I've Got this Cannon Fodder's Back

King Yi, who had come to accept the crime, was so moved that he almost shed tears on the spot when he heard about the new punishment.

The subordinate officials dutifully stopped in front of him, and the people in the room obviously did not plan to come out again.Lu Deng stood at the door for a while, and finally dismissed the idea of ​​asking if copying books could be changed back to cane punishment. Dutifully, he waved his sleeves domineeringly, snorted coldly and walked away.

The arrogant young prince was aggressive, his steps were big and fast, and his robes were like wind.If you don't look carefully, you may not be able to see that the left leg is slightly limping.

Withdrawing his gaze from the back, Gu Ai sneered dumbly in the room, and closed the curtain casually.

He sent subordinate officials out to talk, but he walked behind the curtain and sneaked.If it gets out, the reputation of this powerful official as a cruel official will probably be unnecessary.

The paperwork has been piled on the ground, and the things to be busy have already piled up into a mountain.Gu Ai calmed down, went back to the table and sat down, let all his thoughts fall on the official business, and took a pen to correct it one by one.

After Lu Deng left the Imperial College, he was carefully invited into the carriage by the servants of the residence.

The injuries on his body were never minor. His left shoulder was broken to the bone, and his waist was stretched severely. There were countless bruises, and his elbows and knees didn't fall well.

After all, he fell off a horse in the street. If he hadn’t reacted quickly at that time, either the little baby would have been seriously injured or died, or he had broken his waist and broken his legs. Now that he is injured like this, the old doctors in the imperial hospital have already called out. It was a fluke.

The system is so distressed that the code is garbled, and the data stream is about to fight with the protagonist's system.Lu Deng patiently comforted him for a long time, watching the full stop of crying all over the screen, he still used the painkiller that he never wanted to touch more.

He is actually not afraid of pain.

The pain is indeed not pleasant, but after all, it can make people feel that they are really alive.The current body cannot immediately adjust back to its own data. Although the environment is relatively safe, he still feels uneasy instinctively before he is completely familiar with the control of his body.

Not to mention the use of painkillers, which would also interfere with the shielding of the involuntary motion sensing.

Still haven't been able to see the other side, Lu Deng lowered his head and slowly stroked the wooden sign. Thinking of the punishment that had just been changed, he couldn't help feeling a little headache again, and sighed very lightly.

If it's a question, the system can help to some extent-but copying the book can only be done by yourself.

Luckily, Lu Deng tapped the system in his mind: "My character design...is it the kind that willfully refuses to do homework?"

system:. . °°(≧□≦)°°. .

Lu Deng: ...

This probably meant that it had to be written.

Thinking about it, the first emperor almost gave Gu Ai the highest privilege when he was alive, and even the crown prince was punished for breaking the law.Now that the new emperor has only been on the throne for two years, Gu Ai's authority has not been shaken, and he is still the mainstay of the entire court. Among other things, it is easy to follow orders.

Everyone fears and fears this iron-faced powerful minister, and Lu Chengru is no exception.He is just surly and domineering, not supercilious and actively looking for death. He can trade copying books for beatings, and it is probably very fortunate to be included in the character set.

After all, it is ten days of confinement, and there is nothing to do at home. It just so happens that it is not the turn of the ancient world to do missions recently. I haven't practiced brush calligraphy for a long time, so I will practice calligraphy at home.

Lu Deng reluctantly comforted himself, touched the writing on the wooden sign, and put the wooden sign close to his body.

These signs are based on the law code written by Gu Ai himself, and all the carpenters in the city are engraved on it word by word. They are sealed with red lacquer and wax, and they are used to express punishments.

It's just a trial run now. I heard that when the decree is finalized in the future, it will be engraved with an iron plate. Even if the princes and nobles get this set of plates, they can only bow their heads obediently.

It sounds great.

Lu Deng was in a daze, the corners of his lips could not help but curl up, and he quietly lifted the curtain to look out.

Afraid of jolting the seriously injured little prince, the carriage walked slowly.Outside the curtain is the unchanging red palace wall, which dazzles people's eyes.

The current Lu Chengru has not reached the crown yet, and cannot leave the palace to open a mansion. The so-called Yiwang Mansion is in a remote corner of the palace, a place where no one can get in the way.

Lu Chengru always thought it was deserted there and didn't want to go back, he hung out with those dudes outside the palace every day.But at night, she was still frightened by Gu Ai's rule that the imperial family should not sleep out, so she had to accept her fate and live in the deserted palace.

It was getting late, and the carriage wobbled across most of Miyagi.

After passing the bustling Zichen Palace and the solemn and majestic Yanyi Pavilion, the carriage circled outside the huge imperial garden, exited the Linhua Gate without haste, and finally stopped outside a deserted courtyard in the back garden. Down.

Lu Deng was helped out of the car and looked up at the palace where he was currently living.

Although the location was remote, the first emperor did not treat this younger brother harshly.The Wangfu is like a pile of carved beams and painted buildings. After all, the backyard is empty, and the place is also scary. The courtyard is empty and hung with wind lanterns. A few scattered houses have been lit up, and the rest are off. Everything is dark. invisible.

It is just to serve a young prince who has not yet reached the crown, and has no family and no room. According to the new law, no more than fifty servants are allowed--fifty people are more than enough to serve one, but fifty people need to serve such a big palace. The courtyard is full, which is too bad.

The empty palace, which was far larger than the entire manor in the later generations, fell before the eyes, and the people dispersed. The night fell, it was dark and foggy, and there were hardly many people.

Lu Deng cautiously took half a step back, vaguely thinking about arrogantly snatching a horse, rushing away the patrolling guards, and then running out domineeringly over the wall.

"Host, I've tidied up everything inside, it won't be uncomfortable to live in!"

The system quickly made a sound, listed the map of the house for him, and introduced him carefully from the beginning: "The host's bedroom is over there, and the study is next to it. The servants mainly asked them to walk around. It’s scary. The kitchen doesn’t have a fire, and there is a portion from the imperial dining room... The host is the portion of the emperor’s uncle, and there are a lot of delicious food!”

"Thanks... that sounds better."

Lu Deng was dumbfounded, and thanked it in a warm voice.Suddenly remembering that I forgot to lose my temper when I was helped down just now, my heart tightened and I checked quickly, only to find that the evaluation score was still not deducted: "Is this not OOC?"

"The host is injured now, not feeling well, and losing his temper is normal."

The system flipped through the background and read the scoring criteria to him: "As long as it can be logically justified, it is not considered OOC-the host can rest assured that if it is really illogical, it will issue a warning in advance, and will not Points will be deducted if you don’t pay attention.”

Hearing its assurance, Lu Deng also felt a little relieved. He met the servant who held his breath and carefully helped him, so he didn't push him away. He was escorted back to the bedroom with a serious face.

In this palace, Lu Chengru is almost a complete outsider.

Fighting for power has nothing to do with him, but it has nothing to do with him. No matter the princes and concubines who are fighting for power, or the concubines who are undercurrents in the harem all day long, they all tacitly ignore him.If it wasn't for the occasional New Year's Eve to meet again at the royal family banquet, I'm afraid I would have forgotten that there is such a person.

The servants who came to serve also knew in their hearts that it was nothing more than a routine service, and it was easier to serve a little prince than to serve any empress.Although there is no benefit in other things, they will not lose their lives just because they are involved in some troubles.

So no one really cares about him.

Whether it was Lu Chengru who was riding wildly in the street, or he insisted on going to the Imperial College to receive the punishment himself, or now that he was clearly injured and was about to be taken care of, but his face was somber and he didn't want to eat or be served by others, those servants didn't care. I will ask one more question, but I just did my duty to make the little prince happy, and left the bedroom without saying a word.

There was no one around who would come up to serve him all the time, so Lu Deng finally let out a long sigh of relief, and fell headfirst on the soft big bed specially changed by the system.

The bedroom has been systematically remodeled, and special effects of camouflage have been specially added. It still looks like a hard carved wooden bed and a smoky charcoal basin, but it is still as comfortable as a modern air-conditioned room. It is finally the only thing that is gratifying thing.

Lu Deng quietly bought two sets of limited-purchase out-of-print skins for the system. After lying on the bed for a while, feeling better, he got up and went to the study.

This time the world entered suddenly, and until now he hadn't successfully resolved the slight discomfort caused by crossing the world.The accompanying tiredness and the physical condition that has not yet fully adapted are the most urgent problems that need to be dealt with. He really has no appetite to eat now, and he just wants to fall back and have a good sleep.

But homework still needs to be written.

In fact, Gu Ai didn't say when the fine would be handed in. If he really took advantage of the loophole, he would write it in ten days and ten years—such a low-level loophole should not have appeared in a person who has always been ruthless and meticulous in law enforcement.

It shows that Gu Ai at least really believes that he will do his homework well.

The lover doesn't remember anything, even such imperceptible trust makes people feel sweet.Lu Deng pursed the corners of his lips, remembering the message from his subordinates, "Your Excellency said he will come to check soon", his heart warmed up a bit, he picked up a pen, and slowly rubbed the ink with one hand.

If Gu Ai comes to check one day, he must let him see that he has done his homework well...

The tip of the pen was dipped in thick ink, and Junxiu's handwriting fell on the paper one by one.

Lu Deng had an injury on his waist, so he could only sit and write. His handwriting was somewhat affected, but he still tried his best to write neatly.After writing several pages, I finally couldn't help but rubbed my eyes under the oil lamp and yawned lightly.

The tiredness that multiplies every time I do homework, as expected, will not change with the change of dynasties.

The oil lamps in the Imperial College were also clapped.

After the paperwork was approved, he dressed up, and the meals were brought in carefully and placed on the low table that was mostly cleared.Gu Ai didn't look up, but casually asked, "What time is it?"

"My lord, it's time."

The subordinate officer arranged the food for him, and responded respectfully, before hesitating for a moment, he said: "You asked the subordinate to investigate..."

Gu Aixun raised his head, his eyes flickered, "Speak."

"Yes."

The subordinate officer got up, and said in a dignified manner: "Today, some courtiers and children are teasing King Yi to ride his horse. The leader is the young son of the Shangshu family of the household department, and there are a few children from aristocratic families—"

He hesitated as he spoke, but he still didn't dare to hide it, and continued to speak truthfully: "I went down and asked the passers-by at that time, and said that it was not an accident that King Yi fell from his horse. It was the horse in front that scared the passers-by and lost their children. And finally, in order not to hurt the child, he reined in the horse. Because the matter happened too urgently, he accidentally fell off the horse."

Yi Wang Sulai's reputation was not good, and he was said to be domineering and reckless in Beijing, and the officials did not believe that he could do such things.However, the passers-by and the common people spoke the truth, and he didn't dare to hide it, so he had to report the truth.

Gu Ai frowned slowly, and put the chopsticks aside.

"Even so, my lord did not make a mistake in the punishment—it is a fact that King Yi rode his horse in the street, and he should have been punished, as long as the rest is punished!"

Seeing the achievements of the reform with their own eyes over the years, the officials admired him so much that they couldn't help straightening up and said: "King Yi reined in his horse in time because his conscience is not lost, but merits and demerits cannot be offset. If there is a mistake, it should be punished, and if it is meritorious, it will be rewarded." other..."

"What reward?"

Gu Ai raised her eyes and opened her mouth lightly, the subordinate officer was startled, subconsciously silent.

Gu Ai didn't say anything more to him, she just got up from the case, walked out, walked to the door, and opened the curtain.

Punishment is of course not wrong.

Riding a horse in the street should have been punished, the law is merciless, and he didn't think what he did was wrong at that time—but that's not what he thought.

The young boy's spirit was provoked by the children of several aristocratic families, but because he didn't want to hurt the young boy who fell on the road, he would rather fall off the horse.That would be a fine kid, but no one was going to tell him that.

No one would stand up for him to argue with himself, no one would patiently explain to him what was wrong and what was right, no one would touch his head and tell him that it was wrong to ride a horse in the street, but you can stop it in time. The horse didn't hurt anyone, but he was a good boy with a kind heart.

I had already reached the door at that time, why didn't I go out and ask myself, what happened at that time?

Gu Ai lowered his gaze, pondered for a moment, turned around and picked up a paperweight on the table, weighed it slowly in his hand, and stuffed it into his sleeve: "Prepare the car."

The subordinate officials didn't dare to talk any more, got up and went out to prepare, and then heard Gu Ai say in a deep voice: "The remaining few horse riders should also find out their identities, send the signs over, and ask them to go to the Ministry of Punishment to receive punishment, and the leader will go to the Ministry of Justice again." Add ten sticks."

"Yes!"

The subordinate officer's eyes lit up, and he ran out to prepare.

Gu Ai stood in the room for a while, then felt that the paperweight was inappropriate, so he took it out and put it down.Walking around the room, he picked out a book he had copied and put it away again, arranged his clothes casually, got up and walked outside.

The Yiwang Mansion, which is used to being desolate, suddenly had a distinguished guest today for the first time.

The servants were not prepared to entertain guests, they hurried back and forth looking for the manager, respectfully bowed to welcome Gu Ai into the room, and wanted to report to the lord.

In the living room was the food that had already cooled down, as is often the case in the palace, apparently not a single chopstick was touched.Gu Ai frowned and stopped in his tracks: "Is the prince not eating?"

The steward quickly stopped, and bowed respectfully: "Return to Xiangye, the prince——he said that he is not feeling well today, and he doesn't want to eat..."

Gu Ai's eyebrows frowned even tighter, and her voice couldn't help lowering: "Aren't you going to feed him?"

In the past, I always served like this, and nothing happened.The manager's heart skipped a beat, he said twice timidly, and leaned over, not daring to speak again.

"How is his injury? Did he take any medicine? Did you drink the medicine after being decocted in the hospital? You can go and check? If you don't eat this meal, what should you do if you are hungry at night? You can do whatever you want, my lord. Therefore, if you hurt your body and add to your injury, what should you do?"

Inexplicable anger surged from his chest, Gu Ai frowned, and Feng's tone became more and more serious. The depression he saw along the way made his heart tighten, and he felt that he couldn't sit still no matter what: "Forget it, you don't have to tell me, I Just go and see the prince."

The servants in the room were frightened and obedient, but Gu Ai didn't understand, and walked towards the bedroom in the direction pointed by the manager.

The door was closed tightly and silently, but candles could still be seen in the study.

Gu Ai's heart twitched lightly, and he tapped on the door twice with his fingers. Seeing no one responded, he slowed down and pushed it open carefully.

That figure was indeed right in front of the table.

The pen in his hand had fallen to the ground, and the ink was clearly stained on the sleeves of the paper.The young prince was lying on the table and was sleeping deeply. During the day, the vague hostility that had been seen had softened and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a clear and innocent look.Like a thrush's eyebrows and eyes are soft and moist, and the candlelight dances lightly, casting a thin and thin shadow on the wall.

Gu Ai's footsteps gradually slowed down, but her heart beat inexplicably faster.

Over the years, he has always put his mind on reforming the law. He only knows that the law is merciless, and he is determined to turn the ambition he has learned into reality.He would rather put his family and life at risk, and would never feel any weakness or hesitation because of the judgment and punishment he had given.

Same this time.

He didn't hesitate because of his judgment, and he didn't regret it - the law enforcement can't be swayed by personal feelings. If there are selfish desires in his heart, he can no longer be completely fair and can no longer be convinced by others.

He just...

Gu Ai frowned anxiously and raised his hand to press his forehead.After all, he couldn't help but move over lightly, guessing carefully to avoid the injured position, and hugged the little prince who was lying on the table.

It's just that when he doesn't have to assume the identity of a law enforcement officer, he can take away the short-term burden of his mind...

Lu Chengru was in a deep sleep, and he didn't wake up after being tossed like this, but he seemed to feel cold, and instinctively curled up in his arms, coughing twice.

Gu Aili took off his coat neatly.

Before he could react, he had already wrapped him up tightly with his robe, and gently placed him on the warm couch beside him.

Apparently, he couldn't hold back and fell asleep while writing. Lu Chengru's face was flushed with the pressure of his arm on his pillow, and the brush rolled off all the ink all over his body, and some ink was stained on his fair face.

Gu Ai couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, lying flat with her arms around him, but she didn't know how to take care of him next.Wanting to wipe his face for him, but also wanting to see his injuries, he walked around the bed anxiously for half a circle, but suddenly he was a little at a loss.

At the critical moment when the chief assistant dipped his cuff into the tea and leaned over to wipe the cheeks of the young man on the couch, Lu Deng, who was in a deep sleep, finally woke up in time with the mechanical sound of the system.

He was always vigilant, but this time without his lover by his side, he was startled by the coolness on his face, and opened his eyes quickly.

Gu Ai: "..."

Dangchao Shoufu felt that he could explain.

I don't know if it's really cold, even though the little prince woke up, he still hugged his robe tightly and didn't let go, his black eyes opened wide, staring at him vigilantly.

"Master Xiang! My lord is not in the bedroom, maybe he ran out to play, please wait a little longer, we will go find—"

The prince couldn't find it, and the manager who had been trained to look ashamed still had no choice but to bite the bullet and catch up.Seeing the situation inside the house clearly, the voice also stopped abruptly, standing at the door helplessly, not daring to make a sound.

Gu Ai stood in the room, silent for a moment, the inexplicable turmoil in his chest gradually calmed down, and he put the book in his sleeve on the table.

"You should read more when King Yi is grounded..."

Lu Chengru stared at him in a daze, his eyes were lightly shining, but when he looked closely, he was as quiet as a deep pool.

Gu Ai had never been kind to others before, so at this moment, she didn't know how to talk to him well.

The young prince who wanted to be encouraged and comforted by gentle words, but was afraid that he would be shocked instead.He wanted to warn him not to act recklessly in the future, but no matter how he opened his mouth, he felt that it was too harsh.

Difficult to advance or retreat, the chief assistant of the court who was not wearing a robe instinctively chose the most familiar state, the aura around him became cold again, he turned and went out the door, and his voice to the manager was also majestic and cold.

"Go back and take good care of your lord, he still owes fifteen rod punishments—if the execution is delayed due to serious injuries, be careful not to ask you!"