Transmigrated into the prince's only daughter, and beat up the dignitaries in the capital with

The Buddhist beads wrapped around Jiang An's wrist bound her.

Although he still had the hidden arrow given by Lieutenant General Meng on his other wrist, he didn't have the uncomfortable feeling brought by the Buddhist beads.

When she had nothing to do, she would use her fat paws to move the bodhi seeds, and her round eyes would look at the furnishings in the hall with curiosity.

In this hall, four tall pillars are engraved with calligraphy left by unknown literati. The handwriting is as agile as a swimming dragon, as if telling the vicissitudes of history and the cultural heritage. Surrounded by light gauze, like clouds and mist, the servants of the villa stand in the corner with their heads bowed, holding small and exquisite incense burners in their hands.

The interior of the hall is simple and elegant yet luxurious, and every detail shows the taste and care of the owner.

Even the desks in front of each student are made of high-quality wood, and the grain of the wood is as gorgeous as tiger skin.

In the center of the hall was a platform with a few empty chairs on it. Li Xingsang said that those were the seats for the abbot and the teachers.

Nan Shang and Dong Li were arranged to sit opposite each other beside the stage. There was a blazing flame in the eyes of each of them,

Next in order were the noble families from the envoy groups of Nanzhao, Shangguo, Mobei and Yiguo.

"younger sister!"

Huo Changming came out from nowhere and pounced on Li Xingsang like a little bear. He was pushed aside by the little boy and looked at Jiang An next to him with sparkling eyes.

He took out the food he had carefully protected all the way from his arms and placed it in front of his sister, stretching his neck to look at her hand.

"I heard from the waiter in the building that you had a fight with Ling Wuhou's brother the day before yesterday!"

"I wanted to go see you with my mother yesterday, but she wouldn't let me!"

The young master, dressed in a neat riding suit, had red lips and white teeth, and his eyes were filled with grievance and anger.

"Don't worry, sister. I will avenge you in the martial arts arena this afternoon!"

When Jiang An saw the food, his chubby face was filled with joy. His little hands, which had not yet completely recovered from the swelling, held the exquisite pastries. He agreed very much with Huo Changming's words and nodded his head!

"Brother, come on!"

Huo Changming smiled innocently and clenched his fists, "Come on, sister!"

The other side of the brotherly love is that Li Xingsang straightened his clothes and stood up with a normal look under the curious gazes of the students in the hall.

The little boy had a wooden face and grabbed Huo Changming's ears, "So you can leave now, you idiot!"

"Your competition will be in the afternoon!"

Huo Changming: "Hey! Get out of here!"

"Let's go...I'm leaving!"

"As expected of someone who was raised in a barren land..."

This familiar voice...

Tuanzi moved his buttocks and sat up straight, staring at the young man opposite him who spoke with round eyes.

His eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to those of Ling Wuhou, his face was pale and swollen, especially his swollen eyes and the bright teeth marks on his cheeks, which left a deep impression on Jiang An.

Isn't this the troublemaker who was beaten by himself?

Jiang An looked at him. He raised his chin and looked back at her with an arrogant expression.

Tuanzi swallowed the cake in his mouth and bared his teeth at him with evil humor. His white and sticky teeth successfully made this troublemaker shudder, and he felt pain all over his body...

Seeing him shrinking his neck and hiding behind someone, Jiang An threw another plum into his mouth. He blinked his innocent big eyes, so adorable!

Princess Mobei, who was sitting at the head of the Mobei Kingdom, had her fingertips entwined with her hair that fell on her shoulders. She looked at the four-year-old Jiang An with her raised eyebrows full of malice.

The day before yesterday, it was the carriage of the eldest daughter of the Zhenguo Palace that forced her to give way, making her lose face in front of those common people!

She sneered and spoke to the boy beside her in Mobei language, "Nan Shang asked a child to play, aren't you afraid of being embarrassed?"

The young man frowned, his eyes swept sharply over the people passing by, and whispered a warning,

"We are on the land of Southern Merchants, let's not cause trouble for the king!"

The smile on Princess Mobei's face fell, her slender hands loosened her hair, and when she waved her arms vigorously, she accidentally dropped the teacup.

Her shoes were wet, and her face looked even more uneasy...

Ling Wuhou from Dongli arrived late. As soon as he stepped into the door, his hearty laughter filled the whole place.

The man bowed his hands in a casual manner and apologized to the prince on the second floor.

"This Nanshang wine is too intoxicating..."

"I am late, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Jiang Jichen, who was sitting on the main seat on the second floor, was lazily supporting his forehead, holding in his hand the brocade bag that the national teacher had given to Jiang An.

His narrow eyes were half-closed, not even bothering to look at him, and he said in a firm tone: "Ling Wuhou is indeed late,"

Yes, that's right, it's your fault.

Ling Wuhou almost couldn't hold back the smile on his face, and he gritted his teeth and agreed, "Yes."

He walked in, his eyes fell on Jiang An who was sitting obediently.

"Oh, young lady, how can you sit here and take part in the competition at such a young age?"

His eyebrows were gentle, and he stretched out his hand to hold someone's. "But you're sitting in the wrong seat?"

Ling Wuhou's words made Jiang An, who was only four years old, the focus of everyone in the hall.

Everyone was whispering, how could a kid who couldn't even control his bedwetting at such a young age still participate in the competition?

Some people said that Nan Shang didn't take this competition seriously, and some people said that it must be Jiang An, the daughter of the prince, who was making trouble...

Princess Mobei's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips. Even Dong Li, the troublemaker hiding behind others, laughed at her secretly.

Jiang An didn't care about the gazes of so many people, and quickly put the fat claw behind his back.

She stared at Ling Wuhou with round eyes, "Is uncle still asleep?"

"An An's father is sitting on the second floor. An An is already four years old and knows where he should sit!"

She looked at the man again and muttered in a low voice, "I'm not your trouble-making brother who is so stupid!"

Everyone in this scene knew that the day before yesterday, Ling Wuhou's younger brother was pressed to the ground and rubbed by the daughter of the Prince of Zhenguo...

Ling Wuhou withdrew his hand, and now only Bo Liang was left in his eyes, "It turns out that my concern is a bit unnecessary."

Look, doesn't this show that Jiang An is a mean person who judges others by their own standards? !

Tuanzi didn't care about the twists and turns, he just nodded his head in agreement, pointing his little finger at the troublemaker with a vicious look in his eyes,

"Uncle should go ask your brother if his face still hurts~"

Uncle, uncle, who is your uncle? I am only a few years older than your father, okay!

Ling Wuhou hurried his steps, fearing that he would curse out loud in the next second...

Hu Yan, who was sitting behind Jiang Jichen on the second floor, covered his lips with a fan, his fox eyes curved.

"An An's mouth is really amazing!"

Look at that person who is angry~

There was a clang sound, the gong on the stage was struck.

The noise disappeared instantly.

The academy dean and several teachers walked onto the stage and bowed to the main seat behind the pearl curtain on the second floor.

I saw Guan Yan, who was beside the prince, walk out from behind the pearl curtain. As the curtain floated, I could glimpse the dark gold-threaded robe.

He held the hilt of the knife at his waist with one hand, his expression solemn, and the sound of his inner strength penetrated the hall.

"Pass on the prince's oral order. In today's Shangyuan competition, I hope all students will uphold the style of the great southern business nation and shine!"