Seeking HE in the BE world

The two looked at each other for a long time, Pei Huaijin finally couldn't bear it anymore, he glanced at Lin Jinian angrily, and asked, "In the middle of the night, the emperor suddenly came to the humble house, what's the matter?"

The wind slipped in through the gap of the window, the lights flickered, and even the shadows swayed.

"What?" Lin Jinian walked around the room, walked over and closed the window that was just opened, "I can't come if I have nothing to do?"

The little emperor was wearing a brick red bodyguard outfit, with his hair tied up high, and he looked righteous and confident.

Moreover, he didn't seem to regard this place as someone else's home.

He looked around a few times, looking at them one by one, and seemed to be very interested in everything.

Finally, the little emperor's eyes stopped on the desk.

Pei Huaijin followed his gaze, and after seeing clearly what the little emperor was looking at, her gaze froze, and she wanted to put the things on the table away.

But it was too late.

The little emperor is over.

"Your Majesty," Pei Huaijin yelled in a deep voice, and the original Gu Jing's eyes moved, and there was a flash of panic.

Lin Jinian picked up the manuscript paper on the table and looked at it in the dim light. His eyebrows frowned, as if he was in doubt.

"Therefore long-cherished and night-sleeping is the rule of etiquette. To seek revenge from thieves is the decision of righteousness. The heart of sidelines is the heart of benevolence. The way of virtue is also to gain oneself and others. To make everyone equal and not lose their place is the way. The transformation also." [1]

The pens on the rice paper are like dragons and snakes, and every word is precious, but it doesn't look like it was written by Pei Huaijin.

Looking at the ink marks, it is not dry yet, and it was indeed written by Pei Huaijin.

He flipped through the next one.

Originally, the last one was a serious strategy, but the next one has a sudden change of style.

Write three characters densely on a whole sheet of rice paper.

IM so tired.

Lin Jinian: "..."

He wrote these words in the serious font he saw, which made people laugh.

And now it is certain that it is not something that Pei Huaijin can do.

Lin Jinian couldn't imagine the scene where Pei Huaijin wrote "I'm so sleepy" in a serious manner.

He slowly looked at Pei Huaijin through the dim light of the candlelight.

I saw his thin lips tightly pursed, his hands unconsciously grasping the wheelchair, the knuckles in his fingers had turned slightly white, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.

Lin Jinian looked at him, and the answer was ready. Under Pei Huaijin's eyes, he turned over another sheet, and there were three words written on the paper.

Chu Ziyuan.

The twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the 15th year of Taihe.

This is!

Lin Jinian took the paper over.

"Pei Aiqing, please explain." Lin Jinian said, "What are you doing?"

Pei Huaijin's lips moved, but nothing came out.

He pinched the wheelchair with his fingers, his eyes fell on his lap, and he said after a while, "That's it."

He didn't intend to explain, the facts are here, and there is nothing to explain.

He only told the truth: "These are the manuscripts that the emperor discarded when he was studying in the Imperial College seven years ago."

His tone was the same as usual, even colder than usual.

Lin Jinian, however, was deserted here, and he could see a trace of invisible tension.

"Of course I know," Lin Jinian walked slowly to his side with the rice paper in his hand, "I wrote it all myself."

He leaned down and said softly: "What I want to ask is, why do I keep my discarded manuscript paper, and now I have to write one by one."

Pei Huaijin didn't speak.

Lin Jinian didn't intend to stop there, he bent down to be level with Pei Huaijin, staring at him and said, "I'm asking you something, Pei Aiqing."

The lamp oil on the table seemed to be burnt out, trembling and swaying, Pei Huaijin lowered his eyes slightly in the half-bright candlelight, his expression was a bit blurred.

In the moonlight, there was actually a hint of gentleness in his voice. "A few years ago, when I came back from the border with my father, I happened to pass by the Imperial College once. I saw the emperor's manuscript and kept it."

At that time, he was a high-spirited young man, but he still didn't like crowded places.

Because he forgot one thing, he only remembered that his father asked him to go to the Imperial College.

At that time, the students of the Imperial College were studying. Pei Huaijin passed by the door, listening to the sound of books, subconsciously looked into the school.

The teacher is holding a textbook and a ruler in front of him.

All the students in the hall were reciting their books seriously, but in the sunshine of the window, there was a student who was drowsy.

I saw him nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice.The teacher seemed to notice that someone was not serious in class, so he knocked heavily on the table.

The student woke up suddenly, and in a drowsy state, he picked up the pen and began to write on the rice paper.

Although Pei Huaijin's personality was stable, he was somewhat of a young man. He subconsciously took a few steps closer and leaned his shoulders against the window.

Originally thought that what he wrote was a policy theory that Mr. Wang asked to recite.

As a result, I saw "I'm so sleepy" neatly written on the whole piece of rice paper.

Pei Huaijin: "..."

There is a big tree at the entrance of the Imperial College, with luxuriant branches and leaves, just enough to avoid the sight of the husband.

Later, every time he passed by, he always climbed a tall tree and stayed in the Imperial College for a few moments.

Then, he knew the identity of that person.

Nine princes.

The Ninth Prince who is being favored.

Later, he followed his father back to the border.The only ones taken away were the scrapped manuscripts found in the Imperial College.

It recorded the secret thoughts of a young man alone.

Later, the man became the emperor.

There is one more thing in his secret idea, he wants to guard this country for that person.

……

Pei Huaijin's voice was very deep, without any emotional ups and downs, as if she was talking about an unimportant matter.

Even if he was bumped into today, he just gave a brief overview and didn't say a word that could incite emotions.

Lin Jinian looked at him.

"So, you still haven't said why?"

"No one else," Pei Huaijin said, "I just saw that the emperor's pen and ink are outstanding, and I admire them for practice."

Lin Jinian raised his eyelids to look at him, and spread the paper full of "I'm so sleepy" in front of him, "Are you joking? Pei Aiqing."

Although the little emperor's handwriting was not bad at that time, it was far from enough to imitate.

"Pei Aiqing," Lin Jinian said with serious eyes, "the crime of deceiving the emperor will be decapitated."

Pei Huaijin raised her head, her eyes were light, and she also looked over.

The two looked at each other, like a silent confrontation.

While Lin Jinian felt powerless, he was suddenly a little angry.

Why is he coming out tonight?

"In that case," Lin Jinian looked away and said coldly, "I won't bother Pei Aiqing anymore, so I will leave."

After speaking, he raised his foot and wanted to leave towards the door.

But before he took a few steps, his hand was heavy, and he was suddenly pulled back.

The lingering candle on the table finally couldn't hold on any longer. It shook a few times, and the room fell into darkness for an instant.

Lin Jinian felt a cold softness touch his lips.

He froze for a moment, noticing the man's movement, and chuckled lightly.

He took a breath in the gap, and teasingly said: "Pei Aiqing, are you going to commit a crime?"

General Pei answered the little emperor's question with tough movements.

The oil lamps in the room were refilled with new oil, and the room was as bright as day.

Butler Cheng was taken aback when he saw the number of people in the room.

The general didn't sleep, if he dared to sleep, he kept guard at the door.He is old and can't do anything else, it's still okay to serve a cup of tea and water.

It's just... where did this person in the room get in?

Butler Cheng rubbed his eyes to make sure it wasn't his old eyes that were dim.

He suddenly remembered the strange stories often told by the storyteller in the teahouse.

Like this kind of beautiful man or woman who suddenly appeared in the room in the middle of the night, most of them were illusioned by monsters.

He observed Lin Jinian with a sizing look.

In the middle of the night, she was very beautiful and suddenly appeared.All three points fit.

The old housekeeper looked around, looking for something convenient.

"Housekeeper," Pei Huaijin shouted, "go clean up the room and come out."

"Ah?" Cheng Butler didn't realize it for a moment, and asked after a while, "Room?"

There was a slight pain in Lin Jinian's lips. He opened his mouth and frowned, "What are you doing cleaning up the room?"

Pei Huaijin glanced at the sky and asked, "Go back tonight?"

"No," Lin Jinian said, "I finally came out in the middle of the night, what are you doing back here?"

After he finished speaking, he finally knew what Pei Huaijin was doing to clean up the room, and he immediately refused: "No need to clean up, I want to sleep with you."

Butler Cheng choked on his throat.

Fox spirit, evildoer, don't even think about killing my general.

He fixed his eyes on the long stick blocking the door and walked over.

Pei Huaijin frowned and said seriously: "Don't make trouble, Your Majesty."

Just as Steward Cheng picked up the stick, he suddenly sensed something was wrong. After a long while, he suddenly raised his head: "General, what were you shouting just now?"

Not to be outdone, Lin Ji Nian said, "Who is the emperor and who does he listen to? Pei Aiqing, are you going to resist the order?"

Pei Huaijin: "..."

Steward Cheng's head was a little confused at the moment, he said in a daze, "Where is the emperor?"

"Huh?" Lin Jinian turned his head to look at him, "Housekeeper, don't bother cleaning up the room, I will sleep with your general." He turned his gaze around Cheng Chengjia's hand, "Why are you using a stick?"

The vixen is the emperor.

Bah, sin sin.

The man in front of me is the emperor

Steward Cheng's face was ashen-colored from fright and a little excited for no reason. He quickly threw his stick and knelt on the ground.

"I have seen the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the emperor."

"I'm outside the palace," Lin Jinian said, "There's no need to perform such a grand ceremony, get up, did you hear what I just said?"

"I heard it, I heard it," Cheng Butler stood up in a panic, nodded and said, "Don't worry, the emperor, this old slave will never prepare a new room for you, and I will definitely let you and my general share a room."

Lin Jinian nodded satisfied with the housekeeper: "Yes. You go down first."

Pei Huaijin: "..."

He was sold by the people in his house like this?

He glanced coldly at Butler Cheng, but it was a pity that the old butler kept his eyes on the little emperor and didn't receive anything.

It wasn't until Steward Cheng withdrew that he seemed to remember his responsibilities.

I saw him arching his body and leading half of the door.Suddenly remembered something, and asked with his head: "General, do you want to use this old slave to prepare anything else?"

Lin Jinian: "???"

You are wrong!

The author has something to say: Steward: I am so caring.

[1] "Three Strategies. Lower Strategies"