Jing Xingzhi’s Daily Life in Ancient Times

On the other side, with Li Jiarui sent away, the Royal Academy was quiet and harmonious.

After Teacher Jiang left, Li Yunxi felt guilty and gave the old man a high official title. When he returned home, Teacher Jiang could rely on this official title for two generations.

The newly invited substitute teacher was an academician of the Hanlin Academy and had rich knowledge. However, these academicians also had their own jobs, so they only came to work for a few days.

These few people came happily knowing that His Highness the Second Prince was not going to school recently.

Li Jiafu had just finished memorizing an article. When his teacher asked everyone to rest, he bypassed the third brother in the second seat and squatted in front of Jing Xingzhi’s desk.

“So many, so many… books!” Li Jiafu looked at Jing Xingzhi’s book, his eyes widened in confusion, and asked, “Can you finish reading them?”

“It’s okay, you can finish if you read slowly. And I’m older than you, so I can read quickly.” Jing Xingzhi was very patient with the fourth prince.

Li Jiafu nodded, then blinked and whispered to Jing Xingzhi, “Second brother is missing…”

That little look in his eyes seemed as if Jing Xingzhi had stolen someone away.

Although Li Jiarui’s departure from the palace was related to Jing Xingzhi, Jing Xingzhi didn’t know where Li Jiarui was now.

Jing Xingzhi only knew that Li Jiarui was working hard and sweating his youth. It sounded like a very meaningful day!

“Well, he won’t be back for a while.” Jing Xingzhi suddenly smiled mischievously, “Why, little prince, do you still miss him?”

“No.” Li Jiafu shook his head, then held his buttocks with his backhand, and said in a lower voice, “Second brother, spank me, not good.”

Li Jiafu said this in a low voice, as if he was afraid of being heard.

Unexpectedly, Li Jiading, who was in the front seat, also turned around and said a rare sentence with a paralyzed face: “That person is too noisy.”

That person was, of course, Li Jiarui.

After saying this, Li Jiading turned back, keeping an indifferent face throughout.

Jing Xingzhi laughed, “This little brother is very cool!”

Li Jiafu slowed down and said in surprise, “Ah, ah, third brother took the initiative to talk, talk, talk!”

Listening to Li Jiafu’s words, Li Jiading thought, probably because… everything was peaceful?

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Marquis Zhenyuan’s Mansion.

Ning Yongyuan, who had lost a lot of weight, was wearing new clothes that didn’t fit well. He stood with Wu Shuangxi, waiting for Old Madam Ning to speak.

Old Madam Ning, who was sitting on the high seat, glanced at Wu Shuangxi, and then moved to Ning Yongyuan.

When she saw that Ning Yongyuan was almost out of shape, the old lady looked angry and scolded her daughter-in-law: “Wu Shuangxi, how do you take care of my grandson? Look, how thin the child has become!”

Wu Shuangxi explained, “Yongyuan was worrying about you, mother, and he fell ill, so he lost a lot of weight.” Wu Shuangxi explained, but the whole blame was given to the old lady herself.

But Ning Yongyuan’s wrist was pinched, and he could only smile at the old grandmother: “Grandson misses grandmother too much. Grandma, don’t blame Mother, she has also lost weight.”

Old Madam Ning snorted coldly, “I didn’t see her lose weight!”

Wu Shuangxi kept the smile on her face and remained calm. The old lady had been dissatisfied with her for decades, and she had long since practiced all kinds of vocal kung fu.

She knew that the more unaffected she was, the less the old lady wanted to see her.

Sure enough, without saying a few words, Old Madam Ning said disgustedly, “You go down and do your work, just leave my good grandson to accompany me.”

Wu Shuangxi nodded, “Okay, then let Yongyuan accompany you for me. Mom, you’ve been tired from the boat trip. Let’s take a rest early.”

After saying that, Wu Shuangxi went out happily.

Old Madam Ning became happy as soon as she left. She called Ning Yongyuan to sit next to her and showed him the things she had brought back from her hometown.

Apart from Wu Shuangxi, the old lady was a kind old lady to her grandson. She looked like she would do anything he wanted and she wished she could reach for the stars and the moon for him.

But today, the old lady was a little distracted.

Wu Shuangxi thought that the old lady didn’t know about Ning Yongyuan’s real identity, but the old lady knew because Ning Haibo sent her a letter.

Old Madam Ning despised Wu Shuangxi, but she liked Ning Yongyuan very much.

Wu Shuangxi thought the old lady only cared about the bloodline and loved her grandson, so it was okay even if she disliked her. But Old Madam Ning just liked that Ning Yongyuan often accompanied her and made her happy.

Bloodline was relevant, but not that important. Otherwise, if she really cared about it, Ning Yongyuan still had Wu Shuangxi’s blood. This blood relationship would be enough to make the old lady hate him. But she really loved Ning Yongyuan sincerely.

Ning Haibo knew this, so after thinking about it, he sent a letter to the old lady. At least he could prevent the old lady from being fooled by his wife when she returned to the Marquis Mansion, and could help keep an eye on Wu Shuangxi.

For the extra grandson, the old lady was a little happy at first, but then she thought of Ning Yongyuan, whom she had watched grow up, and felt that Wu Shuangxi really deserved it!

What if her son brought back the real grandson from outside? How would her Yongyuan survive?

From a young marquis of powerful family to be an ordinary person with no noble status? This was simply a blow from heaven to earth!

Today, Old Madam Ning looked at Ning Yongyuan again and felt heartbroken when she saw that her grandson had lost so much weight.

The old lady cursed in her heart: Damn Wu Shuangxi! A mother could actually do something to disgrace her child!