Copywriting: The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods! Xu Zishou is one of the most talented people in Yangzhou. "The body under the yellow robe moved slightly, and the man closed the bamboo scroll in his hand, "Tell me, what will happen if I use this person to train those brats..."
"I am the crown prince, sir, you must be considerate of me and give me less homework. This is the pillar of talent that loves the country and cherishes the people. "The ten-year-old prince spoke seriously.
"Sir, do you know the situation in the DPRK? Do you really think that the second brother can go on peacefully as the prince? "The nine-year-old third prince whispered softly into his ear.
"What's so good about this sophisticated thing? It's not as exciting as killing enemies on the battlefield..." The tenth prince threw the book on the ground with disdain.
"Sir..."
"Pa—" A clear and powerful sound silenced the small academy. Xu Zishou looked at the jagged carrot heads in front of him, and was so frightened that he stared at the broken wooden ruler on the table. He said with satisfaction, "Ten times, no bargaining allowed. "