged the milk dumpling and kissed it several times before asking.
Song Yutong didn't dare to know that Naituanzi was bullied in the Imperial College.
But Naituanzi didn't expect that Song Yutong had sharp eyes and saw a purple mark under his wrist.
Song Yutong hurriedly pulled up all the sleeves of Naituanzi, and sure enough, there were green and purple patches on them, covering the entire arm.
It looked like he had been bullied.
"What's going on? Who hit you? Who bullied you?"
Song Yutong looked at the bruises on her head with distress. She didn't expect that there was school violence in ancient times.
Nai Tuanzi was bullied when he was at White Deer Academy, and now he is the same at the Imperial College in the capital. Do you really think that everyone in his family is easy to bully?
"Mom, I'm fine..."
Before Naituanzi finished her words of comfort, Cheng Hanyan on the other end had already served Song Yutong porridge.
"It's Li Xiao, an old man from Yongbo Houfu."
As soon as Cheng Hanyan said these words, Song Yutong and Nai Tuanzi both raised their heads and looked at him. Nai Tuanzi's eyes were clearly filled with shock.
She didn't seem to understand why her father knew so suddenly when she didn't say anything.
"Don't look at me like that. I have learned skills from Liu Jiang in the Liu family for so long, and yet I still can't beat a loser Li Xiao."
Cheng Hanyan's eyes glanced at Naituanzi with a bit of disgust, and he felt resentful as to why I had such a useless son like you.
Naituanzi was aroused by her father's look, and she retorted somewhat unconvinced.
"My uncle's husband only taught me so much. I can't beat three of them by myself. They are all older than me. Even though I was beaten up, I didn't let Li Xiao get any good results."
Suddenly I feel that my father is so annoying, how can I dismantle him?
Even though he is a child, he is still a child who wants to save face. Especially in front of his mother, he cannot look so useless.
Cheng Hanyan snorted coldly after hearing Naituanzi's rebuttal.
"You are not asking for any benefits. You have copied the book 100 times. Have you finished copying it today?"
It's okay if I don't say this, but the milk dumplings almost explode when I mention it.
"Dad, why have you become so bad? Master said that you always scold civil servants in court. I'm afraid you are used to scolding in court, and you won't like it when you come home and see your son studying."
Nai Tuanzi studied at the Imperial College for a period of time and became much more articulate.
He talks in the same way.
Song Yutong was dumbfounded for a moment when she saw the father and son suddenly arguing.
This is great, why are they fighting each other?
However, what Naituanzi said is indeed true. Cheng Hanyan was indeed a little unhappy looking at his son at the moment.
It's rare that he has free time today to accompany his wife and spend their time together.
Unexpectedly, there was an extra light bulb, which made him feel so relieved.
"Whether I like it or not, you will have to copy the books today. Since you are so free and leisurely, why not stay in the house and copy the books today."
"I don't want it, I don't want it, I want to be with my mother today."
Song Yutong looked at her husband and then at Naituanzi.
The husband can be coaxed every day, but the son can only be seen once every half month.
Song Yutong decisively abandoned her husband and chose her son.
"Then come back at night and copy it, and my mother will copy it with you."
Song Yutong felt that her dog-like calligraphy should be the same as the calligraphy of Naituanzi, so there was nothing wrong with helping to copy it.
But he never thought that Naituanzi quickly shook his head.
"No, no, the baby can just copy it by himself. Mother's handwriting is different from mine, and I can recognize it at a glance."
The expression on Naituanzi's face was a bit frightened, and it was strange to call her Song Yutong.
She obviously wants to help her son, but why does Naituanzi look like you're not going to harm me?
"Mingxuan is writing because he thinks your handwriting is ugly."
Cheng Hanyan didn't give any face to him.
If Song Yutong's handwriting with pencils, pens, and charcoal is extremely beautiful, then her calligraphy with calligraphy is another contrast, like an insect crawling.
After listening to Cheng Hanyan's words, Song Yutong seemed to be thinking of her own calligraphy, and her face suddenly turned red.
"Okay, shut up and eat."
Song Yutong stopped kissing the dumplings now, and looked like she didn't want to pay attention to anyone. She picked up her chopsticks and started eating her breakfast.
I was thinking about going to the vegetable market later and buying more crayfish.