usatvline Chapter 321 Heavenly Family
Chapter 321 Heavenly Family
When Bei Jingchu was a child, he thought that the national teacher was a mysterious but powerful charlatan.
When I grew up, I thought he was a nerd.
She seldom visited the Zhaixing Tower, so now she was criticized: "I only come here when I am confused. I am the national teacher who predicts the national destiny and fortune, not the confidant of the crown prince."
Bei Jingchu felt ashamed and stood up and said, "Sorry for bothering me. I'll leave now."
Someone: “…That’s not necessary.”
Bei Jingchu still said ashamedly: "But it is indeed immoral for me to do this~"
"I feel really sorry for the Imperial Master. I'd better leave."
I couldn't see the person's expression, nor could I hear any fluctuations in his voice, but it always felt like there was something of an attempt to save face in what he said.
"That's fine. I've been your puzzle-solving tool for ten years and I'm quite skilled at it."
“It would be even better if it wasn’t free.”
Bei Jingchu rubbed her ears.
[Hmm? Did this person speak just now? What did he say? ]
【Why did I suddenly become deaf? 】
The national teacher was too lazy to remain silent.
Because it was a bit awkward to have been a freeloader for ten years, Bei Jingchu tried to ease the atmosphere: "When it comes to teaching, imparting knowledge and resolving doubts, the national teacher already occupies one of the three."
"Come to think of it, I can still call you teacher."
The prince was rejected miserably: "...that's all."
"If you go out and say that Your Highness was taught by me, it will be a disgrace to our school."
"I am afraid I will not be able to help but clean up the mess."
Bei Jingchu:?
???
Bei Jingchu rolled her eyes at him and gave him the middle finger.
The Imperial Master, who was wholly older than me, stretched out his hand, which looked very young, and also raised his middle finger, asking sincerely, "What does this mean?"
"I'm praising you."
The Imperial Master said "Oh" and poked his middle finger in front of Bei Jingchu, saying: "Then Your Highness is also great~"
Bei Jingchu could only laugh awkwardly.
He made an incense seal, framed the incense powder within the seal pattern, and lit it.
Wisps of white smoke emerged from the exquisite incense burner.
Bei Jingchu sniffed it and asked, "Is it sandalwood?"
"But it smells sweeter."
He replied, "I saw that Your Highness did not sleep well, so I used the calming incense specially."
Bei Jing became slightly alert: [You even know that I have insomnia? ]
[Could it be that the Imperial Master appears to be in seclusion, but actually has spies in the East Palace and other places? ]
[Or did you learn it from somewhere in the system? ]
A sigh escaped from the lips beneath the veil.
At such a young age, the emperor had learned to be suspicious.
He reached out his hand, tapped his cheek through a layer of gauze, and explained: "Your Highness is as tired as a dried corpse that has been driven by corpse drivers for three days and three nights. It's not hard to guess."
Bei Jingchu touched her face and found that it was indeed not as round as before.
But she was not convinced: "I am a young girl in my prime, how can you say I have been chased for three days and three nights like a dried corpse?"
"Can you please not use words to describe it?"
"I just didn't sleep well that day."
The reason for insomnia is still due to legal issues.
She propped her chin on her hand, not knowing where to start.
"In fact, as a royal family, I pity my servants and feel like the cat is crying over the rat."
"Everyone around me thinks that slaves and servants are lowly people, and there is no need to consider their feelings."
"But the national teacher is a cultivator, who treats all things as straw dogs and treats them equally. Can you understand what I am thinking?"
The national teacher corrected her: "I am a cultivator, not a Taoist."
“I’m not a Taoist.”
【well?】
[Isn’t he an old Taoist priest? ]
[It can’t be an old monk. ]
[Look at this long hair, it's much smoother and blacker than mine, and shiny. ]
[It’s so beautiful~]
Bei Jingchu was drooling with greed.
The Imperial Master felt the burning gaze and felt a little uncomfortable. Just as he was about to say something, he heard:
[I really want to tear off his hair and put it on my own head. ]
Imperial Master: “…”
It's he who thinks too much.