Chapter 80 Her favoritism
This is too absolute to say.
Jingmo couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
It seems that when it comes to matters concerning Her Royal Highness, the adults always have a comfortable trust.
That kind of trust, with the blessing of time, even becomes indispensable and cannot be changed.
However, people change.
Jingmo opened his mouth, wanting to say this, but in the end he still didn't say it.
"The subordinate resigned first."
He cupped his hands, turned around and left.
The candlelight in the study flickered a few times, and the figure reflected on the screen was blurred into shadows of different shades by three or two candlelights.
Pei Du's daily routine is very regular.
After taking a look at the hourglass, Pei Du put down the brush in his hand.
He would also copy scriptures in his spare time.
For him, copying scriptures was like meditating.
But now it was written in her handwriting, and when I copied it, I felt a lot of emotions, not peaceful.
In a daze, he would also remember that back then, he often helped her copy scriptures.
In the court, there were many people who shunned her like snakes and scorpions, but there were always one or two who were not afraid of death and had no choice but to climb her big tree.
When she was punished by the Taifu to copy scriptures, a low-ranking official's eldest son personally delivered a thick stack of copied scriptures to the princess's residence.
It can be seen that the person put a lot of thought into it. Every stroke and stroke, many of her handwriting and habits were copied accurately.
But without thinking, she threw away the scriptures and came to bother him again.
"Pei Du Pei Du, the master has punished me a lot this time. Without you, I wouldn't be able to finish writing."
——She actually finished writing it.
It doesn't matter if the handwriting is more sloppy, or she can have someone copy it for her, or she can even use the copy that the man has already written.
She finished it.
He lowered his eyes and said in a slightly cold tone: "It won't happen again."
She was delighted and said that he was the best.
Of all the choices he had, she would choose him.
No exceptions.
——
Jiang Jinshuang is so annoyed!
Later, when she was in the ancestral hall, Jingmo also came to deliver scriptures again.
It's just that it continues from the last Buddhist scripture, which is exactly the same as what Zhao Yungui wrote later.
——You can only choose one, and the other will be wasted.
This idea made Jiang Jinshuang, who originally wanted to be lazy, even more angry!
For several days, Xiao Zhengze came to supervise her copying whenever he had nothing to do.
Zhengze said, although his national master has a good temper and is easy to talk to, it is definitely not the reason for her, Jiang Jinshuang, to be lazy!
He wants to supervise her to write more, so that his parents can write less.
The friendship between master and servant was so touching that Jiang Jinshuang almost cried.
That day, Xiao Zhengze came to supervise her again.
He is not that annoying child. There is a large courtyard outside the ancestral hall. Xiao Zhengze is holding a cold sword and practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard.
The sword blade cut through the wind, and there were waves of sweet sword sounds.
There are several very old sycamore trees planted in the courtyard. The huge sycamore leaves are flying in the air, and the cold sword carries the fragrance of the sycamore trees, and the sword energy is like a rainbow.
Jiang Jinshuang was never a master who could calm down, but now she saw Xiao Zhengze practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard and watched with her chin raised.
Xiao Zhengze's sword power is different from that of Yan Jue.
The inkstone technique was taught by her. The moves are only for killing people and defeating enemies. The sword is very violent.
Xiao Zhengze's sword was acquired by Zhao Yun.
Sacrifice oneself to help others, influence all living beings, and do not commit the sin of killing.
Therefore, Xiao Zhengze's sword pays more attention to mind and energy.
If you count on your fingers, Jiang Jinshuang has actually seen Xiao Zhengze much more times than Zhao Yungui in the past years.
Xiao Zhengze was a child picked up from the street after Zhao Yungui became the national master.
Hmm... that's not accurate either.
To be precise, it was Jiang Jinshuang who saw Zhengze who was dying and about to starve to death.
At that time, she was in danger and was surrounded by assassinations all day long.
It is really not convenient to raise another child. It happened that Zhao Yun was passing by.
Jiang Jinshuang hugged Xiao Zhengze and walked to Zhao Yungui's sedan chair.
"Master Imperial Master, do you want a child?"
At that time, Zhao Yungui opened the car curtain and glanced calmly at the frowning and skinny little boy in her arms.
Then the curtain dropped again.
"Your Highness is very good at doing favors."
Jiang Jinshuang curled her lips indifferently: "Just treat it as if you picked it up. I won't compete with you for merit."
Those who practice Taoism should be more concerned about accumulating virtue and doing good deeds.
for a long time.
"Stay, we have a destiny."
Therefore, Zhao Yungui named him "Zhengze" and kept him by his side, becoming his personal sword boy.
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When Jiang Jinshuang met Xiao Zhengze, he was already unconscious and unconscious.
She never mentioned the original incident to Zhengze.
——In fact, there is nothing to mention.
Needless to say, Zhao Yungui is indeed good at raising children.
In a few years, the originally thin little boy now has a round face and round eyes, as beautiful as a New Year picture doll in a book.
Later, Jiang Jinshuang also met Xiao Zhengze several times in the palace.
Zhao Yungui rarely showed up. On weekdays, he either lived in Qintian Prison or stayed at the observatory. If there were any celestial phenomena or orders, he would send Xiao Zhengze to convey them.
From Xiao Zhengze's point of view, although Jiang Jinshuang is not a "devil" who hates others and is unforgivable, she is a "bad woman" who always loves to bully him and go against him!
Every time Jiang Jinshuang rolled her eyes and wanted to tease him, Xiao Zhengze looked as if he was facing a powerful enemy, like a kitten with fried fur, so cute.
——Jiang Jinshuang likes Xiao Zhengze very much.
In the courtyard, Xiaozheng finished a sword dance.
He turned around and saw Jiang Jinshuang looking at him leisurely, but not a single word was written on the paper!
For a moment, Xiao Zhengze's beautiful eyebrows knitted together.
"Bad——"
"Huh?"
"Princess! You are lazy again!" Xiao Zhengze was indignant.
Jiang Jinshuang held her chin and looked at the boy in blue and white robes in the courtyard, disapprovingly: "Master Zhengze, who taught you this swordsmanship?"
Xiao Zhengze raised his chin and said with pride: "My master taught me personally."
Jiang Jinshuang shook her head and smacked her lips: "Your master's teaching ability is really poor."
Xiao Zhengze couldn't bear to hear anyone say bad things about his Imperial Preceptor, so he frowned and shouted: "You're talking nonsense! The Imperial Preceptor's swordsmanship ranks among the top three in Wan Jin's, he is amazing!"
"I didn't say he wasn't great," Jiang Jinshuang smiled, "I just said he didn't know how to teach his disciples. He taught a good seedling to a mess."
Xiao Zhengze was even more unhappy. He raised his hand, and the cold sword in his hand was thrown directly into Jiang Jinshuang's hand.
"You are so powerful, come here!"
Jiang Jinshuang weighed the sword in her hand.
——It is a good sword.
She raised her eyebrows and smiled at the young boy in the courtyard: "Then take a look!"
Blink again.
The girl who was sitting carelessly on the futon disappeared in an instant, and appeared quietly in the courtyard following the fallen sycamore leaves.
If that cold sword is in Xiao Zhengze's hands, it is an extremely sharp cold weapon.
So at this moment, in Jiang Jinshuang's hands, it was more like... a bouquet of flowers.
As she danced, the cold sword cut through the wind, and the fragrance of the flowers around her seemed to have substance, like petals flying away.
In the courtyard, the fragrance of flowers attracted butterflies from the mountain stream, dancing with Jiang Jinshuang's sword energy.
The sword energy seemed to be extremely powerful, but it led the group of butterflies so softly, like a trembling flower branch, motionless in spring.
Xiao Zhengze on the side originally had a very unconvinced expression, but when he saw Jiang Jinshuang's sword energy, his eyes widened and he froze on the spot.
In the last move, Jiang Jinshuang curled her lips slightly, and pointed the tip of the sword straight at someone who appeared in the courtyard.
"Zheng——"
Like the sound of a piano, the following butterflies flew to the shoulders of the people passing by with the tip of the sword, curling up bursts of floral fragrance.
——It’s Zhao Yungui.
(End of chapter)