The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1391

Chapter 1391: 675 bags of sacks (one geng)

Xiao Hen helplessly held his forehead.

This girl...

It was impossible to stop her from going; she would agree to it to your face, but the moment you turned around, she’d slip away.

Don’t look at Gu Jiao as the easiest person to talk to at home. That’s because she has an extremely high tolerance for her family. She has a whole other standard for strangers.

The Shaolin Warrior Monk that Han Che, the son of the Han Family, had brought injured all the players from Tianqiong Academy. If she could swallow that insult, she wouldn’t be Gu Jiao.

She is a young wolf, facing an adult tiger; even if she can’t win, she will still tear off a piece of flesh.

This is her fierce nature, carved deep into her bones.

And don’t say to avoid confronting the Han Family to dodge their revenge; from the moment Han Che coveted the title of Horse King, the grudge between them was officially formed.

People from the lower country have no status to speak of in Shang Country. If the Han family desires something, they just take it.

But Gu Jiao is certainly not a lamb to be slaughtered at will.

No one can deprive her of that.

She won’t allow it, and neither will Xiao Hen.

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"This morning’s lesson will end here."

Inside the Genius Class of Lingbo Academy, Master Lv ended the last poem and dismissed the class.

Since they were all children, most had adults come to pick them up.

Little Jingkong was the youngest in the class but also the one who acted most like a little adult. While other children rushed out one after another, he still sat in his seat, calmly packing his book bag.

His so-called packing was randomly stuffing textbooks into it. When he got back, Xiao Hen would have to reorganize it all for him.

Even then, Little Jingkong was incredibly slow at packing, slower than a turtle.

And there was a rule in the Genius Class of the Academy: the students had to leave before the teacher could.

After all, they were children, and it was to prevent any mishaps.

Master Lv sat on the lectern, and as he watched the little guy pack his book bag at a snail’s pace, the dignified Confucian scholar shook his foot anxiously.

He wasn’t hungry, nor did he have an urgent matter to attend to; it was simply the child’s slow motion that was driving him insane.

Just, can’t you be a little faster?

After waiting a bit longer, Master Lv seriously suspected that the time it took to brew half a pot of tea had passed, and the child was still not half done.

Master Lv couldn’t take it anymore and said to Little Jingkong, "Jingkong, let Master help you pack."

Little Jingkong earnestly replied, "No, I should do my own things. I’m not a little child anymore."

Little Jingkong dumped the books out of his bag again: "I can’t find something." _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}