Brocade without a knife

The day before the first vassal king entered Beijing, Hesi sleepily wrapped himself in a cotton robe and pushed open the window. Outside the window was scattered snowflakes, sweeping a light layer of white on the treetops.Over the eaves, you can see a vast silver border in the distance, and all the palaces and halls are lightly painted with plain makeup.

Hesi rested in the verandah of the chief inspector of ceremonies yesterday, it should not have been his turn to be on duty in the palace, but the little emperor has taken the wrong medicine recently, so he likes to call him to serve him when he has nothing to do.

I didn't let him do anything after I went there, I found someone to move a chair for him to sit there, either staring at myself reading and writing, or watching him practice martial arts and squatting.

He Si anxiously wished to tie the little bastard to Er Ti's feet, and hit it soaring into the sky.

But he is the emperor after all, no matter how irritable He Si is, he can only bear it.

I can bear it, but the little emperor likes to show off when he is fine, he hums every now and then, asking him to read his words like a dog crawling.

Shu and Si bluntly said that he sprinkled a handful of rice on the paper, grabbed a chicken and pressed two paws of ink, and the writing was better than him.

He looked twice and was blinded.What a majestic emperor, his handwriting is as good as a ghostly drawn talisman. After this, won't the critiques be embarrassing for all the senior ministers with old bones?

Dayan has few virtuous ministers and capable men, and if a few are pissed to death, maybe today will be Dayan's death anniversary next year.

For this reason, he had a good talk with Taifu Yan, who was specially invited by the little emperor, and he said to Taifu Yan tactfully and earnestly: "I heard that your Majesty's poems and books are quite good, and his political opinions are not bad. But this word..."

He did not finish speaking implicitly.

Tai Fu Yan understood, blushing repeatedly said that he was ashamed, that he would definitely teach His Majesty calligraphy in the future, and ensured that the little emperor could write a beautiful Xing Kai by this time next year.

He Si was very satisfied, and patted Taifu Yan on the shoulder, telling him to do a good job. His Majesty will have a promising future in the future, and his future is absolutely boundless.

His original intention was to win over the relationship with cultural people. After all, the current imperial teacher is the future elder of the cabinet. If he wants to survive until successful retirement, he must establish a solid revolutionary friendship with the cabinet.

It may be that Dongchang's reputation is too great, he slapped Taifu Yan so hard that he jumped three feet away in horror, muttering in his mouth.

Hesi couldn't understand clearly, only vaguely heard something like "Men and men...can't tell what to give and receive, friends' wives...don't be bullied" or something.

Hesi: "..."

Before he asked in detail, Master Yan ran away in a panic, as if if he stayed a little longer, he would be dragged to the fourth bed by the vicious Zhao Jingzhong.

He Sibai took a sip of tea in a puzzled manner, and asked Zhao Jingzhong blankly: "No, where did he get the confidence that I would like him?"

Zhao Jingzhong responded with righteous indignation: "That's right, Governor, you obviously like tall and mighty men! A weak scholar..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and He Si pointed to the corner with a grimace on his face: "Shut up, get out, I don't want to see you for a quarter of an hour."

Zhao Jingzhong groaned, and went to stand in the corner in desperation.

He Si felt that he had to take the time to rectify Chao Gang, so as not to let these full-fledged and idle ministers think wildly and gossip all day long!

The little emperor stumbled to learn his homework, but the martial arts practice went smoothly, his horse gait was well done, and his fists danced vigorously, looking good.

It really looks like a straight little green pine from a distance.

Before He Si had time to feel relieved, he suddenly discovered that the bastard Lu Zhengming was avoiding him!

Every time he groaned and groaned, he withdrew from a bunch of palace affairs and field affairs to "supervise" the progress of the little emperor's martial arts learning.

Lu Zhengming either left get out of class early or slipped away, or as if he had foreseen that he would come back today, he simply took a leave of absence without even showing his face.

With four qi knots, he didn't get angry when he was touched by a small hand, let Zhao Jingzhong and the others be tied into the East Factory for [-] rounds of torture, he was a molestor, but he was like a big girl who was molested Yes, I hid from embarrassment.

He Si was very annoyed, but it was not easy to let it out, which made people feel that he was too fussy and couldn't let it go.

He thought about it, and couldn't help but pretended to ask unintentionally one day: "Wow Zhongzhong."

A figure flashed out from the shadows and touched the ground on one knee: "Please give orders, Lord Governor."

He Sigang opened his mouth, and suddenly came to his senses that the sound was wrong. When he saw that it was Yan Chun, he wondered, "Where's your boss?"

Yan Chun watched his nose, nose and heart, bowed his head and cupped his hands and said, "Master Zhao has caught a cold, and he has asked the Governor to be sick before, so he will rest in bed today."

Hesi went blank for a few seconds, and finally remembered dully. Zhao Jingzhong, who had been on vacation yesterday, seemed to have sneaked into the imperial dining room to steal food again. As a result, the imperial dining room was careful to deal with this "big mouse" and went down. medicine.

As a result, as soon as Zhao Jingzhong came back, before he could speak, his face suddenly changed and he rushed to the latrine, and he didn't come back.

It was Li Baoguo who floated in faintly and took leave of absence for him, saying that Zhao Jingzhong had taken rat poison.

He Dashi turned pale with shock, and blurted out: "Is it cold?"

Li Baoguo groaned, and said disapprovingly: "Isn't it just rat medicine? Governor, don't worry, we have practiced kung fu since we were young, and if we take two bites of it, it will kill us at most."

Hesi: "..."

Yesterday it was Li Baoguo who was on duty, and today it was Zhao Jingzhong's turn, because he couldn't be on duty because of a stomachache, so he sent Yan Chun over.

Although Yanchun is young, Zhao Jingzhong intends to train him to be his successor. In his words, even when he is old, someone should take the blame for him.

It's also pitiful...

Since it was Yan Chun, He Si didn't have any scruples, and he started in the usual way: "Chun'er..."

The corner of Yanchun's mouth twitched slightly: "Master, you said..."

"You said that there was a girl who was slighted by someone," Hesi said slowly, "the one who was slighted was angry for a while, but he didn't take it to heart at all. But, the man who was slighted actually made a fuss It's awkward..."

Yan Chun immediately interjected: "What the governor said is the instructor Lu who recently taught His Majesty martial arts," he said with a cold killing intent, "This person dares to offend the governor, his crime is unforgivable, this subordinate will take him to prison. "

Hesi: "..."

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

He said blankly: "Did I say that the surname is Lu?! Did I say that I was the one who was molested!"

Yan Chun: "..."

He Sigeng was angry, and as soon as he raised his hand, Yanchun turned around very quickly and stood in the corner, actively facing the wall and thinking about his mistakes.

Hesi: "..."

He was a little tired, and he wanted to be loyal. He didn't like this Chun'er who could answer quickly...

……

He Si, who was so busy on all fours, tangled for a while, then angrily decided to put Lu Zhengming behind him. Damn, a little Jin Yiwei even put on a score with him, giving him a face!

According to the report from the Dongchang spies, King Yun of Chizhou is going to Beijing tomorrow, which makes He Si feel a little relieved.

Chizhou is next to Jinling, and most of the beautiful mountains and rivers are occupied by King Jing of Jinling, leaving a small piece of poor countryside.But this Prince Yun has always had a good temper since he was a child, he didn't fight or quarrel, he lived happily in his own territory, his heart became bigger and bigger, his stomach got bigger and bigger, and he looked like a Maitreya Buddha.

This is not a difficult person to serve. When returning to Beijing, it is likely that she really just wants to go back to Beijing to chat with her emperor's nephew, and then to see if there is any eldest daughter in the capital who is suitable to be brought into the mansion to be an eighteen-room concubine.

Even so, He Si still arranged for people to watch King Yun's mansion in Beijing.

King Yun has no other thoughts, which doesn't mean that other vassal kings won't be tempted by him. People with soft ears like this are the easiest to fool.He Si believed in his kindness, but worried about his IQ.

After a quarter of an hour, Yan Chun finished his punishment and came back to grind ink for He Si obediently.

I don’t let people wait on me when I’m working with the four batches of red, and only when I have nothing to do to make a few strokes, I sometimes let people help to grind the ink and add water.

Yan Chun was rubbing his ink, and suddenly said: "The governor's writing is like his own."

The soft tip of the pen flicked across the paper, and the four sleeves dipped in the ink, absent-mindedly said: "The mouth is quite sweet."

Yan Chun lowered his head and rubbed his ink slowly: "The governor is completely different from the eunuchs I knew before. When I first saw the governor, I thought it was some suave prince and grandson."

He paused with the four nibs and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Yan Chun said softly: "A person like Governor is like a bright sun in a clear sky..."

Hesi's scalp is a little numb. Although he is a little narcissistic, it is only limited to his occasional smug beauty when no one is around, but it is so embarrassing to say this series of compliments from others...

He had to bite the bullet and interrupt Yan Chun: "Chun'er, in fact, I'm not as good as you say..."

I like to complain and love vanity, I am lazy and easy to get angry, and the most important thing is that I am not so straight...

Didn't Zhao Jingzhong, your straight man's boss, tell you to cherish life and stay away from the governor? ? ?

Yan Chun suddenly fell silent, and suddenly he knelt down: "This subordinate has overstepped, please punish the supervisor."

He Si thought for a while and said, "It's a little bit, but the punishment is fine, you go back and copy the Diamond Sutra ten times."

Copy the scriptures, after you finish copying the scriptures, you will understand that the beauty is dead, and I am just a good-for-nothing who loves to complain.

Yan Chun was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes."

He Si couldn't practice anymore, he waved Yan Chun off to go back, and Li Baoguo, who was changing shift, should have been guarding the door.

When he was left alone in the room, he twisted the tip of his nose and thought slowly.

Tomorrow when King Yun enters the city, everything that needs to be arranged has been arranged. The most important thing is that King Yun will enter the palace to meet the little emperor and the queen mother.

In two days, the finale will be on stage one after another. Hesi's left eyelid has been twitching for the past two days. He has an ominous premonition that King Ning of Youzhou and Prince Jing of Jinling may bring a little surprise to the little emperor. A big "surprise".

For this reason, he had the cheek to ask the person in Sitianjian to make a fortune, but the other party didn't even come out of the gate of Sitianjian, and directly handed someone a blank sheet of paper, and wrote it—the big murderer.

I don't know if it's for the little emperor or for himself, maybe it's a combination of both.

It made Hesi flustered, he panicked for a while and found that it was not his own psychological effect, but he was really flustered!

After reacting, he gritted his teeth and lifted the table legs, and pulled out the torn book!

Sure enough, a line of words slowly appeared on the new page of the torn book that had been peaceful for many days-I am now in a state of insanity due to illness, only dreaming of idlers but not of kings.You are not dreaming, so hurry up and call over!

Hesi: "..."

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I really can't think of the title of this chapter, so I cover my face.