MTL - The Strong Beauty is a Goddess in Showbiz

 xi Yan: "."

 He is indeed not this material.

He carefully raised his head to observe the expression of the temple priest, and saw her looking over with an indifferent expression: "Finish studying this volume today before leaving."

".yes."

Xi Yan accepted his fate resignedly.

 The temple priest quickly returned to his desk and ignored him.

Xi Yan unfolded the scroll and frowned as he thought about the contents.

 After a moment, he said to the temple priest seriously: "I can't understand."

 The tone is very confident.

He could barely understand most of these ancient characters, but he couldn't figure out the meaning when they were put together.

The temple priest glanced up at him, and then put down the scroll in his hand.

 “He who is a king.”

The calm tone of voice came, and after a brief moment of daze, Xi Yan quickly began to think following the voice of the temple priest.

When the other party's explanation was over, Xi Yan suddenly realized - was the temple priest teaching him the way to be a king? !

 “Master Priest, I—”

 He was about to say that he had no idea about this at all.

As a result, before she could finish her words, the temple priest thrust the scroll she had just studied into his arms.

 Her words were brief: “Classwork.”

ˆ “.”

On the first day of class, Xi Yan, who had returned home with his homework, silently left the priest temple.

And because he couldn't understand, he could only seek explanation from the priests with a shy face. The priests had been practicing and studying all their lives, and they were naturally enthusiastic about answering Xi Yan's rare thirst for knowledge.

 Then Xi Yan was even more confused.

 Because of the lessons given to him by the temple priests, he changed from the way of being a king to the way of a knight.

The priests also expressed some emotion: "I didn't expect that the priest would choose the path of a knight for you."

“The Ninth Prince has always been carefree, perhaps this is what his heart desires.”

ˆ “.”

Xi Yan looked a little confused as he listened to the priests guessing the intentions of the temple priests.

 He always felt that she didn't mean anything like this.

 Later, Xi Yan finally finished studying both scrolls, but was unable to get an answer from the temple priest.

 She only said - "That's a problem for you later."

Thinking of her eyes that could see into illusions and the future and the past, Xi Yan had no choice but to push back all the doubts in his mind.

 The teaching methods of the temple priests were very loose and free, and Xi Yan quickly got used to it after he calmed down to study.

 Then he began to lose control of his nature.

—"My lord, your highness went to a restaurant to meet friends yesterday after resting, and he came back this morning smelling of alcohol."

Duoya stood behind the temple priest, staring at Xi Yan in front of him with bright eyes, and complained openly and openly.

Xi Yan: “?”

He lowered his head and smelled the clothes he had just changed, and retorted confidently: "Duoya, come and smell the smell of alcohol here!"

Duoya snorted softly: "Your Highness, you hurriedly covered up the evidence as soon as you came back. Of course there was none!"

“Then if you have no evidence, wouldn’t you be slandering me?”

The two of them were obviously older than the temple priests, but in front of her they looked like childish and quarrelsome children.

The temple is too lonely and empty, and the temple priests are only accompanied by ancient scrolls and swords all day long, so even if they are naive, they are still happy with it.

Hearing their words becoming more and more exciting, the temple priest slowly raised his head: "Have you got any interesting news?"

As soon as she spoke, the two people who were still bickering stopped in unison.

Xi Yan was very proud and chuckled: "The priest still understands me."

After finishing his words, he asked: "Does your Excellency know about the war on the border?"

The lost territory, no matter how big or small, is surrounded by several coveting neighboring countries. Especially in the past few decades, border conflicts have become more and more intense.

 The temple priest looked at him coolly and said nothing.

".I see."

Xi Yan twitched the corner of his mouth and responded in a self-indulgent manner. The temple priests naturally knew that, after all, even though she lived in seclusion, she still had eyes and ears dedicated to collecting information from the outside world for her.

 And the temple priests could see more just by looking at them.

“Have you ever heard of Si Jin, a general who is invincible in the northwest and is feared by foreigners?”

"Um?"

 The temple priest motioned him to continue with his eyes.

Xi Yan coughed: "I don't have any other meaning. I just heard about him and thought this general was an interesting person and wanted to get acquainted with him."

“When he defeats the invaders and returns victoriously, you can make your acquaintance with him.”

“Hahaha, in these troubled times, the frontier is in trouble. If this general can really intimidate the enemy, he will definitely become a powerful general in the kingdom!”

When the temple priest heard these words, his eyes moved slightly, and then with Xi Yan's frozen expression, he faintly withdrew his gaze.

  “.?”

Xi Yan thought about her reaction just now. Could it be that he really guessed it?

 He did not have time to delve into the matter, because Doya came to report that the king had come to see the temple priest.

 The king must meet with the temple priest regularly, communicate with her to resolve doubts, and provide direction for the future of the kingdom.

Xi Yan couldn't help but think of the fact that his mediocre father's only talent was playing chess, or because it was something he had to learn.

However, even if the king could play chess, it would be difficult for him to understand the secrets contained in the game of chess by the temple priests.

Just at this moment, the king tried his best to control the urge to scratch his head, and stared at the chess game in front of him with a grimace and a frown.

  “.Master Priest, what does this mean?”

The priest of the temple slowly dropped the last piece, forming a desperate situation: "Lord, there are many meanings in this, it depends on how you choose."

 King: "."

 Why is it a choice again?

　　Every time he played chess, the temple priest asked him to make a choice. Every time the king returned, his hair was bald and he could not make any choice.

 He sighed and decided to ask his advisers after he returned.

When the conversation changed, the king remembered another happy thing and couldn't help but share it with the temple priest.

“Master Priest, God bless the lost country, General Si Jin, the commander of the northwest territory, is really an extremely talented general!”

"Oh?" The temple priest's eyes moved slightly, "It seems that the king appreciates him very much."

"Hahaha."

The king was in a happy mood and responded directly, "Of course, General Si Jin has not only regained the cities in the northwest territory, but is also preparing to pursue the victory and frighten the foreigners!"

He only likes to enjoy himself. As for the intrigues in government affairs, he doesn't understand them and doesn't want to engage in them.

 The prerequisite for his enjoyment is the stability of the country. Si Jin provided him with a stable condition. How could the king not value him.

To put it bluntly, as long as Si Jin does not want to usurp the throne, the king can do whatever he wants.

The temple priest nodded calmly: "In this case, I wish this general an early victory."