Chapter 328： Raising the Emperor (9) (2/2)

”But today's thing is not their fault. I also hope my mother-in-law's grace.” Dongfang pursed her lips, and Jun Xiu's small face with some pleading.

There are no close people around him. These little slaves, although they have no status, usually get his mind very much. This is also the thing he wants to be lazy ... Can you leave them?

”Xiao Qi.” Xia Qiu calmed his tone, but there was no room left in that remark. ”Other things can be discussed, but these people, I will never let go ... Mulan, tell me to order, Take these three down, and take thirty rods out of your house! ”

Shocked, puzzled, unable to forgive ...

Dongfang clenched his hands, watching the little eunuchs desperately begging for mercy, but was dragged down by the little palace maid and a number of guards.

”Mother, I haven't finished my homework today. Now that you have seen it, leave.”

He lowered his eyes, and Dongfang Xu said lowly, but he corrected the case and picked up the ink and paper.

”Mrs. Qiugui, the emperor is the emperor. Since the mother has punished the companions, let's go!”

Here too, Tai Fu Zhao came to salute.

Even if she was a concubine in the harem, Mrs. Zhao was respectful but not polite.

He took Tai Zhao's glance, and looked at the empty Guozi prison around him. He found the case on the right side of Dongfang Aunt, and Xia Qiu sat there.

”Everyone said that Mrs. Zhao is highly respected and knowledgeable. This palace wants to listen to one or two today, just when I don't exist, Mrs. Zhao please!”

Looking at the beaded girl in the palace dress sitting at the back of the case, although young, she was just angry, but the power was a little daunting even for those who used to see Longwei.

Hesitating for a while, Mrs. Zhao didn't say anything, picked up the book, shook his head and started talking about ”National Policy.”

One afternoon, sitting in the Guozi prison.

Xia Qiu was lethargic. Taifu Zhao was very old. He talked and stopped for a while, and sometimes he talked about Xing Chu, let alone the Quotations.

This terrible lethality is definitely more hypnotic than Xia Qiu's political teacher from junior to high school!

When this half-day homework was over, Dongfang Yun was still in a low mood. He silently packed his book bag and pen, ink and paper, and looked at the mother-in-law who was always by his side.

But now he is stunned again.