Chapter 115: royal master’s cousin

Thatched House Academy is the closest academy to Woniu Village, less than 100 meters away from the ferry on the other side of the river.

The children in Woniu Village take a boat from their home to the ferry, get off the boat and walk to the academy, all in less time than a stick of incense.

If you can't study nearby, you will waste time on the road back and forth.

In winter, the snowy roads are slippery and the roads are difficult to walk on. Morning and night, the sky is dark, adults are not at ease.

When Su Hu and his wife received a letter from the old village head, they were so anxious that they couldn't live in the county anymore, so they rushed back the same day.

When the couple entered the door worriedly, Su Qingluo and Wang Meng were having fun in the forest with three big dogs. They were so carried away that they didn't go home after dark.

The two were very anxious, and braved the biting cold wind in the cold night of winter, and went into the mountains to search.

Fortunately, at the foot of the mountain, I met three big dogs having fun in the snow and a cheerful figure running towards me. I just breathed a sigh of relief and put the heart hanging in my throat back into my stomach.

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Back to the warm and pleasant home with a strong fire, after dinner, Su Qingluo nestled in Li Xiu'e's arms like a bird returning to its nest, chattering non-stop.

He told all the interesting things that happened in the village during the time when his parents were not at home.

At the end of the day, looking up at his nimble little head, he asked puzzledly: "Mom, why did you and dad come back? Didn't you say that you want to live with brother until the spring term of Mingshui College, and then come back after signing up for brother?"

"Your brother is not in a hurry, he is the top of the list in the provincial examination, and all the colleges are vying for him."

Li Xiu'e's eyebrows and eyes were filled with unresolved anxiety: "The key is you. The old village chief sent a letter saying that there are no places for spring semester at the cottage academy. Mother was anxious, so I hurried back with your father to ask you the meaning of?"

"Oh, my brother is famous and my sister suffers!"

Su Qingluo knew the ins and outs of the kingfisher since she was a child, shaking her head like a little adult, smiling coquettishly and jokingly.

"You, you are still in the mood to joke, mother is dying of anxiety."

Li Xiu'e smiled and cast a glance at her.

"Mom, don't worry."

Su Qingluo rolled his eyes, and a flash of light flashed in his mind: "When Xuan'er comes back, this matter will be perfectly resolved."

"Why wait for Xuan'er to come back?" Li Xiu'e was puzzled.

"Mom, think about it, what do those wealthy households rely on to get places in school?"

Su Qingluo smiled meaningfully: "It's nothing more than power and money. In today's world, in terms of power, no one can compare to the royal family. Xuan'er is the prince. It's not easy to borrow his name and get a place in school. "

"That's right, mother didn't think of it."

Li Xiu'e's brows stretched, and she smiled knowingly: "As soon as Xuan'er came back, Mother told Feng Feng Jiuyu about it, and they both called mother a cousin in the face, so it shouldn't be wrong to do something for her."

"Clack!"

Su Qingluo laughed happily when she heard what her mother said was interesting.

Cousin of the royal master, mighty!

"Sister Yu, when Mother comes back this time, there is one more thing."

The couple were happy talking, and Li Xiu'e took out a note from her close-fitting pocket and handed it to her youngest daughter.

"This is the list of royal rewards copied by sister Qiao. Your father and I have calculated it together. You saved the little prince, and the rewards belong to you. Everything is hidden under the plane tree in the county house. When you grow up, As a dowry for you."

A thousand taels of gold, a pair of jade ruyis, a pair of jasper bracelets, a pair of jade Pixiu, a string of tourmalines, a string of oriental beads...

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