National teacher, he is a sick beauty

The yard was full of leaves, and Zhao Yinzheng sent someone to clean the yard. In his busy schedule, he took a look at the Master Guoshi who was sitting in front of the desk.

For five days in a row, the master of the national teacher did not go to court, and was trapped in the imperial study room, but he still sat there calmly, as if he was approving the memorial.

The morning light shone on Shen Ci's face, making his porcelain-white skin more translucent. He took out a piece of white paper and covered it with the original handwriting paper. After thinking about it, he wrote the word "Sacrifice" on it. He closed his eyes.

After a long time, he picked up a pen and wrote another word "yes" next to the word "sacrifice".

Shen Ci put down his pen, looked at the words on the paper, and smiled lightly. Looking from a distance, he couldn't see his subtle expression.

He was just asking whether he would be able to leave the capital smoothly before the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, and the answer was yes.

This made the gloom that he had been trapped in the palace for many days fade slightly.

When Chu Lang got off the court and came back, he saw Shen Ci sitting in front of the desk writing something, but his appearance was very focused and serious.

Sensing someone approaching, Shen Ci caught a glimpse of the bright yellow brocade clothes out of the corner of his eye, and raised his hand to hide the piece of paper, but after a second thought, the outstretched hand stopped again.

Chu Lang also happened to walk up to him, and his eyes fell on the paper: "Mr. is doing divination again?"

Shen Ci nodded.

"What's the deal?" Chu Lang asked him.

Shen Ci didn't look at Chu Lang, but still looked at the piece of paper: "I'm counting the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven."

Chu Lang saw it, and pointed at the word "yes": "Sir, what is the meaning of this word?"

Shen Ci was silent for two seconds before explaining: "The minister is calculating whether the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven will be held smoothly, and the answer is 'yes'."

Chu Lang picked up the piece of paper with a smile: "Sir, I feel relieved after saying so."

Shen Ci didn't speak again.

Chu Lang put the paper aside, and saw the covered piece of paper below. There were many words written on this piece of paper, but it was not about divination or something related to the court, but a piece of practice paper. paper for words.

Chu Lang laughed, Shen Ci didn't plan anything, but also, with Shen Ci's character, even if he planned something, he couldn't write it down on paper, let alone let him see it.

Chu Lang said: "Mr.'s handwriting is getting better and better. Anyone who takes out a copybook and sells it will be able to sell it for a good price."

Shen Ci gave him a strange look: "Your Majesty's way of boasting is very unique."

Chu Lang smiled, carefully read the words on the paper twice, and then picked up a pen to circle one of the words: "Sir, since you were young, you don't know how many typos I have caught, but now it's my turn to catch you." I'm wrong, but my husband seldom makes mistakes."

Shen Ci looked at the typo and was slightly stunned.

Chu Lang went around behind him, handed the pen to Shen Ci, and held Shen Ci's hand to rewrite the word on one side.

Shen Ci pursed her lips: "I can write, but I just lost my mind for a while..."

Chu Lang looked like the little emperor who couldn't write when he was young, and he taught him by hand.

Shen Ci broke away slightly, and just as he was about to walk away, Chu Lang grabbed his right hand. The man washed the slender brush in clean water, and then wrote the wrong word on his palm.

Shen Ci's hand was itchy from being scratched by the brush, and he struggled: "Your Majesty..."

Chu Lang smiled slightly, took his hand to keep him from moving, continued to write, and said at the same time: "When the master caught my typo, he taught me the same way, and punished me to copy it a hundred times."

Shen Ci's hand was held down by him and he couldn't move, his body trembled slightly: "Your Majesty!"

Chu Lang put the last stroke on his palm, seeing Shen Ci blushing, he was in a good mood.

Shen Ci's hand still couldn't be withdrawn, he stared at Chu Lang slightly: "I have punished His Majesty a hundred times, but I haven't... haven't written in your palm..."

Chu Lang's eyes were smiling, Shen Ci's fair face was not only smudged with red clouds, but his earlobes were also red, he raised the brush in his hand, and stroked Shen Ci's earlobes lightly twice.

Shen Ci suddenly looked like a little beast whose hair had exploded, and grabbed Chu Lang's hand: "Presumptuous!"

Chu Lang looked at him: "Huh?"

After Shen Ci reminded him, he realized that something was wrong, and quickly said: "It was a momentary slip of the tongue, Your Majesty forgives the sin."

Chu Lang responded and put down the brush in his hand. Shen Ci watched the brush leave Chu Lang's hand before letting go of his hanging heart.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but felt that Chu Lang's hand held his hand and rubbed the place where he had written on his palm, as if to rub off the itchiness, but Shen Ci deepened the feeling just now , taking advantage of the little emperor's slack, he quickly withdrew his hand back.

Shen Ci retracted his hands into the wide sleeves, tightened them slightly, unconsciously scratched the palms with his fingertips, and asked Chu Lang, "What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

Chu Lang snorted: "Chaoshang has a lot of objections to my husband's failure to go to court in the past few days, and the quarrel gave me a headache."

Shen Ci took advantage of the situation and said: "Then why not..."

Chu Lang didn't give him a chance to return to court: "It's okay, I will solve it myself. Are you bored in the imperial study?"

Shen Ci didn't know what the little emperor was going to do, so he nodded first: "A little bit."

Chu Lang said: "Sir, if you feel bored, you can go to the Imperial Garden or go to the Library Pavilion."

Shen Ci has seen these two places a long time ago. He taught Chu Lang in the palace since he was ten years old. He became the tutor of the prince and then the tutor of the emperor. He has been to all the palaces except the harem.

But letting him leave the imperial study room at this time meant that he would have a chance, and Shen Ci would naturally not refuse.

Chu Lang approached him, stretched out his hand and pulled his right hand out of his sleeve, seeing Shen Ci put his palm together, he laughed and said, "I was just joking with you, sir, you don't have to do that."

Shen Ci was picked up by his students for typos, and was punished to write in the palm of his hand. He was ashamed and annoyed, and now he mentioned it again, pursing his lips and said: "Your Majesty, let's go to the memorial when you have time."

Chu Lang rubbed Shen Ci's palm: "Sir, don't be angry, Mr. is proficient in divination, can you read palm prints for fate?"

Rao knew that Chu Lang was changing the subject, and Shen Ci had nothing to do with him: "I don't know how to tell fortunes, but I know that His Majesty will definitely be able to sit firmly on the throne of the Son of Heaven in the future."

Chu Lang's eyes flickered, and he paused slightly as he rubbed Shen Ci's hand. He said lightly, "That's natural."

In his previous life, he mistrusted Lin Yu and was beheaded by Lin Yu himself. In this life, he wanted Lin Yu to watch him sit on the throne with his own eyes, while Lin Yu himself could only kneel and submit.

Shen Ci looked at the suddenly confident Chu Lang: "Huh?"

Chu Lang said seriously: "With my master's teaching, I can naturally sit firmly on the throne of the emperor. Sir, you will always assist me, right?"

Shen Ci didn't speak, Chu Lang wanted him to give him an affirmative answer, but he couldn't give this affirmative answer.

Seeing Shen Ci's delay in answering, Chu Lang's eyes dimmed.

Sure enough, no matter what life it is, Shen Ci is Shen Ci after all, the national teacher Shen Ci who only likes power.

Shen Ci's Adam's apple moved slightly, breaking the silence of the room: "Your Majesty, no one can stay with you all the time, you can only rely on yourself."

Chu Lang was silent for a long time, and the imperial study room fell into silence for a while, and no one spoke.

I don't know how long it took before Chu Lang said: "There is another matter in the court today. Lin Yu actually proposed to draft for me. Does this idea coincide with Mr.?"

Shen Ci didn't find it strange: "When Emperor Qingde was alive, he had already married the Crown Princess at His Majesty's age. Now that you are the Emperor of Great Chu, you should naturally fill the harem. As for King Yan, you probably want someone to come in. Bar."

Chu Lang nodded, he knew all this, he looked at Shen Ci with a smile: "What about Mr.? Mr. said he wanted me to marry Lin Wanshuang, why?"

Shen Ci listened to his question, and analyzed it for him in a serious manner: "Prime Minister Lin has a high reputation in the court, but he has always been neutral, and has not clearly stated which side he stands on. It is very important, if His Majesty marries Lin Wanshuang, he will be married to the Prime Minister, and the Prime Minister will become a relative of the Emperor, so he will naturally help His Majesty."

Chu Lang raised his eyebrows: "Just because of this?"

Shen Ci glanced at him: "Secondly, His Majesty really needs a confidant to accompany him."

Chu Lang didn't let go of Shen Ci's hand, but moved a little closer: "Mr. is my confidant, and I just want to be with you."

Shen Ci frowned slightly, and took a step back: "This is different, Your Majesty."

A cunning flashed in Chu Lang's eyes: "What's the difference? Mister is smarter than Lin Wanshuang, more beautiful than Lin Wanshuang, and understands me better than Lin Wanshuang. What she can do, you can do better. What use do I need her for? "

Shen Ci: "..."

Shen Ci retreated step by step, and Chu Lang approached step by step: "Speaking of which, sir, you have taught me a lot, but you have never taught me about men and women. How about taking this opportunity to teach me now?"

Shen Ci was forced to the front of the screen by him, unable to retreat, and asked a little embarrassedly: "This... how to teach?"

Chu Lang smiled: "Why don't you teach me, if I marry the queen, worship the heavens and the earth, pay big ceremonies, and sacrifice to the ancestral temple, then... what should I do?"

The smell of ambergris on Chu Lang's body has faded away, and the rest seems to be the scent of saponins, which is faint and pleasant to smell.

Shen Ci was in a daze for a moment, then was brought into his arms by Chu Lang, he said in a daze, "Then... wait for the bed."

Chu Lang nodded, as if she was really studying hard: "And then? How to sleep?"

Shen Ci looked into Chu Lang's eyes, like the reflection of thousands of stars in Linyuan, as deep as a pool of water, as if with magical power: "...Go to bed."

Chu Lang nodded again, he did what Shen Ci said, he picked up Shen Ci, walked around the screen, gently placed Shen Ci on the bed, and leaned over to make it impossible for people to escape: "Go to bed, what are you doing?"

As if seductive, Shen Ci looked at him with his eyebrows bent, couldn't help but overflow with a smile, and finally came back to his senses, he turned his head to the other side, not looking at Chu Lang: "Then sleep!"

Chu Lang rubbed his head against Shen Ci's neck and couldn't help laughing.

Shen Ci pursed his lips while thinking again,

He ran to the dragon bed again...