The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

The latest website: Gu Jiao and Jing Erye came back after picking the fruit, Jing Erye lifted the curtain and went in, and retreated in just one step.

"What a powerful murderous aura!"

Holding the fruit, he said solemnly beside Gu Jiao.

"Whose murderous intent?" Gu Jiao asked.

"My elder brother's!" Jing Erye said, "I have known my elder brother for so many years, and this is the first time I feel his murderous intent is so strong!"

Exaggerated.

However, An Guogong dismissed her and Jing Erye just now because he clearly wanted to talk to Xiao Heng alone.

Could it be that An Guo recognized that Xiao Heng was not Shangguan Qing?

Gu Jiao hurried into the carriage.

Xiao Heng turned his head to look at her, intending to complain to Gu Jiao with his eyes.

What's embarrassing is that as soon as he put on a look like your adoptive father bullied me and I was so wronged, Duke An's murderous aura disappeared.

An Guogong's gentle eyes like a spring breeze fell on Xiao Heng's face. If the muscles on his face were not still stiff, he would have started to smile.

Oh, the kind of incomparable kindness.

——The apprentice of the tea art master Lao Jijiu met his opponent for the first time.

"Isn't this good?" Gu Jiao said.

Second Master Jing, who came up with Gu Jiao, had a look of disbelief: "Uh... well, it seems to be pretty good."

An Guogong wrote on the armrest: "We have a good conversation."

Xiao Heng: Really? Why did I feel that you wanted to kill me just now?

An Guogong continued: "He is a nice young man, I like him very much."

Gu Jiao nodded, I like him too, Mr. Guo, you have eyes!

Gu Jiao's affection for An Guogong gradually increased.

Not to be outdone, Xiao Heng also hurriedly said: "Mr. An knows astronomy from above and geography from below. He is a genius. I will learn more from Mr. An in the future. Liulang, when you come to see Mr. An, bring me with you. .

"

Gu Jiao nodded, and went to see An Guogong with Xianggong, happy!

An Guogong was so angry that he couldn't use his eyes.

Second Master Jing who was out of the situation: "What is the name An Guogong? Uncle!"

Xiao Heng looked at An Guogong with a pleasant smile: "Uncle."

An Guogong turned his face away in his heart, hum!

Last night, Gu Jiao promised Xiao Jingkong that she would pick him up from school today, and after sitting in An Guogong's carriage for a while, she left with Xiao Heng.

"Brother, let's go back too." Second Master Jing said.

An Guogong suddenly wrote on the armrest: "I, want, exercise, exercise."

"Huh?" Second Master Jing opened his eyes wide, thinking he had misread, "No way, brother, what's wrong with you? The doctor told you to exercise and exercise so many times, but you just refused. How could you think of changing your mind?" of?"

An Guogong: He wants to stand up and beat that kid!

...

Gu Jiao and Xiao Heng first sent the Black Wind King back to the National Teacher Hall, and then took the carriage to Lingbo Academy.

Xiao Heng said: "Mr. An knows that I am not Shangguan Qing."

"It's okay, he won't say anything." Gu Jiao said. When there are no outsiders, Gu Jiao always speaks with a female voice.

Xiao Heng looked at Gu Jiao suspiciously: "You trust him so much?"

"Yeah." Gu Jiao admitted without hesitation that she just trusted An Guogong very much, and she had this feeling from the first time she saw him, otherwise she wouldn't go into the bed of a stranger.

Xiao Heng opened his mouth and said again: "He also knows that you are a daughter."

Gu Jiao rubbed her chin: "I really know."

Xiao Heng was startled: "You know he knows?"

Gu Jiao thought for a while: "I just guessed this way. When I first came to Shengdu, I accidentally entered the Duke's mansion by mistake. At that time, Duke An was unconscious. I thought he was unconscious. Yes, I used my original voice when speaking. Later, he was assassinated and injured a little. When I treated his injuries, I found that his consciousness seemed to be clear, but he couldn’t open his eyes anyway, so I didn’t bother to pretend to be Juvenile voice."

"Is he treating you so well because you saved him?" Xiao Heng seemed to find a reason for Duke Guo's favoritism towards Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao shook her head: "I don't know, I went to the Duke's Mansion a few times later, and my voice was different. I thought he didn't recognize me, but now it seems that he always knew it was me."

She didn't know how he recognized him.

It's like... as long as you are close to me, I will be happy and know it's you.

The carriage arrived at Lingbo Academy.

The two little Douding just came out of the child prodigy class, and they stood at the door cutely.

Zhang Dequan also came to pick up the little princess back to the palace. His Majesty the Monarch had been thinking about it all day, and was very worried that the little princess would not get used to it when he returned to the academy so soon to attend classes.

His eyes lit up and he walked towards the little princess.

Unexpectedly, the little princess got into the carriage of the National Teacher Hall directly with Xiao Jingkong.

"Hello teacher, hello little nephew, Eunuch Zhang, goodbye!"

Zhang Dequan: "..."

In the small bamboo house in the purple bamboo forest, the national teacher and the monarch sit and drink tea.

The monarch's legs were sore from sitting, so he stood up and walked around the room.

The monarch was originally reviewing the memorials in the imperial study, but he came to the National Teacher Hall on a temporary basis. The little princess didn't know that he was here, and Zhang Dequan didn't say it straight.

None of this matters.

The monarch came to the study of the national teacher.

Jing Yinyin's things in the study have been put away by the national teacher, only some books and painting scrolls.

The monarch will not turn over the scroll of the master of the state.

He just came to Duobaoge and looked at the clay sculpture of three people sitting in the small courtyard.

Between the three is a long short case.

One of them sat on one side, and the other two sat on the other side.

"You still keep it," said the monarch.

The master of the state stopped beside the monarch, looked at the three little clay figurines firmly, and said: "Yes, I have kept them all the time, and I am reluctant to throw them away after so many years."

The monarch said: "You two always sit together, it seems that I am very out of group."

The National Teacher said: "Your Majesty is the king of the country, and I dare not offend you."

The monarch did not continue this topic. He touched the small peach tree on the clay sculpture and said, "The results of this selection have come out. Six people entered the final selection. Guess which six are those?"

Master Guoshi, "Han Ci, Feng Wuming, Mu Qingchen, Xiao Liulang, Jun Xiuhan."

The monarch withdrew his hand: "Well, these five guesses are correct, and there is one left."

Master National Teacher: "Although I don't know who is left, it should be from the Han family."

Monarch: "Did you do divination?"

Master National Teacher: "No, I just analyzed my strength."

The monarch: "Then who do you think can pass the final test?"

National Teacher: "It's hard to say."

The monarch looked at him strangely: "Why?"

The National Normal University said: "Everyone has their own advantages. I don't know the rules of the final round of selection, so I can't make a conclusion."

The monarch came to the window, looked at the endless purple bamboo forest, and said lightly: "Feng Wuming and Jun Xiuhan came from the Canaan Academy. Although Feng Wuming became a monk, he learned these military strategies before he became a monk. Nan Academy attaches great importance to the study of the art of war."

The expression of the Master of the National Teacher has not changed at all: "The Canaan Academy has produced six champions in literary examinations and four champions in martial arts. Canaan Academy has not only cultivated many outstanding generals for the Yan Kingdom, but also sent more talents to the court. There are many pillars of bachelors."

The monarch smiled: "I didn't say it was bad. How did that Xiao Liulang become Anguo Gong's righteous son? I heard that you were the one who made the bridge. What is the meaning of the national teacher's move?"

The National Normal University said: "There is no deep meaning, I just think he is a man who can be made."

"Why the Duke's Mansion?" the monarch asked suspiciously.

The master of the state met the scrutiny of the monarch, and said without hesitation: "He healed the empress and took the credit for rescuing the little princess. Who else would dare to pick up this hot potato."

The monarch looked away and continued to watch the purple bamboo forest: "How is the situation of An Guogong?"

The national teacher said calmly: "It's not very good, I can't speak, I can't move my legs, it's just like this in this life, Your Majesty doesn't need to worry."

The monarch snorted coldly: "Hmph, it's just a Duke An, don't bother me!"

Master Guoshi didn't speak any more.

The room fell silent.

The monarch suddenly smiled heartily, and the lord of the state teacher looked at him strangely, and the monarch said relievedly: "I know how to take the final round of the exam, take a pen!"

...

The little princess spent a pleasant and wonderful night in the Qilin Palace, and she didn't remember going back to the palace at all.

When the monarch passed by the Qilin Hall, he saw Zhang Dequan standing outside, and he frowned: "Why are you here, didn't you ask you to pick up the little princess?"

Zhang Dequan pointed at the entrance of the Qilin Hall embarrassingly.

The two little bean dings were squatting on the ground and piled sand ecstasy.

monarch:"……"

The monarch grabbed the little princess into the carriage: "I didn't tell you to stay in the palace obediently, why are you running around again?"

The little princess pointed at each other: "I, I, I'm here to find Uncle Your Majesty."

Then you are looking for it. I won't come to catch you. Believe it or not, you can play with that kid until dawn?

The little princess blinked guiltyly, leaned against the monarch, and boasted against his conscience: "Uncle, you are very handsome today."

Monarch: "Oh!"

The little princess continued to pester him, using her invincible and cute trick: "Uncle, I like you the most."

Monarch: "Hmph!"

Someone who likes Uncle the most is suddenly attracted by a few small bamboo tubes in the monarch's hand: "Huh? What is this?"

The bamboo tubes are all prettier than Uncle.

monarch:"……"

The little guy's eyes were wide open, his mouth was also wide open, and the saliva was about to flow out.

She remembered the bamboo tube rice that she ate tonight. The teacher made it herself, with candied dates and red beans in it. It was fragrant and glutinous, delicious and not greasy.

The monarch watched her saliva flow down three thousand feet, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "It's an exam question, not food."

The little guy decisively distanced himself from the exam questions.

She straightened her small body and said seriously: "I don't want to take the exam!"

The monarch was angry and funny: "It's not for you, it's for your teacher and the others."

Six people, six exam questions, each person's task is different, and they don't know each other, which leads to information differences among them.

They don't even know how they lost.

This is not a simple three-hundred-mile ride, but a strategic game.

The one who reaches the finish line first may not be the final advancer. The key to victory is whoever grasps all the information first.

It's a pity that no one would think of this level.

They will just keep on running, no matter what it takes to get to the finish line.

The monarch felt that he was a genius to come up with such a tricky assessment mechanism.

Teacher's exam questions? The little princess met her little finger, and her eyes rolled for a while.

She said milkyly: "Uncle, I want to fuck!"

The monarch frowned: "Now?" They have all left the Palace of Masters.

"I can't hold it anymore!" She held her breath tightly and said with a flushed face.

"Don't be naughty and lie on purpose just for fun."

The little princess turned into a fried chicken in a second: "I don't have it! I didn't do it for fun! Uncle, you wronged me! I'm so sad!"

The monarch was stunned, and the little guy looked so wronged, which was really unbearable.

The monarch cleared his throat, and said to Zhang Dequan, "Go back to the National Teacher Hall first."

"Ah... yes." Zhang Dequan agreed, and asked the coachman to drive the carriage back to the National Teacher Hall.

The little princess raised her chin and made a request: "I'm going to the Qilin Hall to play Smelly."

The monarch said with a dark face: "You still said you didn't want to play."

The little princess argued hard: "There is a small toilet in the Qilin Temple."

monarch:"……"

You are asking too much.

The monarch parked the carriage outside the Qilin Hall.

"I'm going to pull for a long, long time."

"If you want to play, just say so."

"I do not have."

Monarch: "Zhang Dequan."

The little princess: "I want my uncle to accompany me."

The monarch put a few small bamboo tubes in the dark compartment of the carriage, and led the little princess out of the carriage.

"I forgot something, I'll take it myself!" She climbed into the carriage wheezing, quietly opened the hidden compartment, and hid the small bamboo tube in her book bag.

Monarch: "What did you do with your book bag in the hut?"

Little princess: "I have something to clear."

"You just want to play." The monarch led her into the Qilin Hall, "I still can't see through you?"

The Gong room in Qilin Hall is clean and tidy, not an ordinary toilet.

The little princess came to the door, stretched out a small hand towards the monarch, and made a stop gesture: "Okay, I will go in by myself, uncle is waiting for me here!"

The monarch can't laugh or cry.

The little princess entered Gong's room, locked the door, stepped on a small stool and climbed onto the window sill, calling softly: "Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu."

Xiao Jiu flew over with fluttering wings.

The little princess poured out the six exam questions in a clatter.

"Oh, there are so many, which one belongs to the teacher? I, I can't read, so take all, all, all of them!"