Prince Boring and Concubine Qiao Ai

Zhao Ling stayed in the Luo Palace.Prince Luo's mansion is very large, and there are many empty courtyards. Zhao Ling can choose at will, and Zhao Ling finally chooses the courtyard with fig trees and wine buried in the ground.

No matter where he lives, he wants to dig out the buried wine conveniently.

Luo Yi's life routine is the same as it was 20 years ago, and it is particularly regular.In the morning, he went to the imperial study to discuss matters with Emperor Liang, and settled in the palace for lunch, and returned to the mansion at dusk.

Xiaohua became Zhao Ling's personal servant girl. According to Xiaohua, Luo Yi found a school for her younger brother to study, but did not sign a contract of sale, and said that she took them in because of Zhao Ling's relationship.So Xiaohua is extremely grateful to Zhao Ling.In this life, Zhao Ling had his first confidant. Although he was stupid and needed to be cultivated, he was rarely loyal to him.

About the figs, Luo Yi never asked again. Instead, he hired a master brewer to make wine from the figs that Zhao Ling picked and couldn't finish.After that, they sent several boxes of books.

He thought that because of the fig tree, he offended Prince Shangluo and punished him for copying books.This amount cannot be copied in hundreds of years, so it is better to just let him hit a tree.

Zhao Ling hated reading books in his previous life.Mr. Xuanwuge asked them to do their homework, but he always handed over to Xiao Bitan to do it for him.Xiao Laowu's only advantage at that time was imitating calligraphy and painting, almost confuse the real ones, he imitated famous scholars, and he also imitated Zhao Xiaoqi's uneven handwriting.

Xiao He became the prime minister now, he really couldn't think of it at that time.When the prime minister was young, his image was not very elegant, his nose was running constantly every day, and he brought a dozen handkerchiefs with him wherever he went, and threw them away while wiping.Luo Yi always stays forty-eight thousand miles away from him, for fear of rubbing his nose against his upper body.

Once, kid Wu Lan picked up one while playing, and he deliberately threw it on Luo Yi's desk. Lord Luo didn't come to class for ten days, and the servants of Luo Wang's mansion washed the class a hundred times with basins and buckets. table.

"His Royal Highness, there are a total of 530 books." The servant who delivered the books and Zhao Ling reported the count.

He was secretly scolding Luo Yi as a sinister villain, isn't it too late for a gentleman to take revenge in 20 years?

But the servant who delivered the books brought the box and left.

Could it be that he thought his house was too spacious and used it for decoration?

Being bored at leisure, Zhao Ling flipped through a few books, which were about the history of Daliang Kingdom in the past ten years, with both official and unofficial histories.

A few books are enough to understand the context. In the years since his death, the country of Liang was prosperous and prosperous. It is strange that there is not a single word in the book that mentions him as a "rogue official and thief".The existence of his seventh prince, Zhao Jingming, was wiped out completely.It may be that the eldest brother is grateful for his sacrifice of life to save him, which left him a little dignity in front of future generations.

The history of the peaceful and prosperous age is plain and boring. More than half of the official history is praising the merits of the palace kings and generals, and more than half of the unofficial history is about the lingering love of a scholar who fell in love with a prostitute.A hundred schools of thought gave up contention and opened schools one after another to sell books to earn tuition fees, while the heroes disappeared in a corner to cut firewood, hunt and take care of their children.

Even the murder of a corrupt official by an assassin can be listed as the top ten strange cases of the year.

These books are placed in the room, taking up space and attracting bugs, and they smell weird.

Zhao Ling called Xiao Hua over and asked, "Do you want to eat kebabs?"

Xiao Hua thought that Zhao Ling wanted to eat, "I'll go talk to the chef in the kitchen."

"The mutton kebabs grilled in the kitchen of Prince Luo's Mansion are unpalatable. I'll write you a recipe. You go to the kitchen and mix the seasonings according to my recipe. I'll let you taste it at noon today. What is the real taste in the world?" Zhao Ling picked up the shovel that was coming earlier, "Let's go, dig a hole first."

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Xiaohua followed without knowing what to say, and saw Zhao Ling dug a hole in the ground, and threw several books into the hole.

"His Royal Highness, are you... wanting to bury the book?"

"Bury it for what, it's not wine." Zhao Ling glanced outside, and a few servants secretly looked in.They were curious about what crooked idea Luo Shizi was thinking.

Before that, they had more or less heard the rumor that the thirteenth prince had broken sleeves. After all, the thirteenth prince once climbed onto Luo Yi's bed half undressed.I heard that the prince recognized him as his heir because of other reasons, so he looked down on him very much.But since the prince ruined Lord Luo's precious fig tree, but Lord Luo didn't go into a rage and cut him off, the status of Prince Luo has become second only to the Lord Luo himself in the Luo palace.

"Come in!" Zhao Ling waved his hand and called in the servants who were peeping, "Go to the kitchen and get me a leg of lamb."

A few people rushed to get things done, and Xiao Hua also took the recipe to prepare the ingredients.

Zhao Ling broke off a few branches from the no-hanging fruit tree and set up a grill. Zhao Ling picked up two stones and touched them a few times. Sparks rubbed off and the books in the pit burned into pieces.

The servant who came back with the leg of lamb stood there dumbfounded. Does His Royal Highness want to live?The courtyard was set on fire, and... also... burned the books that the prince had worked so hard to save for 20 years.

Before they could speak, Zhao Ling warmly greeted them, "Hurry up, kebabs!"

Seeing that everyone was not moving, Zhao Ling pointed at them with a fig branch and said, "The meat is back, you are accomplices! When the prince asks, no one can get rid of the crime, work hard for me, and I will say a few good words to you to plead .”

Everyone tremblingly helped His Royal Highness cut the leg of lamb, and silently recited Amitabha Buddha in their hearts. Their accomplices were wronged!

From the courtyard of Prince Luo's Mansion, a thick plume of black smoke floated up, which could be seen from a long distance away.The servants and guards of Prince Luo's Mansion were all ordered by Zhao Ling to help arrange the lottery.After a lot of work, the mutton skewers are cooked and served with the sauce prepared by Xiaohua. The taste is really good.Delicious first, everyone forgot their identities as accomplices for a while, aroused their enthusiasm for grilling skewers, and brought another leg of lamb.

Zhao Ling instructed the cook while eating, "Learn a bit."

Ning Zhuang, who had just left the palace gate, stopped the horse and hurriedly reported to the people in the carriage, "My lord, the palace seems to be on fire!"

Luo Yi opened the curtain of the carriage, jumped out of the carriage, jumped onto Xiao Sansan's horse, rode Juechen, and roared away. Emperor Liang and Prime Minister Xiao, who sent him out of the palace, had no time to dodge and ate a mouthful of dirt .

"Third brother's house..." Xiao He took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, "Is... a fire?"

"It's not like that," Emperor Liang narrowed his eyes, "that kid Zhao Lian must have caused trouble again."

When Xiao He heard that Luo Yi was going to adopt his son, he was overjoyed and then surprised. He had a thousand choices, but why did he choose that disgusting man's broken sleeve?Then he thought, maybe it was because of Zhao Lian's appearance.

One time when he went to the harem, the first time he saw Zhao Lian's face, he felt a little nervous.But after Zhao Lian grabbed his thigh and didn't let go, he immediately put aside this thought.Even if that person was killed, he wouldn't be able to do such a shameless thing.

Emperor Liang turned back to the palace, and finally said, "20 years, I saw Xiaosan smiling for the first time. He is learning to let go, learning to forget the sadness of 20 years ago. I really have to thank that girl for giving me a girl who looks like Xiaosan. Son of Seven."

On Zhao Ling's side, seeing that the books were almost burned, he burped, and distributed the remaining cooked meat to the servants and guards who helped.

The courtyard was in a mess, and he didn't plan to clean the battlefield at all, so he just left it like this, so Luo Yi would never allow him to stay in Luo Wang's mansion.

There are horses neighing outside the door, who is in such a hurry?Could it be an urgent letter from Mobei?Zhao Ling pushed open the courtyard door, intending to pick it up, but bumped into Luo Yi, who was striding through the door in official robes.

"Luo... Wang... Prince?"

Zhao Ling suddenly bounced away, trotted and hid in the house, out of respect for Zhao Lian's cowardly nature, he pretended to be a child who did something wrong, and quickly hid when his parents came back.

Luo Yi usually comes back at dusk, why is it so early today?No lunch was eaten in the palace.

What caught Lord Luo's eyes was the burnt black ground, the shelves supported by fig tree branches, and a few pages of paper that survived a big pit.

A small wind blew, just in time to blow a page in front of Luo Yi.Luo Yi picked it up, already knowing what happened to his house just now.

The aroma of the meat remains, as well as the familiar taste of the sauce.

The passing servants and guards all knelt on the ground, even the generals he brought from Mobei were no exception.

Several boxes of books, none left.

Zhao Ling poked his head out to see Luo Yi's reaction, but he saw Lord Luo squatting down with a peaceful face, picking up the few pages left, as if those boxes of books were meant to be burned.

Afterwards, Luo Yi ordered, "Clean it up."

Everyone is amnesty, His Royal Highness is really powerful, even such a thing, the prince can forgive!

Holding a few pieces of paper in Luo Yi's hand, he walked slowly to the front of the house. Zhao Ling moved from the door to the cabinet, thinking that Luo Yi was about to lose his temper. These ink marks really don't look like the commander-in-chief of Mobei behavior.

"Come out." Luo Yi's voice was serious, but not angry.Zhao Ling could barely hear a bit of fatherly kindness.

"I was not careful," Zhao Ling said forcefully, and Luo Yi hated to find reasons for doing wrong things.

"Eight copies of 530." Luo Yi reported the number.

Zhao Ling nodded, indicating that he knew. 530 eight books, it took him an hour to burn them all.

"Silence." Luo Yi pointed to the table, "It's here, 530 eight books, when will you finish silence, and when will you be allowed to go out."

Lord Luo, what do you think, old man?The book was burned and you want me to be silent? 530 eight books, even Mr. Chu, who has a photographic memory, can't read it word for word in just a few days!Sorry, can't remember!

But Zhao Ling still bit his lips and said pitifully, "My lord...I...I...I..."

It is extremely difficult, especially difficult, and there is no way to write from memory.

"Can't remember?" Luo Yi asked knowingly.

Zhao Ling nodded obediently.

He really couldn't do this.Even if Luo Yi held a knife rest on his neck to force him to be silent, he could only draw a few circles and continue to be angry with Luo Yi.

"I said, you write." Luo Yi actually sat down.

The servant brought the pen and ink, and the white paper was spread out in front of the table.

Zhao Ling could never excuse that he was illiterate. No matter how poor the thirteenth prince was, he could still read. When he followed Concubine Lian, Concubine Lian allowed him to attend classes with other princes.

Luo Yi was staring at him right here, and he couldn't refuse.He was wondering, could Luo Yi remember all the books?Impossible...it must be just to frighten him.Besides, Lord Luo is an important minister in the court, and he manages a lot of affairs every day. How can he have time to personally supervise him to write some broken history books?

A lot of paper was sent.Looks like it's time to move on to the kebabs.

Zhao Ling sat down at the desk, picked up the pen, and suddenly remembered the important point, Zhao Lian's handwriting was different from his.

When he was young, his handwriting was poor, and he never felt that he had to work hard on it. In the future, he would have his own fief and go to the border to protect the country for his elder brother.Later, during the two years together in Ningguo with Mr. Chu, he kept his pen and ink as companions every day, imperceptibly practicing wild cursive, and Mr. Chu also praised his calligraphy, which has the demeanor of his ancestors and famous masters.

Only Mr. Chu has seen his wild grass, and after years of wars, who would have leisurely caress in the shadow of swords, lights and swords?

Luo Yi's impression of his handwriting was still in the period when he was a young dog crawling, and he definitely couldn't tell that it was Zhao Ling's handwriting, but he couldn't imitate Zhao Lian's handwriting.

In memory, Zhao Lian wrote a love letter to someone named Gong Si, but before sending it out, Concubine Su found it and burned it.That word... is extraordinarily square, and it is completely different from his wild grass.

He looked up at Luo Yi, and Luo Yi also looked at him. He turned his face away with a guilty conscience. Now, he can only get by by talking nonsense.

Luo Yi said the name of the book, "Liang Shi Jing'an Volume."

After Zhao Ling finished writing, Luo Yi didn't feel that there was anything wrong, so he continued to read.It's so dangerous, Luo Yi has never seen Zhao Lian's handwriting before.

Luo Yi read a sentence, he wrote a sentence, the two of them sat around the desk, and they just went back and forth to waste each other's time.Luo Yi spoke very slowly, but kept saying one sentence after another, Zhao Ling couldn't rest at all.After the two sticks of incense were burned, and a copy of the book was finally finished, Zhao Ling saw a young man standing outside, as if he had something to report.

Luo Yi said, "Send it here."

Then the little servant came back and forth, sending memorials to Luo Yi non-stop. While reading the memorials, Luo Yi and Zhao Ling memorized the sentences in the book. Judging from the situation, he planned to use this place as a study.

Luo Fuxun, you are doing well, naked torture, this half afternoon, his wrists were cramped, he can swear, in his previous life and this life, he has never written so seriously and completely silently so many things.

I felt a little bit regretful, why did I burn all the books so impulsively?In his memory, there are obviously many ways to make the gourd angry... But the few times he picked, none of them worked.

When he saw the ink in the inkstone, hehehe, don't blame me for being bored, you asked for it yourself.

Zhao Ling moved his body slightly, and his elbow just touched the position of the inkstone. He was writing "Sanqiandan of Surplus Grain", when he moved sideways, his arm moved greatly, and the inkstone was brought over.

The strength was just right, not a single drop of ink was spilled on the book he copied so hard, but all the memorials piled up in front of Luo Yi's eyes.

Terrified, Zhao Ling hurriedly tidied it up with his sleeves, begging for mercy and saying, "I didn't do it on purpose," and pushed the ink to both sides vigorously. The memorial that was not stained by ink was also dirty.

He is short and needs to reach Luo Yi's side, almost lying on the table with his whole body.

Just as he was fiddled vigorously, a big hand behind him grabbed his collar and pulled him off the table.

Zhao Ling cried and knelt on the ground, wiping away tears with his two small hands, "My lord, I'm sorry, do you want me to make a copy of these for you too?"

I was very happy in my heart, the memorial was sent from the palace, all with the great seal and annotation of Emperor Liang, just for Luo Yi to look at and make comments.Tomorrow, I will get the eye of Prime Minister Xiao He, and then send it to the local government.As it is now, there is no way to save it. The only way is to invalidate these books. The contents will be consolidated, and Emperor Liang will seal the imperial decree and issue orders directly to the various government offices.

This kind of mistake, if it were someone else, it would be a crime of copying and beheading.

But Luo Yi won't, the emperor can only complain a few words.

Luo Yi sighed, and said to his servants, "Take it all."

He walked around the table and saw Zhao Ling still kneeling, "Get up too."

He had to admire that Luo Yi could talk to himself so calmly even now.He squinted and saw that the boy had cleaned up the table as clean as before, and he didn't have to copy his own books.

Luo Yi walked around the room, and when he came back, he had something extra in his hand.

Zhao Ling's eyes widened. From which corner did Luo Yi pull out a ruler?

What is he doing with the ruler?

Zhao Ling had a bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, Luo Yi stood in front of him and said, "Stretch out your hand."

"I know I was wrong... woo woo woo..." Zhao Ling bit his lower lip, trying to wake up this man's conscience with tears. Although it didn't hurt, it was awkward no matter how you looked at it.It's really embarrassing to be short for a generation.From childhood to adulthood, he made mistakes in the palace when he was a child, and he was basically served with a stick. Afterwards, he basically tried all kinds of criminal methods, but there was no one who beat him.

He really didn't know that Menhulu had such a hobby.

"Hand out."

Zhao Ling did nothing but stretch out his right hand tremblingly.

"Two."

Zhao Ling sniffled and stretched out his left hand again.

"Put it up high."

There are so many problems!If you want to fight, hurry up!Zhao Ling raised his palms up above his head.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"I accidentally knocked over Mo." Zhao Ling admitted his mistake very sincerely.

The palm of his right hand was hit hard.

Luo Yi hit very lightly, and stopped when the ruler was attached. Zhao Ling felt that it was almost like tickling.

"anything else?"

Zhao Ling thought for a while, "And...and burning books."

The palm of my left hand was also hit.

Zhao Ling co-operated and squeezed out a few tears, his small face was already like a cat.

"pain?"

"It hurts!" Zhao Ling blew on his palm.

"From tomorrow, move to my study." After Luo Yi finished speaking, he left the ruler on the table and walked away.

What?

Zhao Ling chased them out, wanting to have a good discussion.After a few steps, Ning Zhuang jumped out, and a sword blocked his way.

"You know the lord just told me to let me sleep in his study!"

"I heard." Ning Zhuang said.

Zhao Ling really wanted to cry, so he covered his eyes with his hands, whining.

Ning Zhuang rolled his eyes, "You still have the face to cry? If you leave others alone, you would have died thousands of times already."

Luo Yi's study room is next door to Luo Yi's bedroom, and there is a wall between the two. He has to stay with Luo Yi when he eats, drinks, and sleeps, which is really fatal.Boredom is one aspect, he is most afraid of cheating, is it necessary for him to pretend to be the cowardly Zhao Lian all the time?

separated by a wall?

There is a door to China Unicom.

He remembered the absurd things Zhao Lian had done. When Luo Yi was staying in the palace, he secretly climbed onto Luo Yi's bed, was kicked off by Luo Yi, was beaten up by Ning Zhuang, and then thrown back to Yingchun Palace.Luo Yi didn't plead for half a word, but he also made a special trip to mention the rude behavior of the thirteen princes with Emperor Liang.

Otherwise, he will follow suit?Wanting to be reborn, his bottom line dropped again and again, either kneeling or crying, really shameless to the extreme.

There are examples before, next time, he will definitely succeed.