Chapter 113 Qian Fanji’s Nephew


    She has never seen any good looks before, but they are not as good as Sang Zhi. She is only twelve years old and her appearance is enough to predict how handsome she will be when she grows up in the future.


    It''s just that he is too weak and needs to be exercised.


    How to train a little old-fashioned girl from a weak beauty to a strong man, it seems that we still need to make a plan.


    “That’s where today’s lesson ends.”


    Master Zhang collected the books.


    ?Sang Rui heard that get out of class was over and turned to look behind him with hatred.


    Master Zhang noticed it and coughed slightly worriedly: "Will you come with me?"


    Senior sister…


    He really couldn''t scream.


    Hearing this, all the students looked towards the back.


    Master, it’s so strange today, being so kind to a little baby?


    ?Ye Qianning stared at the little old-fashioned man seriously. The more he looked at his lucky star, the more beautiful he became.


    “Ahem!” Master Zhang coughed heavily, and he couldn’t call her by her name, so he was a little embarrassed to call out to her, senior sister.


    “Master is calling you.” A trace of red appeared on Sang Zhixiang’s prim face.


    “Huh?” Ye Qianning raised his head.


    “Do you want to come with me?” Master Zhang asked again.


    “No need, Sang Zhi and I will be together.”


    Sang Zhi?


    ?Everyone was shocked again. Although the eighth prince was not favored, he was still a prince, and no one dared to call him by his first name.


    Master Zhang thought for a moment, and then said to everyone: "Private fights are prohibited in the academy. Remember the rules. Don''t stir up trouble."


    “Yes, Master.”


    ?Everyone responded, but Sang Rui was indignant.


    "Seventh Prince, you can hear me." The Seventh Prince was usually arrogant and cliquey, so Master Zhang was worried that he would cause trouble for the little boy.


    “I heard it.” Sangrui said angrily. Zhang Fuzi took the books and walked out of the school three times. He didn’t know what the little kid was thinking about choosing this course.


    As soon as the Master left, the students started making a fuss and gathered around the seats at the back.


    “Which family are you a little kid from?”


    “How old are you, and you went to Loushan Academy?”


    “You are really good, but I have never seen Master be so tolerant to anyone.”


    Children aged 12 or 13 are very curious about Ye Qianning no matter what they say to me.


    "My father''s name is Xiang Minghou, and he is a great general." Ye Qianning straightened up and spoke in a soft voice.


    “It turns out that General Xiang belongs to the family. I heard that General Xiang was very brave in killing enemies on the battlefield.” A boy answered with an excited expression.


    ??Only the boy answered the question. The others fell silent after hearing the words, looked at each other and returned to their seats.


    ?Hang Minghou has very few contacts with the aristocratic family. He speaks outright and has made many enemies. There are also many rumors about the sudden appearance of a baby in the general''s mansion.


    ??I thought he had a noble status, but I didn''t expect that he was just a kid from the countryside, which immediately made some people who wanted to join him lose interest.


    “My father can wield a sword weighing several hundred kilograms. Cutting off a person’s head is like cutting a leek.” Ye Qianning stood on the chair with one step of her calf.


    “Seriously?” The boy’s eyes lit up.


    “Of course, otherwise there would be no one to invade the border.”


    "When I grow up in the future, I will also join General Xiang''s military camp." The boy yearned for it.


    Ye Qianning tightened her lips, with a look of appreciation, and put her small hands on the boy''s shoulders: "You have ideals, what is your name? I will tell my dad later and let him remember you."


    “Qianzhuye.” The boy was surprised.


    Your last name is Qian?


    Ye Qianning frowned. As far as she knew, there was only one family named Qian in Kyoto. Could this child be...


    “Are you from the Qian Shangshu family?”


    "Qian Shangshu is my uncle, and my father has no fame in the court." Qian Zhuye said.


    (End of this chapter)