you're done

The small courtyard is quiet, and the sounds of insects and frogs are very clear in the dark night.

Luo Shiwei carefully closed the window, and after the system confirmed that no one was listening, he glanced at the boy who was kneeling on the ground, and said coldly: "You continue to talk."

Luo Mang probed quietly, hesitantly: "From..."

"Speak from your birth, from the establishment of the Great Jin Dynasty, from the creation of Pangu! Is this distance enough for you to explain everything clearly?" Luo Shiwei glared at him.

"……enough."

The little boy had no arrogance at all, and whispered: "The East Factory is all-pervasive. In order to avoid being caught and revealing my flaws, I have been arranged to change many residences over the years, and I have met many people who claim to be loyal to the royal family."

"Some people do it for profit, and some people purely want to cling to the Jin family, but no matter which kind of person they are, they can be controlled through their weaknesses."

Luo Shi raised his eyebrows slightly, and he was no exception to this point. Although the boy is young, he has experienced a lot. Even when they met for the first time, he learned to draw two kinds of big cakes to deal with him and Luo Yushi, which shows his mentality extraordinary.

but……

"You were arranged to join me, and you were forced to humiliate and call your father in order to survive, and you are also pretending?" Luo Shiwei's eyes were cold.

"no!"

Luo Mang eagerly denied this statement, his face was a little pale, as if he realized that if even this point was false, then he would be worthless in Luo Shiwei's eyes.

Luo Mang raised his head, looked at the "father" who was only 13 years older than him, with a bit of panic in his eyes, and subconsciously grabbed the sleeve of the other party, as if he could grasp the family affection he had just obtained. In the palm of your hand, you won't lose it.

He pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "At that time, I really thought I would die in the private prison of Dongchang, because even if I have the blood of the royal family, even if I have a little cleverness, no one would risk being thrown into prison. The risk of returning to the Ten Clans came to save me, but you still came."

"In the beginning, it was indeed humiliating to call father in order to live. At that time, in my mind, only the late emperor who sat on the dragon chair and gave orders to control the world was my father, and you were just humiliating me... "

and after?

"But later, you went to meet me in the private prison, and under the pressure of cold words, I heard the hidden vitality.

You brought me out and stayed by your side, and taught me how to hide myself, how to deal with enemies who are ten or a hundred times stronger than myself..."

The little boy seemed to have thought of something, and with a smile on his lips, he said softly: "Although you may be very unreliable when you have something to do, this is the first time I have realized what is warm from a person. sense of security."

He looked at Luo Shiwei, his black eyes bright and sincere, and said word by word: "Perhaps since then, I have been convinced to call you father."

Luo Zhiwei's cold and hard expression slowly eased a little, and said lightly: "Get up, sit down and talk."

The little boy breathed a sigh of relief, got up obediently, sat beside him, and poured tea for him.

Luo Zhiwei took a sip and asked, "So, how did you get involved with the Fuzhou case?"

Luo Mang's expression froze.

He stood up slowly, took a step back, and then knelt down very obediently.

Luo Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly: "What are you doing?"

The little boy lowered his head and said sullenly, "I really didn't intend to harm my father."

"The emperor wanted to kill Lou Huihui, so he secretly set up a bureau in Fuzhou with several ministers. They planned to sacrifice the people of a state, forcing Lou Zhihui to go mad, and Qin Jiuge was the executor."

Luo Shiwei's eyelids twitched, it really wasn't a good thing.

"Then why did Qin Jiuge target me every time?"

"It was arranged by me. I asked him to take you away to prevent you from being affected by the enchanted building. On the other hand, even if the emperor's plan fails, he can arrange for you to return to the building by breaking the situation and making meritorious service afterwards." by his side, deepening your importance to him."

The little boy smiled wryly and said, "But it's all calculations. I didn't expect that Qin Jiuge only listened to the instructions and didn't understand my true intentions. Instead, he hurt my father."

He wanted to protect Luo Shiwei, but in order to drive him into a demon, Qin Jiuge got Luo Shiwei a sword and almost died.

After learning of his father's accident, Luo Mang's mood can be imagined.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he personally killed the person he wanted to protect.

Luo Zhi glanced at his gray face, and knew how hard this failure had hit him, so he couldn't help but sneered: "A child's trick."

This brat really messed up a pool of water.

However, after confirming that he had no other intentions, Luo Zhiwei's mood improved a little. He could tolerate being stupid or poisonous, but he couldn't bear being betrayed by the people around him.

If the little brat was really plotting to murder him in the dark, Luo Shiwei would not spare him even if he failed in the mission.

He lazily leaned on the bed, Bai Qiu wrapped his injured shoulder, yawned, and asked: "Prime Minister Zuo must be the one who has been hiding you, so why did Qin Jiuge obey your orders? Cheng's person? Or did you catch his weakness?"

"neither."

Luo Mang said in a low voice: "Master Zuo and Qin Jiuge are the most loyal subordinates of the late Emperor."

Luo Zhiwei yawned, rolled his eyes in doubt, and looked at him: "What do you mean? Are you using someone who touches the old emperor?"

Not to mention that his father died on the day the boy was born, leaving him no power at all, or tokens of commanding the heroes, even if there were, those cunning and treacherous officials might not necessarily obey this ten-year-old boy, right?

"Use it to move."

"The outside world knows that Prime Minister Zuo will have no descendants in his life, and he will never have any descendants, but they don't know that he has already hidden his wife and his own son in his hometown and settled down. He is afraid that if Lou Ji finds out, then he will have no descendants!"

"There is also Qin Jiuge's sect before he became an official in the court, and the six ministers each have their own weaknesses..."

Speaking of this topic, Luo Mang's eyes shone brightly, which was straightforward ambition. He said: "Father, the crow knows how to feed back. One day, I will be strong enough to protect you, and I will not let that vicious The treacherous eunuch kneels at your feet, so that you no longer need to pretend to be yourself, and live the life you want as you please."

Luo Shiwei asked softly: "So, how do you know all this?"

This question made Luo Mang slowly frown.

He seemed a little distressed, even raised his hand and hammered his head, and said hoarsely: "I don't know, since I moved into the small courtyard to live with my father, a lot of memories suddenly appeared in my mind little by little, some It is the weakness of the courtiers, some of them are things in the palace, and sometimes they will be influenced by the memory fragments to affect their emotions and thoughts, and they can't even tell who I am..."

He said this, and slowly lowered his head on Luo Shiwei's lap, "But as long as my father is on my body, I can wake up, I know that I am the thirteenth prince, and I am also a weak Luo Mang who needs my father's protection. "

Luo Shi lowered his eyes slightly. He watched the young man's painful expression slowly transform into a peaceful and comfortable one, but his brows were unconsciously frowned.

【What is the memory from Lomando? 】

[It seems to be a bug, if you ask carefully, I will check the background of this world. 】

Luo Zhiwei said softly: "Luo Mang, who is the main perspective in your memories?"

"Main perspective..."

Luo Mang murmured in a low voice, he slowly raised his head, the young man's quiet face twisted for a moment, he stared straight at Luo Shiwei, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his lips, "They all call me... His Majesty."

Boom--!

Luo Shiwei's expression changed drastically, and he kicked the person out. He coughed twice, and then looked at Luo Mang, with a face that looked like hell: "You...you...!"

"Father, what did Mang'er do wrong?" The little boy showed an aggrieved expression.

"Man'er is a ghost!"

Luo Shiwei's face turned blue. Looking at this nervous thing, he raised his hand and knocked him unconscious.

"Brother, come out!"

He growled in a low voice: "See, that thing that ran out of my son's body just now, is that my mango? That is clearly..."

"...Emperor Jing."

Ten years ago, Emperor Jing died and the thirteenth prince Cheng Zhao was born.

One life and one death.

Luo Shiwei suddenly rang the words that he teased and threatened Lou Ji.

"That's right, if the father dies and the son lives, if it's such a coincidence, maybe this little prince is the reincarnation of the late emperor."

I see through! ! !

Is he a crow into a spirit? Whatever he says!

Luo Shiwei's expression was distorted.

[I'm still investigating. 】

"I need to check, I need to check, what if I make a mistake..."

Luo Zhiwei murmured: "Or one body and two souls, after all, my cheap son can't possibly be the reincarnation of Emperor Jing, this is too bloody and exciting..."

In case it is really a reincarnation, the memory belonging to Emperor Jing is slowly recovering...

Luo Shiwei firmly dragged the cub up, threw him back to his bedroom, then came back and got under the covers, closing his eyes and pretending to be dead.

He rejects this possibility.

When Luo Shiwei woke up the next day, it was already noon.

He stared at the big sun outside the window, paused for a long time before slowly realizing that he was not late and did not need to go to court, thanks to the sword of the governor, he could stay at home for half a year.

very nice.

If possible, I hope the Lord Governor will give him another sword after he recovers.

Thinking this way, Luo Zhiwei slowly got up from the bed to eat lunch, and when he opened the door, he was shocked to see the little boy sitting outside reading a book.

【Why is he here! 】Luo Shiwei stared at him cautiously, for fear that this man would give him another sinister smile.

"Father."

Luo Mang put on a serious face, and said to him seriously: "The governor sent many memorials again, saying that you should not forget to share your worries when you are recuperating at home, and you can't stay in bed anymore!"

Luo Zhiwei: "..." He seemed to have forgotten what happened last night.

Seeing that he didn't move, Luo Mang was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet, and said through gritted teeth: "Father! If you don't understand these memorials, can you just study with me first? A dignified third-rank official, a hero in the hearts of Confucian scholars You are illiterate, and after this word spreads, you will not be able to leave a bad reputation for thousands of years!"

Luo Shiwei looked left and right, up and down, without any flaws, and finally confirmed that this careerist was indeed his son, not the psychopath Jingdi.

"Mang'er." He sighed, brewing some emotions.

Unexpectedly, when the little brat heard this address, he was stunned by Lei. He looked at him with a ghostly expression on his face, and said tremblingly: "Father, you should call me Nizi...Nizi is also fine!"

"...Niety!" Luo Zhiwei scolded angrily: "For disobedience and unfilial piety, I will punish you to copy the rest of the books as well!"

He said, coughed twice, wrapped in white fur and walked out aggressively.

The little boy said faintly: "Father, the evils are all for your own good, so don't run away any longer."

"Pooh!"

Luo Shiwei resolutely refused to listen and refused to learn.

In order to hide from this careerist son, he even sneaked into the governor's mansion early in the morning to hide.

Of course, the obvious reason is to handle official business.

Then Luo Zhiwei ate two plates of pastries in the governor's study, filling his belly so round, and finally struggled to lie on the soft couch, moaning and preparing for an afternoon nap.

A cool wind blows in.

Luo Shiwei closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and lazily told the maid: "Close the door, keep the wind out, and make a pot of tea for the master."

It feels good not to be forced to learn.

Unfortunately, no maidservant responded.

Instead, a lazy voice sounded coolly: "Master Luo is so comfortable."

"……cough!"

Luo Zhiwei sat up in a jerk, "Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!"

He put his hand to his lips, coughing continuously, and looked at the condescending figure in a python robe in shock, "cough, cough, why did the Governor come back so early today? Didn't he say he was going to Prime Minister Zuo to arrest the little prince?" ?”

"Don't worry, maybe it's a blindfold, why bother to startle the snake."

Lou pulled back his robe, sat on the soft couch, and stretched out his hand to embrace the coughing young man in his arms, as if he was embracing his wife.

His palm pressed slightly against Luo Zhiwei's chest, and a wave of it passed in. Soon, the coughing of the young man stopped, leaving only gasps.

"Thank you, Governor." Luo Zhiwei's cheeks were flushed, his breath slowly recovered, and his whole body relaxed.

He raised his head slightly, and only saw a graceful jaw, and the man's thin lips that seemed to be smiling.

Lou Jihui kissed his black hair affectionately, chuckled lightly, and said: "After all, the little prince is a trivial matter. In the court today, I specially made a big event for Yanqing."

"What?" Luo Zhi asked slightly confused.

"Today, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty are arguing endlessly about the chief examiner of Enke, and none of the nominees can convince the public. In the end, the courtier suggested that since Yanqing is the aspiration of the world's students and people, you should be the chief examiner, isn't it the best? The right person."

He finalized the final result lightly: "So, this Enke matter has finally reached an agreement."

Luo Zhiwei panicked, and subconsciously said: "The supervisor has promised Yanqing that he will not force me to study anymore!"

"good."

Lou Jihui affirmed his statement, but before Luo Shi breathed a sigh of relief, he heard him say: "So, in order to be the chief examiner, from now on, all the memorials sent by officials from various places will be approved by Yanqing alone. .”

One...person...approves...reply.

Luo Shiwei's expression froze.

How many memorials are there every day?

This question, we can ask Emperor Yongzheng who was writing memorials every day until midnight, and finally died of overwork.

Luo Shiwei slowly pushed the building away and returned.

Even if the person holding him is a beautiful woman, he can't be distracted, only disheartened and ashamed.

At this time, he suddenly wanted to go home.

Even if there is a career-crazed son in the family who forces him to study every day, at least he can suppress it violently, but facing this moody beauty...

It is clear at a glance who is violent.

Lou Ji pulled him back and asked casually, "Where is Yanqing going?"

Luo Zhiwei broke down and let out a howl: "The king wants the minister to die and the minister has to die. Since the governor wants to use the method of writing memorials to kill Yanqing, Yanqing might as well die now for you to see!!!"

Governor casually took out Yun Ling from his arms and shook it.

Hint, it goes without saying.

Luo Shiwei fell silent for a moment.

Like an angry little daughter-in-law, she patted the corner of her clothes, and sat obediently in front of the case, "Thank you Lord for giving Yanqing this opportunity to sharpen, I will definitely live up to your expectations, please review the memorials and be the chief examiner. "