thieves

"I have seen my mother." Zhou Ji knelt in the hall with his back straight.

"Huh! You still know how to come back? If you can't be found again, I'm afraid your father will change someone else as the heir apparent! Why are you so unbelievable, and you stabbed me as soon as you became the prince? Do you know this? How many pairs of eyes are staring at you in the palace?" Mrs. Yi knocked on the nanmu table with her knuckles, her face turned pale.

A pain in the heart, acid in the tip of the nose, is this how their mother and child get along?Family affection... After all, it is something he can't wait for.

"Is mother finished scolding? Erchen still wants to learn swordsmanship from the Taifu, so I won't disturb mother's peace here." He said in an angry tone.

"What's your attitude?!" Mrs. Yi's eyes were burning, she looked left and right, but couldn't find anything suitable, so she picked up a teacup and threw it at him.

Zhou Ji dodged and dodged the attack, "How long does mother plan to use this old trick?"

"You... how dare you avoid it?" Mrs. Yi was so angry that her hands trembled, she looked at her son who was always well-behaved and sensible in disbelief, she always felt that there was a big difference, but she couldn't tell.

"There is a country first, and then there is a family. The son is the prince of a country first, and then the mother's son. Even if the mother does not love the son, the son must take care of the people and protect himself. If the mother has nothing else to do, The servant will take his leave first." After he finished speaking, he turned around neatly without stopping for a moment.

Mrs. Yi in the original place is like a statue, standing firmly, he said, even if the mother doesn't cherish her children...

A mother does not cherish her children...

Her heart twisted in pain instantly, like a saw knife, cutting her heart and slowly devouring her sanity.

Yongle Palace.

"Sir, I'm so cold." Zhou Ji's cheeks were flushed, as if he had caught the cold, and he muttered nonsense.

"Practicing the sword can keep out the cold, you pick up the sword, and I will teach you the moves." Meng Yan said gently.

Zhou Ji remained motionless, and said to himself: "Actually, I hate autumn dusk the most. I always feel that it is the coldest time of the year. The autumn wind blowing all over the sky makes people cry, and the fallen leaves rustle all over the ground. It's meaningless, a person's life has been withered and desolate like this."

Seeing that he had no intention of practicing sword at all, Meng Yan simply put down his sword, sat beside him, stretched out his shiny white hands to smooth the creases on the white robe, and said, "Life doesn't really need to be so interesting. I feel so emotional just because you are still young, and there are still many things you don’t understand. When you get older, you will be able to see more clearly.”

"Still young?" Zhou Ji smiled softly, "I'm already in my twenties this year, so I'm older than Mr.

"You're talking nonsense again. You are clearly 15 years old this year." Meng Yan lightly patted his chest on his forehead, which was a gesture he often used to teach juniors.

Zhou Ji rubbed his head, and was knocked by him. He felt relieved inexplicably, tilted his head, looked at Meng Yan, and looked forward to his next words.

Meng Yanyu warned him earnestly: "Do not be ashamed of your heart on the inside, and live up to the vulgarity on the outside. You don't make friends for profit, and you don't seek salary in an official position. Learn from the past and the present, and cleanse your desires. If a man can do these things in his life, he will naturally look up and be ashamed." Heaven and earth, do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand." Zhou Ji said casually.

Then the two practiced swordsmanship for three hours. Zhou Ji had received the most rigorous training since he was a child, so although he felt his hands and feet were sore, he still held back and kept silent, frowning tightly, refusing to reveal anything Come tired.

Meng Yan refused to teach any more, pulled him to sit down, took out a bottle of ointment from his wide sleeve, and gently and carefully applied it to Zhou Ji's injured wrist, "You have practiced enough today, too much is too late, don't be greedy .”

"Sir, how am I doing?" Zhou Ji looked at him.

Meng Yan could hear some urgency in his tone. He had also taken care of his disciples before, so he naturally knew what he was thinking at the moment. Which apprentice who is new to the master does not want to be praised by the master?What's more, Zhou Ji's talent is not low, and his performance is already remarkable, so he should encourage him even more. He bent his lips and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness practiced very well, much better than I imagined."

Zhou Ji was happy in his heart, like a child who got candy, he didn't show his face, he wanted to maintain the sophistication and prudence of a prince of a country, so he just smiled symbolically, "Sir, do you still call me your highness at this time?"

"You and my monarch, it should be like this."

"But you and I are also masters and apprentices, but we shouldn't be so unfamiliar." Zhou Ji dragged out the end of his voice, like a child acting like a spoiled child, which is rare for him.

"Then what do you think I should call you?" Meng Yan was the most shameful person who was wronged and suffered. Knowing that he was exaggerating, he couldn't help asking him gently.

"Ji'er? No, no, no, it seems that the age gap between you and me is too big, it's inappropriate. Ah Ji? Is it too... embarrassing? Ji Ji? It's childish to repeat words again. Sir, I have no idea. .” The question was thrown to Meng Yan again.

"Ji'er?" He called out tentatively.

Zhou Ji shook his head.

"Aji?"

Shake your head like a rattle.

"Sacrifice?"

Zhou Ji put his hands and head together, very coordinated.

"..." Meng Yan lost his mind, and lowered his head in deep thought, "...Then let's call you His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

When Zhou Ji heard this, he immediately said seriously: "Sir, I think Ji'er is very good, so you can call him that in the future."

"...Okay." With eyebrows stretched, Meng Yan settled down as if he had solved a difficult problem.

"What is sir doing?"

"Reporting to His Royal Highness, the Tai Tuo has been feeling unwell since he had dinner, restless in sitting and lying down, and ordered the servants to prepare a bucket of hot water for him, saying that he would soak for several hours." The little eunuch said truthfully. replied.

Zhou Ji's eyebrows twitched, remembering that Meng Yan is very particular about eating, and needs to be more refined, but he forgot about it, "What did you give him for dinner?"

The little eunuch thought that Zhou Ji was blaming him for his carelessness in preparing the meal, so he quickly raised his spirits and said, "The slaves dare not neglect the Grand Tutor, and all they prepare are delicacies from the palace, osmanthus wine and pepper paste, but compared to the ladies in the palace, If His Royal Highness doesn't believe it, just ask the imperial chef."

Zhou Ji's face darkened, which is no wonder, "Pass my order, next time just prepare some porridge and side dishes. Sir is a Taoist, and he has always been pure-hearted and ascetic. He doesn't like big fish and meat. Sweet stuff, remember?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The little eunuch suddenly realized, stepped back in response, and secretly laughed, there are such unlucky people in this world?Sure enough, he is just a villager in the mountains, but he is really good-looking. Even Tao Lingzhang, who has the most beautiful man in Pingcheng, is not as good as he is. The name is a lie.

The nobles in the palace are committing crimes, relying on their wealth and power, they are not satisfied with being served by women, so they have to cut their sleeves and share their peaches. What a waste of money, what a pity for such a good-looking man.

The little eunuch's sense of justice exploded, and he cursed Zhou Ji hundreds of times in his heart before he could relieve his anger.

Zhou Ji waited outside the door, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, feeling very bored.The scenery here is very interesting, the flowers are fragrant and the birds are singing, the scenery is pleasant, but if the husband is not there, the scenery will be eclipsed immediately.

The room was warm and fragrant, and hot air came out from the crack in the door.

Standing on tiptoe, Zhou Ji approached quietly like a thief, knowing that he couldn't do anything, but his heart seemed to be scratched by ants, the itch was overwhelming, overshadowing his reason.

I don't know how seductive the young master is when he takes a bath.

When Zhou Ji raised his eyebrows, he just took a look and never did anything deviant!

Zhou Ji made a swear in his heart, stretched his neck, pressed his face to the door, tore through a pane of window paper, and bravely looked over.The white mist suddenly covered his eyes and melted on his eyelashes, blocking his sight.

Zhou Ji rubbed his eyes and looked intently.

He met a pair of beautiful eyes.

Oops, found out!Zhou Ji's neck turned red, and he ran away, but the man stopped him from behind, "Ji'er, what were you doing just now?"

Meng Yan was only wearing a nightgown with loose belts, and his long hair was wet and hanging down lazily.He stood by the door, like a fairy coming out of the moonlight, with a fairy appearance and extremely elegant.

He repeated: "Ji'er just now, what were you looking at?"

Watch you take a bath?

can not say!

You can't say it even if you kill him!

Zhou Ji took a deep breath and said with a sneer: "When Ji returned to the palace, he found that his wrist was injured by a sword. The pain was unbearable. Many plasters had been applied, but it didn't work. I think Mr.'s secret plaster is the best, so come here Ask sir for some."

Meng Yan's long eyelashes received a piece of moonlight, trembling slightly, "So that's the case, I thought..." He stopped in time.

Zhou Ji heard the implication, and hurriedly asked: "What do you think, sir?"

Meng Yan didn't speak, his usually calm face turned red with embarrassment.

Seeing this, Zhou Ji suddenly realized, remembering that he had said that he would marry Qin and Jin a few days ago, he was very uneasy at that time, and in his current state, he was actually on guard against himself all the time.He couldn't help feeling angry and funny, he was still the crown prince of a country after all, how could he be so impatient and overbearing?

But what he did just now was indeed...not a gentleman.

"The ointment is in my room, I'll get it for you." Meng Yan said.

"Thank you sir." Zhou Ji said respectfully, looking at Meng Yan's back, wrinkled his nose heavily, and snorted softly.

When Meng Yan came out again, he was already fully dressed, with a white robe and jade face, as beautiful as an exile. He handed the jade bottle to Zhou Ji, and said in a warm voice: "Before going to bed, someone will apply it on you. If it is gone, Ask me again."

"Thank you, sir." Zhou Ji took it, held it in his hand, and was about to walk away when Meng Yan's voice came from behind him.

"Your palace is broken."

As Meng Yan said, he bent down and picked up a long tasseled palace sash, and there was a warm wind blowing from the flowing clothes, and handed it to Zhou Ji, "Be careful next time, don't throw things away."

Zhou Ji scratched his head, looked at him, lost his mind for a moment, "...Thank you sir."

The author has something to say:

As I was writing, I suddenly laughed, I was too involved in the drama.