Generals and Puppet Emperors

I hired a teacher for Aman.

This teacher is a great Confucian who has withdrawn from the court for a long time. I couldn't invite a Confucian master who has a place in the court today. In the final analysis, it was because of the emperor's fear.There is no way, he was worried about gain and loss when he did not become the emperor, but when he became the emperor... instead of getting better, he became even more terminally ill.

So why is he so obsessed with making himself terminally ill?

I think, no matter how many years I have, I will not be able to understand the thoughts of people who like to compete for fame and fortune.

Because, it is extremely difficult to understand.

I am a reckless man, and I don't have high requirements for the quality of life. After seeing the frenzied fighting on the battlefield and seeing human life as worthless, I have no other thoughts rooted in my heart except thinking about living.

The emperor likes to come to my house these days, and his predecessor left him a lot of mess, and he has to deal with the old minister who wrote a letter scolding him as a thief, and he has to deal with a lot of memorials, but He just happened to be able to come to me very leisurely.Drink tea, enjoy flowers and play chess.

When the emperor drank tea, I gulped cold boiled water. The emperor admired the flowers, and I fell asleep on his heels. The group of guards behind him all stared at me angrily, probably trying to blurt out: Your Majesty is here , How dare you say something wrong, but I just lazily sent a look over, and they all froze and didn't dare to move. The difference between being on the battlefield and not being on the battlefield is like a natural moat.The emperor asked me to play chess with him, and I stared at the black and white chess piece, and waved the stinky chess piece that shook the world and wept ghosts and gods.

I glanced around, and I could hear the guiding voice of the gentleman I had invited. The emperor must have been worn out by me, and I could occasionally detect the smell of the hidden guards these days.

I am not a dog nose. The main reason I can detect it is probably because I feel the oppressive atmosphere. The hidden guards supported by the emperor are not as keen on eating rice as his guards. They are silent, obedient, numb and silent Hidden in the dark to observe every move of Amanfa and me.

If I didn't have a deep understanding of the emperor's suspicion and sensitivity, maybe I wouldn't have noticed the ghostly traces of the hidden guards.

I was bored holding a teacup, Mr. Li who was separated by a wall gave me a rare deep understanding of the power of the blade caused by words. In the ancient book, the opening and closing of the mouth is so fast that my knife and sword may not be able to catch up, and the foam is flying all over the mouth, which makes me drowsy and feel frightened at the same time.

The weapons of the literati are the pen and the mouth, which is true.

As I thought about it, my eyes came into contact with Aman again. Without pasting the paper window, I was able to see the calm and introverted Aman through the complicated wood grain of the window lattice. What makes me happy from the bottom of my heart is Aman, who from time to time catches my eyes from the corner of my eye.

She looked like a hunting rabbit whose fur had been nearly pierced by an arrow, scrambling for driftwood to lean on.

I could see that she was relying on me unconsciously, and this kind of cognition made me take a big sip of herbal tea without any elegance, and the fire in my heart didn't rest.

It's just... utterly delightful.

Aman, it's really... so cute.

It seemed that only me was reflected in her eyes.

Inappropriate thoughts popped out of my mind suddenly again. I don't deny that this is really attractive, but subtle influence is often the best way.

I am like a cold snake spying on its prey, waiting for the best time to bind and enjoy the prey.

"Over there! Come and listen to me too!"

The brave Mr. Li is still young, and his voice is very imposing. He seems to have noticed the flirtatiousness between me and Aman, and immediately slapped the table and roared towards me.

then.

Aman and I stared at each other, listening blankly to Mr. Li's rants and then enumerating the thoughts and performances of respecting teachers and respecting Tao from ancient times.

Huh, although sitting with Ah Man, this way seems a bit wrong.

A literati's mouth...is indeed a powerful weapon.

The author has something to say:

I finally updated...

This week, I have a cold, dizziness, runny nose, stomach ache and foot pain.

And there was an ugly man who kicked me down with the chair, I regretted not kicking him three feet down.