Prison Dragon

The guards in this compartment all withdrew, and Yang You said with a straight face: "Niu'er, do you know your mistake?"

Niu'er said bluntly: "My lord, I'm not wrong, if he scolds me, can't I beat him?"

Yang You began to have a headache again. Niu'er's idea was very simple, that is, an eye for an eye, and revenge must be retaliated. To deal with this kind of person, it takes a long time to use etiquette and moral education. The only things they can understand are interests and coercive orders.

Yang You didn't explain anymore. Originally, Zhuo Xinhong also intended to provoke him, so he just taught him: "You can't order anything just because you are a firecracker! If someone scolds you, you can fight back. If you can't fight What? There are other ways to solve the problem besides fists."

Niu'er bowed his head in thought, and finally began to think about it for a while. He said, "I only know fists."

He looked puzzled.

As long as he is willing to reflect, it is the first step, and the rest can be taught slowly.Yang You was not in a hurry, he just said: "Think about things, don't act immediately, the most important thing to be a human being is to learn the word forbearance."

Niu Er nodded obediently.

Yang You made another rule: "From now on in the palace, you are not allowed to do anything without my permission."

Niu'er pursed his mouth aggrievedly, Yang You slapped down the table, and his voice became louder, "Did you hear that?"

Niu'er reluctantly agreed.

Yang You pressed him first, and then said: "Do you feel aggrieved in the palace?"

Niu Er nodded desperately in agreement.

"It seems that you are not the material to study at ease," Yang You scolded with a smile, Niu Er scratched his head and laughed, Yang You said, "Let Uncle Zhong clean up for you, and send you to practice martial arts tomorrow."

"Hey!" Niu'er happily kowtowed to Yang You, rubbing his hands and pretending to be shy, "My lord..."

Yang You knew that he had to use his brain again, so he smiled angrily and said, "Say something quickly!"

Niu Er responded, and said: "My lord, can I change my name? I won't be able to hold my head up because people will make fun of me wherever I go. I don't know a few big characters. My lord, please give me a name!"

Yang You planned to send him to train with a Forbidden Army instructor who usually had fun together. After thinking about it carefully, it is really not good to bear a bullish name. Yang You asked, "Do you still remember your parents' surnames?"

Niu'er shook his head, and he said seriously: "My lord, can't I have your surname?"

Ruifang was furious when she heard this, and pointed at Niu'er's nose and cursed: "You barbarian is too arrogant! The prince is the son of the dragon, and you, a barbarian, can take the surname casually?"

Niu'er blushed and quarreled with the other party: "Do you think I am willing to be named Yang? I follow the surname of the prince, whether he is named cattle, sheep or pigs and dogs? Besides, is there only one family in the world who can be named Yang?"

Ruifang stomped her feet and said, "My lord, look at him!"

Only now did Yang You truly understand that Niu'er is not an ordinary person.

He began to persuade the two of them not to quarrel, and to appease Ruifang, he asked Niu'er again, "Do you know that following my surname is tantamount to admitting that you are my general, and you will be prosperous in the future, and you will be damaged if something happens to me? You can't get away with it."

Niu'er's determination seemed to come easily, "I know, how majestic it is to be the prince's general, hehehe!"

Yang You took it for granted that he knew.

Since Niu'er is going to be named, it is natural to consider the meaning of his previous names.

Speaking of cows, Yang You thought of the ceremony of whipping spring in the south of the Yangtze River. At the beginning of spring or the beginning of the Spring Festival, soil cows were made, and the prefectures, counties and farmers whipped the cows to symbolize the beginning of spring plowing and to show auspiciousness. The meaning of whipping and discipline of cattle.

Whip the cow seems a bit bad, Yang Whip?

Sounds a little weird.

For Niu, spring is the time when he can farm and make contributions. Yang You said, "Since you want to have my surname, let's call you Yang Yuchun."

Niu Er read it twice, raised his head and asked, "My lord, what do you mean?"

Yang You explained, "I hope you have the opportunity to make contributions."

Niu Er excitedly said repeatedly: "Good! Good! Good!"

Ruifang brought a pen and paper, and Yang You wrote his new name on it, and handed it to him, "Write according to these words, and you will be Yang Yuchun from now on. Step back."

Yang Yuchun got a new name, and he wanted to let the whole world know that he held the paper written by Yang You like a treasure, and whenever he met someone in the mansion, he would go up to him and announce that he had a new name.

The maids looked at him and joked, "This barbarian is really fun!"

Yang Yuchun returned to the hut where Uncle Zhong lived with him, and told Uncle Zhong that he not only had a name, but also that the prince would send him to practice martial arts.Uncle Zhong planned to go to the manager to get some clothes for him, and he had to go outside to order a decent one.

Uncle Zhong sighed: "Yuchun, you must be loyal to the prince in the future. I am also a homeless person. I used to pick up junk in the market. It was the prince who saw me pitiful and asked me to work in the mansion. It's a pity that I'm old and can't do things for the prince, you have to listen to the prince's words."

Yang Yuchun carefully placed the paper on the table. Sometimes the prince would come over to teach him to recognize two characters. He still had some pens and paper left in his room. He held the brush crookedly and began to copy his name on the waste paper.

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Yang You thought that he would go to redeem someone at night, so he asked Ruifang to prepare the bank notes. He was afraid that Ruifang would know that he was going to the brothel, so he only said that an official owed gambling debts and asked him to help.

Although Ruifang didn't like it, but thinking that Yang You wanted to develop contacts, she readily gave the money.

In the afternoon, several officials from the Ministry of Rites came to visit the palace. Yang You invited them to drink tea. Yang You should be more careful about the arrogance of the courtiers and the royal family.

Isn't it aimed at him and Yang Shizong Ma Yujie to investigate the trespassing behavior at this juncture?

It seems that this is Yang Ren's first move against Yang Shi.

Generally speaking, for this kind of arrogance in etiquette, the punishment can be large or small, and generally it will not hurt life.

Yang You took a vacant position in Taichang Temple, and the prince's rank is also the lowest, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

But the military power in the hands of the Fourth Prince Yang Shi... that may not be easy to say.

Yang You sent several officials away. He originally wanted to inform Yang Shi, but after thinking about it, Yang Shi must be aware of the consequences of his actions. Although he dragged Yang You into the water, it was a whim, but it can be seen Yang Shi is not a vulgar man who knows how to fight, but has a deep scheming mind.

He must have hidden tricks, and there is really no need to expose himself first.

He went back to tidy up, and changed into an ordinary dress again, so as not to let others see his extravagance.

It's really not appropriate to make too much publicity about going to the brothel.

When night fell, he took the path to Qingyuan by himself.

Qingyuan is definitely the most unusual Qingliu in Huajie, without the pervasive makeup and wine, just like a small independent academy left behind in the world, there are well-behaved scholars coming and going.

The procuress who was still entertaining the guests recognized Yang You at a glance, she dismissed the guests with sweet words, came over and asked Yang You personally: "My lord..."

Yang You put his index finger on his lips: "Hush!"

The old bustard nodded, "I don't know if the guest has any orders?"

Yang You took out ten taels of silver and put it in the palm of the old bustard, "I want to see Qingli."

The old bustard didn't take his money, but pushed his hand back: "What's the point of worrying about such a small matter? If you like it, come back next time."

As she spoke, she turned around and led Yang You into the courtyard.

Qingyuan has several beautiful back gardens, passing through rockeries, and then through a corridor, there is a row of small houses, very clean.

The bustard took him and knocked on the small door of one of them.

It was Qingli who opened the door, holding a pipe in his hand, with black hair hanging loose, he blew a puff of white mist towards the door, and leaning against the door charmingly asked: "Who is it?"

The bustard backed away consciously, revealing Yang You's face.

Qingli glanced sideways, with a gentle smile on his face: "So it's the prince?"

He stood up straight softly, with a slender waist and a graceful waist, twisting lightly, he walked up to Yang You, hooked his fingers around his belt and went into the room.

Yang You frowned in displeasure, but still endured and acted with him.

The madam graciously closed the door for them.

Qingli hooked Yang You's clothes and walked into the room. There was only a table and a big bed in the room, and there was a pot of tea on the table.

Yang You pulled Qingli's hand away, walked to the table and sat down, poured a cup of tea, and said, "Are you looking for my redemption?"

As he spoke, he took out the bank notes on his body, and counted the amount while talking: "I don't have time to prepare that much money right now, can you see if 5000 taels is enough for you to redeem yourself?"

Qing Li giggled, put the cigarette on the bedside table, he bent down to search in the cabinet, and after a while he threw a stack of papers in front of Yang You.

It was a stack of silver bills, and it was far more than 5000 taels just by looking at the denomination and thickness.

These banknotes are all curled up and crumpled, and it looks like they haven't been kept properly. Judging by Qingli's actions, throwing the banknotes is like throwing away waste paper.

Qingli walked to the table, poured Yang You's tea on the ground, and said, "Don't drink it, it has been added."

Yang You was surprised, "Didn't you come to ask me to redeem you? You have so much money yourself, why don't you leave here?"

Although he and Qingli have only met twice, he can still intuitively feel that Qingli is not a person who likes to stay in brothels.

Except for the bustards and clients, no one likes to stay in a brothel.

Qing Li shook his head with winking eyes, he was wearing a blue long robe, with a light pull on his hands, all the clothes on his body fell off, and he stood naked in front of Yang You.

Yang You didn't move his eyes away, he was much calmer this time, looking at Qingli's body with normal eyes.

Qingli definitely doesn't treat him like a client, so what exactly does he want to do?

Qingli lifted his feet, walked up to Yang You with his waist twisted, and sat on Yang You's body with his long legs. Yang You immediately got goosebumps. He stepped back, but was locked in the chair by Qingli.Qingli whispered in his ear: "My lord, there are many people watching you here!"

Yang You shivered violently, then relaxed his body, and still whispered, "What do you want to do?"

Qingli didn't speak, and under the cover of the two, she took out a book from under the table, pulled the clothes on Yang You's chest and stuffed it in.

In the end, he also changed Yang You's clothes to their original state.

Yang You looked at him coldly and asked, "What is this?"

Qingli's voice was soft and moving, "This is the account book of the great king."

His eyes fluttered, fascinated, "the special kind."

Yang You's complexion changed immediately. Do you dare to make fun of Taishi Qian's things?Who is Qingli? Was he sent by others to test him?

Officials all have unclean places, and the special ledger is for keeping special ledgers. He grabbed Qingli's hand that was wandering on his chest, "Where did you get it?"

"Of course it's when I'm serving people."

Qingli pouted and said, "Don't worry, my lord, I was sent to the mansion to serve him, he didn't even know that I did it."

Yang You didn't know what was recorded in the ledger. Since it was a special ledger, it was naturally something scary.He reached out to take out the account book, but was held down by Qingli, who held his face in his hands, and put a faint kiss on the cheek.

"My lord, didn't you say that? Someone is watching!"

"You dare to do something." Yang You had no choice but to give up.

Qingli lowered his head and leaned against his chest. There was incense in the room and it was quite warm. His voice was as thin as a mosquito moan, but Yang You heard him clearly, "Qingli doesn't know many high-ranking officials, only The prince is the one who dares to take over the account book."

Yang You was still wary of Qingli, so he said, "I dare not take it, you gave it to me."

Qing Li laughed and put his arms around his neck, Yang You shrank back desperately until he touched the chair, "Since I handed over the account book to the lord, it is up to you to dispose of it. I don't care if you use it or not."

After he finished speaking, he pushed Yang You away, got up and lay down on the opposite couch.

Yang You was puzzled, if there was a real purpose, why didn't he guide Yang You to use the ledger?Could it be that the ledger he obtained by selling his body was just to give it away to others?

Then why did he take the risk to steal the ledger?

Qingli posed in a charming posture on the couch, not shy at all because of her nakedness, and showed her body openly.

He said in a normal voice: "I heard that the prince can paint?"

Yang You knows a little about calligraphy and painting, and if he wants to get Qingli, he nods along with him.

Qingli pointed to the cabinet beside him and said: "There are pens and paper in it, please draw a picture for me, my lord."

Yang You took out a pen and paper and arranged them on the table. Looking at Qingli's naked body, he was a little bit at a loss for writing. He asked, "Do you really want to draw like this?"

Qingli nodded softly.

Yang You looked at the skillful charm on his face, sighed, and suggested: "I think the clothes you wore that day when you saw me are very nice, you must like them very much."

That night, Qingli casually wore a Confucian robe, not as charming as today.

Qing Li was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "I don't like such a rigid dress."

Saying so, he still changed into Confucianism attire, tied up his hair, and sat on the couch.

Only then did Yang You put pen to paper.

Yang You concentrated on painting, and Qingli began to chat about some things. He said that he was from Qinghe County, and his family had some money.Later, the parents died, the family property was seized by the uncle, and the brother and sister were both sold to brothels. Because they had studied, they were picked away and sent to Qingyuan.

Yang You asked distractedly, "Why don't you see your sister?"

Qingli said desolately: "I got a sudden illness a few years ago and died."

Yang You happened to take red paint to stain his cheeks, when he heard the word "death", he flickered a little, and drew a red mark horizontally on Qingli's cheek.

Yang You hissed, picked up another pen and prepared to draw again, "My hand is shaking, I will draw another one for you."

Qingli came over to look at the scrapped picture, covered his mouth and said with a smile: "It's pretty good, let's continue to draw."

"It's on the face!" Yang You pointed to the red mark and said.

Qingli waved his hand, "It's okay, let's continue."

He sat back to his original position, and Yang You had no choice but to continue painting.

Qingli said faintly, "I don't have any family anymore, so where can I go even if I redeem myself? I can't do anything with a lowly background on my back."

Yang You couldn't help feeling sorry for him at this time, "Then come to the palace to work."

Qingli looked at him and smiled, "My lord, you can't save everyone in the world."

Yang You looked at him fixedly, "If you can save one person, that's one."

Qingli stretched out his hand to smooth the broken hair on his forehead, "My lord, you are the only guest who doesn't come here for sex. That ledger is for you."

Yang You stopped writing and looked at him suspiciously.

Qingli continued: "I want to ask you one thing, I died that day, please bury me in the cleanest place under the sun."

Yang You sighed, finished the two strokes, and handed the painting to him, "It's bad luck to always say death. Besides, you and I should find a place with me for the cleanest place in the world!"

Qingli took a look at the painting, folded it casually and put it beside him, looked up at Yang You and said, "If you can't find such a place, then you can crush me to ashes."

Shocked by the deep silence in his eyes, Yang You subconsciously nodded.

Qingli stood up, pushed him out the door, and said: "My lord, please go back."