After being scumbag, the emperor took his cub

The Prime Minister's Little Bookboy

There was an endless stream of hawking on the bustling street, but the carriage was very quiet.

Shen Jiangli nervously pressed against the wall of the carriage, lowered his head and looked at Zou Tianhao, who was also in the same carriage, from the corner of his eyes.

After a glance, the person who had been reading quietly with his head down suddenly asked, "How is it? Do I look good?"

Shen Jiangli, who was caught on the spot, sat up straight and stammered: "No, no, I didn't, I didn't watch..."

The more I spoke, the more guilty I became, and my voice gradually disappeared.

Zou Tianhao smiled, and looked up at Shen Jiangli: "You are so interesting, little boy, how about being my school boy when you go back?"

Shen Jiangli said: "What do you do with the book boy?"

Zou Tianhao thought for a while: "The person who is responsible for accompanying me in reading and writing."

The four words of reading and writing conquered Shen Jiangli instantly, and he nodded in agreement without thinking about it.

Then Zou Tianhao asked him some more about his life experience, and Shen Jiangli made up all the lies to fool him.

Soon, they arrived at the right minister's mansion. Shen Jiangli got out of the car, looked up, and exclaimed, "What a big house."

The gate of the mansion in front of him is majestic and dignified. There are three big characters "Prime Minister's Mansion" hanging on the door. There are two stone lions at the gate, glaring at the visitors. When he was about to step into the door, an old slave beside him grabbed him.

"Which yard are you a slave to? You dare to step foot before the master even enters the door?"

Shen Jiangli was stunned for a moment, he is a little rabbit from the magic palace, and he doesn't understand the rules of the world.

Shen Jiangli's already stepped foot was frozen in place, he turned his head blankly, and looked at Zou Tianhao who had just got off the carriage.

Zou Tianhao smiled: "Go in, it's fine."

Only then did Shen Jiangli heave a sigh of relief, and walked into the mansion in front of him.

As soon as he entered the house, a gust of cool wind rushed towards him, and there seemed to be a little fragrance of flowers in the wind. Shen Jiangli, who had never seen the world, sniffed deeply, and the old slave next to him scorned: "The mansion of Xiangye It is the place with the best geomantic omen in the whole imperial city, the summer is cool and the winter is warm, the flowers and plants planted in this garden are all unparalleled and precious species in the world, any leaf you pick off will be more valuable than you!"

Shen Jiangli was stunned for a moment, he glanced at the yard, where the flowers and plants were very lush.

But I can't see what is precious or not.

Shen Jiangli couldn't help but frowned. So, after the high school of the scholar's imperial examination, will life be like this?

I always feel... I always feel that it is not as good as when I taught the children in the village in the thatched cottage.

But the world seems to value fame and fortune very much, and the scholar who didn't win the exam at the beginning also let out a cry of depression... Is this good for him?

If it's good, it's fine.

Shen Jiangli knew that he was just a passerby to Zou Tianhao, he just wanted to see if he was doing well, and had no intention of interfering in his life.

When Zou Tianhao arrived at the door, seeing that Shen Jiangli was still standing still, he waved at him. After being reprimanded, Shen Jiangli was very well-behaved, and obediently followed Zou Tianhao into the house.

Zou Tianhao said to him: "You are an extremely personable minister, there are always some rules in the house, you don't have to follow them if you don't want to, I will tell them later."

Shen Jiangli felt that he was too kind to him, so he quickly refused: "No need, I'm just staying for a while. When I pay off the debt, I still have to leave."

Zou Tianhao was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

Afterwards, Zou Tianhao arranged a room for Shen Jiangli, he seemed to be quite busy, after settled Shen Jiangli, he left.

And Shen Jiangli sat on the bed in the room, looking at the strange things around him, feeling a dream-like happiness in his heart.

Zai Zai, who had been silent in his stomach for a long time, suddenly kicked Shen Jiangli. Shen Jiangli was stunned, and touched his stomach: "Zai Zai, are you happy for me?"

"Boom!"

Shen Jiangli had just finished saying this when a thunderclap struck the sky. He was startled and trembled. When he looked around, the sky that had been clear just now turned cloudy. .

Shen Jiangli: "?"

……

That night, Zou Tianhao came to visit Shen Jiangli again, and brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Shen Mojun, who never read in the Demon Palace, bit the bullet and took the book, and discussed with Zou Tianhao the poems and songs in the middle of the night. After the chat, he was already so sleepy that Zou Tianhao didn't know when he left.

When I woke up, I saw a note beside the table, writing: "Tomorrow there will be a visitor from the prime minister's mansion, please stay in the small courtyard obediently and don't go out."

Shen Jiangli curled his lips when he saw it, as if he was so shameless.

It's fine if you don't let him go, anyway, he came to see Zou Tianhao, not anyone else.

Shen Jiangli put down the note and went back to bed.

Ever since she was pregnant, besides being able to eat, she was able to sleep, but she was either sleepy or lazy, not wanting to exert herself.

But always lying down is also very boring, smelling the fragrance of lotus wafting in from the window, Shen Jiangli paused slightly, and decided to go out to practice calligraphy.

He really lived up to the cultivation that the scholar had given him back then.

Shen Jiangli did what he said, and immediately moved the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to the small pavilion by the lake. The small pavilion is close to the pond. It is the season when the lotus is in full bloom. The lotus leaves are lush and green. Among them, there are lotus flowers with full petals, which bloom just right at this time.

Looking at the yellow lotus stamens of the lotus, Shen Jiangli decided to write a poem "Ai Lian Shuo" to cultivate his sentiments.

But just after he picked up his pen and wrote less than a line, Shen Jiangli stopped.

"Flowers of plants and trees on land and water, the lovely ones are...very..."

Lovely ones are very rare.

How did Fan write it? !

Shen Mojun, who forgot to write while picking up his pen, decided to make a major event regardless of the small details, skip the beginning directly, and start with the few sentences that everyone has passed on by word of mouth.

"Since Li Tang, people in the world love peonies very much; Yu Du loves lotus, which emerges from the mud and is not stained...not stained...not..."

Shen Jiangli repeated it several times, but he didn't think of how to write the word "Zhuo" in "Zhuo Qinglian but not demon". He vaguely remembered that when the scholar taught him back then, he told him that the meaning of this sentence was from The lotus that grows out of the water is coquettish or not...

He really didn't want to disappoint the scholar's high expectations of him.

But it's been 800 years... 800 years...

Shen Jiangli wrote in despair, he really couldn't remember it!

It's just that I didn't expect that just as Shen Jiangli put down his pen, a clear voice came from beside him: "Out of the mud but not stained, clean and clear but not demonic, why don't you write?"

Shen Jiangli suddenly turned his head, only to see a man in white clothed in the small pavilion at some point.

He stood there quietly, like a mountain covered with snow, Shen Jiangli was taken aback by his cold eyes.

For some reason, he stopped breathing, and Shen Jiangli took two steps back: "Who are you?"

The man's eyes were on Shen Jiangli all the time, and he said quietly: "My name is Zhou Yurong."

Yu Rong?

Shen Jiangli paused, and looked at him with a different meaning: "This is Xiangfu, why don't I know you?"

Zhou Yurong lowered his head and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I am a guest invited by Prime Minister Zou Tianhao."

It turned out that this was the guest invited by Zou Tianhao.

Shen Jiangli leaned on the railing, looked this person up and down, always felt that he had a special smell, like the white snow on the mountain... cold and clean.

He couldn't help but look at it again and again.

Zhou Yurong didn't raise his head, he asked, "Have you stopped writing?"

"Ah..." Only then did Shen Jiangli remember that there was a pen and paper beside him, he panicked, for some reason, he just didn't want to show timidity in front of this person, so he hurriedly said, "Write, of course."

He turned around and picked up the pen, but fell into a daze staring at the snow-white rice paper.

Zhuo Qinglian is not a monster... Zhuo, Zhuo, Zhuo, which Zhuo is it?

When whoever writes what Ailian said, won't they choose an easy-to-remember word?

Just when Shen Jiangli was hesitating, Zhou Yurong, who was standing outside the small pavilion, suddenly took a step forward. He stood close to Shen Jiangli's back, and stretched out his hand to hold his right hand holding the pen.

Shen Jiangli paused for a moment.

what……

This damn height!

A steady and powerful hand completely wrapped his hand, grabbed him, and wrote gently.

Vigorous and powerful words appeared on the paper.

One stroke at a time, it's natural.

Shen Jiangli didn't dare to use any strength, for fear of disturbing this person's writing. He always felt that this scene was familiar, but it was extremely strange.

It seems that... I have never had the opportunity to be taught to write by hand.

Oh, yes, when there were still people willing to teach him to read, he was still a rabbit and couldn't hold his hand.

Later, when he transformed, the man was gone.

No one taught him to write anymore.

After writing just one sentence, Shen Jiangli's face turned completely red. He lowered his head and did not look at anyone, and murmured: "I... I know how to write."

There was a chuckle in front of him, and Shen Jiangli immediately looked up, only to see that the smile had disappeared from the corner of Zhou Yurong's lips.

Shen Jiang's heart beat like thunder.

At this time, another familiar voice came from a distance: "Master, why are you here?"

Shen Jiangli looked up, but saw Zou Tianhao standing not far away, he was still wearing the crimson official uniform, under the sunlight, he seemed to be pure black.

Shen Jiangli was taken aback for a moment, he remembered Zou Tianhao's entrustment, and he didn't know if he was running around, so Shen Jiangli hurriedly backed away to make room.

Then he looked up at Zhou Yurong.

It turned out that this man named Zhou Yurong was a national teacher.

He seems to have heard that the human world is actually very closely related to Tiangong, and a national teacher is often set up to communicate with Tiangong.

But he also heard that the Tiangong should not interfere too much with the government affairs of the world, so it is estimated that this national teacher is just a decoration.

Judging by his immortal appearance, I'm afraid he seldom participates in court affairs.

Zou Tianhao didn't blame Shen Jiangli, and even smiled at him, but he didn't have time to talk to Shen Jiangli, so he called Zhou Yurong away.

Shen Jiangli chased him for a long time, until the opponent's figure disappeared from his vision, and finally returned to Xiaoting.

After sitting in the kiosk for a while, he suddenly shook his palm in frustration.

No, why did he stare at that Zhou Yurong?Shouldn't he have seen Zou Tianhao more?

It's the same with Ji Hao's mortal status when he was in the world before... Why does he always do things that make him worry later.

This one is called Zhou Yurong, don't be Ji Hao's incarnation again!

Shen Jiangli was very annoyed, and decided to forget about the sudden intruder. He got up to collect the pen and paper, but saw the line written by Zhou Yurong holding his hand.

"Out of the silt but not stained, clean ripples but not demon."

The last stroke of the word "demon" dragged on for a long time, as if it was like a hook, gently hooked into Shen Jiangli's heart.

what.

Shen Jiangli folded the piece of paper, and the line of writing was also covered.

After packing up his things and returning to the room, Shen Jiangli roughly stuffed the piece of paper, pen and inkstone into the cabinet.

Forget it, just let him live up to the expectations of the scholar, forget it about practicing calligraphy or something.

……

In the evening, Zou Tianhao came to Shen Jiangli and asked him how the past two days were going.

Shen Jiangli was doing quite well, but he just pretended to be nervous and said to Zou Tianhao: "Master Prime Minister, I am in debt after all, and although life in the mansion is good, it also makes me panic. Are you a book boy? Arrange something for me to do."

Zou Tianhao laughed after hearing this: "Do you want to go to the study to study with me?"

"The green clothes hold the inkstone to remind the examination papers, and the red sleeves add fragrance to accompany the reading." Shen Jiangli smiled: "Why don't I go with you?"

Zou Tianhao laughed out loud after hearing this, and left the study with General Shen that night.

It was not bad at first, but at the end, Shen Jiangli began to feel drowsy, and he lay down while sitting.

Lie down...and fall asleep.

After falling asleep, he had a dream that his cub was born, a little black and white rabbit.

The little rabbit jumped up and down in front of him, as if it was talking to him, Shen Jiangli listened hard for a long time, and finally understood.

The emotional little rabbit is calling him stupid!

Then Shen Jiangli was awakened. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was still in Zou Tianhao's study, and Zou Tianhao was still sitting at the table reviewing the files.

Shen Jiangli was taken aback, rubbed his eyes: "When is it?"

"Huh?" Under the light, Zou Tianhao raised his head. The snow and ice between his brows had already melted. Going to rest?"

Shen Jiangli paused slightly: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Zou Tianhao smiled, "I still have a lot of things to do."

As he spoke, he rubbed his eyes.

At this time, Zou Tianhao's brows were already tired, but he still refused to stop.

Seeing his diligent appearance, Shen Jiangli was stunned again.

Zou Tianhao like this...is a little familiar.

Like a very close, very close person.

Because of this familiarity, Shen Jiangli sat up: "How about, let me help you."

But Zou Tianhao said: "No need, you are still young and can't bear to stay up all night, I'll do it myself."

Shen Jiangli insisted on walking to the table: "Let me help you."

But Zou Tianhao raised his head and looked at him seriously: "Your Majesty is weak and often absent from the court, and I am in charge of all the affairs of the court. After so many years, I have already gotten used to it."

Shen Jiang, who was stared at by Zou Tianhao, felt guilty for no reason.

Speaking of which, he seems to be a hands-off shopkeeper too... um... Thank you Shen Mi for your hard work!