Thousands of Miles

"Come here and take off this bitch's clothes for me! Let everyone see clearly!"

Several maids rushed forward to hold Ximeng, "呵啦—" "呵啦—" and "呵啦—" tore off the clothes on his body.

It was still cold in spring, so Ximeng was afraid of the cold and put on a few more clothes. In addition, he was struggling and not cooperating. The maids tore his clothes hurriedly. Moon white shirt.

The only thin layer of clothing was also soaked, sticking to Ximeng's thin body, he looked very thin, as if a gust of wind could break him.

However, there is no feeling of pity between women, at least Concubine Qiao and Concubine Wei now believe that Ximeng is a bitch who disguised herself as a man and sneaked into the palace to seduce the officials.

At this moment, Ximeng was trembling even more because of the cold, and struggling even harder.This thin layer of clothing is not enough to warm the body, but it is the only shelter for the shy body.

"Give me quicker hands and feet! Tear it up!" Concubine Wei stared closely at the part of Ximeng's trousers where there was a layer of thin cloth looming between her crotch, expecting to expose this slut who disguised herself as a man and bring her to justice. The pleasure of law.

Several court ladies were struggling to hold down Ximeng's hands and feet, forcing him to the ground, reaching out to tear the only fig leaf in his secret place.

Both Concubine Qiao and Concubine Wei held their breath excitedly, staring closely at between his legs.

"Bangdang-"

A glare of sunlight shot into the room, and the maid who had not had time to solve the mystery for the two empresses was kicked down by the person who came in.

"Kang'er!" Concubine Wei screamed, quickly covered her mouth, stood up and asked softly, "What are you doing here?"

Zhao Kang didn't answer, he helped Ximeng up from the ground, took off his coat and put it on him, and said seriously: "Mother, I didn't expect you to be so vicious, it's no wonder Father doesn't like you."

"You...Zhao Kang...what did you say..."

"You have been complaining about your father never coming to see you all these years, and you should also think about your own reasons." Zhao Kang said coldly, "You have a son yourself, how could you have the heart to treat other people's children like this!"

"Zhao Kang! You little bastard! You bastard! You bastard!" Concubine Wei yelled, "I am your mother! Your mother! You expose my scars like this! You bastard! You bastard!"

Zhao Kang didn't say another word, and walked to his room with Ximeng in his arms.

"Wait a minute, it's cold outside, I'll find my clothes for you to wear." Zhao Kang found a new set of light yellow jackets in the wardrobe and put them on the side cabinet, then took out a large white towel, and put the Meng wiped the water from his hair and reached out to untie his belt.

"Well, I'll do it myself." Ximeng lowered his head and untied his belt, and took off his middle coat.

Zhao Kang wrapped a big towel around Ximeng's body to wipe it off. Even through a layer of towel, Ximeng could still feel the strange crispy and itchy feeling of his hands touching his skin, and couldn't help but "puchi" A laugh came out.

"What's the matter with you?" Zhao Kang stopped and asked.

Xi Meng smiled and shook his head.

"Take off your trousers quickly." Zhao Kang knelt down in front of Ximeng, and untied his belt belt, "Quickly dry and put on your clothes, or you will definitely catch a cold."

Although he is said to be a big man, it is the first time for Ximeng to take off his naked body in front of others. He blushes a little shyly, looking at his lower body in embarrassment, and stands tremblingly in the original position. to fiddle with.

Zhao Kang dried his body and helped him put on his jacket and trousers. Only then he breathed a sigh of relief and went to find a few warm clothes to wrap him around, layer after layer, for fear of freezing him .

Fortunately, Xi Meng was so skinny that only a handful of bones remained, and was wrapped like a rice dumpling by Zhao Kang. He didn't look fat at all, but turned him into a normal figure.

Ximeng was obviously two years older than Zhao Kang, but he was still a bit older in his clothes. He was indeed a malnourished child.

Zhao Kang helped Ximeng get dressed, heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down on the ground.

"What's the matter with you?" Ximeng squatted down in front of him, asking puzzledly.

"It's nothing." Zhao Kang said, "I was thinking, some things are really helpless."

"What's the matter?" Ximeng asked, "You look so happy, can I help you?"

Zhao Kang shook his head: "Forget it, it's useless to say it. Instead of admiring and pitying yourself, it's better to use some real skills to fight for what you want!"

"Huh?" Xi Meng didn't understand what he said, but just looked at him curiously, and squatted in front of him silently.

"Okay, let me take you back." Zhao Kang stood up from the ground, pulled Ximeng up by the way, and regained his usual confidence and calmness, as if the person who sat down on the ground and sighed was not him at all. , but another person.

Ximeng held hands with him and walked slowly towards the painting academy.

"By the way, what's your name?" Zhao Kang asked, "We've met twice, and I didn't ask you what your name was."

Ximeng turned to look at Zhao Kang who was taller than him: "My name is Lin Ximeng, how about you?"

"My name is Zhao Kang." Zhao Kang smiled, "From then on, I will call you Xiao Meng, and you can call me Xiao Kang."

"Okay."

Although Zhao Kang was wrapped in a lot of clothes, Ximeng still caught wind and cold after returning to the painting academy, and had a high fever that day, and was taken to Ninghe Temple by Zhao Ji for treatment.

Ximeng's illness did not improve for several days, and Zhao Ji was so nervous that he circled around him in the painting academy every day.

Those conscientious ministers in the court were asking to see Zhao Ji every day, but Zhao Ji didn't go to the court for five or six days in a row, spending all his time in the Ninghe Hall with his precious apprentice.

Although the imperial doctor said that wind and cold are easily contagious, Zhao Ji still feels at ease when he sleeps with Ximeng in his arms at night.

Ximeng was in a daze from the fever, and the child's temperament was revealed. Every day, he would put his arms around Zhao Ji's neck and listen to his stories before falling asleep.

Lying on the bed, Zhao Ji let Ximeng's little head rest in his arms, and asked softly: "Ximeng, do you still remember the story about Concubine Luoshen Mi that Master told you last night?"

"Yeah." Ximeng nodded.

"Let's talk about another story created by Cao Zijian tonight." Zhao Ji said, "The story of Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies."

"Did Cao Zijian make up this story again?" Ximeng lay in his master's arms, barely pulling his strength up and said softly, "Cao Zijian is so amazing."

"Dong Yong should be a real person. As for the story between him and the fairy, it should be 'fabricated' by Cao Zijian first." Zhao Ji sighed, "A great talent can be produced in a few generations. I have also produced one in my dynasty. A world-class wizard, can be compared with it."

"Mr. Su Zizhan." Xi Meng whispered, "I've seen him before."

"I... Master rarely sees someone, how did you meet him?"

"Don't tell Master." Ximeng pouted, "Ximeng wants to listen to Master's story."

"Okay, okay, let's tell a story." Zhao Ji reached out and patted Ximeng's little buttocks, and said, "During the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a dutiful son named Dong Yong. His family used to be quite rich, and the family lived happily. But later , His family was in trouble, and his father died of illness. Dong Yong had no money to bury his father, so he knelt down on the street and voluntarily sold himself to bury his father..."

"Hmm..." Ximeng stretched out her small hand, pouted and picked up Master's fingers.

Zhao Ji let him break his fingers and continued: "So, a rich man surnamed Fu gave him a sum of money to bury his father. Dong Yong and him agreed that after the three-year mourning period expired, he would go to that Fu. A rich man is a slave."

"Master..."

"Huh?" Zhao Ji recovered, and was surprised to find that one of his hands was dripping wet. Looking down, Xi Meng's eyes were already covered with tears.

"What's wrong with Ximeng?" Zhao Ji was taken aback, and quickly reached out to touch his forehead, asking, "What's wrong?"

"No..." Ximeng wiped away the tears on his face with a small hand, twitching, "Ximeng remembered his father..."

"What? Did he die?" Zhao Ji asked.

"Just three years ago..." Xi Meng choked up.

"So after he passed away, your family moved away?" Zhao Ji said, "No wonder Master can't find you when he goes again."

"Yeah." Ximeng nodded, "My mother doesn't want me anymore, my father has left me, and my master can't be found... Woo..."

"Good boy, Ximeng is good. Don't be sad, Master has found you already? From now on, Master will always be with you." Zhao Ji patted Ximeng's head and continued to let him lean in his arms, softly Asked, "Is Master okay?"

"No." Ximeng shook his head, "Hello, Master."

"Then Ximeng don't cry, you are already 12 years old." Zhao Ji took out the silk handkerchief and wiped away the tears from Ximeng's face, coaxing, "As long as Ximeng stops crying, Master will grant you one wish."

"Master, is it really possible?"

"Of course." Zhao Ji reached out and scratched Ximeng's little nose, "When did Master lie to you?"

"Master, can you ask the officials to see Xiaokang?" Ximeng asked innocently.

"Xiaokang?" Zhao Ji thought carefully and asked, "Who is that?"

"That is, the prince named Zhao Kang." Ximeng said, "I have met him twice, and he has not been very happy. He must miss his father very much. Ximeng can't see his father anymore and wants to see him very much." He and his father were able to get along and stay together."

"Really." Zhao Ji murmured, "It turned out to be him. It's not a difficult matter."

"Really?" Xi Meng was overjoyed, "Master, you didn't lie to me, did you? Will the officials listen to you?"

"Isn't it just to see Xiaokang? What's the point?" Zhao Ji said, "As soon as Ximeng's illness recovers, I will ask the officials to visit this Xiaokang as a teacher."

"Master looks so powerful." Ximeng inadvertently gnawed on his finger again, "Master can't lie to children."

"Ximeng, take out your fingers." Zhao Ji pulled Ximeng's fingers out of his mouth, and shook his head helplessly, "You just like to bite your fingers indiscriminately, that's why you get sick. You are not allowed to bite again in the future. Biting again is the teacher's requirement." Angry."

"Oh." Ximeng lowered his head in frustration, "Master, I'm sorry, Ximeng didn't do it on purpose."

"Okay, go to sleep." Zhao Ji patted Ximeng, put his arms around him and continued, "What did you say just now? Dong Yong sold himself as a slave. On the day he went to Fu rich man's house to be a slave, he met him on the road. I met a beautiful woman and wanted to marry him..."

"...that woman wove hundreds of bolts of silk cloth overnight..."

"...The woman said, I am the Weaver Girl in the sky..."

"...The Weaver Girl finally returned to the sky..."

I heard that such a beautiful person will eventually return to heaven.The little man in his arms closed his eyes, breathing gradually evenly, Zhao Ji hugged Ximeng tightly, fearing that if he let go, he would fly to the sky.

It was not until half a month later that Ximeng's illness improved, and Zhao Ji stepped into the Chuigong Hall for the first time in half a month and started the morning court again.

The things that have been piled up for more than half a month are too many and messy, which makes Zhao Ji very headache.

"Your Majesty, a group of powerful men have appeared in the area of ​​East Jingdong Road, robbing government offices and pedestrians, and even attacking cities and lands. It is very rampant."

"Is this going to be reported?" Zhao Ji said unhappily, "Is the magistrate a vegetarian? Dismiss and investigate, let Grand Master Cai watch and choose another capable person to take over."

"Your Majesty, a group of strong men also appeared on Liangzhe Road. They robbed the people and even the government.

Zhao Ji said casually, "Treat it in the same way."

"Your Majesty, Marshal Zhenzhu Dawang Wanyanwang of the Kingdom of Jin said that he dreamed of a boy in Tokyo who was twelve or thirteen years old and extremely handsome. good."

"This kind of trivial matter is also handed over to Grand Master Cai."