Chapter 8 The princess really doesn’t take the old minister seriously!

"Ah!"

"Ah...Ah!"

Choked by the chili powder, Yun Chuhuan sneezed several times in a row. He sniffed and said with red eyes:
"It's just the sea... A-choo! Outside? My maternal grandfather's merchant ship goes out to sea once or twice every year. Fifth sister, just tell me the name or the appearance of the ship, and I'll ask them to bring it back!"

"Different."

Yun Shu shook his head:

"Even if your merchant ship goes out to sea, it will probably only go to a few nearby countries, right?"

"This……"

Yun Chuhuan was stunned for a moment. It was impossible for him, an eight-year-old prince, to know clearly about the business affairs of his maternal grandfather's side branch.

Fortunately, Liu Ziming, the grandson of Prime Minister Liu, was there. He quickly nodded and took over the conversation for Yun Chuhuan:

"Yes, usually they go to small countries like Luzon and Johor."

"That won't work."

Yun Shu sighed:

"I heard from the palace maid who gave me these seasonings at the time that her relative actually encountered a maritime accident and accidentally lost his way at sea. It took him nearly half a year to finally reach the shore.

There are even locals with red hair and green eyes!"

"Red hair and green eyes?"

Yun Chuhuan was stunned when he heard this:

“Is that still a human?”

"……probably."

Liu Ziming scratched his head, somewhat uncertain:
"I heard that there are a very small number of red-haired people among the Hu people. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that they live in a barbaric land?"

"Barbarian blood is really lowly!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Chuhuan snorted disdainfully, then raised his head arrogantly and said:

"In that case, let's send someone to look for it. Chili powder is such a delicacy that we cannot let it go to waste in the hands of these barbarians!"

"Since we are going to look for it, Sixth Prince, why don't you have people pay more attention to it and see if there are any other species overseas that Tiansheng doesn't have."

Yun Shu casually mentioned:

"Maybe after I bring it back, I can come up with some new food."

"Fifth sister is right!"

Yun Chuhuan agreed and made the final decision:
"That's it!"

……

Because the palace gates were locked at 6 o'clock every night, Liu Ziming and Cen Yiyi had to leave the palace before then.

So not long after eating the fried chicken, the two left in a hurry.

As for the Sixth Prince Yun Chuhuan, due to his young age, he has not yet left the palace to build a residence and still lives in the palace.
But according to the daily routine of this dynasty, it is also time to go back to Concubine Liu.

The foursome that was playing chicken together happily just now, suddenly only Yun Shu was left.

But she is not lonely at all——

After all, there are still more than 3,000 words of "The Doctrine of the Mean" to copy.

Facing Tingxue's puzzled gaze, he brought all the chicken tail feathers that she had specially asked someone to collect into the study.

Yun Shu, who had only written thirty words in the previous ten minutes, this time completed copying the entire book's 3,568 words in just one hour!

Although the characters at the end of the writing have already reached the level of cursive writing,
But... Tingxue gathered the pile of copied papers in astonishment:

"Princess, when did you learn to write so well?"

"What kind of good word is that?"

Yun Shu rubbed his sore wrist, yawned and stood up:

"Hurry, hurry, I have to go to bed and take a shower. I have to go to school tomorrow!"

"……Yes."

Tingxue looked at the copybook in her hand in confusion, as well as the thirty words written by Yunshu that were thrown into the corner.
When I went out to order the maid to bring in hot water, I still hadn't figured it out in my mind -

I just changed the pen I use to write. Could there be such a big difference in what I write?
The thirty characters she had written before were quite in line with her impression of what a princess should be like. Every stroke of the characters showed the effort and clumsiness of a child.
But what is written later...

The gap between them feels like a young child who has just entered school and suddenly becomes a juren!
How about when she has time later, she can try it too?

……

*
The next morning, Tingxue dug him out of bed before four o'clock as usual.

The slight bit of novelty from the first day of school has worn off, and Yun Shu is even more resentful today than he was yesterday.

In her eyes, Master Cui, who was always talking about morality and ethics, was no different from a walking sleeping pill.
Yun Shu forced herself to listen to the confusing speech for half an hour: "Only the most sincere person in the world can manage the great principles of the world, establish the great foundation of the world, and understand the transformation and nurturing of heaven and earth. What can one rely on? His benevolence is sincere! His abyss is profound! His heaven is vast! If one is not smart, wise, and understands the virtue of heaven, who can understand it..."

Then, under the passionate saliva of Master Cui, his upper and lower eyelids stuck together.

"…Her Royal Highness the Fifth Princess."

"Your Highness the Fifth Princess!"

It seems like someone is calling her?
This thought flashed through Yun Shu's mind for two seconds, but she ignored it because subconsciously, she found the voice quite annoying.

As a result, the next moment, a loud thunder exploded in the clear sky!
Yun Shu shuddered, and suddenly opened his eyes, just in time to meet Master Cui's face, which was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

There was no thunder in the clear sky. The loud noise just now was the sound of Master Cui slamming the table in anger after he shouted several times and failed to wake Yunshu up.

"Tai...Taifu."

Yun Shu was caught sleeping in class and felt somewhat guilty.

Her confused mind suddenly cleared up, she stood up and was about to apologize,
However, Master Cui spoke with a cold face:

"The Fifth Princess is sleeping so soundly, could it be that she stayed up all night yesterday and copied the Doctrine of the Mean ten times?

In this case, there is no need to wait for three days. Your Highness can hand over the punishment copy to me today!"

"..."

She did bring the punishment copybook with her, but there was only one copy, which she intended to let Liu Ziming imitate the handwriting.

"how?"

Seeing that Yun Shu had indeed fallen silent as he expected, Master Cui's beard twitched twice and he continued to mock:
"One night is not enough for the princess to copy ten times?"

"It's really not enough."

A fine of 35,000 yuan for copying in three days is unreasonable in itself!

Yun Shu had wanted to protest yesterday, but he was too scared to say it out loud.

Now that Master Cui had mentioned it himself, she took out the copy she had made last night:
"The student is not good at calligraphy, and writing 3,000 words in one night is already the limit."

"Three thousand."

Master Cui sneered and was about to open his mouth to reprimand him again when his eyes accidentally swept across the punishment copy that Yun Shu took out. His brows suddenly furrowed again.
He took the copy and quickly read it from beginning to end, his face becoming more and more angry:
"It seems that Her Royal Highness the Princess really doesn't take me seriously at all. She even asked someone else to write for her when she was punished to copy!"

(End of this chapter)