All-Rounded Strategy Game

Xiao Qiheng looked at the pawns on the chessboard. In this game, Jiang Li still stumbled at first. Although he didn't look like a beginner, he wasn't much better. It was because of this that he was taken care of. At that time, he had fallen into the opponent's trap and was surrounded by enemies. Even if he tried to turn the tide, he still lost half of the game.

After rubbing the chess pieces in his hand twice, Xiao Qiheng looked at the smiling little **** on the opposite side. He felt like he was being played, but he couldn't get angry for some reason: "Will it be a little bit?"

"Really knows a little bit." Jiang Li used his thumb and index finger to draw a little distance. "The main thing is that His Royal Highness teaches well. It's all His Majesty's credit, and the slave is also a fluke."

Listening to the words that he got cheaper and still behaved, Xiao Qiheng hummed and threw the chess pieces back on the chessboard. While adjusting his wide cuffs, he said, "Let's talk about it, what rewards do you want."

"The minion wants a name." Jiang Li said.

"Name?" Xiao Qiheng paused and looked up at him. He thought that Jiang Li would want money or something, but he didn't expect it to be a name?

"Yeah!" Jiang Li was sitting in jeopardy, put away his smile, looked at him seriously, and said, "His Royal Highness, there is a name before the slave enters the palace. It was taken by the slave's mother. It has a very important meaning. The queen of the palace was wiped out, and I beg your Highness to allow the slave to use his original name."

"Are you not asking for money?" Xiao Qiheng asked strangely.

Jiang Li shook his head: "The slave's parents have passed away. There is only one widow in the family. Asking for money is of no use. Moreover, the slave is fortunate to be able to serve his Highness, eat, drink and live. As long as His Highness does not drive the slave away, the slave will be very satisfied. NS."

Xiao Qiheng discovered that this little liar was not only glib, but also good at flattering. He could blow out a flower at any word: "You can speak."

"The minions are telling the truth, and the conscience of heaven and earth can be learned..."

"Okay." Xiao Qiheng interrupted him, not wanting to listen to his nonsense, and asked: "Let's talk about it, what's the name?"

"Jiang Li." Jiang Li put away his joking thoughts, watching him say word by word, "The minion's real name is Jiang Li."

When he said the word "Jiang Li", Xiao Qiheng's hand moved slightly, as if something flashed through his mind, but there was no time to catch it.

"... Jiang Li."

Xiao Qiheng muttered his name in a low voice, and his brows slowly closed. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what that feeling was. He seemed to be familiar with the name, but he had no impression.

"His Royal Highness." Jiang Li has been observing his reaction, not sure whether he has memories of previous lives, and asked softly, "Have your Royal Highness heard of this name?"

"No." Xiao Qiheng pressed his eyebrows lightly, suppressing the inexplicable weird feeling, and asked, "Why do you ask? Should I have heard it?"

Although he was prepared, Jiang Chenli could not help but feel a little lost when he denied it.

The system has accompanied Jiang Li through three worlds, knowing how deep his feelings for the male lead is, and comforted him: "Master host, please don't be sad. It should be yours and it's always yours."

Jiang Li chuckled softly in his heart when he heard the words, but he was still calm on his face. He smiled at Xiao Qiheng's slightly probing eyes, and then exposed the question: "No, it's just a slave mother who said this name. It's more ordinary, so I think your Royal Highness might have heard it."

At this point, he stopped for a while before pulling the topic back to the right way: "Then your Highness can grant the request of a slave?"

Xiao Qiheng met his unconcealed eyes, thinking that it was just a name, not a big deal, so he said, "It's up to you."

To be able to use his real name, no need to listen to the real painful term "little ion", Jiang Li showed joy, jumped up from the collapse, bowed to Xiao Qiheng ninety degrees, and said in a grateful tone: " Minion Jiang Li, thank you, Your Highness! Your Highness, you are such a good person!"

Xiao Qiheng: "..." Why do these words sound so familiar?

After thanking you, Jiang Chengqing asked happily: "His Royal Highness, do you still want to play chess?"

"..."

Xiao Qiheng glanced at the chessboard, with an imperceptible dislike in his eyes, and he wiped the situation above, with an unpleasant voice: "It's no more, go and get my book."

Seeing his slightly naive behavior, Jiang Li's lips twitched slightly, amused at this familiar behavior, and he responded: "Yes, your majesty." After speaking, he turned and walked to the sleeping hall.

Xiao Qiheng looked up at his back, with a touch of exploration of Jiang Li and doubts about himself in his eyes.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell. From the very beginning, he seemed to have a particularly high tolerance for Jiang Li. No matter how Jiang Li was playing, he always felt that Jiang Li would not harm him.

Jiang Li fetched the book Xiao Qiheng asked for, and saw that he was already picking up a chess piece on the chessboard. He stepped forward and handed the book to him with both hands: "His Royal Highness, see you Si Tie."

Xiao Qiheng: "..."

Seeing that he was not answering, Jiang Li cried out suspiciously, "Your Highness?"

Xiao Qiheng felt a headache, and pointed to the book in his hand: "What book are you saying again?"

"See you, Si Tie." Jiang Li was inexplicably, "isn't it written on it?"

Xiao Qiheng: "...it's called Siqinjian."

"Huh?" Jiang Li was taken aback, staring at the three words on the cover for a while, wrinkling his nose, and said with a little shame, "Acknowledged wrong."

Although he mistakenly recognized one of them, he still recognized two of them. Xiao Qiheng looked at him as literate, and asked, "Are you literate?"

Jiang Li said, "Know a little bit."

Xiao Qiheng's forehead bounced with blue veins, thinking of the chess game he had just lost, his face was black: "Tell the truth."

"It's really just a little bit." Jiang Li looked at him as if he didn't believe it, and quickly explained, "The slave has a poor family and can't go to school. "

Having said that, his face was disappointed, as if he was very sorry for not going to school.

Xiao Qiheng's gaze fell on his face, remembering that he had said that he was fourteen years old this year, but seeing his clever look when he saw people, talk, talk, talk, and talk, he must have been in this palace for a long time before he became successful. In this way, he should be very young when he was doing miscellaneous work in the school.

As the saying goes, the children of the poor take care of their families early. Xiao Qiheng didn't feel any strange about this, but just asked him: "Will you write your name?"

"Yes!" Jiang Li looked proud, and his loss was wiped out. "The first thing the minion learned was his name. It was taught by the teacher of the school. He also praised the minion for writing well."

There was a slight compliment in his words, Xiao Qiheng couldn't hear it, but he raised his chin: "Go, write it down and have a look."

There is also a small study room in the main hall, which has all kinds of pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

"Master host, be careful not to show your stuff." The system reminded him aloud.

"Don't worry, little question." Jiang Li replied in his heart while studying ink.

After studying the ink, he picked up the brush and dipped it a little, and wrote his name on the rice paper laid out on the desk.

System: "..." Your gesture of holding a pen really resembles a person who only knows a little bit.

After Jiang Li finished writing, when the ink dries a little, he happily took it to Xiao Qiheng to see: "Your Majesty, the slave is finished!"

Xiao Qiheng took it, lowered his eyes, and fixed his eyes on the two crooked characters on the paper.

The upper and lower halves of the word "Jing" are like a yellow river separated by a yellow river. People who don't know can see it as two words at a glance, and the word "li" is not much better. The whole is invisible and boneless.

Xiao Qiheng watched it for half a minute, trying to see what advantages these two words that couldn’t bear to look directly at it could make the teacher boast a good word, and finally he came to a conclusion that the old liar taught it. A little liar, all nonsense!

"His Royal Highness?" Jiang Li looked at him holding the paper without saying a word, and asked Ai Ai, "Are you shocked by the words of a slave? In fact, the writing is generally good, far worse than your highness."

"..." Xiao Qiheng looked up at him and threw the paper in his hand back into his arms, "I was shocked by the thick skin of your city wall."

Jiang Li was taken aback for a moment: "Huh? Is it badly written?"

He took the rice paper and looked at it several times. Finally, his entire shoulders collapsed as if discouraged. He said in a sad tone: "The slave is poor at home and can't go to school. He just studied with his husband for a few days, and then he didn't enter the palace. I have a chance to learn. If there is a chance now, the minion will definitely study hard, so that he can share the worries for His Royal Highness."

"Worry for the loneliness?" Xiao Qiheng raised his eyebrows, not understanding how he was pulling him, but he also felt like he was digging a hole again.

"Of course." Jiang Li nodded, "If the minion is literate, when his highness is tired from reading, the minion will be able to read and listen to his highness, so that his highness can rest more."

Xiao Qiheng: "..." It seems to be true.

"It's a pity that the slaves don't have this blessing and can't help His Highness." Jiang Li sighed and blamed himself, "All slaves are useless, and there is no help at all. If Your Highness..."

"Okay." Xiao Qiheng interrupted his self-pity, "begin to follow me to read and write tomorrow."

Jiang Li was waiting for this sentence, his eyes lit up, fearing that he would repent and give thanks without saying anything: "Thank you, your lord! You are really a good person!!"

Xiao Qiheng: "..."

The word "good" came out of Jiang Li's mouth. Xiao Qiheng always felt it was not so right. He waved his hand, not wanting to see him dangling in front of him: "Okay, get out and practice your name."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Jiang Li paid the ceremony and was about to go to the small study to practice calligraphy. As soon as he turned around, he heard Xiao Qiheng say: "Practice a hundred sheets of paper before sunset. If you lose one, you will double."

Jiang Li staggered and almost fell.

The system whispered: "Master host, it's overturned."

Jiang Li: "...shut up."

In this world setting, the original body is illiterate, but this is really inconvenient for Jiang Li. He just mispronounced the title of the book on purpose. He wanted to use this to ask the Prince to allow himself to read and learn braille, no Thinking that the other party would take the initiative to teach himself, this is really an unexpected gain.

What was even more unexpected was that when the other party opened his mouth, he would write a hundred sheets of paper, which made him want to write a standard block letter plus a cursive script on the other side's face.

"What are you doing while standing?" Xiao Qiheng frowned as he watched him standing still.

"Go right away."

Jiang Lipi replied without a smile, and walked quickly to the small study, thinking that people have to bow their heads under the eaves, I will bear it.

However, Jiang Li had no idea that these hundred sheets of paper were just the beginning. From that day on, Xiao Qiheng asked him to read, practice calligraphy, and learn poetry every day.

Although Jiang Li knows how to calligraphy, he just writes when he is interested in his spare time. Where can he write endlessly like he is doing tasks every day, and reading is not as foolish as playing chess. In order not to show his feet, he Acting as a student who just went to school with due diligence, he was so sick of his heart that he had to show a diligent and studious look on his face.

In addition, the poetry of this dynasty is somewhat different from the poetry of the previous world. He is equivalent to learning it again from the beginning, and Xiao Qiheng is very strict in teaching, which causes him to think about poems or words every day.

After half a month, Jiang Li thought of the days when he had made up lessons for Chi Fang.

On this day, Xiao Qiheng checked Jiang Li's copybook and found that in just half a month, his handwriting had improved a lot, and every stroke gave a vaguely flowing feeling.

Sure enough, as he thought, Jiang left school very quickly.

Putting the copybook aside, he routinely asked Jiang Li to recite poems.

Jiang Li did not recite as usual, but suggested: "His Royal Highness, how boring it is to recite a poem with barebacks. The minion has been recitation for half a month, and I must be annoyed by you. In this way, the minion will recite a tongue twister from your hometown. Bar."

Xiao Qiheng: "Tongue twister?"

"Listen well!" Jiang Li took a deep breath and said very quickly, "The eight hundred pacesetters rushed to the North Slope artillery side by side to run the artillery to the north for fear that they would touch the pacesetter and the artillery!"

Xiao Qiheng: "..."

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