Lord Chitose spoils me too much, what should I do?

Unable to tell whether it was jealousy or regret, Murong Shu coughed heavily, the people over there stopped moving and continued to drink.

The little emperor said a few words occasionally, and the two of them talked and laughed like a breeze and the moon, and the other casually echoed.

After eating and drinking enough, Pei Que lazily took leave and returned to his residence.

On the other side, Mrs. Wei was left by Murong Shu to sober up, and it was night when he woke up.

The palace gate has been closed, the key has been left, and Wei Yang was stayed overnight by Murong Shu again, and entered Chengqian Palace.

"After the new year, His Highness will be sixteen."

Murong Shu leaned on the table, "Are you also persuading me to choose a concubine?"

Wei Yang smiled warmly, "The minister said that after the year, His Majesty will have reached the age to be in charge.

Your Majesty... Want to choose a concubine? "

Murong Shu stretched his arms, put his face in one hand, and smirked at Wei Yang, "What kind of concubine do you choose! But they all have two eyes and one mouth, not as good-looking as my grand master!"

Wei Yang smiled and shook his head, stretched out his finger and tapped his forehead, "Nonsense!"

His heart moved, and he asked jokingly, "Then your Majesty thinks... Mr. Pei is good-looking?"

"He is just a eunuch, how can he compare with my Taifu?"

Murong Shu thought about it seriously, "If my concubine looks like Pei Que..."

He trembled as he spoke, "I really doubt that she was sent here to kill the king!"

Wei Yang bent his lips.

"Your Majesty, do you remember that there was a young lady in the Pei family back then.

Lord Chitose's younger sister Pei Yan, if she is still alive, should be about the same age as His Majesty, and should just enter the palace. "

"Remember."

The little emperor nodded, "She is slightly older than me. When she was a child, Pei Huai was very favored by her father. Mrs. Pei would also enter the palace. I have met her a few times."

According to memory, Murong Shu made gestures, "She is slightly taller than me, with big eyes, round mouth, and dimples when she smiles, she is very cute."

"Your Majesty remembers it so clearly?"

"Of course! I have a good memory when I was young!"

Murong Shu supported his face with one hand, and tapped his cheek with the other hand, "She has a small mole here, the color is very light, you can't see it unless you get close! It's just that you don't get along with the Taifu." Your eyebrows are red, hers are light brown!"

Wei Yang touched his head, and his clear voice sank, "Your Majesty has had a superb memory since he was a child!"

In Hongning Palace, Pei Que put down the booklet in his hand.

"Wei Yang stayed in the palace?"

"Yes."

"Stay in Chengqian Hall?"

"Yes."

"Let him go!"

He put down his pen and pressed his temple, "What kind of flowers can a young man, a sick child, find!"

Hearing this disrespectful brat, the guard in black didn't change his face, "Master Qiantose, His Majesty has grown up, Lord Qiantose must not continue to treat him like a child."

"Just him?"

Pei Que shook his head, "Small arms and legs, as thin as a chicken?"

"Okay, Changping, let's go back."

Chang Ping saluted, turned around and disappeared into the dark night.

Pei Que loosened his hand on his temple and knocked on the table.

There were footsteps outside the door, and then the voice of kneeling on the ground, "Lord Chitose."

"Is the lady missing?"

"Go back to Lord Chitose, not yet."

As if he knew the answer a long time ago, Pei Que took a deep breath, and there was an imperceptible tenderness in his cold eyes, "Look again!"

"Yes!"

The footsteps gradually went away, and the room returned to a dead silence.

The owner of the house picked up the pen, took out a booklet, and plunged into the long night again.

Outside the window is the dark night, the night is as thick as freshly ground ink, evenly splashed on the eaves of the inner palace.

The charcoal fire inside the house is warm, and after a long time, people who sleep in it will not be difficult to get thirsty.

Wei Yang got out of bed, poured himself a glass of water by the light, and held it in his hand to warm it.

Go out from the door of this room, turn right under the corridor and go straight for 50 meters, and you will see a vermilion lacquer gate.

At this time, it is naturally closed.

There will be lights on inside, and the lights will illuminate the dragon bed, where his student, his majesty, is sleeping.

Wei Yang took a sip of water from the water glass and moistened his throat. His lips were watery, with a glaze-like luster. When the warm yellow light hit him, he didn't look weak.

He lowered his eyelashes and continued thinking.

His little majesty had already rested, wearing a bright yellow brocade nightgown, lying on his side on the large dragon couch.The bent calf will press the quilt tightly, and a small shiny face is buried under the quilt.

His throat moved slightly.

No wonder he is too familiar with it, His Majesty has always been like this since he was a child.

As the eldest son of the grandchildren of the Wei family, he was given the most expectations.

He learned poetry at the age of three, was able to compose poetry at the age of five, and was familiar with "Fourteen Histories" at the age of eight, and wrote "National Fu", which caused an uproar in the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

Its prose is generous and refined, and its intentions are unrestrained, far beyond what an eight-year-old child can do!

It was widely rumored in the outside world that there were retainers in the Wei family who cheated on their behalf.

Old Mrs. Wei had no choice but to lead Wei Yang up to the Golden Luan Hall, where the late emperor set a question on the spot and burned incense as a measure. The young Wei Yang stepped on the stool, holding a Langhao pen in his hand. One painting, neat and tidy, entitled "Min Policies".

Before the incense mist was exhausted, Wei Yang started to write, with his little hand behind his back, signaling for himself to finish writing.

When the "Min Policies" was presented, His Majesty praised it with amazement, and asked people to take it down and circulate it, and all the officials in the palace were ashamed.

After this battle, Wei Jiawei became famous in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, causing a sensation all over the country.

The scholars below wrote a poem saying, "If there is a talented Wei Lang, it will be unbearable."

They sighed, if the sky is a genius, who would spend more than ten years studying hard in the cold window to gain a career and a bright future!

Later, at the age of 12, he was specially allowed by the emperor to take part in the scientific examination, and he won the first prize in one fell swoop, becoming the youngest number one scholar, and a literary star in the eyes of scholars.

He entered the palace to receive the reward, but was grabbed by the corner of his clothes by the white and tender little prince, and wept tearfully that he didn't want Mr. Zhou to be the tutor.

Mr. Zhou was in his prime, with a fierce face and a stern personality. The crown prince was playful when he was young, and he was often beaten on the palm of his hand.

The crown prince cried when he was beaten, and his majesty felt distressed when he cried. Zhou Taifu blew his beard and stared, and was so angry that he resigned from the post of Taifu.

Wei Yang looked at the little prince, neither walking nor hugging him.

The little prince wiped away his tears, pointed at Wei Yang, and then at himself.Your Majesty understands, and from then on, the newly appointed No. [-] Scholar has become the Prince and Taifu.

As the only son of His Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is very precious, but also very delicate.

Headaches from reading too much, hand pain from writing too much, crying even when no one is around at night.

The little prince clings to him, and His Majesty specially authorized the Taifu to live in the palace. In those few years, he really was the Taifu during the day and a guard at night. Fortunately, although His Majesty is lazy, he is very cute and cute, with dark eyes and soft eyes. Softly call him Taifu.

You will call him when you make a mistake, you will call him if you don’t move, you will call him when you have a nightmare, and you will curl up in the quilt when you want to sleep in bed in the morning, with a delicate voice, "Teacher... let Shu'er sleep for a while... "

After a long time, he inevitably developed some thoughts that he shouldn't have.

He didn't dare, and he couldn't let anyone know, he could only restrain himself.When His Majesty grows up a bit, he will live in the side hall of the East Palace.

It was also in that year that the Pei family rebelled and their entire family was executed. Pei Yuan entered the palace and changed his name to Pei Que.

The emperor's grace was exhausted in one day, and the proud son of heaven was trampled into the mud.

Going around for another ten years, the late emperor died, the crown prince came to the throne, the little eunuch in the inner palace became a powerful minister, and I...

Wei Yang twirled the cup, looking at his spinning face in the cup...

And myself, turned out to be like this...