The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

"I know that this kid Youning has to fall a few times before he can learn his lesson, but as Cheng Youning's teacher, if I don't correct my student's mistakes in time, I will be the one who gets slapped in the face in the end. Haven't you heard that the talk on the street today is all about Cheng Youning's bribery? He is only nine years old and has already made such a reputation. In another ten years, he will be infamous."

"That's not weird at all. I think the emperor should think twice before he acts. This follower has returned, and you immediately dismissed Huang Chenming from his position as the prince's tutor. How can the imperial tutor not think twice?"

"What does this have to do with the followers!" Wan Lianxing hated Huang Chenming the most for having anything to do with the followers. The two of them were not on good terms. He did not ask for them to be on good terms with each other. He would be at ease if they could get along peacefully.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a person suddenly appeared on the empty chair, making a dissatisfied sound, "That's right, what does this have to do with me? Since I came back, I haven't said a word against the surname Huang."

The old butler patted his chest and said, "I was scared to death. When did you come in, my follower?"

"I came here when I heard you mention my name. When are you going to eat? It's dinner time now and I'm still hungry."

The old butler knew that he could not persuade Wan Lian today, so he just waved his hand and left to serve them the meal.

As soon as he left, his followers curiously asked Wan Lianxing, "Who are you going to replace my disciple with?"

"Oh! You want to know!"

"I'm going to know it sooner or later. Can you tell me if I know this person? Could he be your brother who loves to write poetry and visit brothels? Hahahaha!"

"Why are you asking about something that's not relevant? Stop asking. You don't know this person."

"Isn't it just as well that I don't know him? I'll go visit him later."

"Song Ruhong's son Song Tingzhi!"

"That cripple!"

"What cripple? He's a cripple!"

"Hahahaha, isn't that the same thing? The prince's husband is a cripple, hahahaha, it won't sound good if it gets out. But for some reason, I still like Song Tingzhi. Just hearing this name is more pleasant than the one with the surname Huang."

"Follower, Chen Ming is the meritorious official I begged for. Please don't make him an enemy and make it difficult for me."

The attendant said with a straight face, "What did I do to him? Why is it that mentioning him is like stepping on your cat's tail?"

Wan Lianxing should have said this. The one who had his tail stepped on seemed to be his follower. Wan Lianxing sighed, "I have tried to persuade you with emotion and reason. If you don't like it, I won't say it again. Well... neither of you, master and disciple, has ever made me worry."

"You're talking about me. Why did you take my apprentice with you? What did we say yesterday? Just give him thirty strokes of the cane as a token of respect. But this morning it became fifty strokes of the cane. You might as well just beat him to death."

"The opinions of the civil and military officials are not mine!"

"Come on, what you said this morning was all nonsense. It's up to you to decide how to deal with my disciple. You just want to punish him severely."

The follower stood up and walked out without looking back.

Wan Lianxing frowned and asked, "It's time for dinner, where are you going?"

"Let your princes and ministers eat with you. I will go to the Prince's Mansion."

"I have punished him by putting him in solitary confinement and forbidding him to see anyone."

"I'll be back soon to check on the results of the past few years."

"What results?"

"I want to see if he has completed the unique skills I taught him and the homework he left when he left." The follower's voice suddenly faded away, and Wan Lianxing knew that the man had left.

……

Fengying City, the Prince's Mansion in the southeast direction, is unusually quiet tonight, and there are fewer lights than usual, adding a bit of coldness and loneliness.

After Cheng Youning was beaten with a stick, he became listless. His kitten named Ermao had been fed until he became fat and plump. At this moment, it was lying obediently beside Cheng Youning, as if it wanted to stay with the injured Cheng Youning. It closed its eyes and dozed off, being stroked gently by Cheng Youning.

Qiao Rong, who was like a spinning top, had been running around for Cheng Youning all day, and was still worried about Cheng Youning at this moment. He reached out and touched Cheng Youning's forehead, then touched his own forehead, and came to the conclusion after repeating it several times: "If he doesn't have a fever, why doesn't he eat!"

Cheng Youning shook his head slightly, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He knew that even if he didn't have a fever now, he would have one at night. He was a little absent-minded and said two words dryly: "I'm not hungry!"

"Even if you're not hungry, you should at least drink some ginseng soup. Your Highness' lips are too dry and peeling. This old ginseng was brought from Prince Pang's mansion. Madam Wan also specifically instructed that it be used to nourish your body."

Hearing that it was the ginseng given to him by his grandmother, Cheng Youning couldn't refuse his grandmother's kindness. He said to Qiao Rong reluctantly, "Then feed me a couple of sips."

As long as he was nice to Cheng Youning, Qiao Rong would not hesitate to eat it for him, let alone feed him.

Qiao Rong poured a bowl of steaming ginseng soup for Cheng Youning from the soup bowl, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it and put it to Cheng Youning's dry mouth, "Open your mouth, ah..."

"You're so old, why do you still need someone to feed you? You hurt your butt, not your hands. Get up and eat by yourself." The sudden voice scared Qiao Rong, and the bowl in his hand shook.

Cheng Youning's eyes lit up when he heard the voice, and he said excitedly, "Master, why are you here?"

The attendant picked up the ceramic spoon in the soup bowl and stirred it, then tore off a chicken leg and started chewing it. "The soup is not bad! Sister Wu's cooking skills can be considered top-notch!"

"Master, have you eaten yet? Qiao Rong, go get Master a set of bowls and chopsticks!" Cheng Youning couldn't sit down yet, but he leaned forward. He wanted to ask his master about what was going on in the palace. "Master, is my little grandfather still angry?"

"Need I say more? You have such a stinky face from morning till night. It's really ugly. But you should be more careful in the future. You will be the one who ascends the throne in the future. The whole world will belong to you. Why are you greedy for that little bit of money?"

Cheng Youning had been scolded by the ministers for a whole day. If it weren't for his good self-control, he would have died during the morning court session. Now his master came to scold him again. He suspected that his luck was not good for him, and he wanted to ask a fortune teller for himself.

Cheng Youning felt mixed emotions that day, including regret, humiliation, frustration, and loss. He even felt aggrieved when he saw his followers. He sniffed twice and started crying.

His attendant rebuked him, "Why are you crying, man? You were beaten with a stick, you will be fine in a few days."

"Master, I have implicated others! My grandfather was furious and dismissed my master from his post, and also punished many ministers."

The follower wanted to say that the teacher should be punished for not teaching strictly, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into: "Your grandfather punishes those who deserve to be punished."