break the barrier

On the second day, Wei Xiao stayed in Zhou Prison to rest in the dormitory on the grounds that Zhou Prison stood for too long at yesterday's ceremony, had some heatstroke, and felt unwell.

Above the court, Mr. Zheng looked radiant. He first said some kind words to him, and then he reminded him explicitly and secretly that he must educate Zhou Prison well and not repeat the same mistakes. Finally, he made it clear what he wanted to report today. thing.

"The musician wanted to use the pipa to confuse His Majesty's mind, and he committed a heinous crime. Fortunately, His Majesty's heart was firmly committed to Da Chong, so he didn't let that monster succeed." Zheng Mao bowed and saluted, "It's a taboo for the king of Da Chong to be close to his voice, and the pipa is for the king. I hope His Majesty will destroy the ominous things to reassure the people."

Wei Xiao leaned on the armrest, picked up the imperial decree on the day he ascended the throne, and murmured, "The new emperor ascends the throne and amnesties the world. In this way, the musician should be released." The decree was thrown back.

Mr. Zheng leaned over and saluted again, "Your Majesty was joking, that musician has brought disaster to the country and the people, and the crime is the same as deceiving the emperor and rebelling against him, how can he be pardoned."

"Joke?" Wei Xiao raised his eyebrows and looked over, "For Mr. Zheng, is Chaotang a place for joking?"

"Your servant is dead!" Master Zheng immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "That musician made me shake people's hearts, and he is the same monster as that pipa, so we can't keep it!"

Wei Xiao tapped on the faucet on the armrest, "Aiqing is strict in handling things, this pipa incident has not been heard from the palace, where is the public's heart shaken?"

If it is spread out exactly, I am afraid that it will not shake the hearts of the people, but will be treated as a laughing stock.

He saw with his own eyes how Zheng Mao turned black and white. If two men stood together, they would lose their sleeves. Wouldn't there be a group of them in the hall?

Zheng Mao stopped talking and gestured to others with his eyes, so another minister knelt down.

"Think twice, Your Majesty! Kings are most taboo to indulge in sensuality, Your Majesty must not be fooled by witchcraft!"

Wei Xiao stood up slowly, took a few steps left and right, and finally stopped in front of the case, raised his hand and threw the imperial decree down, hitting the old minister's official hat, "I dare say that everything written on it is nonsense!"

"Your Majesty, calm down!"

They knelt down one by one, clamoring for him to appease his anger. The faction that was hostile to Mr. Zheng was also a group of old and stubborn. He was alone in the matter of the pipa.He sat down exhaustedly, and shook his head pretending to be distressed, "Master Aiqing is right, this pipa should indeed be destroyed, but... this pipa was taken away by that musician long ago."

"This, this... the musician is now in the prison, with nothing, this..."

"Oh? Mr. Zheng means that this king is lying?"

"I dare not!"

Wei Xiao tapped on the piles of memorials, "As Aiqing said just now, the musician is a monster, and the pipa is also a monster. The musician must have changed his magic method and took the pipa away."

Zheng Mao's face turned green, and Wei Xiaoming pretended to be talking nonsense, but he couldn't tell the truth, "Your Majesty, how... such a thing can happen in this world."

"Why not? Mr. Zheng said it was a monster. How could a monster not have sorcery? Could it be that Mr. Zheng is lying? How can Aiqing deceive the king!" Wei Xiao stood up leaning on the desk, her eyes full of doubts, and finally Shaking his head, he sighed and walked on, "Master Zheng is getting old, and it's been hot recently, so he's getting hot and confused. Could it be that he suffered from heat stroke like His Highness?"

He walked over, squatted down with a smile, and slapped Zheng Mao with his hands, "Forget it, I don't blame you. Mr. Zheng won't have to go to court for these two days. Take a good rest. But it hurts a lot!"

"Thank you Your Majesty for your concern, the old minister is fine—"

"Ah! The sun at yesterday's grand ceremony was really poisonous, and I suddenly felt a little dizzy." Wei Xiao staggered back to the dragon chair and sat down, leaning on the armrest and pressing his forehead. After all, Zheng Mao didn't speak anymore, and got up leave.

The veterans of Zheng Mao's faction are very stubborn, and this stubbornness is difficult to deal with, but easy to deal with.

They longed for higher power in their hearts, and hoped to turn the king into a blood symbol without real power, but they never thought of being kings themselves, and the concept of blood was deeply rooted in their hearts.

Zhou Prison is too young now, and he has just ascended the throne. No one can replace his position as king. He has to take advantage of this time to take back the rights that have been dissipated.

Zhou Prison is recuperating in Wei Xiao's dormitory. His wound is deep but not big. Maybe it's because of the medicine powder. After the pain from last night, he can't feel much today, and he also got some refreshment for nothing. eat.

As soon as Wei Xiao came back, Zhou Prison jumped out of bed, took the frozen fruit and gave it to Wei Xiao.

"Why did you jump down? You're not afraid of hurting the wound." Seeing that he wasn't even wearing shoes, Wei Xiao picked him up with one arm and put him back on the bed.

"The teacher's medicine powder has a miraculous effect, and the pain is gone this morning!"

Wei Xiao pointed at his forehead and scolded, "You sleep on the floor and you don't wear shoes. You really have great firepower and are not afraid of the cold."

Zhou Yu scratched her head and smiled, grabbed Wei Xiao's fingers and looked at them, "Why are the teacher's hands so powerful? Flowers and leaves can hurt people, teach me, okay?"

"Your muscles and bones are not suitable for learning hidden weapons. When you recover from your injuries, go to the barracks and let the general show you what is suitable for you to learn."

Speaking of Wei Xiao, I thought of Zhou Prison's unusual strength. Not to mention supporting those stone tables and benches, he easily waved his hand away yesterday, "Why are you so strong? You were born like this?"

Zhou Yu nodded with some complacency, "The old man said that my father was a champion in martial arts, and that the previous generation of crown princes was weak. This time, he worked hard on strength and asked me to lift a bucket every day..." Zhou Yu came to his senses and looked up. Looking at Wei Xiao, "Eh? Then they are talking about the teacher? The teacher is really weak, it seems that even I can't compare!"

Wei Xiao: "..."

He has always disagreed with these bloodline theories, but now it seems that it is not useless, at least the one born is definitely healthy.

But what if he is actually an ugly sick child?Aren't their so-called high-quality bloodlines all educated by good teachers and good conditions?Anyone who meets these conditions can achieve something.

He lightly pinched Zhou Prison's nose, "You are the best, even better than me."

Zhou Yu smiled foolishly, he was praised again, the teacher is so kind.

At noon, the palace guards outside the door were all wilted, and Wei Xiao lightly changed Zhou Prison's dressing. The edge of the wound had scabbed, and some blood oozes slightly from the cloth, and he was wet. The cloth towel carefully wiped Zhou Prison and reapplied the powder.

Zhou Yu bit his lip to endure the pain. After changing, his lips turned white, and there was a small tooth mark on it. Wei Xiao rubbed his lower lip with his fingers, eyes full of distress.

Zhou Yu smiled, reached out and patted Wei Xiao's head, "Teacher, don't be afraid, I'm fine."

"It's not big or small." Wei Xiao shook his head and smiled, but he was not angry, and lay down to rest with Zhou Prison in his arms. No more jumping around."

Zhou Prison took a few glances at Wei Xiao's face, and finally took his hand and kissed the back of it, "Teacher is so kind."