The Shadow Guard Chengdi

Emperor Ming's childhood was not happy, his grandfather placed them father and son in a desolate place hundreds of thousands of miles away from Beijing.So the old prince's favorite thing to do is to close the door and get drunk, and then scold his brother the dog emperor to his heart's content, not afraid that the bastard will hear it.Sober up, he thought of ways to torment Emperor Ming.As long as the prince in the palace knows it, Emperor Ming will know it, and he will be better than him in everything.

The old prince and the old emperor, the brothers, happened to have one weapon and one article. When they competed for the crown prince, the old prince made great achievements in the Jin Dynasty. His elegant and restrained younger brother.On the one hand, the old prince scolded Lao Tzu for being biased, on the other hand, he secretly hated himself for having suffered from culture.His father likes literature but not martial arts, and always feels that his younger brother is the one who gets his essence the most.

In a fit of rage, the old prince rushed into the palace and pointed at the late emperor's nose and asked, "Are you getting old and confused!?"

His father did such a stupid thing, Emperor Ming had no choice but to sigh to his followers: "Go and pack your luggage, we have to leave Beijing."

Sure enough, the first emperor angrily scolded the old prince for being treasonous. Originally, he wanted to seal him a rich place to retire, but now it seems that it is not necessary.

From the capital to the fiefdom, the old prince scolded all the way, and the swear words were not heavy.

When he was drunk, the old prince kept repeating: "How am I worse than him!? How am I not as good as him!?" The old prince spent his entire life trying to understand this question, so he never swallowed that breath.

To prevent outsiders from watching his father make jokes, when the old prince is drinking, Emperor Ming dismisses his servants to serve him personally.He can understand the problems that his father can't understand.

"What's worse? Blessing is not as good as it is. You can't be envious of this, and you can't be dissatisfied."

At that time, all the ills had not yet surfaced, and they were all lurking and quietly corroding the foundation.Life is so lazy, and any great ambitions will disappear as soon as the wind blows.Emperor Ming felt that this was also very good, everyone could stay where they wanted to live peacefully.

Although the 24 guards were born to protect him, Emperor Ming didn't think anyone cared about his life.Did he get in anyone's way?Eat, sleep, sleep and eat enough every day, the person who wants to kill him is afraid that he is already dying of suspicion.

At night, he was awakened by the sound of fighting outside the house, sat up from the bed, did not dare to open the door rashly, only opened a gap in the window.

Just in time to witness Qi chop off a person's head.

There was so much blood in the human body, and the blood flying out of the neck was like a shapeless hand trying to grab the head that was separated from the body.It's a pity that it couldn't catch it, and the head gurgled and rolled into the depths of the grass, so the mutilated body had to fall to the ground decadently.

Qi stretched out his arms and shook, shaking off the blood winding on the blade.

Severing a neck with a knife is like picking flowers casually.

Emperor Ming took a step back, the sticky smell of blood squeezed into the room from the open window, and blood beads seemed to be quietly escaping from his mouth and nose.

At first, Emperor Ming was afraid of these 24 people, and their lives were as light as paper under the knife.

Later, Emperor Ming came back to his senses and felt that the 24 guards were of great significance to him.Their existence reminds him all the time that life is not peaceful, and no one can truly live aloof from the world.Although it made him see death and killing, it also protected him through the first and most difficult youthful years.

They were the first to come to him, before anyone, when he had nothing.

In fact, relax and get along with each other, the 24th guard is still very cute.

For example, Lao Jiu, when it was her turn to be on duty, she always hid quietly, and asked her not to agree to pretend that no one was there.Then, when you open your eyes in the morning, you will see a woman's head hanging upside down in front of her eyes, her black hair covering the sky and falling down, her tongue outstretched and her eyes rolled.Emperor Ming was so frightened that he fell off the bed, Lao Jiu hung upside down on the beam and laughed.

Later, Emperor Ming wisely turned over first, lay face down on the bed, and then opened his eyes.

Lao Jiu clicked his lips and said: "Master has become smarter, it's not as fun as it used to be!"

... Your master's wit is all forced out of you.

For example, he asked Little Twenty in private if you were usually bored when you were on duty, staying on the beam all night without sleeping.

"No, it's very interesting."

"It's okay, just tell me the truth if you're bored, and I'll help you find a way."

Little Twenty waved his hand, and said, "Master, don't worry, we usually hang tags on the beams..."

"Take a hang tag!?"

"That's right, otherwise why do four people take turns overnight?"

"Isn't it for protecting me everywhere!?" Emperor Ming's feelings were deceived, and he said, "So it's for collecting a table of tags!?"

Knowing the ruthless truth, Emperor Ming tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep.In the past, there was someone silently guarding him in the dark, and he would soon be able to sleep peacefully.Now, he always felt that someone was playing the hang card, and could hear the sound of the cards falling on the beam.

Di turned over and sat up, rubbed his head, and said, "Well, come out for a while and play the horse hanging with me."

The 24 guards on duty: "..."

Emperor Ming, like his old man, was good at martial arts but not good at literature, so the old prince wanted to make up for his cultural losses on his son, forcing Ming Emperor to practice calligraphy and painting.In Emperor Ming's view, it doesn't matter if the characters are ugly, as long as others can understand them.As for painting, it doesn't matter if it's simple, the important thing is to be vivid.According to the requirements he set for himself, he would never be able to pass the test of the master.

But it doesn't matter, he has 24 guards.Old Jiushan Danqing, old Liushan calligraphy.

In the study room, Lao Jiu had blue veins on his forehead, and Lao Liu became much more obedient, and he could write as many copybooks as Emperor Ming asked him to.After finishing writing, she held the copybook and softly asked the master if it was enough, and if it was not enough, he would write more.

Emperor Ming walked the birds in the corridor, eating melon seeds while walking, passed by the study, and glanced at the sixth and ninth children who were helping him with his homework from the window, feeling that the 24th guard is really a treasure.

They can't be missing anywhere, the master's caring little padded jacket.

Later, with Mr. Jiang, all the tricks of Emperor Ming were useless.Mr. Jiang is really tired of transcribing documents for the lord every day, reading Emperor Ming's handwriting is really hurting the eyes.For the honor of the lord, and to lighten his own burden, Mr. Jiang would spare an hour no matter how busy he was, move a stool to sit at Emperor Ming's desk, and personally supervise the lord to practice twenty big characters.

If the writing is not good, you have to beat your palms.

The majestic Prince of Jin, the overlord of one party, closed his door and was beaten on the palm by his own counselor every day.

On the days when he was not on duty or on missions, Lao Jiu would walk the birds in the corridor, eat melon seeds while walking the birds, pass by the study, and take a look at Emperor Ming who was practicing calligraphy from the window.Spit out the skin of the melon seeds, and said: "Mr. Jiang, if you have time, please mention the master's Danqing skill."

When writing a love letter to Jiaoyang, the poems and songs that Emperor Ming learned were finally useful.He sculpts language, and uses language to sculpt his own mind.He felt that he had deeply grasped the essence and essence of the poem, and after reading it through, he couldn't believe that such a tactful and sentimental poem was written by himself.

Even Mr. Jiang praised the progress.Emperor Ming happily sent it to Jiaoyang.Looking forward to it day and night, I finally looked forward to the reply from the sun, and when I opened it, there was only one line of words.

'I don't understand, let's be straightforward. '

After carefully folding the reply letter, Emperor Ming said with emotion: "Jiao Yang and I are indeed people of the same path, and we are destined to suffer from culture in this life."

Speaking of the scorching sun, Emperor Ming was both happy and sad.That is a woman who is as free as the wind, she will stay somewhere, but as long as she wants, she can go anywhere.Etiquette and dogma can't trouble her, and ordinary rules and customs can't help her, but it is love that binds her.

As the empress, Jiao Yang had to dress up to attend the palace banquet in the year she ascended the throne.That day, Emperor Ming could not see the scorching sun early in the morning.Until Qi came to find Emperor Ming and took him to the side hall in the corner.

Scorching Yang hid in the side hall and quietly dressed, and put on the complicated palace attire she didn't like early on.Her cheeks were a little red, and the rouge was applied and wiped off, making her cheeks slightly red and swollen.The same is true for thrush, either the painting is thick or the two sides are asymmetrical, so I painted it again and again.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites often impeached Ming Emperor's empress, denouncing Jiaoyang for her rude behavior and unworthy of being the mother of a country.The ladies in the boudoir don't like to deal with the scorching sun, and they often gossip behind their backs, saying that the queen has a salty smell of the sea, which can be smelled from far away.They whispered while covering their mouths and noses with champagne.

It should be fortunate that they have never been to the beach, otherwise they would all faint.

Eleven persuaded Jiao Yang, saying: "Master, you are the queen, you can come here however you want, and you don't need to care about other people's eyes."

"I don't care." Jiao Yang frowned carefully, and said, "But husband and wife are one, I can't implicate him."

Emperor Ming's decency is the decency of Scorching Sun.She is not afraid of anyone's accusations and comments, but she can't make Emperor Ming lose face.

Jiao Yang had personally shattered the shackles one by one, and now, for Emperor Ming, he pieced together those shattered things and put them on his body again.

The emperor pushed open the door of the side hall, picked up the eyebrow pencil under the surprised eyes of the scorching sun, and drew it for her with his own hands.

The two of them tossed about in the side hall for several hours, and finally put on their makeup. The scorching sun looked at the bronze mirror, patted Emperor Ming, and said happily, "Okay! I can't see that you still have any real skills."

Emperor Ming smiled and did not answer.

In the evening, the emperor and empress joined hands in the palace banquet.

The makeup on Jiaoyang's face aroused the discussion of many female relatives.Why do you pretend to be so different on weekdays? Isn't it because you have to decorate yourself with rouge and gouache, which is no different from us.Why? She should put more face powder on it. Sitting here can still smell the sea salt.

After taking his seat, the emperor held the back's hand and said to the seats of the female relatives in the back row: "Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know how the makeup looks like this time? Please give me some pointers."

The discussion came to an abrupt end.

Even the officials and ministers in the front row couldn't help but look at each other.

Emperor thrushes are rare, let alone let the whole world know about them.

"Probably not good enough." Emperor Ming asked himself and answered, regardless of the guests present, "But it doesn't matter, I will practice more on the logistics, and the painting will get better and better."

As soon as the topic changed, Emperor Ming's gaze became sharper, and the majesty of the emperor and the killing spirit of the general suppressed heavily, forcing everyone to lower their heads slightly and listen to the holy will.

"I just want you to know. Jiaoyang is my wife. Everything about her, good or bad, is related to me, and only related to me."

The so-called sharing weal and woe, walking side by side, no one will be a little faster, and no one will be a step behind.

The author has something to say: Emperor Ming of Jin: I want the whole world to know that I contracted your eyebrows!

Jiaoyang: ...wash up and sleep.

Emperor Jinming: Oh.