I rely on learning to dominate the entertainment industry [Ancient wear today]

The ministers had nothing to do with the emperor, so they simply picked up the "soft persimmon" of the national teacher.

It's not easy to do it directly, but it can attack with words.

All of a sudden, rumors about the National Teacher suddenly spread in the capital.

The mouth of a literati can make people want to die of shame and indignation without revealing a single dirty word.

But it is a pity that Master Guoshi is not an ordinary person.

"What's the matter?" The national teacher was standing in front of the desk drawing a talisman, when he heard the movement and raised his eyes, he saw the red-eyed appearance of his personal attendant, and he knew that he must have cried.

"The subordinate went down to the street today." The attendant lowered his head and answered nonchalantly.

"Oh?" Putting down the wolf hair in his hand, the national teacher frowned slightly, "And then?"

"Then my subordinate heard some people say, sir..." He stammered for a long while, before he could say the rest, his eyes turned even redder.

"You say I'm willing to be humble, serve the king with color, and have no shame?" The national teacher understood it, and asked casually, with a calm tone, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

"They're too much!" The attendant didn't deny it, his cheeks puffed up, and he finally uttered an angrily complaining.

Today when he went out, no matter where he went, he could hear other people's comments on the national teacher, and it was some remarks that disrupted the country and caused disasters.

Even three or four-year-old milk dolls can read a line or two of related doggerel.

"Okay, mouths grow on them, let them speak if they wish." He reached out and picked up the talisman papers on the table, and folded them into small pieces one by one.

After a while, more than a dozen talisman papers were folded neatly by the national teacher's movements.

"If you can't stop listening, then don't listen. If you still can't get angry, then give one or two banning talismans, it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong."

"...Yes." Well aware of the character of the national teacher, the attendant could only bow his head in response, only thinking in his heart that he must bring a few more forbidden speech talismans next time he went out.

"If you can't figure it out, keep thinking. I'll go to the palace and I won't be back in the next few days. If there's something urgent, come and find me in the palace."

After leaving such a sentence, the national teacher Shi Shiran left the national teacher's mansion and went to meet his lover in the palace.

Fortunately, those so-called literati and loyal officials did not see the current reaction of the national teacher.

It is to let them know that they have gone to great lengths to spread the words and tried to force the national teacher to submit, and they didn't even make the national teacher's eyelids move. I'm afraid they will be pissed off.

After entering the palace, the national teacher went straight to the emperor's bedroom.

In the past two years, Nanyuan's national situation has been very good, and the emperor has naturally become more and more relaxed, and he can spend more and more time with the national teacher.

In addition to gossip, the two of them will also do other things on weekdays.

For example, if the national teacher is interested, he will teach the emperor some simple divination techniques to calculate good and bad luck.

When the emperor's interest came, he would teach the national teacher some things that literati like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

This habit also started from a certain banquet after the national teacher and the emperor were together.

In the past, most of the national teachers came from the family of Zhongming Dingshi, and they learned enlightenment from the great Confucianists since they were young. Therefore, during the banquet, the officials of Nanyuan Middle School were used to classifying the national teachers as civil servants.

There are only a few tricks that civil servants can play at banquets.

What is a drinking order, what is a poem or painting with a certain item as the theme.

When the interest comes, I will appreciate one or two passages of the music played by the luthier.

The atmosphere was very good at the beginning, but when it came to the National Teacher, it suddenly became cold.

Although the emperor later came forward to relieve the siege, saying that it was the first time for the national teacher to participate in such a banquet, and he was not used to it yet, everyone still felt a little guilty.

The national teacher is a character who refuses to admit defeat. When he finds out that he is lacking in this area, he naturally has to work hard to make up for it.

After all, she is no longer a five or six-year-old milk baby. If she invites teachers with great fanfare, the national teacher himself will not be able to save face.

The emperor saw what the national teacher was thinking at a glance, so he volunteered to be the teacher.

At the beginning, the national teacher thought it was too troublesome and wanted to give up.

Mr. Naihe is too resourceful, after this reward and punishment method, the national teacher was blushing and shy to persevere.

When we arrived at the palace, the emperor was not there. The national teacher checked the time and guessed that this person should be in the imperial study, so he didn't bother him.

Walking to the desk, I happened to see an unfinished picture on the desk.

Turning his eyes, he picked up the writing brush that was placed aside, and wrote down the words.

After a while, the other half of the characters were completed.

"That's right, we've made progress." As soon as the national teacher put down the brush, he heard a man's voice of admiration coming from behind him.

Turning his head, he realized that at some point, the emperor had already walked behind him.

In the end, it was because the emperor's bedroom was surrounded by the emperor's aura, which made the national teacher relax his vigilance.

"It's just progress?" The national teacher raised his eyebrows and looked at the picture on the table.

If it is seen by uninformed people, it may not be possible to tell that it is from the hands of two people.

"I was wrong. It should be perfect, already on par with me." The emperor was not annoyed when he was refuted.

From the back of the national teacher, wrap the whole person of the national teacher in his arms, then hold the hand of the national teacher, hold a pen, and leave a signature on the lower left corner of the paper.

"That's about the same." The national teacher snorted arrogantly, obediently letting the emperor control his hand.

Such a posture reminded the national teacher of the scene where he and the emperor had just learned to write more than a year ago.

In the past, the calligraphy of the national teacher was not ugly, and it could be seen in the eyes of outsiders, but in front of calligraphy masters, it was not enough.

But the emperor studied under the great Confucianism, and this calligraphy was practiced hard since childhood.

After seeing the comparison between his handwriting and the emperor's handwriting, the national teacher unceremoniously asked the emperor to teach him.

The emperor didn't hide his secrets, but within a year, the teacher's handwriting could rival that of the emperor's.

"It will be framed in a while, and then hung on the wall." After signing the signature, the emperor rested his chin on the neck of the national teacher, looked down at the picture in front of him, and was very satisfied.

"There is no need to be so exaggerated?" The national teacher was a little embarrassed, looking at the writing on the table, how did you feel, it seemed a bit ordinary?

"How can it be said to be an exaggeration? This is Ziyu's masterpiece." The emperor whispered in the ear of the national teacher.

The ambiguous tone and movements made the national teacher's face slightly red, but he did not refute the emperor's proposal after all.

What happened later was somewhat out of the control of the two of them.

After a while, the two figures in the room intertwined, leaving only the panting and spring scenery that filled the room.

After the servants serving outside the hall heard the movement, they took two steps forward as usual and closed the door of the hall. At the same time, they were thinking in their hearts how long it would take to calm down this time.

From the reaction of the servants outside the palace, it can be seen that this is not the first time this has happened.

Of course, it won't be the last time.

Under such circumstances, Fu Tingshen woke up from the dream.

"Um……"

As soon as he made some movements, he heard the screams from the people beside him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Li Xingchen's sleeping profile.

Perhaps sensing Fu Tingshen's gaze, Li Xingchen unconsciously leaned into Fu Tingshen's arms.

In the end, he stuffed his whole body into Fu Tingshen's arms, let out a satisfied sigh, and continued to fall into a deep sleep.

Seeing Li Xingchen's series of movements, Fu Tingshen stretched out his hands to wrap his arms around him, feeling the warm body temperature in his arms, for a while, Fu Tingshen couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Ever since he dreamed that the national teacher called the emperor's name in his sleep two days ago, and knew that the emperor had the same name and surname as him, Fu Tingshen had some doubts in his heart.

Some things, when you are not aware of them, you may always be in a daze. Once you have doubts, the fog in front of you seems to start to gradually dissipate.

After waking up from the dream today, Fu Tingshen confirmed his suspicion in his heart:

Could that emperor be the same person as him?

After all, the same name, the same body shape, the same habits and even the same handwriting...

Where in the world are there so many coincidences?

The only thing that made Fu Ting deeply regretful was that he was still unable to see the full appearance of the national teacher and the emperor in his dreams.

"What time is it?" Just as Fu Tingshen was thinking wildly in his mind, Li Xingchen's slightly hoarse inquiry sounded in his ears.

"It's less than seven o'clock." Fu Tingshen fished out the mobile phone beside him and answered in a low voice.

During this period of time, because of the dream, he acted without discipline and restraint. The most direct consequence was that the biological clocks of the two of them went on strike.

In the past, the two people who could not get up at six o'clock had become normal to sleep until eight or nine o'clock.

That is to say, after these two days of getting used to it, I woke up earlier.

"It's time to get up, I have to audition today!" Li Xingchen sat up from the bed at once, scratched his head, and muttered in a low voice.

"The Republic of China drama?" Fu Ting raised his eyebrows deeply. He also heard An Weiyang's report on the audition.

"Yes, this time it's the male number one. I don't know if I can pass it." Li Xingchen lifted the quilt and got off the bed.

Because of the mischief at night, Li Xingchen didn't have any extra clothes on his body.

The beautiful shoulder blades, the slightly sunken spine, the slender waist, and the looming waist, all displayed in front of Fu Tingshen's eyes following Li Xingchen's movements.

But Fu Qiye didn't enjoy such a blessing for too long, because Li Xingchen turned around and walked into the cloakroom beside him.

When he came out again, the clothes on his body were already neatly dressed.

Sighing a pity in his heart, Fu Qiye simply turned over and got out of bed, and began to dress and wash.

"What time is the audition? Do you need me to take you there?" Fu Tingshen asked while sorting the buttons of his shirt.

"Nine o'clock in the morning, there's no need, brother An said to come pick me up directly." Perhaps because he was brushing his teeth, Li Xingchen's voice was a little vague.

"Then remember to send me a message after the audition is over." Being rejected, Fu Tingshen didn't insist.

When Li Xingchen came out of the bathroom, he saw Fu Qiye who was completely dressed except for the tie.

As for the tie, it was still in Fu Qiye's hands.

Without Fu Tingshen's reminder, Li Xingchen stepped forward, took the tie, and put his gloves on Fu Qiye's neck.

After a while, a beautiful Windsor knot appeared.

Compared with the first time, Mr. Guoshi is much more proficient in wearing a tie now, and the final result is also much more beautiful.

"Looks good!" Master Guo Shi took a step back and nodded in satisfaction.

"Thank you for the compliment." The corners of Fu Qiye's lips rose, and he possessed himself and pecked on the lips of Master Guoshi.

"I'm talking about the bow tie!" The national teacher stared at him, and his eyes were full of shameless condemnation of Fu Qiye.

"I'm not good-looking?" Fu Qiye frowned, his face full of resentment.

"...beautiful!" What else can the Master National Teacher say?Can only appease repeatedly.

When he found that Fu Qiye's complexion didn't improve, he reluctantly took a step forward and pecked at the corner of Fu Qiye's lips, at least smoothing the hairy man.