Your Majesty doesn't know

Just after a light rain, the raindrops fell down the eaves and made a shallow pit on the ground.

Outside Konoha Zhai, surrounded by green leaves, the snow-like pear blossoms are as delicate and charming as a tearful beauty. A few magpies croaked on the branches, but they were suddenly startled by a loud shout, and the branches shook slightly and fell off. A few drops of rain and dew.

"Deadwood!"

A middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt glared at the two boys in front of him, his chest heaving with anger, he slammed the scroll in his hand on the table, pointed at his useless student and shouted: "Ten times!" ! Each of you copy it ten times for me!"

One of the boys was dressed in a light-colored green shirt, like the fluffy spring grass after the rain. This boy was born thin and small, with round eyes, like a frightened little animal.

Seeing that the teacher got angry, he lowered his head timidly, twisting his clothes unconsciously with both hands, and his eyes were a little frustrated.After hearing that he was going to copy the book, his eyes were a little happy, and the soft childish voice said respectfully: "Yes, teacher."

"Hmm..." Seeing his obedient appearance, the middle-aged man felt a little calmer. He habitually raised his hand to stroke his beard, but was pricked by the stubble. Looking at another boy who was standing still, he asked in a deep voice, "Zichen, what about you?"

That boy was dressed in bright brocade clothes, but he had red lips and white teeth. He was very beautiful, but his body was slumped and his head was tilted, with a bored look on his face. He was really not a pleasant person.

This is nine-year-old He Zichen.

Listening to the teacher's "chanting", He Zichen's eyes were watching which bird was fatter outside the window, and he didn't take this anger to heart at all. When he heard the question, he rolled his eyes at the pear blossom outside the window , but he sighed slightly in his heart.

These grown-ups are really annoying, He Zichen thought, if you lose your temper, I'll go my own way and not interfere with each other, isn't it good?

But I still think it's lonely when I speak alone, so I have to answer a few times, what a vain and arrogant guy.

That's all, that's all, who called him a teacher?

He Zichen thought rather vicissitudes, although he didn't learn anything from this teacher, and he really didn't bother to talk to him, but for the sake of the ruler and the pointer, he had to cheer up and perfunctory.

"Okay," He Zichen yawned, still tilting his head, squinting his eyes at the middle-aged man, his eyes looked a bit disdainful through the bangs on his forehead, he curled his lips, his voice was clear and annoying, "Ten times, ten times. Is it okay to listen to you?"

"You! Ha, good you He Zichen! You are becoming more and more disrespectful!" The middle-aged man trembled with anger, picked up the ruler in one hand, and made a gesture to greet him, and said in his mouth, "Do you know your mistake?"

He Zichen glanced at the ruler, not afraid, opened a pair of bright eyes wide, looking quite innocent, he said: "I listen to you for everything, is it wrong?"

The boy in Tsing Yi next to him secretly reached out and tugged at his sleeves, signaling him to be subdued quickly.

"Ziyang, don't pull me!" He Zichen pulled back his sleeve, not taking his brother's kind reminder seriously.

He raised his head and looked directly at his teacher, and said plausibly: "Zichen is clearly looking at the teacher with both eyes, how can he say that he has no respect for his elders?" The teacher is so unreasonable. If the teacher wants to embarrass Zichen, just say it. Yes, as a student, Zichen would dare to disobey, but the teacher insists on slandering Zichen like this, it's really out of style. It's not Zichen's fault if you ask your father to judge."

The middle-aged man was speechless by his outspoken nonsense, and finally threw the ruler, sighed "It's really mud that can't support the wall!", and walked away.

He Zichen slandered: The dung can support the wall, but you should support one.

He chased to the door, confirmed that the annoying guy was gone, couldn't help cheering, ran back happily, and said with excitement in his eyes: "Ziyang, Ziyang! Let's go catch birds!"

He Ziyang sat in front of the desk in an orderly manner, holding a pen in his hand, and copied it upright on the white paper, chanting words while writing. Seeing He Zichen running back, he raised his head and asked for advice: "Chenchen, What does it mean?"

He Zichen puffed up his cheeks and said impatiently: "How many times have I told you, don't call me Chenchen!"

"I'm sorry, I forgot." He Ziyang didn't mind his attitude, he smiled apologetically, a small dimple appeared on his left cheek, and asked again, "Then, Zichen, what does this sentence mean?"

He Zichen glanced at him, talked to him briefly, and said, "Ziyang, let's go catch birds."

"I won't go." He Ziyang shook his head and persuaded, "If you like it, just watch it, why bother to catch it?"

"Ziyang, what you say is so strange!" He Zichen looked at him inexplicably, and then said, "Of course I like it, I will catch it. What's the point of just looking at it? Just like you like to eat mixed porridge, don't you just look at it?" Can you be full?"

He Ziyang put down his pen, looked at him earnestly and said, "Think about it, do you like birds in cages, or birds flying freely in the sky?"

"Hmm..." He Zichen really thought about it with his chin in his hands, and said honestly, "I still like the birds on the plate the most, preferably spicy ones."

"..." He Ziyang was stunned for a moment, then silently picked up the pen and continued to copy the book.

He Zichen was hurt by his brother's indifference, he snorted heavily, turned his head and walked out, walked to the door and stood there for a while, then turned around and said pitifully: "Then we won't catch birds anymore, how about we go fly a kite? "

He Ziyang didn't raise his head, and refused directly: "No."

"Then go to the Yumajian? I heard that there is a new pony over there." He Zichen still didn't give up.

"Zichen, we still have to copy books," He Ziyang raised his head, and coaxed him in a friendly voice, "Let's copy first, and after copying, I will accompany you whatever you want, okay?"

"What are you copying, what is there to copy? I'm so bored...Brother~"

He Zichen was so bored that he was itching all over his body, so he simply lied on the table in front of He Ziyang, puffed out his cheeks, raised a pair of beautiful eyes to look at He Ziyang, and called "Brother" in a soft and waxy tone: "Brother , play with me for a while, just play for a while, okay?"

He Ziyang stretched out his finger and poked his bulging cheek, and poked it again, feeling very moved, and then rejected him.

He Zichen was not happy anymore. In the past, as long as he called Brother Ziyang in such a tone, Ziyang would agree to any request.Although Ziyang was a good boy, he was abducted by him and skipped several classes. He didn't understand why Ziyang was so determined this time.

"Why?" Thinking about it, he asked.

He Ziyang thought to himself that he must not mess around with Chenchen anymore, otherwise his mother would feel that Chenchen had spoiled him. In fact, the mother didn't care how naughty Chenchen was, even if he couldn't bear it, he would be led astray.

The queen mother never punishes herself, she only punishes Chenchen in different ways. Chenchen is young and doesn't have a long memory. As an elder brother, he can't implicate his younger brother and be punished because he has no opinion.

Of course, He Ziyang would not tell these things to his younger brother, but said solemnly: "The teacher is already very angry. If he finds out that we didn't even copy the books properly and ran out to play, the teacher will be even more angry."

"Old teacher, that nasty old chamber pot!" He Zichen was annoyed by that teacher, and complained, "I keep a straight face all day long, as if my father didn't fix him up, at first he beat his palms at every turn, but now it's even worse, directly It has been changed to copying books!"

The teacher of the two is named Yehu.

Ye Luohu's heart trembled slightly, but He Zichen said such a poetic name, "The chamber pot? Isn't that the thing used for peeing at night? How could someone call it such a name? It's better to call it a rice bowl or a manger." Alright!" It was completely ruined.

Fortunately, He Zichen didn't say that in person, otherwise the old grievances would not disappear and new ones would be added.

Yehu sneezed for no reason while walking on the road. He rubbed his nose and felt a headache when he thought of the two little ancestors of Muyezhai.

In fact, when His Majesty asked him to teach the two young princes, he felt very honored, so he readily agreed.

At the beginning, he really liked these two students, one was well-behaved and the other was clever. Although both had their shortcomings, he always believed that children could be taught.

A few months later, Ye Hu felt that he was so inexperienced and naive, he had never taught such a troublesome student!

Ye Hu touched his conscience and said, the eldest son He Ziyang is really a good boy who is hardworking and studious. Every time he sees his serious appearance, he really feels so cute, but he can teach a question many times but can't teach it. I can do it again.

As for any homework that requires a bit of thinking, teaching the eldest son alone requires enough energy for him to teach ten people, and Ye Hu feels that his life is about to be shortened.

However, He Ziyang also has good points, that is, he does well in places that don't use his brain.

Although the speed of endorsement was more than 01:30 slower than that of his younger brother He Zichen, but hard work can make up for it, and it was able to finish on schedule.

The best thing to do is to write, one stroke at a time, writing neatly, after a long time, it can almost be exactly the same as Lintie's handwriting, but it always looks too rigid, and He Zichen's scrambled "crazy grass" looks worse than He has aura.

Ye Hu also had to admit at this time that sometimes, hard work can't make up for one's weakness, especially compared to that talented little son, the eldest son can really be regarded as "stupid".

But that little boy is even more troublesome, all his cleverness doesn't need to be on the right path, he pretends to be good on the surface, but in fact he has a stubborn temper. Ye Hu panicked when he thought of it, so he came to teach them on the seventh day, and He Zichen took advantage of it. He fell asleep, took a pair of scissors and secretly cut off a beautiful beard that had accompanied him for many years.

He was hit hard and was about to leave immediately, but it was the monarch He Chongming who tried to persuade him to stay.

Ye Hu often sighed secretly in his heart, how could the same bloodline give birth to two such different people?It would be nice if the temperament and intelligence of these two children were balanced a little bit.

Afterwards, Ye Hu became a little emotional, and kept showing no pretense to He Zichen, and he was not even that patient with the eldest son, and would serve him with a ruler if he disagreed with him.

He Zichen was also very stubborn, his palms were tense, no matter how much he beat him, he gritted his teeth and refused to beg for mercy. He didn't put away the ruler until he couldn't bear the beating himself.

What happened?

For half a month in a row, He Zichen used "Teacher, my hand was injured" as an excuse to reject all the homework assigned by him, and then deftly shot birds with a slingshot. He didn't feel guilty when he hit him, and took the initiative Greet him with a smile...

He Zichen's attitude towards him has always seemed to be respectful, but in fact he was perfunctory, until something happened, he was not even happy to be perfunctory.

That time, two students made mistakes at the same time, so he took the ruler and greeted them one by one.He Zichen was rough-skinned and thick-skinned. While being beaten, he comforted He Ziyang who was watching tearfully.

"It doesn't hurt! Really, it's like scratching an itch!"

He Zichen wanted to laugh, but he grinned his teeth in pain, so he simply used this expression to make a face at He Ziyang, and said, "Oh, why are you crying? It's not you who hit you, and you don't hurt."

He Ziyang tried his best to hold back the tears, and finally couldn't help but shed them when he heard his brother's words. He choked up and said, "But... Chenchen, you hurt."

Ye Hu looked at the two of them feeling sorry for each other with cold eyes, and said in his heart: Don't worry, it will be your turn to be hurt soon.

After beating He Zichen, he sternly faced the tearful He Ziyang, and said coldly, "Stretch out your hand."

He Ziyang flinched subconsciously, looked at his younger brother a few more times, gritted his teeth, and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Ye Hu held up the ruler and was about to slap his palm, when a roar suddenly burst out from the side: "Don't beat Ziyang!!"

Before he finished speaking, He Zichen bumped into him head-on, until he sat on the ground.

He Zichen pointed at him with his swollen fingers, and warned, "You can hit me, but you can't hit Ziyang!"

For the first time, Yehu looked up at this child who was less than ten years old, and there was a bit of hostility on that always laughing face. Such a lazy child, at this moment, had a terrifying aura.

Later, Yehu found out that the eldest son was born with deficiencies, he was weak since he was a child, and his sense of pain was a bit more sensitive than ordinary people. Although he was one year older than the young master, he didn't seem to be as strong as the young master.

The little son has a stubborn temper and loves to tease others, but he loves this frail elder brother like a younger brother.

Although Ye Hu hated these two students, he also admired the brotherhood they maintained for each other. After that, he seldom beat them with a ruler, and the method of punishment became copying books.

Then he unexpectedly discovered that copying books was more troublesome for the young master than hitting the palm of his hand, which made Yehu very happy.