The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Chapter 1456 Bet

Cheng Youning also knew that he was a prince, and a man, so he shouldn't ask so many questions when he went to a minister's house. However, his teacher didn't say a word, and he didn't want to sit there bored. "Then Lord Song must have a lot of children."

Hearing this, Song Ruhong felt very embarrassed, "I am unlucky. I only have one son."

Cheng Youning first looked at Song Tingzhi in surprise, then looked at Song Tingzhi's diseased leg, and then tried to control his mouth and curled it up, "I've seen some people marry one wife and have many children and grandchildren, but you have one wife and four concubines, but you only have one child, my teacher!"

Cheng Youning almost said that this only child was still not healthy.

What's the difference between this and having no children? It would be fine if they were few, but she was born with a disease. For a moment, Cheng Youning couldn't figure out what the problem was.

"Yes, the Song family is not prosperous, and I only have this one son."

"Then my teacher must be the apple of the family's eye." When he entered the yard just now, he saw his lame teacher surrounded by a group of women.

Song Ruhong laughed and said, "About the same. My son is good in every way except that he was born with a leg disease. It is precisely because of this that my son has been studying harder than others since he was young."

"The world is not perfect, let alone us humans. There is no perfect person in this world. We are all the same."

Cheng Youning's words did comfort Song Ruhong a lot, but at this time Cheng Youning could no longer sit still. If his teacher didn't teach, he planned to leave.

"If you are not ready to give a lecture today, I will go home and come back tomorrow."

How could Song Tingzhi not be prepared? "Since the students are here, I will test them to see how they study on weekdays."

Cheng Youning had a good grasp of everything he learned, because his teacher was Huang Chenming. Although he seemed to be lecturing casually, he actually taught Cheng Youning some obscure things. There was also an old butler who appeared and disappeared like a ghost every day, and his grandfather Lai Zi checked on him from time to time. His academic performance was no worse than others, but his knowledge and insights were one level lower than those of adults. His grandfather said that he was average.

After asking more than a dozen questions, Cheng Youning's performance made the father and son of the Song family dumbfounded. In their old impression, this person was very naughty, but they didn't expect that this child had really worked hard in studying. Now he really impressed them.

Seeing that he was quite talented, Song Tingzhi naturally would not let him come in vain. How could he be worthy of his student if he didn't learn something?

"I am so young and yet you are so learned. I am happy for you. Since you have chosen me as your teacher, I will teach you something. I will not learn etiquette or the Four Books and Five Classics today. I will teach you something that you don't usually learn."

Cheng Youning nodded. He always learned whatever he was taught and never picked on others. "Please teach me, teacher."

"You and the teacher leave the house."

Classes are not held in the house, but on the street? This is new.

Cheng Youning came here to study, so naturally he had to follow the teacher's arrangements. Whether he was satisfied with the teacher or not was not important for the moment. He wanted to see what his teacher could tell him. If he was not capable, he would still have to find a way to quit this teacher.

Cheng Youning followed Song Tingzhi and walked out closely. His pace was much slower than usual, but Cheng Youning endured it because his teacher had a lame leg.

Walking in the yard, Cheng Youning saw a half-grown child who looked a bit like Song Tingzhi. "Aren't you the only child in the family? Who is that person? Isn't he your younger brother?"

Song Tingzhi followed Cheng Youning's line of sight and smiled, "That's my son."

Song Tingzhi waved to his son and said, "Qianyuan, come here, this is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Qian Yuan meets His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Cheng Youning raised his chin slightly, because this man was taller than him, "How old are you?"

"I'm fifteen."

"Oh, when you were still young, then you are about the same age as Qiao Rong." Cheng Youning looked at Song Qianyuan in front of him, then looked at Qiao Rong beside him, and nodded with satisfaction: "Comparatively speaking, Qiao Rong is still a little taller and stronger."

Song Qianyuan straightened his chest and stretched his neck because of his age. However, Cheng Youning smiled maliciously, "Qiao Rong is still taller. You need to eat more."

"I have a good appetite."

"Then learn from your grandfather Song and practice martial arts every day to strengthen your body and grow taller at the same time."

"I have been practicing martial arts since I was young, so I have some kung fu skills."

Cheng Youning looked Song Qianyuan up and down, and then spoke the truth, "It's good to practice martial arts, but you are not a martial arts genius."

"Although I am mediocre, I study hard and practice diligently, so I am not much worse than others."

Cheng Youning shook his head, meaning that he was not optimistic about him. He could tell whether he was a martial arts genius with extraordinary bones. This person was far from that. "Three of you can't beat one Qiao Rong."

Song Qianyuan is the eldest grandson of the Song family. He has never been looked down upon like this before. He was unwilling to accept this and his stubborn temper came up. "How about a competition?"

"You'll lose anyway, so why bother?" Cheng Youning had intended to dissuade him from competing, but the words that came out of his mouth just added fuel to the fire and stimulated Song Qianyuan.

"That's not necessarily the case."

"Would you like to bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"If you lose, get this prince a big katydid." Cheng Youning had lost two katydids recently, and he was planning to replace them after he got better.

"That's it?"

"What's wrong with that? This prince just likes to raise katydids." Cheng Youning was a good boy who loved to eat, drink, play and study, and he had some accomplishments in every aspect.

Song Tingzhi, who was watching the show on the side, recalled that there was indeed a row of katydid cages hanging under the eaves of the prince's house, but he was not sure whether there were katydids inside.

"Okay, if I lose, I'll get the prince a katydid."

"Deal." Cheng Youning reminded Qiao Rong, "This is our teacher's son. Be careful. Just use 30% of your strength and stop when you're done."

This is a joke, Song Qianyuan's face and neck turned red with anger. The prince looked down on him too much. "Don't be cautious, just fight freely. It's not certain who will win or lose."

Cheng Youning felt that this person was a little ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. He raised his chin and said to Qiao Rong, "Have some fun with him."

Qiao Rong nodded and showed his sword. Song Qianyuan didn't know that Qiao Rong wanted to compete with him in swordsmanship, so he said, "Wait a moment, I'll go get the sword."

Cheng Youning shook his head, "It's obvious that he's not a martial artist."

Song Qianyuan, who had just run two steps, stopped and turned around to ask Cheng Youning: "Why did the prince say that to me?"

Cheng Youning pulled out the soft sword wrapped around his waist and threw it to Song Qianyuan, "We martial artists always keep our swords with us."