Bully

Ming Chuan's gaze was erratic, and he muttered: "I didn't do anything, the room was warm, and I fell asleep before I knew it. When I woke up, I saw the national teacher."

Rong Shang's eyes turned cold, Ming Chuan's eyes turned around, and fell on the teacup in Rong Shang's hand.He is a little thirsty.

"What about Sun Wencheng?" Rong Shang asked.

"Sun Wencheng?" Ming Chuan came back to his senses: "What happened to him?"

Rong Shang looked at Ming Chuan's face, and found that he really didn't look like a liar, probably because he really didn't know what Sun Wencheng had done to him.

Since he didn't know, there was no need to dirty his ears by speaking out.Thinking of this, Rong Shang restrained his expression.

Ming Chuan keenly noticed that Rong Shang's expression tended to soften, and said: "Master, I'm a little thirsty."

Rong Shang glanced at the quilt in his hand, picked up the teapot and poured a cup, and waved at Ming Chuan.Ming Chuan walked a few steps in the pool, and came to Rong Shang, who held the teacup and brought it to Ming Chuan's mouth.Mingchuan ignorantly drank with his hand.

Lips stained with tea became even more rosy, and Ming Chuan's face also became rosy after staying in the hot water for a long time, making him more seductive.Rong Shang stretched out his hand to wipe off the water droplets from the corner of Ming Chuan's mouth, and his fingertips ran over his lips, causing a slight tingling pain.

Ming Chuan looked at him blankly.

Rong Shang withdrew his hand, got up and left.

After he left, Eunuch Cheng came in with his clothes and muttered: "My lord, how could you sneak out of the palace? If you have something good or bad, how can you make this old slave live!"

Ming Chuan lay comfortably on the wall of the pool: "Didn't I come back safely? And the national teacher doesn't seem to be angry anymore, everyone is happy!"

The night was heavy, and Rong Shang's white clothes were flying in the dark night.The front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony was completely clear, and Rong Feng seemed to still have the bloody smell of a dungeon on his body.

Rong Shang passed him and walked into the hall: "What did he say?"

Rong Feng bowed his body: "Sun Wencheng said that His Majesty left the palace because of His Majesty's volition, and he did not instigate His Majesty to leave the palace. He also said that it was not that he had any ill intentions towards His Majesty, but that His Majesty and him were in love with each other."

As soon as the words fell, there was no sound, Rong Feng dared not breathe a breath, he could almost predict the thunderous anger of the person above.

"He really said that?"

"Yes."

With a crash, the hot tea mixed with the broken porcelain fell to the ground.Rong Feng buried his head deeper and deeper, only to feel that the air was almost frozen, making it hard to breathe.

The dungeon is deep and deep, and there is no light.The smell of blood permeates everyone.At the end of the dungeon, the young master who was originally well-dressed, now described as a mess and dirty.Taking a closer look, I saw that there was almost no good spot on his body, and it was all a bloody mess.

His eyes were blank, and he murmured to himself: "It's His Majesty who likes me, it's he who likes me, don't kill me, don't kill me."

In the silence, someone's footsteps were suddenly heard.Two jailers came over to open the cell door, and Sun Wencheng rushed forward: "Are you going to let me out, are you!"

The jailer ignored him and dragged him out.

This room was one of the few clean rooms in the dungeon, and one wall was covered with instruments of torture.Sun Wencheng was tied to a pillar, half dead.

The jailers were busy in silence, bringing in a rosewood chair and a small pear table, and the green-glazed censer exuded a lush fragrance, which quickly dispelled the unspeakable smell here.

Sitting down alone, the white clothes are incompatible with this place, and the corners of the clothes are embroidered with complicated cloud patterns, which is noble and natural.Sun Wencheng raised his head and saw the national teacher wearing a black cloak sitting on a rosewood chair, casually twirling the emerald ring on his hand.He just sat here so contentedly, as if this is not some dungeon, but the solemn and solemn Hall of Supreme Harmony.

"You said His Majesty likes you?" He asked aloud.

Sun Wencheng nodded vigorously: "Your Majesty likes me, don't kill me, Your Majesty likes me."

Rong Shang frowned, and the person standing beside him went up and slapped him twice.So it became quiet again.

"Why do you say His Majesty likes you?"

Sun Wencheng hesitated for a moment, and said hoarsely: "I have been with His Majesty for many years, who can accompany him longer than me? I know his preferences, what he likes to eat and drink most. If he likes to read books I brought it into the palace for him! Your Majesty must like me. When I said I was going to leave, he said it was a pity that I had to go. I am right, and His Majesty also acquiesced in doing what I did to Your Majesty. Agreed!"

Rong Shang's eyes became more and more serious, "He said he likes you?"

Sun Wencheng swallowed: "Although His Majesty didn't say it himself, it's because of him, because he hasn't realized that he actually likes me!"

He felt in his heart that only by saying so, could the national teacher let him die for His Majesty's sake.So the more he spoke, the more serious he became, and the more he spoke, the more serious he was.Believe it or not, everyone here has already forgotten that this is a lie he told.

Rong Shang squinted his eyes, almost wanting to tear the man in front of him into pieces.Sun Wencheng was still talking non-stop, like a madman.Rong Shang didn't want to hear it anymore, he said: "Since His Majesty likes you so much, then you should stay in the palace with His Majesty."

Sun Wencheng didn't realize what this meant. He knew that he didn't have to die, so he was crying and laughing, with snot and tears all over his face.

Ming Chuan originally wanted to go out to look for the national teacher, but before he went out, he heard the national teacher's people coming, followed by a few guards.He said to Ming Chuan, the national teacher has a leader, please Your Majesty to meditate and cultivate in the Zichen Palace, no one from the outside is allowed to come in, and no one from the inside is allowed to go out.

Mingchuan asked: "Then when can I go out?"

The visitor didn't answer, and the guards closed the gate of Zichen Palace.The Zhumen closed heavily in front of his eyes, Ming Chuan hadn't reacted yet, and was completely at a loss.

The sparrows in the Hall of Supreme Harmony were silent, and the palace people were trembling, not daring to take a breath.Rong Shang supported his head, thinking about Sun Wencheng's words in his mind.Is what he said true?Will Mingchuan fall in love with him?

Sun Wen's growth is not bad, and he can be regarded as a romantic young man when he hangs out with the princes and buddies in the capital.He has known Ming Chuan for many years, and he is used to smooth talk, so it is not impossible to really coax Ming Chuan away.

But why!

The more Rong Shang thought about it, the more he couldn't restrain the tyranny in his heart. He raised Ming Chuan so much, and he never put so much thought into anyone else.In the past, he cared about Ming Chuan's body, cared about his mood, and never touched him, but now it's a good thing, and he has made others cheaper.

It should be done as soon as possible, Rong Shang thought, all these things, after all, his whole life is his own, and there is plenty of time for him to adapt.

It was late at night, Rong Shang was standing outside the hall, and there were still lights in Zichen Hall.Usually at this time, the little emperor would have gone to bed long ago, why didn't he sleep now?Are you worried about Sun Wencheng?

Rong Shang stepped into the inner room and saw Ming Chuan lying on the peony narrow couch, sleeping soundly with a bamboo leaf soft pillow in his arms.The gilt eight-treasure lamp cast some light on his face, making his face as shiny as porcelain.

Rong Shang looked at him for a long time, stepped forward and patted him lightly: "Why don't you go back to bed and sleep?"

Ming Chuan woke up and saw him, with surprise in his eyes: "National teacher!"

Rong Shang twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, Ming Chuan pulled him to the desk, and handed him the paper in his hand as if offering a treasure.When Rong Shang looked at it, he saw a painting. The person in the painting was wearing a vermilion brocade dress. He was handsome, personable, elegant and dignified, and his eyes were the most expressive.

"When was this painted?"

"I just drew it today," Ming Chuan said, "It's the appearance of the national teacher on his birthday. You rarely wear bright clothes, and you look extraordinary after wearing them."

Ming Chuan looked at him with a smile on his face.Rong Shang said: "The painting is not bad."

The smile in Ming Chuan's eyes was even bigger, he asked Rong Shang to sit down, and offered him a multi-colored teacup from Ru Kiln with his own hands: "The national teacher drinks tea."

Rong Shang picked it up, and Ming Chuan felt confident, and asked, "How is Sun Wencheng?" During the day, he only thought about whether the national teacher would not punish him, but he forgot about Sun Wencheng who brought him out of the palace. .

The hand of the national teacher drinking tea looked sharply at Ming Chuan: "Your Majesty cares about him?"

Ming Chuan was startled by his look, stumbled and said: "He, he has been my companion for all these years, so I can't make him suffer too much punishment because of my capriciousness."

Rong Shang sneered: "Yes, you two have been together for many years, and you have a deep bond!"

Ming Chuan became more and more at a loss, and said: "I just think that going out of the palace is my own idea after all, and it has little to do with Sun Wencheng, so it shouldn't be logical..."

The rest of the words were drowned in the increasingly deep eyes of the national teacher, he suddenly raised his hand and dropped the teacup in his hand, and the porcelain shattered to the ground, causing Ming Chuan to shrink his neck in shock.

"Okay, very good!" Rong Shang laughed back angrily, and said, "I really shouldn't have let you meet irrelevant people!"

After saying that, the national teacher got up and strode away. His clothes flew away, bringing up the Danqing that had just been put aside casually, and the Danqing fell on the tea, and soon became a blur.

Eunuch Cheng, who was disturbed by the movement just now, came over to investigate, he hurriedly cleaned up the debris on the ground, and said: "Your Majesty never cared about Mr. Sun, why are you arguing with the National Teacher because of him now?"

Ming Chuan was stunned, before he could react, he said, "I just remembered to tell the national teacher, why did the national teacher react so much?"

Cheng Gong said: "After all, the grandson doesn't treat His Majesty sincerely, so Your Majesty should stop pleading for him."

Mingchuan nodded.Eunuch Cheng held the dirty painting, and regretfully said: "Such a good painting, His Majesty has ruined it from the national teacher's birthday painting to the present, because of one Sun Wencheng."

Ming Chuan looked at the painting, and suddenly sighed softly—he didn't sigh so often at this time.

"Throw it away." Ming Chuan said.

The author says:

Ming Chuan went crazy: What the hell did the national teacher think up!