The Strategy of Washing Clean a Slag Shou

At this time, in the imperial city, the East Palace of the crown prince was in a suffocating tranquility. The maids and eunuchs serving inside and outside were all dripping with cold sweat, fighting with each other, not daring to take a breath.

For nothing else, but for the famous God of War, to shock the cold-faced Rakshasa hundreds of miles away in the northern border of Mobei. Today, Prince Rong, who was bestowed by the Holy One himself, is in the East Palace.

Jing Cheng stood in black clothes with his hands behind his back, his voice could not hear the slightest emotion, and said indifferently: "There is a saying in the art of war, whoever goes to the battlefield first and waits for the enemy loses, and the one who goes to the battlefield after the battle is exhausted. People don't kill people. This sentence means that gaining the first opportunity on the battlefield can often lead to a preemptive attack, while those who delay the opportunity will be passive."

His Highness the Crown Prince was shaking a pendant jade pendant brocade fan in his hand, squinting his eyes with a carefree look, and interrupted leisurely: "Wait a minute, these tactics are too mysterious, and I still don't understand them very well. How about breaking it down?"

Jing Cheng asked: "Dare to ask His Royal Highness what sentence you don't understand?"

Jing Sheng said with a smile, "My hall, I don't understand every word."

Because of his words, the inside of the hall would instantly become freezing point, several timid court ladies were already so frightened that they fell to their knees, and even those who were standing were already trembling badly.

"I see," Jing Cheng nodded slightly.

He turned around and walked to the desk, took out a heavy volume of "Ancient Chinese Annotations" and threw it in front of Jing Sheng, "With the current aptitude of His Royal Highness, it is appropriate to learn from the basics, not the art of war. This book has been copied [-] copies." Send it to the palace, and I will check it word by word, and if there are any mistakes or omissions, the homework will be doubled."

Jing Sheng's expression changed, and he asked, "Uncle Huang, what does this mean? I don't know what I did wrong in this hall, and I need to be punished by Uncle Huang for copying?"

Jing Cheng said: "His Royal Highness did not do anything wrong."

"That--"

"Your Highness is right, but I have always been impatient," Jing Cheng said coldly, "It's just that I never expected His Royal Highness to be so blunt. Since you want to learn the art of war well, then follow my king's rules. If His Royal Highness is unwilling to cooperate, It's really simple, it's better to ask Brother Huang to step down from the position of the Prince's Taifu than to disgrace the name of the first generation of the King."

Jing Sheng blushed, and said angrily, "Prince Rong, you—!"

Jing Cheng laughed mockingly: "It's getting late, I'll take my leave first, Your Highness the Crown Prince, don't forget to copy the "Commentary Canon"."

After saying that, he turned and left without hesitation, leaving Jing Sheng hopping around in the East Palace.

……

Su Yang stayed in Jing Cheng's site for a whole afternoon, and his mood changes can be summed up as: frightened-nervous-sleepy-woke up-bored.

When people are extremely bored, they will become bolder. Su Yang has proved with his actual actions that this sentence is not just groundless, but has a certain scientific basis!

He has been thinking about coming to this world for several days, and when he hears the word Jing Cheng, he will be discouraged, resulting in no progress in the mission, he can no longer continue to fall, he must rise up!He wants to conquer Jing Cheng with his charm!

The system taunted him mercilessly: "Wait until your legs stop shaking."

Su Yang: "..."

This is a normal physiological reaction!

In order to show his determination, Su Yang jumped up against the table, went straight to the backyard, and climbed up the nearly two-meter-high fence along a crooked neck tree in the corner.That's right, the main hall of Mo Lin Hall and the back garden of the side hall are connected together, separated only by this wall.

In other words, as long as you climb over this wall, you can sneak into Jing Cheng's bedroom without anyone noticing!

He was riding on the wall with great pride, as if the whole world was crawling under his feet, and the palace of the prince was right in front of him. Once he figured out this person's temperament, he might not be able to find his weaknesses and break them one by one. ?

Su Yang clenched his fists with confidence, as if he had seen the dawn of hope.

A woman sweeping the house with a loud voice asked, "Hey old Liu, do you think someone is riding on the fence?"

It was too late to say it, Su Yang slipped his feet due to fright, and fell directly in a graceful posture, just lying on the ground with his limbs facing the ground, grinning his teeth in pain, but didn't dare to make a sound.

But the old woman said again: "Why is it missing? I saw it just now."

The old head Liu teased her: "The sky is so dark, don't misunderstand, only the new concubine lives in the side hall, I heard that she is the son of Shang Shu, she is so delicate, what is she doing climbing a tree for no reason. "

When the two of them walked a little farther, the delicate son of Lord Shangshu slowly got up from the ground, calmly picked off the weeds on his head, and limped into Jingcheng's bedroom.

With lingering fears in his heart, he thought that if everything goes wrong today, it is better to make a quick decision.

As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he felt a gust of cool wind blowing across his back, this familiar ominous premonition!

There were only a few weak candlesticks lit in the room, compared to the bright lights in the side hall, the palace looked gloomy and deserted, just like Jing Cheng, who made people feel chills on the soles of their feet and felt fear from the bottom of their hearts.

He picked up a candlestick on the table and walked in, the more he walked, the more he felt something was wrong.

If the side hall is a luxury villa with hardcover, then this is an ordinary two-bedroom, one-bedroom apartment at a low price. The gap should not be too stark. With Jing Cheng's current status and prestige, is there any need to wrong himself like this?Or, does he just like this simple and unpretentious style?

Su Yang said to the system: "Could it be that Jing Cheng is the kind of male protagonist who lives in the world of power and strategy, but yearns for the pastoral style of farming? What kind of strange attribute is this!"

system:"……"

Just as Su Yang was about to say something, something caught his ankle suddenly, and he fell heavily to the ground. The candlestick in his hand went out due to the violent impact.

He stretched out his hand to grope on the ground. It seemed to be a slender chain, very strong, and he didn't know what kind of material it was made of. There was a deep chill attached to it, as if it could penetrate into the bone marrow. It still retains that weird cold touch.

Why is there such a thing in Jing Cheng's room?And it's still on the bedside...

Before he had time to think about it, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall figure approached slowly. In the darkness, he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly, but he knew it was Jing Cheng.

Even at night, those ancient well-free black eyes glowed with a cold and indifferent light.

Jing Cheng didn't approach him directly, but turned a corner and lit up the lamps in the room one by one, and soon the dark room was filled with soft light.

Su Yang didn't feel warm, he had an intuition that something terrible would happen next.

At this time, he was slumped on the ground, wearing the luxurious and complicated red wedding dress in the morning, his messy long black hair was scattered on his shoulders, his bright and full lips were like roses blooming in May, a pair of innocent water Wang Wang's round eyes stared blankly at Jing Cheng, with imperceptible prayers in them.

He explained in a low voice: "I, I'm hungry and want to eat, but no one pays attention to me, so I climbed over the wall to look for it, but I couldn't find it here..."

Su Yang said on his own, Jing Cheng didn't give him the slightest response, and calmly lit the last candle.

He walked up to Su Yang, looked at him condescendingly, and said slowly: "I heard that you have lost your memory and your mind is not working."

Su Yang didn't say anything, because a fool would never admit that he was stupid, so he just blinked blankly.

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether it's true or not, this king doesn't care about these things." He said slowly: "What this king wants is someone who will never leave or betray."

"..." Boss, you really have pursuit!

Jing Cheng squatted down in front of Su Yang slowly, picked up a strand of hair on his shoulder, sniffed it gently on the tip of his nose, and said, "I was supposed to pick you up in person today, but I was caught up in something temporarily. , are you angry?"

Su Yang blinked and shook his head, puffing his cheeks lightly, like an angry little squirrel.

angry?How dare he!

There was a trace of a smile in Jing Cheng's deep black eyes, although it was very shallow, it could be seen that he was in a good mood at the moment.

He stared at Su Yang's moist eyes, and said softly: "This king has a gift for you."

Before Su Yang could answer, he had already held his hand and pulled away Su Yang's long sleeves, revealing his slender and fair wrists. The scars left by his bullying at Shangshu Mansion last time were still faintly visible.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Su Yang nodded, eyes full of fear, struggling to take back his hand, but he was firmly grasped and unable to move.

So I had no choice but to whisper: "Bad guy, why do you bully me? It hurts. Last time it hurt... Husband..."

Jing Cheng's movements paused slightly, and he felt his heart was scratched gently, slightly itchy.

He looked at Su Yang and asked, "Who taught you that?"

Su Yang replied honestly: "... Mother, she said that others call you the fifth prince, but I want to call you, husband."

Jing Cheng lowered his eyelashes, slightly raised the corners of his lips for a while, and said, "Idiot, you actually sold your mother like this. If she knows, she'll die of anger."

Su Yang looked innocent and ignorant, and carefully retracted his hand, but was pulled into his arms by Jing Cheng, and then his wrist suddenly felt cold, and there was already a silver bracelet.

It was connected with the chain that tripped Su Yang earlier, strands of cold air scrambled to penetrate into his body.

Jing Cheng took his wrist and looked at it for a moment, then praised: "It's very suitable."

Su Yang wanted to cry but had no tears, but looked at Jing Cheng ignorantly, in exchange for a light kiss from him.

"Then you won't be able to run away again," he said.