there is a king in the palace

The moment Zhao Xianao took the initiative to kiss him, the king had already realized that in their story, Zhao Xianao was the black snake, and he was a scholar, and the black snake must treat the scholar unconditionally.

Then he still wants to treat Zhao Xianao well?

The king thought about it carefully, he is willing, Zhao Xianao is human, he will not live long, we must treat him well, and make him happy while he is alive.

Thinking of this, the king hugged Zhao Xianao's waist, and pressed his cheek against his chest, "Do it like in the painting, do you like it?"

Zhao Xianao was puzzled, "Why do you ask me if I like it or not?"

"I said you will be angry." The king lowered his eyelashes and hesitated for a while before saying, "You must not live as long as I do."

I can't escape even if I want to, "Yeah, you have lived in Hutou Mountain for 50 years, and these 50 years may be my whole life, and I will grow old and ugly soon."

The king hugged him even tighter, as if he was going to die soon, "I will always be with you, I don't dislike being ugly, don't you also dislike me as a fat tiger?"

Zhao Xianao felt a little soreness in his chest, with a vague pain that made him breathless, "No, Yuan Huan, let me ask you, if I changed into the appearance of Director Li, what would you do? hug me?"

"Yes." The king replied without hesitation.

"Then, what if you fell in love with someone else at that time? Are you still with me?"

His Majesty didn't know why, Zhao Xianao's words, the pause, and his tone made him feel Zhao Xianao's sadness, which also made His Majesty sad, and he wanted to comfort Zhao Xianao.

The king raised his head and stared seriously at Zhao Xianao's peach blossom eyes, which seemed to be covered with thick mist, "I don't like others anymore, I only like you."

"Does Huixin still like it?"

The king blinked his eyes, still thinking about Aunt Huixin, he asked Zhao Xianao, "Is it okay to keep a little bit of liking?"

Zhao Xianao readily agreed, "You can keep a little bit, but not more than you like me."

"Ok!"

Zhao Xianao turned sideways and hugged the king tightly. After a long silence, he asked softly, "There is one last question. I'm dead, what should you do?"

The king really didn't think about it.

Actually, he didn't want Zhao Xianao to die.

The king pulled Zhao Xianao's skirt, looked at him eagerly, "Don't die, long live."

At such a sad moment, Zhao Xianao would still be amused by him, "I'll ask you a serious question, and answer it well."

The word "sacrifice for love" does not exist in the king's mind. He thought about what happened after Zhao Xianao's death, "I still owe you 180 years, I will not renege on the debt, after 180 years, I should not be too young ..."

Zhao Xian'ao's great joy and great sorrow came too quickly. For him, 180 was three cycles of life and death. If luck was poor, five could be possible, but for Little Fat Tiger, it was just not small.

It's really sad.

"Hmm..." The king thought about it seriously for a long time, and suddenly he burst into tears. The crying was so tragic that it scared Zhao Xianao's sorrow away, "Why are you crying?"

The king wiped his snot and tears on Zhao Xianao's clothes, crying so hard that he was about to lose his breath, "It's too difficult, I, I can't answer... um... I can't answer it!"

His eyes and nose turned red when he cried, although Zhao Xianao looked cute, but he was sobbing for a long time, Zhao Xianao regretted asking him this question, "Okay, okay, I won't ask... Shall I tell you the story in the speech-book? Tell me a new one."

The king sobbed and gave a muffled hum.

Zhao Xianao laughed again, his emotions were easily controlled by the king, "Aren't you the king of beasts? Are you so easy to cry?"

"I always cry, even when the wind is too strong."

"Tomorrow, ask the imperial doctor to prescribe some medicine for you. Tearing in the wind is a disease, and it must be cured."

"I'm not sick!"

Zhao Xian'ao wiped away the unhappiness with a few words, but he still misses it in his heart.

What if he is dead, will someone treat his Yuan Huan as well as he does?

Zhao Xianao knew that there would definitely be, no matter where Yuan Huan went, someone would treat him wholeheartedly.

Zhao Xianao was both happy and jealous.

From the second day on, the king's leisure time will come to an end.

Zhao Xian'ao's work efficiency is very fast, Chen Qi and Director Li proposed to find a master to come to the palace to teach the king, he went to the early court, and the master went to the palace.

In order to make it easier for the king to study, Zhao Xianao specially opened the Library Pavilion next to the imperial study room for him to use. It is not only clean, but also has an atmosphere of learning.

There are more than 50 large bookshelves taller than a person in the huge book collection pavilion, and the books on them are full of books. The table where the king studied is next to the bright window. Zhao Xianao is afraid that he will freeze, so open flames are still prohibited. There are two stoves for him in the Library Pavilion.

The master who taught was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a slender figure and a refined face. He asked the king to call him Master Ouyang.

Sitting cross-legged on the cushion, the king raised his head and asked, "Master Ouyang's name is Ouyang?"

"Ouyang is the surname, and the first name is Yi."

"Ouyang also."

"Exactly."

The king ostentatiously said his name, "My surname is Wang, and my first name is Yuan...uh..."

He swallowed that joyously.

Holding the scroll in his hand, Ouyang paced around in front of the table, "In this way, we know each other, please sit upright, today I will learn what pen, ink, paper and inkstone are."

His Majesty was very active in studying the Eight Classics for the first time, "I know, I can study ink!"

After he finished speaking, he smiled happily.

Ouyang also faltered, and said to the king gently, "The master didn't ask, and the disciple didn't answer."

The king pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Ouyang also taught Dawang how to start a child, how to hold a pen, how to wash a pen, and how to set a pen.

These great kings often watched Zhao Xianao do it, and he knew how to do it. He endured it and said, "Master, I know all these things. I want to learn how to read."

"If you haven't learned how to walk, how can you run? Take one step at a time, and your knowledge will be solid."

The king recalled it for a while, and said to Ouyang, "Master, I learned to walk and run together."

Afraid that he would not believe him, the king emphasized, "Really."

"..."

Ouyang is also an old-fashioned teacher, who is best at helping children to be enlightened. It is the first time for him to teach such an old child, and he is a little uncomfortable. "No, you must learn to hold a pen first."

The king pouted, and flexibly turned the brush that was not dipped in ink in his fingertips.

His hands became more and more comfortable, and he often played with his chopsticks before dinner, and his pen was also a subconscious movement. However, just after he made two turns, Ouyang beside him took out a ruler from nowhere and hit him on the On the shoulder, the king was stunned and stared at him blankly.

Ouyang also had a serious expression, "The four treasures of the study are so solemn and sacred, how to play with them in your hands, you should hit them."

"I - you -" the king was so angry that he was speechless, besides Zhao Xianao, Ouyang was also the first one who dared to hit him, "I want to tell the emperor that you hit me!"

Literati are noble and fearless of power, so Ouyang said fearlessly, "Say it."

The king slapped the brush on the table heavily, "Humph!"

He got up and walked out the door.

Entering the imperial study room, Zhao Xianao was reviewing the memorial, seeing him rushing in aggressively, he smiled, "What's the matter?"

"He beat me!"

Zhao Xianao was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Why did you hit you?"

"Are you laughing?" The king was so sad that he was beaten, he wanted to find comfort here, but Zhao Xianao actually laughed.

"Don't laugh, tell me, why did you hit you?"

The king vividly told him everything from meeting Ouyang Yi to now, "That's it, he hit me."

The more Zhao Xianao listened, the bigger the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Learn to walk and run together, thanks to your words.

When Zhao Xianao was enlightened, Gui was also beaten by the prince when he was a prince. He thought it was normal, but he couldn't be a villain...

"Then what do you say?"

The king took it for granted, "Change to someone who doesn't hit people."

How can there be a master who doesn't beat people...

Zhao Xianao cleared his throat, "What if there is only one master in Chang'an, if you don't use him, you won't be able to learn to read and write."

His Majesty trusted Zhao Xian'ao too much, and his desire for knowledge was too strong. Hearing what Zhao Xian'ao said, he decided to bear the beating, so he walked away with his head bowed and aggrieved.

Zhao Xianao couldn't see him like this, and couldn't bear to see him being beaten, "Wait a minute."

"Um?"

"You told the master, if you make a mistake, let him tell you once, and you will correct it, right?"

The king looked at him and nodded.

"Correct it, the master will not beat you, and will praise you for being smart."

The king's eyes were bent, and he walked out briskly.

Zhao Xianao looked at his back, very pleased.

There is quite a sense of pride in being a father.

Back at the Library Pavilion, the king sat down on the soft cushion in an orderly manner, and said to Ouyang Yi who said nothing, "Master, I made a mistake, tell me, I will definitely change it, it's not good to hit someone. "

The king never expected that he, who used to think of cannibalizing people and destroying their corpses and destroying their traces even if they had a disagreement, would one day say that beating people is not good.

He thought, this is all due to Zhao Xianao, those who are close to ink are black~

Hearing what the king said, the master's face softened a little, "The disciple's words are reasonable, the master should reflect on himself, since he has learned to hold a brush, he will start to learn how to draw horizontally."

"it is good."

The king was very excited, it was the first time he was holding a pen to write on paper, his wrists were shaking, he dipped some ink with a brush, lightly drew a horizontal line on the rice paper, then raised his head and looked at Ouyang Yi nervously.

Ouyang also showed a smile, "Very good."

The king who got the praise was immediately obsessed with studying. Ouyang also wrote some simple words on the paper and asked him to copy them. The king sat there and copied those words over and over again. Anyone would find this process boring, but the king enjoying the moment.

I don't know how long it took to write, but the king felt a little sore in his wrist, so he placed the pen on the pen bed in an orderly manner as taught by his master.

Hearing the movement, Ouyang also put down the book, came to read it, nodded with a smile, "very good, the handwriting is neat, the paper is clean, the disciple is really smart, no wonder he learned to walk and run at the same time."

The king's cheeks were slightly red, and he was a little embarrassed, "Master, can you praise me like this in front of the emperor later?"

Zhao Xianao's voice came from behind, "I have heard it."

When the king turned his head, Zhao Xianao was standing behind him and looking at him with a smile.

Ouyang also said, "The emperor has been standing here for a long time."

And there was always a gratifying smile like an old father on his face.