Chapter 821 Text
Declining to Bow
Hearing his shouts, everyone couldn't help being attracted to Huo Liang and turned around to look at him.
Huo Liang was seen limping and moving carefully. Although his steps looked very urgent, in fact, his speed was not very fast, because his two hands were wrapped in a rag, and he was concentrating on holding a chip that had been chipped at one corner.
The pottery bowl protects the rice water from being spilled.
Tianyu saw him in front of the door and trotted over to help: "Huo Langjun, Zhao Jijiu has woken up, can I get it for you?"
"Are you awake? Hey, hey, good! I have just woken up from the sacrificial wine. I must be hungry. The little man walks too slowly, so I have to trouble the little man!"
Hearing that Zhao Zhen had woken up, Huo Liang was all smiles and without any pretense, he immediately handed the rice soup in his hand to Tianyu.
Looking at the watery rice soup in the bowl, Tianyu's expression didn't change, and he didn't show any strangeness because the pottery bowl was worn out. Huo Liang saw it in his eyes and admired it in his heart.
After receiving the rice soup, Tianyu used a silver needle to test it out of habit, and then quickly brought the pottery bowl into the room.
As expected of a character cultivated by Desolate City, even a guard could be so rigorous. Huo Liang lowered his head and glanced at his stump, revealing a rather sad and bitter smile.
He was originally trained as a nurse by a wealthy family, but unfortunately he offended the Wang family and had one of his right legs broken. Now he can only live in the Imperial Academy, becoming a disabled boy.
However, Zhao Zhen was his savior, and being able to follow him around and take care of him was considered a blessing to him.
Bai Haowen sat in front of the couch, slowly feeding rice soup into Zhao Zhen's mouth one spoon at a time.
With expressions of embarrassment on their faces, Bai Haowen and Li Jinshu said politely: "Thank you so much for today, Your Highness, Princess. Otherwise, I don't know what to do. I will prepare a thank you gift on another day and come to express my gratitude in person. However, the teacher is still weak, so it is not appropriate to do too much."
Xu, whether..."
After saluting Zhao Zhen as a farewell, Li Jinshu led a group of others out of Zhao Zhen's dormitory.
"Bai Siye doesn't need to say much, I understand."
Although the Imperial College is much smaller than other colleges in Beijing, it actually occupies a larger area than an average residential compound.
Zhao Zhen lived in the main courtyard, and the front courtyard was quite spacious. Bai Haowen and Li Jinshu were standing in the courtyard at this time, while Huo Liang was left to serve Zhao Zhen.
After Zhao Zhen finished drinking, he felt tired again. He tried to force himself to open his eyes again and again, but he couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep while sitting down.
I saw Bai Haowen waving his hands repeatedly and declining: "No, no! The teacher must be very relieved that Her Royal Highness the Princess can come to visit the teacher! Besides, Her Royal Highness the Princess also asked someone to treat the teacher's illness, so where can I collect the Princess' things?
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Seeing the two large wooden boxes carried in by four guards and placed in the courtyard, Bai Haowen was quite shocked.
The lid of the box has been opened by the carrier. The box on the left contains some valuable pens, inks, paper and inkstones, while the box on the right contains calligraphy and paintings by famous artists.
In the eyes of literati, these things are much more valuable than gold, silver, and silk!
Bai Haowen has never seen so many calligraphy treasures in his life, but now these things seem so cheap, just like the radishes and cabbages being sold in the market, lying in front of him for you to choose from!
"Bai Siye doesn't need to be so polite to me. Since Bai Siye is a close disciple of our master, he is naturally my junior uncle! I wonder if I am lucky enough to be able to call Bai Siye my junior uncle?"
Chapter completed!