After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

He does not mean that.

Wei Yanshi paused for a moment, then said nonchalantly, "Xie Xuxing, a conservative and loyal emperor, actually wrote to me privately?"

The Black-robed Guards hung their heads in shame.

As early as in Yandu, their master had already had many grudges with this proud and upright prime minister.

In the court of Yandu, if there was anyone who submitted the most memorials to his master, it would definitely be the Prime Minister, who submitted more memorials than Censor Liu of the Censorate.

Climbing over the wall to skip school is one fold, being late before curfew is another fold, riding a horse in the street is another fold...

When the late emperor was still alive when he was a child, their master would debate with him based on the essays he learned today, asking why he only saw his occasional playfulness but not his daily hard work in school.

The man who was a first-rank official at a young age and dressed in purple court robes said lightly, "As a member of the royal family, the young prince should do everything well and make sure that no one can find any mistakes." This made their master so angry that he could not sleep day and night.

A sentence I always say is: Why should children of the royal family be like this? I would rather find a small way.

Having said that, every time the Prime Minister gave them a warning, their masters would stay quiet for ten days or half a month and study hard and practice martial arts.

It can be said that every move of their master was in the eyes of that upright and honest man. He knew whether he studied policy essays hard, got up early to practice martial arts, or slept until noon.

If he maintained a good habit, his master would take time out to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to show off. Of course, that man would just lower his eyes and look at his master indifferently.

If his master were to become lazy one day, what awaited him would either be a memorial from the previous emperor ordering him to be confined to his home, or a helpless smile from the current emperor.

This resulted in their master still being unfriendly to him even after he grew up, even though he understood right from wrong.

Wei Shiwu imitated his nonchalant manner and said, "Yes, Master, thank you Prime Minister for writing to you."

Wei Yanshi stroked the wolf's head lightly, a smile flashed across his eyes, but it was fleeting. He coughed slightly to cover up the laughter in his throat, and said slowly: "Fifteen, make a note of it for me."

"what?"

Wei Shiwu looked up in confusion, not understanding what his master meant.

"I miss you," Wei Yanshi snorted and laughed, "On the third day of the winter month in the sixth year of Chengning, Prime Minister Xie Xuxing sent a letter to King Huainan Wei Yanshi at midnight with bad intentions. Now King Huainan has made a note of it and will present it to his brother tomorrow to show his loyalty."

Wei Lin: "..."

Wei Shiwu: “…”

Other Mo Yiwei: "..."

Although they knew that their master and Prime Minister Xi Xie did not get along well and had often reported each other in the past few years, they did not expect that after four years, after their master had gone through a sea of ​​blood and corpses, this habit had not changed.

Wei Shiwu suppressed his complaints, frowned and said seriously: "Master, when the Prime Minister wrote this letter, the Emperor was also there."

"...Oh." Wei Yanshi cursed without changing his expression: "This cunning old fox."

Wei Shiwu replied silently: "Master, the Prime Minister guessed that you would scold him like this."

"..." Wei Yanshi was silent for a moment and then said, "What did he say?"

Wei Shiwu said: "He said you are a naive and simple little fox."

"..."

The thick blood color of the night seemed to fade away after being angered by the familiar tone of the old man from Yandu.

When leaving, the depressing atmosphere of the death and burial of relatives gradually dissipated, leaving only the longing.

I miss the times we played and gathered together as children, and the time I spent as a martial arts apprentice in Yandu.

Xie Xuxing's letter is like a carbon filament in the cold winter, emitting star-like fire and warming the hearts of passers-by in the dark night.

Wei Yanshi asked in a gentle voice: "How is my brother's illness? Did Prime Minister Xie mention it?"

Wei Shiwu said, "My Lord, the Prime Minister said that it is okay and asked you not to rush back to the capital. He said that the unrest in the South involves the capital, so it is not too late to resolve the South's affairs first and then return to the capital."

This is because they knew that he had encountered an assassination attempt on his way back to the capital, and they asked him to investigate thoroughly, even involving the Yandu court.

Although it had been speculated long ago, Xie Xuxing's letter was like a death warrant thrown during an execution, telling him openly that the situation in Yandu was also changing.

He must have the ability to stop the rebellion in the South before he can have the power to return to the capital and assist the king.

……

Feast capital.

In a dark room filled with the aroma of tea, a man sat at a table stirring tea. His left hand held up the wide sleeve of his right hand, and the cup lid gently brushed the tea leaves in the white jade cup along with the hot steam.

A man in black clothes was kneeling in front of the table. He raised his head slightly and called out, "Master..."

"Hmm?" The man gathered his sleeves and responded nonchalantly.

"Master," the black-clothed man was so frightened by his nasal voice that he dared not raise his head again, "The mission has failed."

The man didn't raise his eyes. He lifted the white jade cup and sniffed it lightly. He smiled faintly and said, "Wu Yi, this is good tea. Do you want to try it?"

Wu shuddered and said, "Master, this is not polite. I won't drink. Thank you, Master."

"bump--"

The lid of the cup was put down heavily, and the tea inside splashed onto the table. The man raised his hand and carefully pinched the water stains on his hand. He said in a calm tone: "A person who has been seriously ill for half a year, you can't even cure him, you really don't deserve to drink this cup of good tea."

"Master, spare my life."

The more softly he spoke, the more frightened he became. Wu Yi kowtowed vigorously and said, "Master, the King of Huainan is already very skilled, and the black-robed guards around him are all highly skilled in martial arts.

The people below hired hundreds of assassins to force him off the cliff, but who would have thought that he was so lucky that after recuperating for ten days, he was able to scout and hunt them down. "

"So," the man gently stroked the edge of the white jade cup, raised his eyes and looked at him calmly, "Are you too useless or are they too powerful? How about changing to Wu Yi?"

"Owner……"

Wu called out with a trembling voice. They had been changing positions many times, and now it was his turn. Only then did he realize how great the panic in his heart was when facing a man directly.

A simple glance or a few words can decide their life or death, and there is no room for sophistry.

It’s useless even if you have it. This is how the previous “Wu Yi” died.