"Go to sleep. If Father is with you, you won't be afraid anymore." Feng Qingcang took off her boots without waiting for her to answer, got on the bed, and then put her small body into his spacious arms.
The distance between the two was as close as that of perfect lovers. His warm breath hit her face. With such a handsome man holding her like this, Xin Moer felt her heartbeat speed up and thought to herself,
It's all because my father is so handsome and beautiful. What can a man do with such a monster look?
Feng Qingcang seemed to be asleep, always maintaining the same posture, holding her in his arms.
"Hot!" Xin Mo'er rolled over in his arms and couldn't fall asleep no matter what. She put her delicate little hands between the two of them and complained dissatisfiedly, "Father, in this June weather, do you want to put me to death?"
Roast it into a pig’s head?”
"Tomorrow, get up on time at 3:00 pm. The teacher will come to the palace at 4:00 pm." Feng Qingcang did not open his eyes, and the rise and fall of his voice could not be heard clearly, but it made people feel more stressed.
A quarter after midnight? Doesn’t that mean you have to get up before six o’clock? Xin Moer remembered the hard days when she was in high school, in order to be admitted to a provincial key university, she had to get up early and stay in the dark every day to study diligently. She really didn’t want to go through the second grade again.
Got it.
I cursed fiercely in my heart, Father, you are not a human being!
She really just wants to be a rice insect!
"You'd better spend your time scolding my father while sleeping. If you can't get up at 3:30 tomorrow, you won't have breakfast."
"..."Father, can you read minds?
Xin Moer stopped moving and slept obediently. The next day, at dawn, he was arrested by his father.
After washing up and drinking a bowl of porridge, he was taken to another room in the palace, where the teacher was already there and sitting on a chair.
The teacher was an old man with a silver beard on his chin, and he looked very knowledgeable.
As soon as the old man saw Feng Qingcang, he immediately stood up from his chair, bowed his hands respectfully and said, "Old Master, I pay my respects to Prince Xu."
Feng Qingcang just nodded, left Xin Moer behind, and went out.
When the old master saw him leaving, he immediately put on a arrogant and arrogant attitude, looked at Xin Mo'er, and said coldly, "I will be your mentor from now on, you can call me old master."
Seeing that he was an elder, Xin Moer didn't care about him. She bent down slightly and said loudly, "Hello, old master."
The old master withdrew his gaze, walked to the desk and sat down. His voice was full of authority, "Today, I am going to tell you the story of Confucius and Confucius. Open the textbook to the first page."
Xin Moer obediently walked to her desk and sat down. She picked up the book and stood up to read it. The book was too big and blocked her little head.
The old master's old voice slowly sounded.
Xin Mo'er only felt that his voice had a hypnotic effect. She stared at the words in the textbook. Those words all became jumping single notes. For a moment, her eyelids became heavier and heavier...