A total of ten people-flash pits were dug.

The disguise above was very realistic. If it weren't for watching him dig a hole there, Zhou Qing would have unimaginable that those disguises were big holes under them.

It looks like it is flat.

Even Li Er, who was born in the shadow, almost fell into the pit.

Zhou Qing asked him what he was doing when he was digging this thing. He said that Pingzi had recovered from his emotions in a few days and he had to give him a big gift to calm him down.

Zhou Qing thought about the MMP that was rolling around for Zhou Ping.

But because this person is her father, I have no nerve to say it.

As a result, after dinner, Li Er suddenly asked Zhou Huaishan whether he had finished the exercise after class, Zhou Huaishan was stunned on the spot.

Zhou Qing almost exploded on the spot.

From the time I found out that I had not written my homework, Zhou Huaishan had been rolling on the bed for half an hour.

"If you don't get up again, it's dawn. Do you have to stay up late to write?" Zhou Qing said angrily, "If you have half of your thoughts in learning, you can't be like this when you dig a hole."

Zhou Huaishan bent his body and looked miserable, "Daughter, it's not that I can't get up, it's not that I'm lazy. I seem to be sick. Really, I seem to be really sick."

Zhou Qing looked at Zhou Huaishan suspiciously.

Zhou Huaishan lay there miserably.

"Daughter, I'm really a little dizzy and a little breathless. Otherwise, you can hire a doctor for me.

I'm not pretending to be sick, I'm really sick."

Just as he was talking, Shen Li came back from outside.

When he heard this, he immediately asked someone to go to the Imperial Hospital to invite someone.

As a result, the Imperial Hospital Hospital had just come out of the Dali Temple Palace and had not yet entered the palace, when he met Shen Li's people, and turned around and was brought over.

Inside the house.

Zhou Huaishan lay pitifully on the bed. The envoy of the Imperial Hospital nodded at Shen Li, turned his head and went straight to the bed.

I rolled my eyelids, called my pulse, and looked at the tongue coating.

The Imperial Hospital Sighed gently.

Zhou Huaishan's eyes widened, and he grabbed the arm of the Imperial Hospital Hospital, "Do I have some terminal illness?"

Zhou Qing's heart tightened and he also surrounded him.

The Imperial Hospital Hospital patted Zhou Huaishan's back of his hand and glanced at the unfinished homework piled on the table.

"My eldest grandson also had this symptom yesterday, that is, he didn't finish writing the after-class exercises, and it was fine after finishing it."

Zhou Huaishan...

He blinked and stared at the Imperial Hospital Hospital.

I suspect you are connoting me.

The Imperial Hospital Hospital envoy smiled and said, "I will prescribe two pairs of calm medicine for you. Take it, and wait until the Imperial College courses are completed, and you will have a good night's sleep. You will be fine tomorrow."

Zhou Huaishan slowly looked at the thick stack of schoolwork on the table.

Oh shit!

Is this the amount of time that I can have a good sleep after writing this evening?

I suspect I can't finish writing until dawn tomorrow!

After grabbing the arm of the Imperial Hospital Hospital, Zhou Huaishan was about to cry, "Well, take a look, am I really having a terminal illness?"

The expectant little look made the Imperial Hospital Hospital unable to bear it anymore.

"Don't worry, you are as strong as a cow and will not be sick. At least, if there are no accidents in the past year, you are unlikely to be sick."

Zhou Huaishan almost blurted out his words.

Is this human word?

Didn’t this block his all-year pretending to be sick?

After examining Zhou Huaishan's pulse, Shen Li casually said, "Would you like to enter the palace or go back to the house? I'll have someone give you a gift."

The Imperial Hospital Hospital envoy packed the small medicine box and said, "I have to report back to His Majesty when entering the palace, and the wife of the Dali Temple Minister's Mansion."

Zhou Qing looked over after hearing this.

Chen Li glanced at Zhou Qing and said, "How?"

The Imperial Hospital Hospital tugged at the corner of his mouth, "There is no disease. Maybe there is something difficult to do recently and it's just a lie."

After saying that, he glanced at Zhou Huaishan.

Zhou Huaishan almost jumped up from the bed.

What do you think I'm doing?

Imperial Hospital Hospital...

I took a padded cotton towel.

Zhou Huaishan...

fart!

Why do you look at me with a cotton towel?

Imperial Hospital Hospital...

He looked at Zhou Huaishan in shock, turned his head and decisively lifted his foot away.

If he stayed there, he was afraid that Zhou Huaishan would jump up and threaten him, so he had to diagnose him with a disease.

That's how his eldest grandson did it.

In order not to study, he forced him to diagnose a disease and took three days off.

Zhou Huaishan was ordered to study. He could get rid of fake illness for his eldest grandson but did not have the courage to open it to Zhou Huaishan.

Chen Li personally sent the hospital envoy to leave.

As soon as they left, Zhou Qing looked at Zhou Huaishan with a faint look.

Zhou Huaishan sat on the bed with a quilt in his arms.

"Daughter, you look at me like this makes me feel insecure. I feel a little bit like a sheep in my mouth."

Zhou Qing slapped the table and said, "Come down and write!"

Zhou Huaishan pouted and reluctantly left his bed.

"Daughter, I'm a little thirsty."

Zhou Qing stared at Zhou Huaishan.

Zhou Huaishan licked his lips and sat down at the table, "It's okay not to drink water, so you can ask the kitchen to prepare a midnight snack for me. After all, I don't know when I will write it."

The way he spoke was very aggrieved.

Zhou Qing said, "Okay, you write it, I'll let the kitchen do it."

"I want to eat steamed crab paste, eat crystal shrimp dumplings, drink pigeon soup, eat mahjong, eat..."

Zhou Qing just felt that if she continued to listen, she would have to die.

"Write it, ancestors, stop talking, go to bed early after writing, ah!"

Zhou Huaishan's voice stopped abruptly, rolled his grievances, and started to write while piled up homework.

Zhou Qing originally wanted to leave, but after thinking about Zhou Huaishan's study status, he took a look at the homework at that table, and finally stayed.

She was afraid that when she left, Zhou Huaishan turned his head and fell asleep.

To be honest, Zhou Qing can’t do the homework of the Imperial College.

She is not like the heroine in the novel. She can instantly open up the Ren and Du meridians after traveling through time, and can write poems and fu.

She didn't get this golden finger. (It's probably not the author's biological son)

She can't write eight-legged essays, and she can't even understand the format of eight-legged essays.

but!

It won't mean she is illiterate.

The first homework written by Zhou Huaishan was a short essay on propositions.

Let’s discuss the topic of canal transportation.

Of course, in the format of eight-legged essays.

The most common topic of canal transportation is the analysis of the pros and cons of canal transportation.

Our uncle from Shan is so good that he wrote a thesis on traveling around the mountains and rivers, and the focus was on how delicious it was to eat the fish you were fishing on the boat.
To be continued...