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Chapter 59 The Dark Prime Minister vs. The Prince in the Cold Palace 6
"There are differences between humans and gods, but not between humans." She straightened up and looked down at him. "We are all just a grain of sand in nature, experiencing birth and death, separation and reunion, some are born as nobles, some are born as slaves, but our mouths, noses, hearts and spleens are all the same, aren't they?"

"Maybe you are not as good as the workers. They can build houses and cast utensils. Can you?"

Situ Jing pondered and shook his head, "No."

He had never heard such remarks before. Even in the cold palace, all he had seen were intrigues and struggles. Once defeated, they would be trampled to death, and they were no better than ants on the ground.

"People often say that gods give their words, and that gods are the most open-minded. But I used to not believe it," he sighed.

"You shouldn't believe it." She changed the subject again, "What I said is my opinion, which may be helpful to you but not much at the moment. It will only be helpful when you are really in power.

“Although there is not much difference between people, under the system of the Yuye Dynasty, people are born different. Having power means being superior to others and being able to do more things. You should have a deep understanding of this.

“After all, you are a typical example of someone with a good background but a bad fate.

"I said this just to tell you one thing—"

Her change of expression made the little Situ Jing a little confused. Seeing that she was deliberately keeping him in suspense, he tactfully asked, "What's the matter?"

"You have no power now, and you deserve to be bullied by a palace maid like me. Go and mend the wall!" The girl suddenly took out a wooden bucket and a brush and pushed them against his chest.

"Oh." He took it with grievance, but after walking a few steps he stopped and looked back, "Sister Fairy is a fairy, not a palace maid. I will never let Sister Fairy be a palace maid in the future!"

What a sweet little mouth.

Ling Mo looked at him, his pretending to be serious expression almost unable to hold up.

For the sake of convenience, she was too lazy to change clothes every time the soul state came, and just welded the palace maid's uniform to her body.

As a result, he still makes a fuss about me just because I made a joke.

With a wave of her hand, she changed into a light blue tulle dress, which matched her beautiful face, making her look even more radiant, making this simple palace look sparkling.

"Okay, get to work."

Situ Jing swallowed secretly, looked away with difficulty, and walked outside.

There was a pile of soil in the bucket, which looked like it was just picked up from the abandoned garden at the back with some water added.

Situ Jing looked at the bucket of stuff and wondered if it could be used to paste the wall.

As it turns out - it's of no use at all.

"Have you discovered that this material cannot be used to repair walls?" Ling Mo floated out.

"Yeah." He nodded, looking at the mud that had fallen to the ground with some frustration.

"So, you are not even as good as a worker. But if you have power, you don't need to know how to do this kind of work. As long as you give the order, there will be plenty of people who will do it for you."

Situ Jing nodded; he understood what she meant.

She hoped that he would know that everyone is equal and that one should not look down on anyone. However, one can respect the lower class people but cannot keep his ambitions at the lower class. Just like him before, he was tempered by the cold palace and just wanted to stay alive.

Ling Mo was slightly surprised to hear Situ Jing's analysis, but when he thought that he was the male lead, it became natural.

"Okay, then I'll tell you how workers patch walls and repair roofs."

Why did the teaching content skip again? Situ Jing really felt that gods were a species that was difficult to understand. At least he could not keep up with the fairy sister's train of thought.

"The firing of bricks first requires the preparation of suitable raw materials, usually including clay, quartz..."

"Tile backing, this step involves further treatment of the tiles to ensure the integrity and waterproofing of the roof..."

Her story was messy and even a little jumpy, but it was very interesting, but sometimes naughty. Seeing him find all kinds of ways to climb onto the roof, it was really indecent to laugh... but very cute...

Later we talked about how to make a ladder.

How could Situ Jing not be able to do such a simple thing? After all, he had been self-reliant in the cold palace for five years. But knowing it was one thing, but when he actually did it, he realized that he had the body of an eleven-year-old child, and was extremely thin due to malnutrition.

Fortunately, she finally showed mercy and carried him to the roof.

The second time, she hugged him for the second time.

Situ Jing's heart was beating wildly in his chest, as if trying to break free from its restraints, making the same sound as the strong wind around him.

She gently opened her hands, as if a spring breeze was blowing across the lake, leaving ripples spreading in his heart.

Trying his best to suppress his feelings, he didn't realize what it was, only that he was becoming dependent on her.

Following her instructions, he began to repair the roof. She seemed to have been prepared and could bring all the materials to him after half an incense stick of time had disappeared.

"Sister Fairy, do all the gods know everything like you do?"

Ling Mo, who actually relies on the system to look up information, said: "I am the most knowledgeable among the gods."

Successfully seeing the admiration in the male lead's eyes deepen, she curved her lips and smiled.

These little human beings are so easy to fool. They are fun, love to play and want to play more.

As for the system that cursed in the space, she chose to forgive it for the sake of the information it provided.

Looking at the time, she needed to go back, otherwise Xiaohe would be worried again.

"Didn't you say you were familiar with all the schools of thought at the age of five? Then write down what you remember in the next few days."

"Okay, goodbye, fairy sister."

The girl's figure went from transparent to disappearing. Situ Jing looked at the quiet cold palace and felt a sense of emptiness for no reason.

Except for the period when I just moved in, I never had this feeling again, but it suddenly came to me at this moment, with great force.

He held the brush which he had not touched for a long time, carefully spread out the rice paper, and picked up the brush to write, but he just couldn't start writing.

A drop of water fell and wet the rice paper. He was startled and immediately moved his face away, put down the brush, wiped the tears from his face, then carefully picked up the rice paper, blew on it, and made sure that the place was completely dry before he dared to put it aside to dry.

The young boy hadn't shed tears for many years, but now he lost his composure because of a piece of paper and pen.

After all, he had never thought that there would be such a day - he was not a prince, nor a deposed prince, but just an ordinary child, doing the homework given by the teacher.

It’s not the master, it’s the fairy sister…the fairy sister who belongs to him alone.

He calmed down, made sure to sort out his feelings, and finally put down the first stroke.

The memories sealed in the brain gradually cleared away the dust, revealing their brilliant light.

Ling Mo woke up late from her nap again. Xiao He was really worried and wanted to go to the courtyard immediately to get Doctor Liu to treat her.

In the end, Ling Mo used "menstrual fluid" to make her come, so she was too lazy to get by.

In the study, there was an imperial edict that had just been sent from the imperial study to Jialan Pass. Ling Mo picked it up and glanced at it casually. After confirming that it was correct, he put it in a wooden box and gave it to the servant to have the soldiers at the post station deliver it to the border.

(End of this chapter)