Li Xian slapped his thigh and laughed, "It's amazing!"

"Why didn't I expect such a good idea!"

Fan Xian complained: Of course you can't imagine it, because you didn't use your brain at all.

"That is best if your highness can approve it."

OK OK OK OK I have the idea out and my task has been completed. Next, I can always have a good meal.

The water shield soup is cold. I had known it before, so I should have eaten this one first. The thorny chopped fish is raw, so I don’t have to worry about putting it on.

What a pity!

"Fan Xian, you eat first, I'll copy a copy now!"

"Linniang, come!"

“Help grind it!”

"What?"

"Now start writing?"

Pei Fan first hugged his little job tightly and looked at Li Xian anxiously.

Li Xian had long since noticed his eyes. He was walking towards the study excitedly. Now he started writing, but is there still time?

Sure enough, filial piety is a lie!

Since I have always wanted to get my mother's favor, why not prepare in advance? Didn't the ancients have the tradition of learning stories of filial sons?

Li Xian is not young anymore. Has he never put in this effort? No wonder he can't get any benefits from Wu Meiniang.

It's purely normal.

Even if the mother is kind and filial to the son, it must be expressed in time. This is like a modern relationship between men and women. The three words I love you are often spoken by my words.

A filial son like Li Hong and the one who is still very popular with Wu Meiniang, Pei Fanxian wanders around the East Palace all day long, and often sees the filial son scriptures on his desk, and he writes a few words if he has nothing to do.

Is this kind of thing written for yourself?

Of course not!

Of course, it is for the purpose of offering it to the emperor and empress. It can be seen that even the crown prince, who is very confident in his parents' love, must show it from time to time so that the emperor and empress can understand their feelings.

Even if Li Hong is like this, it is incredible that a poor student like Li Xian has never paid attention to this matter.

However, as the saying goes, if you don’t sharpen your guns in the face of battle, you will be alone. Maybe Li Xian will be able to hit a dead mouse in this case.

Regardless of it, food is the highest pursuit of life. Pei Fan first held the food and food, as if no one was around.

Lao Pei had excellent psychological quality. After Li Xian left, the servants and servants from Prince Pei's mansion gradually surrounded him.

They seemed to be paying attention to the treasured animals in the zoo, staring at Pei Fanxian like a giant panda, and were amazed at his thick skin.

"Why is he still eating!"

"That's right, your highness has stood up!"

"He can still eat it, I still have to clean up the table!"

"So thick-skinned!"

"Indeed, why don't we invite him up?"

The whispers of the servants and maids poured into Pei Fanxian's ears bit by bit, but he did not respond at all.

Let them say go!

How could he get two pounds of meat?

Thick-skinned, you can eat the whole world!

"Who is going?" The maids' discussions started again. Pei Fanxian listened with interest, and the chopsticks kept stopping.

The little ladies are all tender and courageous. Although they have never seen much of the world, their sixth sense is quite keen.

You can tell from a distance that Pei Wenxue, who is a big eater, is a tough character.

They all shook their heads and no one wanted to go.

Look, I've given you a chance, but you are not sure.

Pei Fan glanced at them first, and the little ladies immediately retracted their curious eyes and were at a loss.

In this world, the delicious food and beautiful scenery cannot be disappointed. There is no way, Pei Fan first picked up the small bowl and smiled at the little ladies, "I'll go find your highness, you can clean up!"

A little maid in pink came forward and raised her hand and pointed: "You still have a bowl in your hand!"

"I think you've eaten almost the same food, so it's better to let us take it away together!"

I saw the little lady in pink frowning slightly and her big watery eyes showed her resentment. Pei Fanxian looked at her curiously.

She is worthy of being a maid from the royal family. She is a little more courageous than the free girl in the city and has a very thick waist.

Although Lao Pei is not a court official, he is still an official at all. They don’t say they respect him a little, and they are actually quite domineering.

"You just need to clean up. When I want to let go, I will naturally let it go. Then I will ask you to find these pairs of bowls and chopsticks."

After saying that, he floated away with a small bowl. As for where to finish eating and where to put the porcelain bowl, of course they could not know.

"He...how could he do this!"

"Sister, are we really going to find the dishes and chopsticks he used?" A timid girl asked beside the little lady in pink.

"Of course we have to find it. The Saint is coming in the afternoon. We must clean up the courtyard!"

"If they see dirty dishes and chopsticks, we will not have any good results!"

The lady in pink looked at Pei Fanxianxiaoyao's figure and clenched her teeth. Who is this person!

Really shameless!

Mr. Pei, who was walking with his back to them, said to himself: What is shame?

Can it be eaten?

The Filial Son Sutra is a collection of stories about filial sons and daughters in ancient times. Speaking of this, the status of ancient women is really unbearable.

Let’s use the content of the Filial Son Sutra as an example. Although the stories of filial sons account for the majority, the stories of one or two filial daughters are also involved.

But when they were assembled into a book, their names were gone. A whole book was divided into several books and named the Sutra of Filial Sons.

The same thing happened in the Twenty-Four Histories that have been passed down to the modern times. In ancient times, righteous husbands and polite women were ranked together, and the emphasis was on men sacrificing themselves for righteousness and women abide by their reputations.

But when they were writing their stories seriously, all the good men were famous, but even if the historians gave them face and recorded their deeds, they still had no names.

In history, they were marked as XX wives and XX girls. Although they made achievements worthy of writing among ancient values, they were just subordinate items to their fathers and husbands, and they did not have their own names.

Lao Pei is a modern outsider. Whenever he thinks of these things, he will feel a surge of pity.

The lambs surrounded by the fence will not know their fate to be slaughtered, and may be grateful to the fence and help them resist the attack of the wolves.

When you are in it, you will naturally not have a personal feeling about your pain.

Just like these little maids who are playing and laughing, they might think they are happy. In fact, this is true. Although these people do not have formal ancestry, they are completely dependent on the life of the royal palace and are considered private property of the royal palace.

But their life is free of food and clothing, and what people value most is the real life. In the current rich life, it is quite difficult to let them imagine their historical positioning in this era and even the future.

Therefore, the spirit of being prepared for danger in times of peace is so valuable.

Forget it!

So what if you make things difficult for them?
Chapter completed!