Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"No need to be more polite, I think the queen should have said that as long as it is a person who has entered the Hanling Academy, whether it is the prince or the common people, everyone is equal."

If there is a hierarchy in the school, then the children of poor families will not be bullied to death? Although it is impossible to avoid it completely, they try to avoid it as much as possible.

"Yes, please come in, Dean Wang."

It should have responded like that, but Chu Zhong and his two sons did not dare to overstep anything. The three of them all stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation. Some things were deeply ingrained. Ling Jingxuan did not reluctantly, and followed the baby. Yan Shengrui, who was in the car, took the children in together. The office of the gentlemen is not like a modern teacher's office. Several desks are crowded together. The four walls inside are made of bookcases, and the collection is very rich. There are two chairs in front of each desk, and a rectangular table in the middle, which is a bit like a Western-style dining table, but it is longer than that one. It should be used by gentlemen for discussion. .

Ling Jingxuan, Yan Chengrui and the others sat down at one side of the long table. Ling Jingxuan was the dean, so he naturally sat on the main seat, while Zhao Zhong and his son stood on the other side hesitantly, although they were nominally the management of the college. They represent the queen, but in the end, they are just slaves, how can they be on an equal footing with the prince?

"Sit down, do you want me to hold my head up and talk to you?"

Ling Jingxuan was no longer able to complain about their stubborn servility. He just pouted at the seat next to him. Zhao Zhong raised his head to see that the other side had taken the little dumpling out of the stroller and was teasing Prince Sheng. Seeing Prince Fu and Prince Hua, after a moment of hesitation, he pulled out the chair and sat down.

"They are the children who are going to school today. Except for my eldest son Yan Xiaobei and Xiaoyao Uncle's book boy Long Dashan, who are both ten years old this year, the other children are about the same age, but you also know that their level is slightly higher. , Xiaobei and Dashan, please put them into the senior class of the thirteen-year-old age group, and the other children should be divided into the senior class of the eight-year-old age group. In addition, my third son Yan Xiaowu and the nephew of the Fujun King Yan Xiaoqing, And Song Xiaohu, the three of them want to enter the martial arts school district, so the classification should be based on the standards of the literature district."

They were so restrained, Ling Jingxuan was not in the mood to talk to them, and directly pointed to the children to assign them. If they wanted to assign them, I don't know what year and month they would go to. Although Hanling Academy divides classes according to age groups, each The age group is divided into three grades: junior high school and high school, in order to take care of those poor children who are very old and have no money to study and delay children, but if the younger children are rich in knowledge, they can also be included in the high-age classes. It shouldn't be a problem for Yan Xiaobei and the little buns to be two or three years older.

"Yes"

Chu Zhong respectfully responded, glanced at a few well-behaved children, and asked thoughtfully, "I wonder if the princes and princes need to take interest classes?"

"No need for now. If they are interested in the future, they will apply themselves. I don't want to force them to learn something that will only be romantic."

Ling Jingxuan has no interest at all in those piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings. Rather than spending time learning that, it is better to follow him to learn medicine or poison, or even counting, although the little buns have all learned to count.

"Okay, it's almost time for the academy to take classes, and the subordinates will send someone to send them to the corresponding class."

Saying that, Chu Zhong gave his two sons a look, and the two stood up at the same time. The little buns also stood up one after another. The nine little buns were lined up, and they bowed respectfully, Yan Xiaobei said in a condensed voice. : "Father, Daddy, we'll go to school first, you can rest assured to go back, I will take good care of the younger brothers."

"Well, take care of yourself too. You guys, remember to eat together at noon. If you are not used to it, tell Xiaobei, Xiaobei, you have to work harder. If your brothers are in trouble, you can ask Chu to take care of you."

Standing up and telling them a few words, Ling Jingxuan stretched out his hand and patted Yan Xiaobei on the shoulder. He knew that his children would not cause trouble just because of their own identity, unless someone else provokes them first, almost nine children. They are all together, and he is not afraid that someone will bully them.

"It's a sign"

Headed by Yan Xiaobei, several little buns nodded one after another, Sikong Jue pulled Yan Shangqing to help him straighten his clothes, and said worriedly: "Qing'er, it's your first day of school, remember to follow Brother Wen and the others and listen to them. do you know?"

Although Yan Shangqing has long since faded from the timidity and shyness he once had after being trained by the little buns, in Sikongjue's heart, he still feels that the child will be bullied if he leaves his sight. He also wanted to come, and he couldn't let go of anything he said.

"Well, don't worry, father and concubine, Qing'er will definitely listen to brother Wen's words."

Yan Shangqing nodded obediently, and took Ling Wen with his little hand again. As long as brother Wen was there, he would not be afraid.

"Brother Jue, don't worry, I will protect Shang Qing."

Ling Wen also helped to make a guarantee. In fact, in his mind, Shang Qing, like a porcelain doll, needs his protection, although Yan Shangqing himself has always advertised himself as a warrior, because that is what Ling Jingxuan called him, little warrior three. The word has been deeply imprinted in the depths of his heart, and he is also moving little by little towards the goal of the little warrior.

"Well, let's go."

Sikong Jue nodded uncomfortably, thought for a while and then raised his head, "How about I'll pick you up this afternoon?"

Suddenly, everyone present couldn't help but help their foreheads, isn't the child just going to school, as for him to pick him up in person?

"No need for father and wife, Lei

Uncle Qin from Team Ting will send us back, and don't they still come to pick us up? "

Yan Shangqing blushed, father and concubine are all good, but every time they talk about him, it is easy to get confused. When they came, they saw that many children walked to school by themselves. They have Thunder team and father. They are already very happy. If the father and concubine really pick him up every day, he will definitely be laughed to death by Brother Qing and the others.

"They are them, I am me, let's just agree, I'll pick you up in the afternoon."

Completely ignoring the contemptuous gazes around him, Sikong Jue made a decision on his own. Yan Shangqing turned to his father for help. The latter shrugged helplessly. He was still under observation, how could he dare to disobey his daughter-in-law? There was no way, Yan Shangqing could only find his Uncle Ling, Ling Jingxuan sighed helplessly: "I said you are enough, the child grows up, you have to learn to let go, can you still protect him for a lifetime? Let the kids go to class now."

A loving father has many failed sons, thanks to Shang Qing being a good boy, otherwise Sikong Jue would have to support him sooner or later if he was used to this.

"But I was worried that three words stuck in my throat after meeting Ling Jingxuan's eyes, and my feverish head finally calmed down. If I really want to say I'm worried, Ling Jingxuan should not be more worried, he has four sons here. Going to school here, really, every time it is about Shang Qing, he can't control the demonic nature of his father, and he is always easy to worry about this and that.

"Okay, let's go to class."

Knowing that he had already realized that he had surpassed himself, Ling Jingxuan gave the children a look, and Sikong Jue would say Geng Tianbing's words again. The children did not dare to delay, and left hand in hand with Zhao Zhong's two sons.

"I'm sorry!" After watching the children disappear into the office, Sikong Jue lowered his head angrily, Ling Jingxuan smiled and said, "You also love the children, they know it in their hearts."

Everyone's child is in pain. Although Sikong Jue is a little nervous in pain, it is undeniable that he is a good father.

"Can the dean want to visit the college?"

Picking the right opportunity, Chu Zhong asked tentatively, and also changed their topic by the way and gave it to Sikongjue to go down the steps. Yan Xiaohua hugged him at the right time and comforted him silently. A man sitting there King Fujun looked at the loving couple with envy in his eyes, but it was only a momentary thing. Soon he regained his usual calmness. Lao Jiu and the others are special, royal family members, it is very difficult Like them, he is only loyal to one person, including him, and even he doesn't know if he still has a heart.

"No need, our appearance is already sensational enough, there is no need to attract more attention, the children are in the academy, I ask you to take care of them more. When you follow behind them, Thunder Team, they are responsible for protecting the safety of the children. , they will disappear automatically when they are in class, and there is no need to worry that they will affect the children's class."

Having said that, Ling Jingxuan stood up. He was not here to inspect as the dean today, he was just a father to send his sons to school.