The monk who is going to cross me is bent

Zhuang Yan's accountability made Director Liang realize one thing immediately - the young master was actually very dissatisfied with his arrangement.

He hastened to promise that he would not dare to assert himself anymore, Zhuang Yancai nodded and went back to the house.

Wrapped in that ill-fitting clothes, Xiao Chi stood at the corner door outside Zhuang Yan's courtyard, listening to the sound of Zhuang Yan's closing the door, which spread in the courtyard.

At this time, all the panic, clumsiness and innocence on his face disappeared, and there was no warmth in his eyes. His expression looked completely different from the shy 15-year-old boy just now.

He came out of the shadows and looked back at Zhuang Yan's yard indifferently.

The lights in the courtyard were still on, and he knew that the people inside were reading at night.

That is Zhuang Hou's only son, Zhuang Yan.

Marquis Zhuang has countless concubines, but few heirs. There is only this son who is connected by blood. Because of this, no one has ever questioned Zhuang Yan's status as heir.

Just like after Zhuanghou destroyed the Luo'e country, no one dared to doubt that he was the only powerful prince in Jiangbei. These are obvious facts.

Not far away, the night watchman came over, Xiaochi stared blankly at the book in his arms, and dodged and hid in his residence.

This yard is next to Zhuang Yan's yard, and the furnishings in the house are brand new and unfamiliar, but compared to the wind, food and sleep that came all the way from the captives, this is already a world of difference.

Xiaochi stood in a daze for a moment in the dark room before regaining his senses.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, no matter what stories happen in this land, it will only rise and set as usual.

Life is good and bad, you have to live, and you will not stop because of anyone.

Xiaochi took a deep breath and calmed down.

Time waits for no one, and he cannot waste it now.

He lit a candle, took out the book in his arms, read it carefully word by word, took another set of paper and pen, and wrote down the words he was not very familiar with crookedly.

The next morning.

Just after Maoshi, before dawn, Zhuang Yan got up.

Unlike other princes of aristocratic families, Zhuang Yan often had to live in the military camp, and he did many things by himself. As time passed, he was not used to other people serving and dressing.

While waiting for breakfast, Director Liang reported: "Master, last night, he sent people to investigate the life experience of Xiaochi in the courtyard, interrogated the Luo'e people brought back by Master Hou, and went to the Luo'e captives in the army to obtain evidence. "

"Learning Chinese characters in Chinese books was originally a trend brought about by the royal family of Luo'e. Two years ago, the king of Luo'e decided to let his son, along with the children of the right age from the noble family of Luo'e, hire a Han teacher to learn Chinese characters."

While listening to Lao Liang's report, Zhuang Yan processed the Zhuang Mansion's letter and newspaper, and said casually, "I've only been studying for a year or two. No wonder reading and writing are still at a very basic stage."

He instinctively felt that something was wrong, put down the newspaper in his hand, raised his eyes and said, "...Wait, how old is the Prince Luo E you just mentioned?"

"Probably about the same age as Xiaochi." In just one night, Lao Liang sent someone to investigate. "The Xiaochi brought back by the young master is probably the son of the former Luo'e State Navy Commander. The wife of the Navy Commander It is true that they had intersected with his wife more than 20 years ago. When she was not married to Lord Hou, she went to Luo'e for a medical tour and cured a woman's fever."

"The son of the commander of the water army once studied Hanshu with Prince Luo E in the palace. According to the clues, Xiaochi has been the prince's accompanying reader, so he has this opportunity to learn Hanshu and Chinese characters."

Zhuang Yan's expression was solemn: "Luo'e is an island country in the middle of the river, and it is very good at water ship warfare. We don't know how to fight on water, and most of the soldiers in the north are cavalry. Originally, Luo'e could not do anything for more than ten years..."

"But I didn't expect that in the earthquake a few years ago, all the islands in the river were submerged in the river, and there was not a single piece of land in the Luo'e country. After leading the remnants to land in the north of the river, he was no longer a prince."

"This navy commander, I have studied his tactical style a few years ago. He is very powerful in water warfare. I once told my father that we would not be able to attack Luo'ejiang Island if he was there...but he Not good at land warfare, not to mention that after the earthquake, the islands in the Luo'e River sank into the river, and the civilians and soldiers were too damaged to be an enemy."

Zhuang Yan analyzed objectively: "In this case, it is inevitable to lose to my father, and God will kill him."

But Zhuang Yan still frowned: "It's just that after my father broke through Luo'e, the king of Luo'e would rather die than surrender. He took the queen and his two sons and daughters to rape in the palace. The fire burned for a day. After the fire was extinguished, he sent people in. An inventory of the wreckage...confirms that the royal family of Roe has since died."

He hesitated to speak, and finally sighed: "The winner and the loser have been like this since ancient times... Sigh, forget it."

It was obvious that his father was the one who won the victory, but Zhuang Yan didn't see the slightest joy in his eyes. He re-processed the letter with a solemn expression, and it didn't take long before he finished the matter at hand.

Director Liang saw that the young master was in a bad mood, and he wanted to find some interesting things to explain, so he smiled and said, "I went to check Xiaochi's life experience yesterday, and found an interesting thing. Excellent. But his son was born by the river, but he can't swim since he was a child, and the father is too embarrassed to let him come out to meet people."

"In order to force his son to learn how to swim, the commander of the navy once pushed his son into the river and forced him to save himself. But when the child's mother arrived, she kicked her husband into the river on the spot, and then went into the water to fish her son out. , took his son back to his mother’s house, and made a lot of trouble, but because of his wife’s prestige, his son still didn’t learn how to swim, and he was a famous landlubber on Luo’e Island back then.”

Zhuang Yan was stunned, and substituted Xiaochi into the story. His heart warmed, and he smiled slightly: "I didn't expect that he was born by the river, and he can't know how to water."

Just thinking about Xiaochi, he saw him enter the yard from a distance, and Zhuang Yan called him over.

Director Liang, who was cleaned up by Zhuang Yan last night because of Xiaochi, had his clothes thrown out overnight. He guessed what the young master meant, and he used all high-quality fabrics. A young man with outstanding temperament.

Director Liang praised in his heart, this appearance is really good, no wonder the young master loves him.

Zhuang Yan had already restrained his expression just now, and he greeted with a relaxed expression, "Can we have dinner?"

Xiaochi lowered his head and replied, "It's been used."

Seeing his cautious appearance without saying a word, Zhuang Yan wanted to tease him, so he continued to ask: "What are you eating? Are you used to it?"

"Congee, steamed buns and pickled vegetables...Although it's different from what I eat on Roe Island, this is the best breakfast I've had this month."

Zhuang Yan was quiet for a moment, and called people to his side: "Is this all right? How did you... get here all the way?"

Seeing Xiaochi bowed his head for a long time without answering, Zhuang Yan felt more pity in his heart, and changed the subject, "How was your rest last night?"

Xiaochi replied obediently: "Very good."

Zhuang Yan laughed: "You little liar, I woke up at Yinshi and saw that the light in your room was on and you didn't sleep last night, what were you doing so late?"

After hesitating for a moment, Xiaochi told the truth, "I have finished reading the three books that the young master gave me last night."

Zhuang Yan was a little surprised: "You didn't sleep all night, and you read all three books?"

The kitchen brought the breakfast, and the servant spread out the table, but Zhuang Yan became interested, "If you work so hard, then I will test you."

Xiaochi said shyly, "Young master, there are some words... I don't understand."

Yu Diao's face was blushing with shyness. This appearance was so cute that Zhuang Yan couldn't help but patted his head.

He remembered that the young man in front of him might not even know all the Chinese characters, so he said with a soft smile, "Which characters do you not know? I will go to my husband's home for class in a while, and I can explain it to you while I have breakfast."

After Xiaochi heard it, he ran to his own yard and took out the unintelligible words written on the paper last night.

Seeing Xiao Chi run into the yard again, Zhuang Yan swallowed the breakfast in his mouth whole, and asked someone to remove the unfinished breakfast.

Seeing that the young master had already taught Xiaochi calligraphy, Director Liang hesitated to speak.

Because of the young master's unusual attitude, he also found out by the way last night, what kind of identity did Xiaochi enter the mansion.

The young master was really reckless this time, he always keeps himself clean and stays away from things in the backyard of the Zhuang mansion, but this time he committed a foolishness and openly robbed Lord Hou's people back to the courtyard.

This matter has been discussed in the mansion for a long time, and now Master Hou is still leading his troops out and has not returned, it will take some days before he can return to the mansion, but when Lord Hou finds out, it is not known whether he will blame the young master.

What's more, looking at it now, the young master really cares too much about this orphan of a subjugated courtier.

Lao Liang was loyal to Zhuang Yan, and now he thought about this incident in his mind, and his face showed worry, but he still believed in the young master's decision and said nothing.

Zhuang Yan's schedule is very busy. As the young master of the Marquis Mansion, he is in charge of leading the troops to guard the main camp at the rear and the core affairs of the Marquis Mansion when Zhuang Hou dispatches troops.

Today he got up early and went to find a famous Confucian in Jiangbei to give him a two-hour lecture. Yan teaches alone.

Xiaochi stood outside the door and listened carefully, but found that whenever famous Confucianists quoted scriptures, he... couldn't understand them at all.

After class, Zhuang Yan hurried to the barracks, and didn't send someone back home to deliver the letter until dusk. He would rest in the barracks tonight.

In this way, Xiaochi only needs to spend two hours with Zhuang Yan in a day, and he will send someone back to Zhuang's mansion.Such a leisurely job, without even thinking about it, is Zhuang Yan's special care.

Zhuang Yan is a good host.

But there is always an inextricable melancholy between Xiaochi's brows, locking all the colors of joy.

After returning to Zhuang Yan's courtyard, he walked to the study, but saw the young master's study was guarded by guards with swords.

He was stopped by the guards, and Director Liang came over after hearing the sound, "Xiaochi, what are you doing?"

Xiao Chi said timidly: "I want to return the book I borrowed from the young master... The young master sent me back and asked me to take a set of "Rong Zhai Essays" to read first."

Old Liang sized him up nonchalantly, but his attitude was still gentle: "The young master is not here, no one is allowed to enter or leave his study. But since the young master ordered you to read, I will send someone out of the house and buy you a set of " Rong Zhai's Essays."

Xiaochi thanked him meekly, and walked back to his yard.

But he was standing at the corner door connected to the young master's yard, but he looked back at the study in the side room of Zhuang Yan's yard and narrowed his eyes.

Zian only felt that he was floating in the air, and he had a panoramic view of this scene where he couldn't tell whether it was real or a dream.

Looking at Xiaochi at this time, he smiled: "You look in such a way that you are sure that one day in the future, you will be able to enter his study alone?"

This question made him suddenly leave and return to the human world from the perspective of a bystander.

Before waking up, the first ray of dawn fell from the sky, dispersing all the hazy illusions and dreams.

Zian opened his eyes in confusion.

Before he had time to sort out this empathetic real dream, he heard the sound of footsteps that were close at hand.

Tap, tap.

With one sound, chasing souls and killing lives.

Soon the footsteps stopped.

Zian realized the danger, and immediately dodged to the right. He moved so violently that the wound re-opened and blood oozed out.

At the same moment, a long spear pierced against the rock on the left, making a piercing friction sound. The point of the spear pointed at the place where the monk just hid.

Zi'an rubbed his body out from the gap in the mountain, and the Azure Dragon Envoy followed closely with a spear in his hand, and his high ponytail swung in an arc in the air.

Qinglong pointed his spear at the monk in front of him, and spat loudly: "The obscene monk! Where are you going?"

Zi'an: "...?"

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Xiaochi: Don’t be afraid if you don’t study well, I have a young master who will help me with tutoring╭(╯^╰)╮