Tian Yan

"Father, father... Zhongda has his own house, so there is no need to stay in the palace."

Cao Cao glanced at him, "He's Chong'er's husband from now on, nothing to do with you."

Cao Pi knelt down on his knees and begged, "Father, please let Zhong Da go."

Seeing his virtuousness, Cao Cao was so angry that he went back to the case to search for something that could be used to smoke people, and he was about to greet him.

"Your Highness, please go back first."

Just as Cao Cao picked up the inkstone and was about to smash it at it, he saw Sima Yi silently kneeling in front of Cao Pi, bowing his head and speaking hastily.

"Zhongda..."

Cao Pi looked anxiously at Sima Yi, and then at Cao Cao, who stared at him expressionlessly.

"Your Highness, take care."

Sima Yi knelt down and couldn't see his expression clearly, his voice came out muffled.Cao Pi clenched his fists tightly, but finally put them down helplessly.

—Never get into conflict with your father.

Cao Pi closed his eyes to gather himself, took one last look at Sima Yi's back, bowed hastily and exited the hall.

For a while, the hall was empty and silent, Sima Yi raised his head and met Cao Cao's playful eyes.

"You are looking towards him, what benefit did Cao Pi give you?"

"Your Highness is kind to me..."

Cao Cao interrupted him before he finished speaking.Cao Cao bent down and approached him, pinched his chin frivolously with two fingers, and raised it up a little bit, forcing him to stand up.

"It's a bunch of nonsense. If you want to talk about knowing you, I should be one step ahead of him. It's a pity that you don't appreciate it."

"It seems that the kid's skills are not very good, his lips are torn."

Sima Yi subconsciously touched his lower lip, and the next moment he met Cao Cao with a triumphant smile.

"Still can't help lying, one fool and one accurate."

Sima Yi bit his lip, and took a step back calmly: "Your Majesty, don't make fun of me anymore, it's getting late, please take my leave."

"Whoever allows you to go, I said, you will live in the palace from now on."

"I have my own residence!" Sima Yi's tone hardened, he looked straight at Cao Cao and refused to budge.

Cao Cao sneered, this person always doesn't give him face, but he is still in a daze, just because of such a familiar name.

genius...

"It's just you!"

Sima Yi saw that Cao Cao's brows were deep and then suddenly ignited, and his generous body formed a huge sense of oppression in front of him, forcing him to step back step by step until his back hit the edge of the table.

Cao Cao stood up and put him on his back on the desk.

The mahogany desk pressed hard on Sima Yi's lower back, which was painful. He tried to move, but his lower body hit Cao Cao's.The soft touch embarrasses Sima Yi, and the bases of his ears are bright red from the candlelight.

"This outfit is ugly. It's not your style at all." Cao Cao said, and his subordinates kept pulling off his belt.

Sima Yi yelled loudly, and his voice echoed in the empty hall for a while.

Cao Cao laughed, and looked at Sima Yi with unspeakable embarrassment: "Well, this Chongzheng Palace has a high ceiling, and even the slightest movement can linger in the air."

Sima Yi shook his head, his voice was suppressed: "Why do you have to do this, Your Majesty..."

Cao Cao raised his eyebrows, and this time he pulled back his clothes: "Because you always hide, I really want to see what's going on under the clothes."

Sima Yi's eyes suddenly calmed down, and he did it himself, ripping open the front of his clothes with a snap.

"It's just the skin of a common man."

Cao Cao saw that the skin in front of him was thin and white, which is rare among men, but it looked a little thin, because he was exposed to the cold outside, and a layer of fine bumps arose.

There is no trace of fragrance.

Cao Cao's fingers slid down his throat and slid straight to his chest.

What a cunning thing, this time he has seen it, but there is no reason to do it again.

"So calm, you succeeded. Now that I've seen it, I don't think it's interesting."

Sima Yi lost the oppression in front of him, and quickly got up to gather up his clothes.

Cao Cao refused to let him, and called his attendants to come in: "Throw away this shirt, and get another."

"Also, the side hall of the Chongzheng Hall is quiet, let him live there."

Cao Cao turned around and saw Sima Yi tugging at the skirt of his clothes, and there seemed to be a sparkle in his eyes.

"What are you angry about? Angry at Cao Pi leaving you wise and safe?"

Sima Yi gritted his teeth, and when he raised his head again, he had recovered his usual indifference.

Cao Pi was pushed out by himself, and he can't blame others for his feelings and reason.

It was the one in front of him that made him puzzled, so domineering and arrogant, how could it be the mighty and heroic Supreme Tianyan in the mouths of the people?

"Don't look at me like that, go see Cao Chong tomorrow. Remember that you will be his husband in the future, not someone else's."

After a long time without getting an answer, Cao Cao didn't mind, and stepped out of the palace gate with Shi Shiran behind his back.

A smoky blue shirt.

Sima Yi was a little confused. When Cao Pi told him he couldn't wear smoke blue, he thought it was because His Majesty didn't like it, but now it doesn't seem to be the case.

Not only is it not distasteful, but rather like... or obsessed with this color.

Cao Pi... Maybe he knew the inside story, and he did this to protect him.

But what he didn't know was that he had met Cao Cao long ago on the street, and luckily he was still wearing a smoky blue headgear.

I am happy with Tianyan, but can Tianyan take care of my worries?

Just delusional.

Sima Yi put on his clothes silently, and stood in front of the full-length bronze mirror, looking at his blurred figure reflected in the mirror.

The maids behind whispered: "Look at this, it really looks like..."

Sima Yi's eyebrows twitched, and he turned around suddenly, startling the maids in the palace.

"Who do I look like?"

The maids fell silent for a moment, looked at each other and remained silent.

Sima Yi faintly felt that something was wrong, from Cao Pi's concerns about his clothes, to Cao Cao's inexplicable obsession with ghosts, all these seemed to point to a person who had committed a taboo, and this person was very similar to him.

Cao Cao, it seems that he can't love and hate this person, so he vented his entangled feelings on him.

Sima Yi didn't ask any further questions, but silently made up his mind.

Tomorrow, I will see Mr. Cangshu, the child can speak freely, so I should be able to find out something.

Sima Yi changed places at night and couldn't sleep well. He woke up when it was still dark, washed up, and sat on the corridor to watch the sky gradually brighten.

In spring and summer, the dawn is very early, and the morning breeze blows the fragrance of grass, which is refreshing.

Cao Pi, he is probably still sleeping at this time.

Sima Yi shook his head, secretly laughing at his own thought.

How about Cao Pi, what position does he have to think about now?

The princes have morning classes, and the morning classes are held at the Guozijian, which spans more than half of the palace.Sima Yi saw that it was still early, so he strolled there and watched the scenery of the palace.

Cao Cao had many concubines in the harem, and many heirs. Except for the young and ignorant, the known ones were the prince Cao Ang, the second son Cao Pi, the third son Cao Zhang, the fourth son Cao Zhi, and the youngest son Cao Chong.

In terms of status, Cao Ang, as the eldest son, is the East Palace; in terms of talent, Cao Zhi has no rival in poetry and prose; in terms of martial arts, Cao Zhang's riding and shooting skills are comparable to veterans;

I don't know if the story about the elephant was intended to create momentum or it was true. In short, Cao Cao's preference for Cao Chong can be seen.

Sima Yi was contemplating when he suddenly heard someone calling from behind, the voice was full of surprise and temptation: "Mr. Jijiu?"

—Mr. Jijiu?

Sima Yi turned his head and saw a tall man standing under the willow tree. Behind him was the misty lake water in the early morning. I have to say that this scene was very romantic.

Seeing him turn around, the man blinked, took a few steps forward to take a closer look, and then said with a smile: "I thought I didn't wake up from the wine last night, so it's not Mr. Jijiu."

Sima Yi cupped his hands: "If you dare to ask, but the Fourth Highness?"

Cao Zhi raised his eyebrows, looked at his plain white shirt: "How do you know?"

"The Fourth Highness Su Wen is very romantic and likes to drink and compose poems. I dare you to guess."

Cao Zhi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, showing arrogance in his frailty. In terms of looks and temperament, he was not at all like Cao Cao.

"You guessed it right, I will give you a drink."

Sima Yi cupped his hands: "Thank you, Fourth Highness, for your kindness. I don't like drinking alcohol."

Cao Zhi was a little disappointed: "You look alike, but you don't like to drink, alas."

Sima Yi heard the signs: "Dare to ask Mr. Jijiu?"

"Ghosts are born in Yingchuan, and heaven is jealous of Guo Fengxiao." Cao Zhi sighed and leaned against the tree trunk, pulling a willow leaf to play with, "It's normal if you haven't heard of it. The matter of offering wine, I guess even the historian is confused. .”

"Then he now..."

"Passed away, it must have been five or six years." Cao Zhi looked far away, looking at the misty lake, "He died on the road to Wuhuan in the south, and that battle was a big victory."

Sima Yi understood.

No wonder Cao Cao cared so much about him being called a ghost.

No wonder, that night in the palace, Cao Cao would look at him with eyes mixed with anxiety and desire.

No wonder, keep yourself by your side.

It's all because of the thought of this early-morning talent.

However, why is there an unconcealable sadness and resentment in those eyes?

Sima Yi was puzzled and looked at Cao Zhi, who shook his head.

"Father intends to erase the traces of Mr. Jijiu. Our prince only took a few lessons with him when he was young."

Sima Yi nodded, gave a shallow salute and said goodbye.

Guo Jijiu, Wuhuan's great victory, change of dynasties, unknown history...

Sima Yi's back was cool, and when he turned his head, he saw the red sun breaking dawn, blooming bright red on the lake.

Cao Chong is a smart young man. When he saw him, he bowed his hands and bowed his hands. He called "Mr." very sweetly.

Sima Yi helped him up, and Cao Chong asked sharply, "Sir, what is your name?"

"My name is Sima Yi, and my name is Zhongda." Sima Yi pondered, "Did Your Majesty tell you about me?"

"Father only said that he found a gentleman for me, and I can meet you today." Cao Chong grinned at him, and held his hand with familiarity: "Students only know that a teacher for one day will be a father for life. Since Mr. I, I hope that the master will not dislike the dullness of the students."

Sima Yi smiled knowingly: "Thanks to Your Highness for not giving up, Sima Yi will definitely do his best."

Cao Chong raised his eyes and looked at Sima Yi brightly for a moment: "Sir, you really look like the old gentleman of the prince's brother! They are both equally good-looking!"

"Really..." Sima Yi lowered his eyes, but the smile gradually disappeared from his eyes.

Cao Chong is indeed intelligent, but he is not good at concealing his edge.He could weigh the importance of the husband Cao Cao personally found for him, but he said without hesitation that he was like the prince before him.If it gets out, what the crown prince will think, what other brothers will think, is unknown.

It's always been difficult to protect yourself under the grand family.Sima Yi sighed. Fortunately, the position of the crown prince has been decided, otherwise this overly clever little prince may not last long.

"Your Highness, have you ever read the Art of War?"

"No." Cao Chong shook his head, "Father told me to read strategy theory, saying that as a superior person, knowing the art of checks and balances is enough."

"Your Highness, we know that the art of war is not only used to lead troops, but also to control people."

Cao Chong nodded vigorously: "I've read all the policy theory in the history books thoroughly, but after reading it, I don't think it's interesting. Sir, please teach me the art of war."

"Okay." Sima Yi took his hand, and the palm was full of slender knuckles unique to teenagers.Cao Chong's face in front of him was only the size of a palm, looking at him innocently.

Be a teacher for one day, and be a father for life.

So be it.