Your Majesty doesn't know

This master of the National Teacher has a little too much control...

But what he said was barely reasonable, and He Zichen was not unreasonable, so he had no choice but to pick up the porridge and eat it with the plate of pickled radishes.I don't know if he was really hungry, but the simple porridge with pickled radish made him taste like a peerless delicacy.He carefully scraped the porridge bowl clean, even a little juice from the plate was carefully poured into his mouth, He Zichen smacked his lips with endless aftertaste.

He Zichen felt that this was the best thing he had ever eaten... although he didn't remember what he had eaten before.He wiped his mouth gracefully after receiving the handkerchief handed over by the palace man, and asked, "I often hear that 'National Master' you mentioned, is he male or female? Old or young? How does he look?"

"Return to Your Majesty, Master Guoshi is a young man, as for his appearance..." Zi Zhu's face was slightly flushed, "Master Guoshi is unparalleled in the world."

"Unrivaled in the world?" He Zichen clicked his tongue, after all, he had seen his own appearance, and he asked quite confidently, "How do you compare with him?"

Zizhu opened her eyes wide in surprise, as if wondering why he would ask such a question, she hesitated and said, "Your Majesty and His Majesty the National Teacher are two completely different styles, it's hard to tell which is better, each has its own merits."

She answered tactfully, but He Zichen could see clearly that in the eyes of this little palace lady, that master of the state teacher was probably a bit better than himself.He was not displeased. When he looked at himself in the mirror earlier, he felt that his appearance was already outstanding. If that person was better than himself, he would not know what a celestial figure he would be... He was faintly looking forward to it.

Well, he is so beautiful.

He Zichen murmured: "This beauty... I mean the national teacher, what's her name?"

"Return to Your Majesty..." Zizhu bit her lip, as if hesitating, finally mustered up her courage and said, "Master Guoshi has a noble status, and slaves dare not mention his name."

"..." He Zichen was in a complicated mood.

Why did the people from the national teacher dare to say He Zichen's name to his face, but his people didn't even have the courage to mention the name of the national teacher behind his back?Is this legendary beauty too powerful?

That's all, anyway, he doesn't know anything now, so let's get to know some basic information first.

"By the way, didn't you say that there is a book on the etiquette of kings, let me find it." He said.

"Yes." Zizhu replied, and then took out a booklet with black letters on a blue background from nowhere and handed it over.He Zichen finally took a look, and saw neatly written large characters on the pamphlet slightly bigger than a palm: Notes on the King's Daily Etiquette.

Flipping through the pages, He Zichen felt dizzy due to the densely packed small script. He barely read a few, then closed them unbearably, and threw them on the table.Zizhu hurriedly picked up the booklet, put it away like a treasure, looked at her master's depressed expression, and tentatively suggested: "If your majesty is bored, why don't you go to the study?"

another book...

He Zichen just wanted to refuse, but somehow he changed his mind and changed his mind. He nodded and said, "Alright, let's lead the way."

After following Zizhu to his personal study in Fuyue Palace, He Zichen waved his hand to signal her to leave first, and stood in the study by himself looking at this study which was similar to a utility room.

There is a couch on one side of the study, and several rows of bookshelves on the other side. Except for some books scattered in one row, some messy things are placed on the other shelves, such as broken strings. The qin, the strangely shaped stone with red color, the old and faded crane-shaped kite, etc., it looks like an emperor's study, it is simply a pile of rags collected by children.

Moving his eyes over these objects inch by inch, He Zichen's eyes glowed softly, and a strange tenderness grew in his heart.These seemingly tattered gadgets are like old friends he has forgotten, reunited with him in the long time, even if they can't tell their origins for a while, they still recognize them with almost instinctive emotions.

He Zichen stretched out his hand and rubbed it slowly on the red stone, and a strange yet familiar touch came from his fingertips, as if every line, every depression and protrusion had been walked thousands of times under his hands.

Standing in front of the bookshelf, he realized that there was an arrow on the grid next to the stone. It was so inconspicuous that he hadn't seen it before.He Zichen took the arrow out and looked at it, but he didn't find anything special, it was just an ordinary arrow with some uneven feathers at the end, as if someone had held it vigorously.When his finger touched the tip of the arrow, his heart throbbed, and the pain was fleeting.

After looking at these things one by one, He Zichen went to the bookshelf, took out a few books at random and flipped through them. Except for some ghosts and strange stories and local customs, most of them were about sword manuals and boxing manuals. They are all idle books.

In addition, there are several volumes of poems and a book of scriptures. Compared with all other books, the scriptures are cleaner, and they almost look like they have not been read. Presumably, such boring things as scriptures are really hard to read. It's weird on his bookshelf.

He Zichen took out a book of poems and flipped through them at random. They were all sentences expressing feelings, or hurting the spring and autumn.

Something flashed between the pages of the book, and He Zichen turned to that page, only to see a thin sheet neatly sandwiched inside.That thing looks like a leaf, light yellow, with clear veins, it really looks like a leaf, but its thickness as thin as a cicada's wing, translucent color, and extremely delicate touch are not like a leaf, but more like a leaf. petal.

He Zichen carefully picked up the thin slice that he didn't know what it was for the time being, put it on his nose and sniffed lightly, he could smell the faint fragrance of grass and trees, it seemed that it was indeed something like flowers and leaves.He glanced at the page of the book, and there were shallow leaf-shaped traces printed on it. On the pale yellow and misty white paper, he saw such a poem: Yiren is there, fallen leaves and Yiyi, sleeping and thinking, chariots and horses To the.

The continuous red thread, tied with green silk, is contracted with the son for a hundred years.

This is half of the song, and the other half is a little blurred by the yellow juice seeping from the flowers and leaves, and only the two sentences "I can't see the cunning boy" and "Jiaojiao Huanian" can be vaguely seen.

"The Yiren are over there, the fallen leaves Yiyi..." He Zichen sniffed the fragrance of grass and trees, and read this sentence softly, his heart moved, as if thinking something.

The sky is dark and the light rain does not stain the clothes.

The vegetation is deep, and the emerald green is eye-catching. There is a person wearing white clothes standing in the midst of the greenery. The slanting wind blows gently, and the clothes are fluttering. The half face of the person hidden in the flowing ink hair turns to look at him...

He Zichen raised his hand to touch his chest, as if to confirm whether the sudden heartbeat was an illusion.

It's a pity... He thought, it's a pity, he was almost able to see the appearance of that person clearly.

He didn't know who that person was, but he knew in his heart that that person must be a very important part of his lost memory.

Sleeping and thinking, the chariots and horses come, the red thread, the green silk, and the contract with the son, a hundred years...

He Zichen didn't know when he fell asleep and had a dream.He clearly knew that he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up from this dream.

In the dream, he was lying on the piano bed, and someone was sitting beside him, with hands outstretched from wide white sleeves, hanging casually and gracefully above him, those hands were white and slender, with well-defined joints, slightly smaller than the hands of ordinary adults Smaller, it should be the hand of a young man.

The fingers twitched on his body, and there was a sound of "Zheng".

This piano sound is different from ordinary piano sounds, it comes from him!He is a piano now!

He Zichen was shocked, but he seemed to be very calm when he was lying there, he even enjoyed the dexterous hands touching his body lightly and slowly, his mood was like the melody of a zither playing flying swallows around the beams.

Suddenly, "Bang!" kicked the door, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

A young man in brocade clothes rushed in, stood by his side, stretched out his hand to touch him, but did not hear the sound of the piano, the young man looked at him in disbelief, and then at his own fingers.

And He Zichen found it even more incredible, because the young man was clearly himself!He looks younger than what he looks like now, but he is right.This young man doesn't look like a fuel-efficient lamp at first sight, he looks like a playboy from top to bottom, inside and out.

"I really can't play the piano sound..." The young He Zichen frowned, rolled his eyes, reached out to grab the piano, and said confidently, "What kind of broken piano is this! Come on, I'll throw it away for you, and I will give you Zhang Geng another day." OK!"

Those hands stopped his movement before, and plucked the strings again in front of him, the sound of the piano poured out like flowing water, from slow to fast, faintly revealing a bit of complacency.The young He Zichen's face became a little ugly, and there was a hint of hostility in his arrogant eyebrows, and he slapped the piano with a slap, interrupting the playing.

He Zichen's heartbeat suddenly became disordered, and this slap was enough to torment him. Even though he is just a piano now and doesn't feel any pain, he still feels very uncomfortable.

This annoying brat, He Zichen said in his heart.

And the young He Zichen obviously didn't consider the feelings of a piano, he grabbed the strings and pulled it aside, full of arrogance, but still talking nonsense in his mouth: "Isn't this piano called 'Zeyin'? It really doesn't live up to its name!"

Before He Zichen could express his feeling of being pulled by the strings, he caught a glimpse of a cold light.

The boy He Zichen pulled out his sword vigorously, raised the sword and slashed at him. His appearance was really ferocious, but the boy still said convincingly, "The string is broken and the sound is perfect. What is the sound without the broken string? Let me do it." Good thing, I broke the string for you, and the sound!"

stop!don't want! !

He Zichen shouted in his heart, but he was just a zither at this moment, unable to dodge or shout out, he could only watch helplessly as the sharp sword with three inches of sword light struck towards him.