Chapter 131 Are You Awake?

Chapter 131 Are You Awake?

Of course, Li Motang would not throw Li Yixuan into the pool. He used his spiritual energy to pull her over in the air, with her head facing down, and slapped her face on the water, and then pulled her back.

"Are you awake?" Li Motang asked.

Behind him, Xiao Nuan nodded vigorously in his mind: "That's right, are you sober enough to compete with the lady? Who gave you the courage!"

Li Yixuan wiped the water from her face with her sleeve, not angry at all, and asked doubtfully: "Why are you sober?"

Seeing that she was about to be thrown away again, she hugged Li Motang's waist and quickly admitted her mistake: "I'm awake, I'm awake."

"Tell me about it." Li Motang asked.

Li Yixuan said seriously: "It's inappropriate to talk nonsense outside the palace, just keep it in your heart and don't say it out loud!"

"Hide it in your heart?"

"Yeah... Oops!" As soon as Li Yixuan finished speaking, her little face came into close contact with Chi Shui again.

Everyone on the side was as silent as a cicada, not daring to speak.

In the palace, although the princesses are not as sensitive as the princes, they are not necessarily harmonious. After all, the concubines compete for favor and the princes compete for power. It is difficult for the princesses to stay out of the matter.

Among the princesses, Li Motang was considered a strong and aloof one. As a sister, she taught Li Yixuan a lesson, and none of these young people dared to stop her.

Fortunately, I only washed my face a few times, so I wasn't too embarrassed.

These people were right, but they had some misunderstandings. Among the sisters, Li Motang had the best impression of Li Yixuan.

Although she is a bit squeamish, she is enthusiastic and lively, and dares to speak and act. Every time she returns to the palace, Li Yixuan will come to play with her.

Moreover, Li Yixuan was very smart and had almost a photographic memory. She was enlightened at the age of five and became a disciple of Nangong Xiu, the only female bachelor in Wenshou Pavilion at the age of seven.

Nangong Xiu was also Li Motang's mentor before he went to Yuyuan Pavilion, so the relationship between the two was actually very good.

Li Yixuan wiped the water from her face with her hands. As smart as she was, she immediately noticed a clue: "Could it be that that is my sister's sweetheart?"

A group of people around him took two steps back. Could they listen to this?

Li Motang glared at her: "What nonsense are you talking about? I think no one cares about you anymore!"

Li Yixuan was not afraid at all and smiled: "If not, then I..."

"no!"

"Woo." Li Yixuan looked like a wronged little rabbit.

"Don't act pitiful."

"Okay." Li Yixuan took Li Motang's arm and asked in a low voice, "Sister, do you want to know what I just named our child in my mind?"

"Ah..." Li Yixuan flew into the air again and shouted quickly, "I mean, if sister likes this name, I can give it to you!"

Bang!

Water splashed everywhere.

Huang Feng stood opposite, and together with Nie Wenxuan, looked at the scene in confusion, what were they playing at?

After a while, Li Motang came over with Xiao Nuan. Unexpectedly, the girl she threw to wash her face three times also came over.

"Who is this?" Huang Feng asked Li Motang when he saw the girl looking at him with burning eyes.

Li Motang made a magic formula, slapped Li Yixuan on the face, and introduced: "She is my sister, Li Yixuan, named Anyang."

"Ah, I can't see it, sister, I was wrong, wrong!" Li Yixuan shouted, not looking scared at all.

When Nie Wenxuan heard this, he quickly saluted.

"I can't even see what kind of courtesy you are doing." Li Yixuan ignored Nie Wenxuan, "Sister, I was wrong. I won't peek at my brother-in-law."

The next moment, poor Li Yixuan was not only blind, but also speechless. Xiao Nuan held her hand: "Your Highness, this way."

Li Motang pretended not to hear the nonsense and said to Huang Feng, "Let's go see Yan Wenjin."

Several people continued to walk into Wen Shou Pavilion. When they saw Yan Wenjin, Li Motang unlocked the secret.

Although she could read and speak, Li Yixuan did not dare to cause trouble in front of the bachelor. Being punished by copying books was no joke.

"Master Yan." Li Motang stepped forward.

"Your Highness Changning?" Yan Wenjin was a little surprised when he saw Li Motang.

"Master Yan, are you here?" Li Motang asked.

Yan Wenjin explained: "Oh, the day to revise the Daxia Code is coming soon, and I happen to have some suggestions for adding or modifying the codes, which I am sorting out."

Seeing Li Yixuan who had a grimace upon hearing this, he smiled and said, "It seems that His Highness Anyang's homework has not been completed yet."

"The time given is too little." Li Yixuan complained.

"It's no use telling me what you're saying." Yan Wenjin smiled, and then looked at Li Motang, "I wonder what your Highness, Chang Ning, is looking for, Wei Chen?"

Li Motang did not beat around the bush and said frankly: "I would like to recommend a student to Mr. Yan."

Yan Wenjin was slightly startled: "Your Highness, Wei Chen really has no intention of accepting students now."

Although the bachelor of Wenshou Pavilion has to hold lectures for a long time, every student who can enter Wenshou Pavilion can be regarded as his student.

But his direct disciples are different. They have to teach everything they have learned throughout their lives. He has never met such a seedling so far, and he has no intention of forcing it.

Naturally, he would not agree to forcing students like this. Not to mention Li Motang, even His Majesty could not force him.

"Master Yan, don't refuse in a hurry." Huang Feng took out the golden shovel from the square object and handed it over. "Can this object help him get a chance to take the school entrance examination?"

"Huh?" Yan Wenjin was extremely surprised when he saw the golden shovel. He looked at it carefully with both hands and looked at Huang Feng, "How did you get it?"

"Senior gave it to me and said that I would show you this thing. It should be worth a few points." Huang Feng emphasized, "You must return it to me after you finish it!"

Yan Wenjin looked at the golden shovel, feeling a little melancholy, but also a little happy: "It seems that our ancestors are finally relieved."

"Ancestor?" Huang Feng was stunned.

Yan Wenjin smiled and said: "If my ancestors hadn't joined the Yan family, my surname would have been Qian. If my ancestors hadn't possessed spiritual roots and were successful in cultivation, I would have been the most disliked member of the Yan family."

"You are actually a direct blood relative of your senior. How many generations are you separated from each other?"

"If I remember correctly, the seventh generation!"

Huang Feng was surprised: "Hey...it turns out that the senior has an heir. Really, I didn't even tell the whole story."

Now it was Yan Wenjin's turn to be surprised: "My ancestor actually told you the story of his past? Even I learned a few words from the Yan family's elders and some letters and records that were preserved from that year.

Back then, the Yan family didn't want to see their ancestor, but later they learned that the ancestor not only had spiritual roots, but also entered the Hedao realm without knowing it, and immediately changed their attitude.

The old grandmother must have passed away at that time. Although the Yan family's attitude was very utilitarian, the ancestor was grateful that the Yan family did not separate him and the old grandmother in the first place and stayed in Zhaoyang to protect the Yan family.

At first, the Yan family was worried that he would leave the Yan family with his children, so they sent him many gifts every year, and later it became a habit.

This golden shovel was delivered to my door by my father. At that time, my father was pointed at the nose and scolded by my ancestors, telling me to study more and not learn these evil ways from my father.

However, the ancestor of the golden shovel accepted it, and my father was still a little aggrieved at the time. This scene is still fresh in my memory. "