Traveling through the battle with the evil emperor: the queen is too hard to pet

Chapter 177 Playing Games Together 3
Ask Xia Xiaowei: "Are all these questions thought up by your Xueshan tribe?"

Xia Xiaowei's face was uglier than an eggplant beaten by Shuang.

This guy mentioned the Snow Mountain Clan so quickly, why didn't he say that Xia Xiaowei thought of it?It's so contemptuous.

Is she so retarded in his eyes?

Although, these problems are indeed what she saw from the Internet.

He answered vaguely, neither saying yes nor no.

"You are very good, Your Majesty. You can answer in no time." Xia Xiaowei's words were sincere.

Bei Qinghan said nonchalantly: "When the Taifu was teaching in the past, he often brought up some topics for me to debate. Now, it is even more necessary to fight wits with the officials."

Xia Xiaowei lost half of her admiration for Bei Qinghan at once. It turned out that she was trained from childhood, no wonder.

In fact, the ancients didn't only know about memorization.

In her time and space, there have been many debaters in ancient times, and there are debate topics that have been passed down through the ages, such as the famous "white horse is not a horse" and so on.

Thinking about it this way, it's not surprising that Bei Qinghan would answer these questions.

But at the same time, the sympathy for Bei Qinghan increased a bit.

Especially thinking of what he said just now about being a loner, has he never really enjoyed the life of an ordinary kid?
Xia Xiaowei asked: "Your Majesty, you have been studying with the Taifu since you were a child. Is there no one to play with you?"

Bei Qinghan replied: "Since I was four years old, I started to study with the Taifu. Usually there are no playmates in the palace. Even if they do, they dare not be too presumptuous in front of me. Only Qingchen has the best relationship with me." .However, there are too many rules in the palace, and there are only a handful of times when we have fun together."

Xia Xiaowei sighed, although she was just a child of an ordinary family, her childhood was much happier than Bei Qinghan's.

Suddenly there was an urge to let Bei Qinghan have fun for a while.

Recalling the small games he usually played, he suggested: "Your Majesty, let's play a game."

"what game?"

"Well, punching can be regarded as guessing the order of drinking. We can replace wine with tea."

"Guess the drinking order? I'm not interested, it's too much brain work."

(End of this chapter)