Raiders Shangshen

33

Di Changhuan did not go back to the palace, but went directly to the National Teacher's Mansion in Mo Qing's carriage.

The quaint wooden carriage passed by on the street, all the way to the west, and stopped in front of the last mansion.The curtain of the carriage was lifted, Di Changhuan jumped down, and Mo Qing followed.

After getting off the carriage, the person guarding the door opened the door with a wink, "Your Majesty, Master of the State Teacher."

Di Changhuan crossed the threshold and walked in familiarly.

Although the mansion is large, it is very elegantly furnished. Entering it is a road with unknown flowers planted on both sides, which are in full bloom.At the end of the road is a row of houses. This is the front yard, which is used for entertaining guests.Mo Qing has always lived in the backyard, and few people can enter the backyard.Everyone knows that Master Guoshi doesn't like crowds, and he doesn't like being disturbed by others, and no one wants to make fun of himself.

Bypassing the front yard, there is a lotus pond. Although it is spring, the lotus leaves here are still endlessly blue, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun.Di Changhuan was not surprised. He knew that Mr. Guoshi was an extraordinary person since he was a child. He has not aged at all for so many years to prove it.Although Mo Qing wore a mask, when facing him, the mask was dispensable, as long as he wanted, he could take off his mask.He still remembers the moment when he was naughty when he took off Mo Qing's mask when he was young.

There is a bridge in the middle of the lotus pond, and a pavilion in the middle of the bridge. After passing the pavilion, you will arrive.

"Go to the study." Mo Qing, who was following Di Changhuan, saw that Di Changhuan was not leaving, and said.

"No way." Di Changhuan exaggeratedly exclaimed, "After so many years, your method of copying books cannot be changed."

"No." Mo Qing said.

"..." Di Changhuan.

After entering the study, Di Changhuan sat directly at the desk, and Mo Qing went to the bookshelf and took a book and put it in his hand.It is a book of Mountains and Seas, the corners of the book are a little tattered, and the writing is a little faded and worn, but because of its good quality, it is still a complete book.

Di Changhuan curled his lips and said, "After so many years, I can recite it backwards."

Yes, this book is the one he is most familiar with, because it can be said that this book grew up with him.Although his father doted on him when he was young, he was busy with affairs on weekdays and didn't have much time to spend with him, so he entrusted the national teacher to take care of him, which can be regarded as his teacher.When he was young, he was punished for copying the Classic of Mountains and Seas every time he made a mistake. Now, he has copied dozens of boxes of manuscripts.Of course, this is also because he makes frequent mistakes.

"Thirty times." Mo Qing ignored his complaints, sat down beside him, and said calmly.

"I know, I know." Di Changhuan picked up the pen and began to copy. He has gotten used to it over the years. Most importantly, he thinks it's good to just copy the book. Anyway, even if he can't finish copying, Mo Qing won't say He what.

The attendant Yu Wu, who drove the car silently outside the door without any sense of presence, watched Tianzun and Shangshen enter the study together, and left happily, and must not disturb Tianzun and Shangshen's solitude.

Di Changhuan was absent-mindedly copying with a pen, his thoughts wandering somewhere, he thought, Mo Qing was not so boring before.

He remembered that when he was young, Mo Qing was really nicer to him than his father, and he often wondered if he was actually Mo Qing's child.

In the 22nd year of the calendar year, Emperor Changhuan was born, and the whole country celebrated with joy.

At that time, Emperor Zhanghuan's mother was still alive, although she was ill.Emperor Liyuan was very happy with his son's arrival, and held a big feast in the palace.During the banquet, Emperor Liyuan sent someone to invite the master of the state to come and name the little prince.

That day, the national teacher seemed to be wearing white clothes and blue clothes. In short, he was not wearing the black clothes he usually wears. He also wore a mask rarely. .

The national teacher seemed to have looked at the little prince for a long time before saying, "Long Huan."

Di Liyuan thought for a while and nodded with a smile, "It's a good name. Longevity and happiness. Changhuan, I'll call it Dichanghuan."

Later, the Master National Teacher hugged the little prince. Although there was a mask blocking it, Emperor Liyuan always felt that the Master National Teacher seemed to be smiling.

Di Changhuan didn't remember these things, it was his father who told him, and his father also said that the national teacher seemed to value him very much.His father was very happy about this, and he was relieved to hand him over to the national teacher for teaching, so he spent a lot of time with the national teacher when he was young.

But he remembered that when he was a child, he was naughty and always liked to play tricks on Mo Qing.

I remember one year, when he was five years old, he was in the monitoring class of Guozi.After school, the master asked them to draw a picture and hand it in tomorrow.He went to Mo Qing and asked Mo Qing to draw a picture for him and hand it in.It's a pity that Mo Qing rejected him, and not only let him paint by himself, but also personally supervised him, in case he asked someone else to paint for him.

Di Changhuan was very unhappy. He thought, what good paintings can a five-year-old draw?The wife is used to being difficult.But thinking this way, he still started to paint, and he still painted very seriously.

After he finished painting, he mysteriously put the painting in his arms, and Mo Qing asked him what he drew.The emperor laughed and said, I won't tell you.

And the next day, Mo Qing knew what he drew, and why Di Changhuan didn't let him see it.

Because the master came to him the next day and handed him the painting drawn by Di Changhuan, hesitant to speak.

The painting is very messy, and it is vaguely discernible that it is a person wearing a mask. There are two emphatically drawn arcs on the person's chest, probably to express that this is a woman.At the bottom of the painting, there is a line written crookedly, which is exactly, "The master of the national teacher in my mind".

After Mo Qing finished reading, he slowly lowered his head to look at his flat chest, without saying a word...

When he did this, Di Changhuan, who was hiding behind the bushes, couldn't bear it anymore, laughed loudly, bent over, beat the ground with one hand, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, and couldn't stop no matter what.

"I can't do it... Haha... Hey, I'm dying of laughter... Hahaha... The national teacher..." Di Changhuan thought, why is the national teacher so interesting? Could it be that he suspected that he was a woman just because of a painting.

Mo Qing stood there looking at Di Changhuan, and when he stopped laughing enough, he said lightly, "The Classic of Mountains and Seas, fifty times."

"..." Di Changhuan.

That time, Emperor Changhuan obediently copied the Shan Hai Jing fifty times, only because of the rare sternness of the national teacher, he personally supervised him until he finished copying, even his usual coquettishness was useless.But this matter is also rare to plant a seed in his heart. He wants to see what the national teacher looks like under the mask, and wants to know who the national teacher is, in case it is really a woman, and a woman with a flat chest...

Thinking of this, the emperor laughed happily, and the pen in his hand made a mark on the paper.When he came back to his senses, Mo Qing put down the book and was looking at him suspiciously.

He stopped laughing and continued to copy the book, but couldn't help asking, "Master, why aren't you a woman?"

"Why should I be a woman?" Mo Qing asked back.

"It's nothing, I'm talking nonsense." The emperor laughed happily, showing a mouthful of beautiful white teeth.

Mo Qing didn't know what to think of, his mind was not on the book, and he didn't even notice that the book was turned upside down.

In the evening, Emperor Changhuan said that he would copy the rest tomorrow, and went back to the palace, where Shaoan was already waiting for him.

Seeing Emperor Changhuan come back, Shao An breathed a sigh of relief, although the world is peaceful, there are also some thieves who want to do something.And His Majesty never let anyone follow him when he went out of the palace.There was a pile of memorials on the desk, and Di Changhuan didn't deal with it, and went directly to the apse to take a bath.After dismissing the crowd, Di Changhuan soaked comfortably in the bluestone bathtub by himself.

The water in the bath is a hot spring brought from outside the palace, which is a huge labor-intensive effort. I don’t know which emperor built it, and his father repaired it again. It still looks brand new now.

Di Changhuan breathed out comfortably, leaned against the wall of the pool, raised his head, and met a pair of small eyes.A young boy with two horns on his head was squatting on the beam, looking at him.

"..." Di Changhuan.

"..." A young boy with two horns on his first head.

"Demon?" After a long time, Di Changhuan said calmly.This is also thanks to the fact that there is an extraordinary national teacher beside him who makes him often copy the Shan Hai Jing, otherwise he would never be so calm now.

The little boy's eyes lit up when he heard his voice, and he yelled "Master Daddy" before jumping down.

Di Changhuan, who was stunned by the sound of "Daddy", watched the little boy fall into the water with a "plop", splashing water as high as half a person, he reacted and hurriedly checked the little boy's situation, but Seeing the little boy break through the water, he threw himself on him, and called affectionately while rubbing against him, "My lord, my lord..."

"Stop." Di Changhuan was annoyed by being called and interrupted him, "What are you calling me?"

"My lord, Daddy." The young boy blinked his watery eyes.

"How do you know I'm your father? You little monster, don't scream, I don't have a son as old as you." Di Changhuan said, not to mention that he didn't have a concubine yet, but he just turned eighteen this year. It is impossible to have a son as old as xx years old.

"Uncle Lian said it." The young boy replied obediently. "And my name is Luo Xiaoxie."

"Uncle Lian?" Di Changhuan asked?This little monster has relatives, so why let him run away from here.

"Yes, yes." The young boy who claimed to be Luo Xiaoxie pointed to the back of Di Changhuan, "Uncle Lian is here... Hey, where is Uncle Lian?"

Di Changhuan looked back, but there was no one there.

The little boy over there was still talking, "Uncle Lian said that you don't remember Daddy, but it doesn't matter. In Xiaoxie's heart, Daddy is Daddy no matter what, and this way I can be with Daddy..."

Di Changhuan was helpless, and finally found out after his inquiry that the child's name was Luo Xiaoxie. I heard that he named it after him, but he couldn't remember it.Fortunately, the child was not his own.I don't know anything else, because this little monster can only say that Daddy is the best, I want to be with Daddy and so on.

Di Changhuan expressed that he was very tired. He thought that this little monster probably recognized him as someone who resembled him. Seeing that he was so attached to him, it was impossible to drive him away.And the little monster just said that Uncle Lian should have relatives.Therefore, Di Changhuan felt that he should be raised first, and that when his relatives found him, he would be taken away by them.

"Ahem." Di Changhuan looked at the little monster in his arms seriously, and said, "You can be with me, but your horns cannot be exposed."

Luo Xiaoxie nodded sharply, "Don't worry, Father, Uncle Lian has already taught me how to hide the horns."

Di Changhuan let out a long sigh of relief, and asked him to bring a little monster in and out, fearing that he would be lectured by those old guys again.

Luo Xiaoxie lowered his head, humming.

"You don't want to take a shit, do you?" Di Changhuan was taken aback. This is a bathtub. Could it be that this little monster is incompetent?

Just as he was thinking about whether to take the little monster out, he saw the horns on the little monster's head slowly retracted, hiding it under a mess of hair.

After putting away the horns, Luo Xiaoxie raised his head and looked at Di Changhuan suspiciously, "My lord, what did you just say?"

"Ahem, it's nothing, I said you are very powerful." Di Changhuan touched Luo Xiaoxie's head, feeling that the touch was familiar, so he touched it again.

When Luo Xiaoxie heard Di Zhanghuan's praise, he laughed like eating candy, showing his two pointed canine teeth.

In fact, this child is quite cute, and it would be nice to have such a son, Di Changhuan thought.

On the roof facing the bathing pool, Lian Yao chuckled, turned around and sank into the darkness.