He is a sickly Cinderella

Chapter 140 [007] He is Xiaoyu 7

tenth birthday?

An Yeran seemed to have some impression.

But what did the child look like?

Although she had an impression, it was not deep. After all, there were too many people there at that time and she couldn't tell who was who.

"Wild, have you seen Prince Kashu?" An Yeran asked.

The lord nodded and said, "I have met her once. I was in charge of receiving the guests at your tenth birthday party. I remember she looked quite elegant."

An Yeran: "It feels like Wilder, you said nothing at all."

The lord smiled softly.

The topic they kept talking about made the boy next to them even more unhappy.

He reached out and tugged at the girl's sleeve. An Yeran turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

The boy opened his mouth, lowered his eyes and said, "I'm hungry."

hungry?

She glanced at the sky. It was almost noon.

"Wild, is lunch ready?"

The lord said, "Okay, please follow me."

The attendant invited a new etiquette teacher, and originally wanted to let the boy go to learn etiquette after lunch. But for some reason, the etiquette teacher's carriage overturned on the way here, and the etiquette teacher suffered a head injury, causing him to fall into a coma.

The new teacher couldn't come again, so the etiquette class in the afternoon was basically cancelled.

An Yeran sighed and said, forget it, she would teach him herself.

"Are you full?"

The boy put down his fork and nodded obediently, looking at the girl quietly with his brown eyes.

An Yeran hooked his finger and said, "Then follow me to the second floor."

The second floor was still the same room as before. An Yeran closed the door and got straight to the point.

"Xiu, do you know the prince?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, but still nodded, "I know, a little."

An Yeran said: "Well, from now on, you are the prince of a country."

"As a prince, etiquette is a natural way to show your princely demeanor and temperament."

"First, the people of lower rank will pay their respects to you. Remember, just nod your head."

The boy listened quietly, seemingly very seriously.

"Secondly, even if you are a prince, you must treat the king with respect. You must place your hand on the left side of your chest, bend over slightly, kneel on one knee, and not raise your head or look directly into the king's eyes. You can only stand up when the other party agrees to let you stand up."

"To treat the queen, you need to kneel in front of her and kiss the back of her hand... Wait, what are you doing?!" An Yeran was stunned!
The boy who was standing in front of her just now actually knelt in front of her, took her hand and kissed it devoutly!
An Yeran quickly withdrew her hand, and the boy blinked innocently and said anxiously: "Practice, practice."

An Yeran: "..." Why didn't you practice when we were talking about the etiquette of meeting the king? !
The girl held her forehead and said, "I didn't ask you to practice now."

"Besides, I haven't finished speaking yet," An Yeran said, "Kissing the back of the hand is just a superficial courtesy. After you hold the Queen's hand, you are actually kissing your thumb."

The boy nodded, not quite understanding.

An afternoon passed quickly, and An Yeran found that the boy seemed to have a good memory, but he still spoke very slowly. Perhaps it was because he had not spoken for too long. After all, those slave owners only wanted slaves who could work, and they didn't care whether the slaves could speak or not. To them, slaves who couldn't speak could be bullied at will.

Slavery has been practiced in Scandinavia for more than a hundred years, starting from the generation of An Yeran's great-grandfather.

Children born to slaves are still slaves, belong to the slave owners, and have no human rights throughout their lives.

No nobles or officials were willing to change this system because slaves were private property and could bring them wealth.

  　Ahem, there will be another update later!!!
  　　
  　
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