The little princess' mind was read, and the court and harem were eating melons

how to say.

Even Ren Qingming was stunned for a long time when he saw the little princess, who should have been clean, delicate and cute, turned into a harlequin kitten.

Li Qingyi herself had no idea what state she was in at the moment. She felt that as a child with an adult's soul, she would definitely not mess herself up like a real three-year-old baby.

The fact is, when people focus on something, whether they are children or adults, they will ignore some less important things.

For example, Li Qingyi had forgotten the condition of her hands several times and had wiped them on her face more than once, causing her hands to be black and her face to have many marks.

Fang Xin: ...

Hesitant to speak.

But when she tried to stop him, Li Qingyi told her not to disturb her, Fang Xin...

Fine.

Hence the present scene.

Li Qingyi: "The teacher is here, sorry, I'll be right there."

Ren Qingming came back to his senses, nodded slowly, then subconsciously looked at Fang Xin who was standing by the side, with obvious surprise in his eyes: Is this how you take care of your little prince?

Fang Xin gave a subtle smile.

Ren Qingming: “…”

Fortunately, Li Qingyi said it would be a while, and soon stood up and clapped his hands, then looked down at his clothes that were still dirty despite his carefulness, and said, "Teacher, I'll go change my clothes, please wait a moment."

Ren Qingming: "...well, no rush."

A quarter of an hour later, the clean, well-behaved and lovely little princess reappeared in front of Ren Qingming.

Generally speaking, Ren Qingming is only responsible for teaching Li Qingyi, and will not ask too much about what Li Qingyi does on a daily basis unless Li Qingyi takes the initiative to ask her.

It’s not that Ren Qingming has a cold personality, but... Ren Qingming is also afraid that if he talks to Li Qingyi for a few more words, he might accidentally hear some palace secrets from Li Qingyi that he shouldn’t hear.

She may be a little bit aloof, but she still cherishes her life and doesn't want to know too much.

The main thing is that Li Qingyi may not say it, but she is thinking it in her heart.

Therefore, Ren Qingming was still very cautious towards Li Qingyi.

But this time she couldn't help herself, and after Li Qingyi sat down, she still asked: "What was the princess playing just now?"

Li Qingyi blinked: "Oh... Teacher, just think of me as playing in the mud. Sorry, I made you laugh."

Ren Qingming: "...Your Highness is still young and at the age where he loves to play. It's a good thing that he is so lively."

When Li Qingyi heard what Ren Qingming said, he laughed widely.

Well, although based on her understanding of Ren Qingming over this period of time, he is not the kind of person who... sticks to ethical standards, but at this moment Ren Qingming really did not point fingers at her behavior just now, saying that girls should not do that. Li Qingyi was still happy in her heart.

After that, the teacher and student quickly got down to business, and Ren Qingming had already started teaching Li Qingyi poetry.

Well, Ren Qingming began to try to teach Li Qingyi how to write poetry.

Li Qingyi: ...

To be honest, poetry appreciation was easy for her. All those years of studying poetry, songs and classical Chinese reading comprehension were not in vain. But asking her to write poetry... Although she felt very sorry for her teacher's hard work, Li Qingyi quickly realized that she had no talent in this area.

However, Ren Qingming seemed to think that she was still young, and it was normal that she would not understand for a while, so... he had no intention of letting Li Qingyi go.

What can Li Qingyi do? Li Qingyi can only try harder.

Li Qingyi felt that the morning classes were unusually long, but the afternoon classes were much easier - today's teacher was General Jiang Changan, and when he walked into the yard, he saw a row of extra things in the corner of the wall.

Jiang Changan was curious, so he walked over and looked down, then asked, "What is this?"

Li Qingyi had just laid out the coal balls he had made on the wall under the eaves of the corridor. After cleaning them, he came out and saw Jiang Changan curiously looking at his work. He walked over and said, "Teacher, this is something I made!"

Jiang Changan smiled: "Oh? What good stuff?"

Li Qingyi: "Well, I can't tell you now. You can use it after it dries."

Li Qingyi stroked his chin, staring at the ten pieces of honeycomb coal that were the size of an adult male's palm that he had finally made, and muttered, "I should have started earlier. Fortunately, the winter in Beijing is relatively dry. Otherwise, if it were in the south, I'm afraid I would have to wait for a sunny day to dry it."

Although drying is another method, drying honeycomb coal by burning wood and charcoal is somewhat putting the cart before the horse.

Jiang Changan looked at her with a smile: "From what Your Highness said, these black things need to be dried before they can be used?"

Li Qingyi nodded: "Yes."

Jiang Changan: "Well, this kind of weather will probably last for a day or two."

Li Qingyi blinked, and after a while she realized that Jiang Changan meant that she would not have classes for the next two days.

"It doesn't matter. When the things are done, if the teacher has nothing to do, I will invite the teacher to the palace to see my new achievements."

Li Qingyi paused and said with a smile: "If the teacher is not free, it doesn't matter. I will demonstrate it to my father and leave one for the teacher. Although this thing is not a precious item, it is the first time I made it myself, so it can be regarded as a token of my appreciation."

So Jiang Changan smiled and nodded: "Okay, then I will wait for your Highness's wishes. When the time comes, I will definitely make you a worshipper!"

Li Qingyi touched his nose and said, "Then there's no need."

There is nothing wrong with offering the reward from her father, as that is the custom in this era. However, there is no need to offer the gift from her student.

Besides, if Jiang Changan really worshipped the honeycomb coal she made and passed it down to future generations... Li Qingyi could guess how people in future generations would laugh at her just by thinking about it.

It’s not worth being so serious about it.

Li Qingyi quickly changed the subject: "Teacher, teacher, it's almost time, let's go to class!"

As for this honeycomb briquettes, Li Qingyi sincerely hopes that he will be successful!

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Good news, Li Qingyi succeeded at once.

The bad news is that while waiting for the honeycomb coal to dry naturally, two consecutive days of heavy snow caused the houses of some people in the suburbs to collapse under the snow.

The news was informed by the system. Since it was not a big deal and many people knew about it, it was notified to Li Qingyi as free information.

When Li Qingyi heard that many people's houses were collapsed by the heavy snow, he was stunned.

It’s no wonder she didn’t expect it. After all, before this, Li Qingyi really didn’t know that snow could really crush a house.