The male lead is always being teased by me [Quick Transmigration]

In the royal family, most children start enlightenment at the age of five. If they are precocious children, they can start enlightenment at the age of three. Because the emperor didn't pay attention to it, Ming Yunyi didn't start enlightenment until he was eight years old. He is considered an older schoolchild.

For a young man who was taken to the battlefield by Lord Lan at the age of ten, and who was able to fight back when the enemy army attacked the camp, it was too wasteful to be the attendant of an unfavored prince.

But the emperor, Duke Lan and Yi Lian all knew that this was just an excuse for the emperor to keep the son of Duke Lan in Beijing. Regardless of Duke Lan's affection and love for his son, he is usually easy to talk to with everyone. He looks like a loach. Among the princes of Darui and the three states, he has the most unpredictable mind and the most difficult to control.

By keeping Yi Lian in Beijing, he wanted to use him to suppress and control Lord Lan. Hmph, the big loach couldn't be touched, so he just touched a small one, but the unlucky emperor didn't know that, in terms of slipperiness, the small one is more slippery than the big one. Difficult.

Because Yi Lian played "Tai Chi" so well, even his father sighed that he was not as good as him. Otherwise, how could Duke Lan, who loves his son like his own life, leave his son in Beijing so easily.

The slender jade hand held the child's soft little hand, and led him to slowly write the three characters "Ming Yunyi".

"This is your name, please write it carefully." Yi Lian let go of his soft little hand holding the pen, and stroked his head.

Ming Yunyi looked at his own name on the paper, pursed his lips slightly, looked up at the people around him, and said, "Brother Qingzhi's name, write?"

Compared with his own name, Ming Yunyi is more interested in Yi Lian's name.

Seeing the slight curiosity in the child's dark blue eyes, Yi Lian smiled, and couldn't help but want to tease him: "Why do you want to write my name?"

For a child who hasn't talked to anyone for a long time, his language organization ability is very jerky, and he even doesn't express clearly in some places. Ming Yunyi didn't know how to answer Yi Lian's question, so he held back a word for a long time: "I want to .”

Well, it is.

Looking at the child who was at a loss and couldn't figure out what to say, Yi Lian's smile deepened, and he took his little hand holding the pen again, and slowly wrote the word "Lian" on the paper.

"This is my name, 'Lian'." Then he took that little hand and wrote two characters lightly: "This is my name, 'Qingzhi'."

Ming Yunyi looked at the words on the paper, his dark blue eyes flickered slightly, as if he wanted to engrave the name deeply in his mind.

Lian...

"Your Majesty Yu, the emperor invites you."

Yi Lian frowned slightly, well, the day before yesterday I finished dealing with the young one, and now the old one is here again, the two father and son will never end.

Ming Yunyi keenly sensed Yi Lian's emotional impatience, and raised her small face to look at him.

"Understood." Yi Lian responded to the reporter's words, lowered his head to meet Ming Yunyi's eyes, and lightly tapped his forehead with his fingertips: "You continue to practice hard, and I will check when I come back."

Nodding slightly, Ming Yunyi's expressionless face showed a bit of seriousness.

"Well, that's nice."

In fact, it was not a big deal for the emperor to find Yi Lian. He didn't even mention a word about Ming Yunyi who went to the Zhiyuan on the first day, as if he didn't have this son at all. He invited Yi Lian to play chess and drink tea together, and by the way The affairs of the Duke of Hua's mansion were all fooled by Yi Lian.

What he said to the emperor was true, and he was not afraid that the emperor would send someone to investigate, but what he told the emperor was what the emperor could know, and what the emperor could not know, without saying a word.

In the comfortable and luxurious palace, white smoke billows from the incense burner, and the emperor in a bright yellow dragon robe holds black stones in his hand and lands them on the chessboard with a crisp sound. A young man with a calm demeanor.

"Have you gotten used to living in the palace these few days?"

"Thanks to the emperor's care, the minister is fine in the palace." Yi Lian chuckled and dropped the white piece in his hand on the chessboard, cutting off the emperor's way.

"If you need anything, just tell me directly." The emperor picked up the sunspots, looked at the chess game on the board, was a little hesitant, thought for a while, and then put down the chess pieces in one place, and said: "Let you be Si'er's companion." Read it, it’s really a little too condescending.”

"I'm quite happy to be the fourth prince's companion." Yi Lian placed a piece on the chessboard, with a smile on his face, and complained in his heart: If it's not the fourth prince, you dare to give it.

"Oh..." The emperor's eyes flashed with some unknown meaning, and the sunspot in his hand dropped.

"The schoolwork is easy. If the emperor asks me to be the eldest prince's companion, I will disobey the emperor's order and not enter the palace." Yi Lian is like an unsuspecting young man, speaking bluntly, fully concentrating on On the chessboard, the son of Lord Lan is a "good chess player". This is known to the whole Darui. He played against the chess master at the age of 12. Even the chess master had to sigh, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the new generation beats the old ones." .

Yi Lian dropped his hand and blocked the emperor's way again very rudely.

Seeing this, the emperor let out a low laugh, and said, "You kid, just like your father, lazy."

"This is due to my father's good teaching." Yi Lian did not budge, and said, "Since childhood, my father asked my subjects to obey the family rules, be loyal to the king, and guard one side for Darui."

As the words fell, Yi Lian's white pieces landed on the chessboard, encircling a large area of ​​the emperor's black pieces, leaving only the middle piece alone.

"Your Majesty, I accept it."

The emperor looked at the large chessboard, and laughed loudly: "You boy, you are indeed the son of Duke Lan, and you never give up an inch when you play chess with me. Come and play chess with me more often in the future to relieve boredom."

"Yes."

Hmph, isn't it just to beat him with the family rules of the Duke of Lanhua's mansion by playing chess routines, so that he can set a flag of loyalty to the emperor.

The emperor didn't take the fourth prince seriously. After all, a child with mixed blood, a low-status biological mother, and no help from his family could not pose a threat at all.

But the eldest prince is different. His biological mother is Concubine Yuan, and his grandfather is the current imperial prince. Although he does not have power, he still has a lot of connections in the court. In addition, the eldest prince is already 16 years old. , but go to court to discuss politics, and recently they have made frequent moves and started to win over contacts.

The second prince is still young and still studying in Zhiyuan, so he can't compete with the first prince for the time being, and the emperor sitting firmly on the dragon chair feels a bit like sitting on pins and needles.

In fact, in this situation... push a little prince out, adoptively give birth to the queen who gave birth to three princesses, it would be good to make a prince, but the emperor didn't want to drag him into this deep palace because he wanted him to be a prince. Putting a shit stick... Heh, it depends on whether he is willing to take it or not.

He was willing to enter the palace only to raise his little wolf cubs nearby. After two years, when Ming Yunyi entered the barracks, he didn't want to stay in this place for a second.

Let the emperor hold this shit stick for a few years, and when the second prince is sixteen, he can take over the stick.

As the sun was setting, Yi Lian politely declined the emperor's proposal to stay with him for dinner, and turned to leave in a calm manner.

Returning to Shuyun Hall, Yi Lian went straight to the study room, and sure enough, he saw the child lying on the table, holding a brush in his hand, writing seriously, but when he left, he was holding the brush on the right side, but now he has changed to the left hand Picking up a pen, there are already three chapters full of paper in hand.

Yi Lian walked over to pick up the three sheets of paper, glanced at them lightly, and said, "The homework assigned by the Taifu is to ask His Royal Highness to write his own name by heart, write two sheets of each, what's going on. "The fingertips tapped lightly on the table.

On three sheets of paper, one was full of Qingzhi. At the beginning, the handwriting was a bit sloppy, which was caused by inexperience. Later, it was very good, neat and correct, but it was young and lacked strength, and it was a little soft and cute. Lian, it may be that there are too many strokes, one of the words is a bit blurred, and the other is not bad.

Listening to Yi Lian's question, the child holding the pen was a little at a loss.

He just wanted to write Brother Qingzhi's name because he didn't write it well. Did Brother Qingzhi not like it?

"Well written."

Being praised, Ming Yunyi's eyes lit up, reflecting the rays of light that came in from outside the house, and the light flowed.

"My name is so badly written that I still have to write the homework assigned by the Taifu."

Ming Yunyi nodded, and continued to work hard to fill in the half-written Qingzhi.

Yi Lian: ...

The accompanying reading was very "stern", but the prince was very obedient. After dinner, he lit a candle and continued to write. After finishing the homework assigned by the Taifu, Ming Yunyi still seemed unsatisfied.

Yi Lian was a little speechless, he didn't even know that the hero had a penchant for writing.

It's just that what Yi Lian didn't know at all was that Ming Yunyi didn't like to write, but liked to write his name.

"It's getting late, and I'm tired after a day of writing. It's time to rest earlier."

Ming Yunyi nodded obediently, and taking advantage of Yi Lian's turning around without noticing, he folded up the piece of paper that Yi Lian was holding his little hand with "Ming Yunyi", "Lian" and "Qingzhi" written on it, and put it in his lapel .

He should keep it well.

Ming Yunyi clings to him tightly, from the first day when he moved in, he slept in a separate room until midnight, after the child was barefoot and came to him with a pillow in his arms, the two slept together.

Anyway, Xiao Douding, who is only eight years old, can accommodate two people in one bed, and the food has improved a lot recently, Ming Yunyi has grown a little flesh, making it more comfortable to use as a pillow.

Yi Lian was very satisfied with this.

The next day at Shangzhiyuan, after the Taifu checked Ming Yunyi's homework, he was very satisfied, his eyes fell to the side and his eyelashes lightly turned over the pages of the book, the boy who read the children's enlightenment books with gusto.

It's a shame to read with the fourth prince as a companion.

Yi Lian didn't care what the Tutor thought, and spent time by himself, reading or writing, and then he got bored, so he directly brought the chessboard to the table and played backgammon with himself.

In the afternoon, it was martial arts class.