The third year after the death of the emperor

In the 37th year of Chenghua, at the end of summer.

Xie Wen is the teacher in Chonghua Palace and one of the teachers of the princes.His colleagues are all great Confucianists of this dynasty and famous scholars of Laozhuang, with hundreds of disciples under him, solemn and majestic.

Only this young celebrity hired by Emperor Zhaoqing to enter the palace is different.He has a gentle attitude, is handsome in description, has an extraordinary appearance, and is not much older than these princes. When he writes and asks questions, he can almost feel the fragrance of orchids all over his body. The warm and affectionate temperament is like warm spring water, touching the skin, Even the bones are numb along with it.

This year, the most favored by Emperor Zhaoqing was not the sixth prince under the knees of Concubine Zhuang, nor the seventh prince born to Concubine Ning, but the third prince who was raised by the empress. A small beauty, but in name, he is indeed the queen's son.In order to compensate for the infertility of the first wife after the miscarriage, Emperor Zhaoqing almost had the idea of ​​letting His Highness the Third Prince be the reserve.

At the back of the Chonghua Palace, there is a wing room for the prince and Xixi to sleep overnight. However, many elders have mansions and many family members, and they rarely stay there. Only Mr. Xie, who is alone, often lights up the lamp at night.His Highness the Third Highness would sometimes ask questions about a sentence of ancient Chinese until late at night, insects chirped at the end of summer, and as the volume was turned over, the Third Prince suddenly took his hand and held down his unfinished pen, seeming extremely nervous and hesitant, but divided again. Wai said confidently: "Mr. Xie..."

Xie Wen looked up at him.

"In fact, I have already read through this book." The Third Highness got up and said, "Sir, do you know what the father said to me today? He said that I am different from other brothers, and he also allocated the capable internal officials to me, sir. Coming out of the mountain, there will be a big achievement, the students are willing to abandon the Hongru old scholars, I just ask Mr. Xie to treat you differently..."

His words have tried to be humble, but the arrogance and hints that cannot be concealed can still be seen from them.Xie Wen stared at the fingers he snapped over, and gently pulled the fingertips away from the opponent's cover.

The birth mother of His Highness the Third Highness is humble, but the adoptive mother is orthodox in the middle palace. He is not bad in nature, but sometimes he reveals a recklessness and arrogance. Such an unsteady and difficult to control person... Xie Wen thought for a moment, but the other party became even more anxious. Hastily said: "Don't you know what I mean?"

Xie Wen said: "Your Highness, please sit down."

His Royal Highness sat down again. Seeing Xie Wen's unchanged expression, he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly he was very determined, and the panic disappeared: "The queen mother said that Mr. Xie loves chess, why don't you give me a try too?" Chess."

Xie Wen just flipped through the book: "Didn't the lower officials try your highness's chess very early?"

"At that time, you just let me go first." His Royal Highness said, "I heard that when Master played chess with Sixth Brother..."

Xie Wen is so good at self-cultivation, she is a bit annoyed by being pestered.He was still patient, and played two rounds of Tai Chi with His Royal Highness. He neither expressed his opinion nor showed any timidity. He fooled the man in front of him and coaxed him out of the house. Then he said to the system while drinking tea: "He has studied for three years. , Do you want me to stick fifteen eyes on him too?"

Tong Tong said: "Although he is not smart, it is easy to coerce you. You can see his attitude towards you. He is not only a teacher, he also has a bit of lust."

Xie Wen shook her head: "Qi Chao is popular, but I'm not..."

Before finishing these words, Tong Tong suddenly reminded: "The door."

the door?The cicadas chirped frantically in the treetops, almost obscuring nearby footsteps.Xie Wen didn't know who else would come here late at night besides His Highness the Third Highness.

He raised his hand and pushed open the door, and saw the back of a slender and silent young man.At the young man's feet was a thin and ferocious cat. It arched its back and turned to look at Xie Wen. The cat's eyes were almost as cold as tigers, leopards and beasts.

The other party also turned around when the door was pushed open.

It is His Royal Highness Nine.

Xie Wen knew the young man's situation in the palace, and his so-called lending a helping hand was nothing more than handing over an umbrella.But now, the umbrella has been wiped dry with care, and it looks brand new as if it has never been used. Even the old creases on it have been smoothed out and trimmed respectfully and neatly.

His Highness Jiu stood not far away, holding the umbrella. He didn't look at Xie Wen's face, but came over to return the object, and said dryly, "Sir."

Xie Wen stared at his wrist by the sleeve, the bruise on it hadn't faded.Those royal nobles who were not much older than him were often stubborn, and the children of the aristocratic families who accompanied him were used to playing around with the wind...even the servants, servants, and servants in the palace were the same.

Emperor Zhaoqing always ignored the Ninth Highness, as if he did not exist, but Xie Wen understood that the Ninth Highness, who was bullied and ignored, was the one who was tough and unrivaled in the future. The...genius who toppled this dynasty.

genius?Contrarian genius?

Xie Wen didn't take it, but said: "It is a gift to His Highness, there is no need to return it."

The Ninth Prince stared at him silently, with four eyes facing each other. In the eyes of this taciturn boy, there was a hot breath flowing like magma. He was so focused, hot and pure.

Xiao Xuanqian took out the chess record from his bosom, which was the only thing he took in that rain.

"There is no need to pay this..."

"Eleven out of sixteen."

Xie Wen was stunned for a moment, and he finally raised his eyes to meet the other's eyes: "Fifteen out of twelve, pull."

Xiao Xuanqian didn't seem to expect Xie Wen to remember the position of the chess pieces on the score, he was also a little stunned, and then thought for a moment: "Six out of eleven."

It turned out that I only studied one step... Xie Wen couldn't help but smile, but he still played the game dictated by His Royal Highness with great interest. There were countless moves on the virtual chessboard in his mind. Although Jiu's skills are not good, his memory is too good, and he remembers every step clearly.

It wasn't until even Xiao Xuanqian felt powerless to fight back that he lowered his head: "I lost."

His hand clasping the handle of the umbrella was inexplicably tight, and his finger bones almost had the illusion of trembling.The young man who came here after making a major decision had obviously received a pardon of "no need to return it", but he was still afraid that his incompetence and clumsiness would offend this person.

Will he think that I don't know anything, and I force myself to show myself, childish?Do you feel like I'm so defeated, disinterested, and a waste of time?He... would he think like everyone else?will ignore me...

Xiao Xuanqian has long been immune to harm and vicious ridicule, and will not reveal a trace of emotion for it, but a strange show of favor is like throwing a frozen person into a hot spring, hot and cold, blood gushing, hope of dying and despair at the same time.

Finally, he heard Xie Wen say: "Your hand..."

Xiao Xuanqian followed his words and looked over. Compared with this chic and elegant umbrella, his hands were too rough, bruised, scars from frostbite, fine wounds on the back of his hands, leaving a series of scars after healing. Whitestains - very unworthy indeed, very ugly.

But what Xie Wen said was: "I have standing wound medicine in my room."

He led His Highness the Ninth Prince into the room, closed the door, while being helpless, it was always easy to give birth to redundant care, showing overflowing sympathy, but at the same time, he took out the wound medicine and smeared Xiao Xuanqian's wounds in an exemplary manner.

Xie Wen's fingers fell gently. Although he is not good at caring for others, he is fundamentally different from others who deliberately hurt, insult and make fun of.

The vicious cat lay on Xiao Xuanqian's shoe, looking at the room curiously, and seemed to be more tolerant of this man's kindness.

Xie Wen began to chat with each other while applying the medicine...the two were six years apart, and their concepts and personalities were very different, but they were able to chat.His Royal Highness Nine acted cautiously, it was unexpected to see him today, what was even more unexpected was that Xiao Xuanqian asked eagerly: "Will Mr. Xie teach me too?"

Xie Wen snapped her fingers.He thought that most of his time was divided up by the favored prince. Except for the Four Books, Five Classics, and classics of poetry and prose that everyone read together, he had never really taught the Ninth Prince how to play chess.

Xie Wen looked at him and said, "Yes. As long as you grow up."

"The student is already 16 years old." Xiao Xuanqian said, "In a few years, I will leave the palace, seal the king and build a mansion, and leave..."

"With the attitude that His Majesty treats His Highness, will there really be a day when a king will be established as a mansion?" Xie Wen asked.

His words were extremely gentle and elegant, and his voice sounded like jade hitting the ice.

Xiao Xuanqian looked at him: "If we don't have that day, we will fight hard. The student is already in a poor alley."

Xie Wen sighed, as expected, your heart is so true, you have fought so hard that this dynasty has been directly changed.He whispered: "If someone helps you, maybe you don't need to work so hard."

I don't know if it's too late to bring Xiao Jiu's mind back on track?Xie Wen had no choice but to cast a wide net to catch more fish, and spread some idle chess everywhere, but he didn't explain the matter thoroughly, but said: "In the future, if you have something you don't understand, you can come to me, although I may not be able to help you. But those servants, seeing me manage you like this, will be afraid of my identity and dare not treat His Highness like that."

After he finished speaking, he found that the young man was still staring at him blankly, so he called again: "His Royal Highness?"

Xiao Jiu came back to his senses, and hastily closed his eyes: "Many... Thank you, sir..."

He is still not proficient in the words of rewarding others, no matter how many pleadings are in front of the interests, it will seem insignificant. This kind of sudden help makes people feel strange and intimidating, almost wanting to curl up in the shadows.

But Xiao Xuanqian clasped the edge of the umbrella in his hand, his palms were hot, and the skin that had been medicated was also very hot. Every inch that was stared at by those eyes greedily regenerated vitality, desire, desire, and violent heartbeat. It seemed that he was about to die in the love, but he felt ashamed and stiff all over.

His expression changed slightly, but he remained silent and harmless, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Xie Wen saw that his reaction was so slow, even a little slow, for a moment he forgot that the lonely student in front of him was the future Great Demon King, he stretched out his hand and patted the back of His Highness Ninth Prince's hand, the slender and slender knuckles sticking to the opponent's wound did not fade On the back of his hand, he said half-relievedly: "Your Highness will at least be a prince in the future, so you don't have to be so careful with subordinates. After all, I'm just a minister."

He looked at Xiao Xuanqian's expression, and didn't know if the other party would listen or not.But the next time the other party came, His Highness the Ninth Prince was still so cautious, as if a pair of fragile, blood-stained tentacles had just been protruded from the snail shell.

Not long after, everyone suddenly discovered that the ninth younger brother whom they had hardly looked at, the prince who was ignored and hated by his father, had been taught several times by Mr. Xie, and often stayed by his side to learn chess.Under the dark and cold water of Chonghua Palace, a hand suddenly plunged into the water and fished him out from a place where there was no light... Since then, the floating duckweed has grown roots and fallen into the soil.

At this time, the children of the family who hadn't expected how things would develop, thought that Mr. Xie was only just and merciful, and pitied him for being helpless, so they also hypocritically released sympathy in order to get Xie Wen's favor.All of a sudden, the situation of His Highness Ninth Prince was much better.

His figure occasionally appeared behind Xie Wen.The end of summer is approaching, and autumn is coming, His Highness the Ninth Prince will no longer be deliberately embarrassing, and there is no need to exhaust all means to design and kill those despicable villains without suspicion, and give them a violent and covert counterattack.

As long as he is pure, sincere and docile, as long as he holds an umbrella for Mr. Xie, he can survive those endless, bone-chilling rainy days.

The author has something to say: Try not to write the abuse part, write a few chapters of youthful affection =3=