Emperor student

The capital of Yinshi was the most invisible place in the Daxi Dynasty.The red-walled palaces and pavilions are all dormant in the darkness, and there is not even a watchman on the street.

There is only one place that is very lively.

Yin Mansion.

This Lord Yin worshiped the censor, and he was clean and honest all his life, throughout the year, even during festivals, there was no extravagance in the mansion.

Today, the Yin Mansion was uncharacteristically decorated with lanterns and festoons, and even the corridors of the servants were hung with bright red glazed strings. The cold wind blew through and jingled, bringing out a bit of icy excitement.The not-so-spacious courtyard was filled with large wooden boxes tied with red ribbons, which was extremely rare and beaming.

Mr. Yin was sitting in the lobby where he normally entertained guests. A cup of tea on the red sandalwood table next to him had long been chilled and was ready to freeze at any time. Only the white mist he sighed looked a little warm in the room.

"Go and have a look, see if Ning'er is ready?" He seemed to be very tired after he finished speaking, and the row of servants standing next to him withdrew his hands, one by one, and hurried to the backyard.

The Yin Mansion occupies a small area, and the roads in the courtyard are already narrow, but now that the left and right sides are filled with dowry, it is even more difficult to walk.The young man turned two corridors, because he walked in a hurry, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

He saw faces he didn't recognize in the young master's yard, and there were people in armor with knives at the door, so he didn't dare to approach rashly, he only called out to the young man who was squatting on the porch in a daze: "Ah Feng, Ah Feng! "

The young man heard someone calling him, raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes, jumped down the steps and ran over: "Ah Cheng!"

"Master asked, how is the preparation here?"

A Feng looked inside, and there was a faint yellow shadow on the window screen.He whispered: "It should be soon, I came out just now, and they are dressing up the young master..."

"Are you really going there with the young master? Ah Feng, that's Saibei. It says it's a small country, but it's actually a primitive tribe! I heard that the people there are extremely ugly, they don't know how to grow crops, and they eat raw meat! , you—" Ah Cheng said quickly with an anxious expression on his face.

He and Afeng went to work in the Yin Mansion in the same batch. Afeng served the young master, and his salary was more than that of Acheng who did odd jobs in the compound, and he often helped him.The two are also indispensable to support each other on weekdays, and their relationship is very strong.

"Don't talk nonsense, I definitely want to go with the young master." Afeng interrupted him very unhappy, "The young master treats me as much as a mountain, not to mention Saibei, even if it is a mountain of swords and seas of fire, I will carry the young master on my back. For the rest of my life, I will always follow the young master, and only after I die, God can tell him to die."

The boy who came to ask Ah Cheng was choked and scratched his head embarrassingly: "I didn't mean to say bad things. I heard Madam tell people the other day that this marriage is no better than before. Our general has lost the battle." , the young master paid the past to let others vent their anger."

Hearing this, Ah Feng couldn't help sobbing again, looking embarrassed and pitiful with red eyes.

How could he not know that how many of the princesses and relatives from the previous dynasty would live for ten years even if they hadn't been sent over because they lost a battle?

What's more, the young master is still a man, and if a man is married out of the Great Wall, how could he know that the king of Saibei would not be furious and kill him directly.

Even if King Saibei was really masculine and wanted a man to marry him, how could his young master endure such humiliation.

When Chuchu heard the news, Afeng was wrapping Peiyu's net for the young master, and he almost fell off the stool in shock.Didn't the young master have to wait for the New Year's Eve to take the No. [-] Scholar Examination? Why was he suddenly sent to that ghostly place? !

He wished he could stab King Saibei to death with a knife, desperately trying to fulfill the young master's life.But he is just a servant, he can't beat the generals, and even Master Yin can't do anything about it, so what can he do.

"I'm going back first, here is a little money I saved, here you go." Ah Cheng stuffed the small cloth bag into his hand, "Even if I don't need it, it's just a little bit of my heart, so I can get back some good things on the way Bar."

After speaking, he hurried back to the front.

A Feng looked at his back, sniffed, put the cloth bag in his arms, and went back to the corridor.

The shadows on the window change randomly, and one can imagine the rush inside.Among the people coming and going, there was only a thin figure that remained motionless.

That is the third son of the Yin family, Yin Ning.Before five o'clock, he was woken up by Xi Po from the palace.

"Young master's complexion is like jade, he is really happy, and he will definitely be favored by his husband." The auspicious mother who came to the palace is naturally very mature.But they have served for half their lives, sent princesses to marry, and welcomed beautiful girls into the palace. This is the first time they have done such work.

After all, it is rare for a man in this dynasty to marry a man, and it is even rarer to be sent to marry a man.

But I have to follow the rules of getting married, and I can only tailor Saibei-style auspicious clothes according to the size of Young Master Yin, and wear them for him, which is very nondescript.Even the happy things he said were wrong.

There was a bleak smile on the corner of Yin Ning's mouth, and he let these people play around with a good temper.

Enduring favor... yes, this is a very good auspicious word.

Who is newly married and doesn't look forward to being on par with her husband and enduring favor?

The nuns have been doing this for half their lives, and this is the time to say it, and they won't say anything else.

But he is not a bride, but an innocent son of an aristocratic family, who will be married to the place where he will never return, and will be a concubine for the so-called Saibei King.

He is a seven-foot man, and he wants a female to lie under another man, for him to have fun with, and to serve him to vent his desires.

He will no longer be able to throw pots and shoot arrows, nor can he be happy with mountains and rivers.Once he saw all the flowers in Chang'an, he became a phantom that he couldn't even think about. He could only be confined to death in the red luan tent in the barbaric countryside outside the Great Wall, and wasted until he died of old age.

This is called favor.

In favor.

Yin Ning's palm was pinched with bloodstains.

Three days ago, he would never have imagined that such an accident would happen to him.

"The Ninth Prince has arrived—" the eunuch's voice in the palace was sharp, more ear-piercing than the common name of the Yin family's own slaves.

Yin Ning, who had been indifferent all this time, suddenly trembled with his hands on his knees, and he looked towards the door with his gaudy foreign hair accessories.

The visitor had already stepped into the door, and he was wearing that python robe embroidered with gold thread, which made him look even more majestic.When such a figure entered his room, it was truly radiant.

The boa robe he wore was the best looking, every time he wore it, Yin Ning would praise him for a long time.But today, he was no longer in the mood to say a few nice words.

"You all go down." The Ninth Prince waved his hand, and the servants quickly dispersed, leaving only the two of them in the room.

He slowly walked up to Yin Ning, looking at his head that seemed to be too heavy to be lifted by Zhu Cui.In the past, her long hair tied up with a jade hairpin was loose, and the make-up was done by the wedding nun in the palace.

"I've seen the Ninth Prince." Yin Ning gritted her teeth, endured the soreness in her chest, and wanted to kneel down.

As expected, he was supported, and he shook off the other's arm that was trying to cling to him as if he had been scalded, and took a few steps back.

"Caomin is already a member of King Saibei." He couldn't shed a tear in front of this man, so he suppressed his crying and said, "Ninth Prince, the envoys of Saibei will come in later, and seeing you and me in such a state of mind, I'm afraid it's going to be bad." The meaning of the Holy Majesty's peace talks with him. When I go there, I will be misunderstood by my husband."

He couldn't resist each of these words.But I had to say it from my own mouth, every word smacked of blood.

"Ning'er, you still blame me." After hearing what he said, the Ninth Prince really stopped coming forward, with his hands behind his back, "Why would I want you to go make a kiss..."

Yin Ning immediately interrupted: "The grass people don't dare to blame the Ninth Prince."

The Ninth Prince once said to Yin Ning with a smile: "You don't have to call yourself a grassroots person in front of me, let alone call me a prince, you can call me directly."

Yin Ning thought it was some great honor, and every time he met in private or discussed poetry, he would blush for a long time.

But now he realizes that in the end, he still has to behave and follow the rules.

He didn't want to listen to the Ninth Prince's explanation.Anyway, speaking of it, it's just those car-wheeling words that have to be rescued from a desperate situation.

The one who asked him to get married was his mother and concubine, and his life was almost ruined, how could he not hate it!

"Ning'er, I know that you won't believe what I say now." The Ninth Prince's affectionate appearance, if Yin Ning was usually fascinated by him, but seeing her today, her heart was ashamed, and there was a little turmoil in her eyes None, "I don't ask you to forgive, I just ask you to take care of yourself there, but in three years, I will definitely take you back to Beijing!"

The ambition that had been suppressed for a long time burst out in his eyes, but Yin Ning was taken aback for a moment.

"The prince hasn't left the palace yet. I'm afraid this trip won't come easily. Please go back." Yin Ning slowly let go of his hand holding the wedding dress, and the pale fingertips were bloody again, "Yin Ning is useless. The country, never dare to cut yourself off - I just ask you to take care of the family members of the grassroots."

He raised his head and quietly looked at the familiar face of the person in front of him. After he grew up, this person was always at a high place, in a place full of people, and it became increasingly rare for him to be so close to him.

He felt happy that his prince should earn the throne and stand aloft.Then he got the honor in the examination and became his disciple of the emperor.

Now I just feel disheartened and have a big dream.

Take a closer look, and forget about it when you get to Saibei.