Long Aotian knelt down to me [Quick Transmigration]

Yan Dynasty, the imperial palace.

Even if the windows are opened in the palace that is too wide, the light in the hall will appear dim, but the brightly lit candles will make the whole hall bright.

The palace people carefully stepped lightly, not daring to make any more noise, even the little emperor who bowed his head to his studies at the table held his breath.

Opposite Gein sat a man resting with one hand resting.

He was dressed in a crimson official uniform, with a jade belt around his waist and a long purple ribbon hanging from his side. If he could not be identified by this, the sitting python pattern embroidered with gold thread on the official uniform made people dare not mistake him. .

The shape of the python is like a dragon, only a few toes and claws short, which is not something that everyone can wear.

Not to mention that the pattern on the official uniform is still the most honorable style of sitting python in the python uniform. Among the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, only the chief assistant of the dynasty, the assistant minister personally designated by the first emperor, Xiang Yang ——Yang Mingliu.

The cold wind made the window creak and shake, the palace guard who was guarding the window was startled, and hurriedly turned around, supported the window sash with one hand, and adjusted the crossbar with the other hand, carefully adjusted it for a long time, and then pulled it with his hands After trying hard to pull it, I finally confirmed that it would not be blown by the wind again, so I turned back with a sigh of relief.

The little emperor, who was writing his homework, was disturbed by this movement. He looked up at the open window, and then at Yang Mingliu, who was taking a nap over there.

The young boy frowned, raised his hand to beckon, and whispered a few words to the person who came over.

Not long after, someone came in with a pure black cloak without a trace of variegation.The little emperor reached out to take it, and went over to put it on for those who were taking a nap over there, but when he was about to step back, he met a pair of open eyes.

The little emperor was startled, and then showed some annoyance, "It was I who interrupted Xiangfu to rest."

Yang Mingliu looked at the people in front of him and the scene around him, and seemed to be in a daze.

"I'm asleep?"

He asked this question, but quickly suppressed all the emotions that were exposed, and nodded calmly, "It's the fault of the minister for being disrespectful in front of the imperial court."

Having said that, there was no expression of "has been wrong" on his face, but the little emperor on the opposite side said urgently: "Father Xiangfu is tired after working hard for the country, and it is rare to have a rest. It is I who disturbed you."

Yang Mingliu's expression was very normal, and he was not at all flattered by the apology from the most honorable person in the world.

He shook his head and said "It doesn't matter", and he seemed to ask the young man casually, "Where have you been studying?" After getting the answer, he quizzed him as usual.

It was so natural from beginning to end that it was not at all obvious that his nap had been dreaming in another world for several years.

Although the little emperor on the opposite side was nervous due to this sudden random check, fortunately, he had the best teacher in the world, and he always had a solid foundation when learning things.

Yang Mingliu asked a few words, then nodded lightly, and said briefly, "Not bad".

The little emperor was praised, and he couldn't help but show some joy on his face, but he remembered the usual teachings of Xiangfu, so he tensed up and took back these exposed emotions.

After this simple homework spot check, the two returned to the original situation: the little emperor returned to the table to continue his unfinished homework, while Yang Mingliu half-closed his eyes and thought deeply, not knowing what he was thinking.

In fact, he was sorting out his thoughts.

After all, even for him, after such a long time, it will take some time to fully grasp the current situation: what is the current situation in the court?How is the situation in various places?Is there any urgent report recently? ...

There were many and complicated things, but he was prepared when he had a premonition that he would come back, so he didn't appear to be in a hurry at the moment. The current situation also has a rough understanding.

On the other hand, the little emperor over there who should have been concentrating on his studies peeked at Yang Mingliu's expression several times. Seeing that the latter had finally finished reading the scriptures, he boldly interjected, "Did Xiangfu have a good dream just now?"

Yang Mingliu was slightly taken aback by the question.

Seeing that he was not reprimanded, the little emperor became more courageous, and continued: "I see that Xiangfu is in a very good mood."

After all, normally, it would not be so easy for him to say "not bad".

Yang Mingliu lowered his eyes slightly: Are you in a good mood?

The tip of his tongue touched the place where the blood was scratched in his mouth just now, and now his body naturally has no such wound, but Yang Mingliu still smiled a little, and nodded: "It is indeed a good dream."

Hearing this, the little emperor became more and more curious: I don't know what dream can be called a good dream by the moody and angry Xiangfu?

Although he has a noble status, the little emperor is only a half-grown boy at the moment, without an answer, he feels as uncomfortable as being scratched by a cat. Maybe seeing the person opposite him is really in a good mood today, and he can't help but feel a lot more relieved , Boldly asked: "What dream did Xiangfu have? What kind of peach blossom demon is there in the dream? Fairy Hengyue?"

After blurting out the last two sentences, the little emperor knew he was going to suffer.

Sure enough, Yang Mingliu on the opposite side glanced at him lightly, but he didn't show any anger, and his face still had that faint smile on his face.

The little emperor quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when he thought that his father-in-law would not bother with him because of his bad mood today, he saw that the person opposite had raised his voice a little, and ordered to go on, "Go look for your majesty's study, there are books about ghosts and ghosts, miscellaneous books... ..."

The little emperor held his breath for a moment, and saw two words faintly uttered from his thin lips, "Burn."

The little emperor's face turned pale, but he didn't dare to speak out to argue for himself.

And this matter is not over yet, the little emperor stared nervously at Yang Mingliu's face.

Since those miscellaneous books were sent in, there must be someone who sent them in.It was indeed the case, the people who sent them were all his very close "playmates".The little emperor grew up in the palace, so of course he knew that as a master, he would be fined to copy two pages of books at most, but how those "playmates" would be dealt with was not certain.

The little emperor stared anxiously for a long time, but saw that Yang Mingliu had no intention of continuing, and the latter turned his attention to the booklet at hand again, as if the matter had come to an end.

Seeing this situation, the little emperor breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered in his heart, "Father Xiang is really in a good mood today", but this time he didn't dare to look left and right, and concentrated on returning his thoughts to the homework at hand.

Yang Mingliu glanced at the little emperor, but said nothing.

The "burning of books" made such a big commotion, what happened now would reach the ears of the Empress Dowager Xigong within half an hour, how would the people in the palace deal with it? Since the Empress Dowager came forward, why should he be such a villain?

But... Peach Blossom Demon?Fairy Hengyue?

Yang Mingliu couldn't help laughing when he thought about the red mark on that person's wrist that had been pinched out and disappeared abruptly on the day of the poetry meeting: Is it a demon or a fairy?After all, they are not ordinary people.

I just don't know if that "he" can keep people behind?

Yang Mingliu licked the place where the wound should have been with the tip of his tongue, and he smiled softly.

Probably very rare.

If he was still ignorant, the boy would naturally try his best to keep people by instinct, but he was punctured by such a blow at the moment.That kid was ashamed and panicked, maybe it was too late to hide, let alone keep someone?

Yang Mingliu didn't feel guilty about creating obstacles for "himself" at all.

There are so many good things in the world, how can that kid take care of them all?

He glanced down at his empty hand and narrowed his eyes a little.

If he can't get it, no one else can touch it.

Having said that, he is different from that kid.

——He, can, no, yes, what, what, good, people.

Fang Xia only felt that he had just gotten close to [Yang Mingliu] when he was pulled hard and almost fell down.He closed his eyes subconsciously, and his mouth didn't know where it went. His teeth were smashed and his lips were hit, and his mouth was full of blood.This is not the end yet, before the other person could react, he was pushed out, and his ass fell hard. Fang Xia only felt that his tailbone was about to crack.

Fang Xia:? ! ! !

If he didn't know that he was being played, he would be really stupid.

Fang Xia stood up with an almost ferocious expression.

But let alone retaliation, before he cursed out loud, he saw the young man standing in the same place, with the expression on his face that the sky was about to collapse.

Fang Xia immediately understood the huge difference in performance before and after, and he confirmed, "...Shou Che?"

Yang Shouche replied stammeringly: "Master, Master."

From that expression, one could tell that he hadn't recovered yet, and responded by instinct.

It was indeed Yang Shouche.

With this sudden change, Fang Xia couldn't vent his anger no matter how angry he was. He could only grit his teeth in his heart and secretly thought that [Yang Mingliu] was very scheming.

But it was obvious that Yang Shouche was hit far harder than Fang Xia.His whole face was flushed at first, then he seemed to realize something, then gradually turned pale, and finally his whole body trembled.

Fang Xia knew Yang Shouche's character of always respecting teachers, self-denial and courtesy, and now he did such a "rebellious" thing, let alone others, he himself would not be the first to accept it.

Fang Xia was still thinking this way, when Yang Shouche knelt down towards him with a plop, and before Fang Xia could react, he kowtowed hard.The impact was so hard that there was a bloodstain on his forehead.

It's not over yet, Yang Shouche said with a trembling voice, "Student...Damn it."

Immediately afterwards, his eyes fell on the pillar beside him.

Fang Xia understood what Yang Shouche wanted to do in a blink of an eye, and suddenly his hairs stood on end. He didn't care about the pain in his body, so he rushed over and grabbed him tightly, so as not to prevent any bloody crime from happening in front of his eyes.

Fang Xia could feel that the moment he met Yang Shouche, the other person's reaction was so great that he almost jumped up. The strength was much stronger than Fang Xia expected. He almost used his body weight to forcefully hold him down.

Fang Xia said loudly: "You didn't do that! It has nothing to do with you!!"

Yang Shouche, who was still struggling, froze, his already pale face turned even paler, and even his lips trembled slightly.

Although he didn't do the thing just now, the dirty thoughts in his heart were clearly exposed by this action.

For example, things about Zhuzhai, things about schoolwork, things about Hong Zimu, things about copying books...

One by one, the master treated him so well, but he, he..... he missed the master with those things.

Yang Shouche put his teeth against the tip of his tongue, and felt that he should just die for such a ungrateful, wolf-hearted thing!

But during this movement, the wound on the inside of the mouth pulled and oozes blood again.

Stimulated by the smell of blood, the scene of that moment reappeared in his mind again, and Yang Shouche's pale face became abnormally red again...but the teeth that were touching his tongue could not be bitten down after all.