I am a traitor in the Red Mansion

Jiang Ling put on a rascal posture, leaned on the table and said, "Then I'll just get beaten."

"Then it's really a fight, huh? Come on." Shen Zhou blinked, and Jiang Ling was trembling with his cute ending sound, and waved his chopsticks feebly.

Yingge snickered and hid with her skirt.

Shen Zhou kicked him under the table, "Hey, don't play dead."

Xiao Jiang Hanlin rolled his eyes up, even stuck out his tongue, tilted his head, pretending to be dead very seriously.

"Pfft." Shen Zhou almost choked on the soup, "Do you have a decent look? The two fools at the entrance of the village are more decent than you."

"Isn't the village entrance Master Wang who shaves his head?" Jiang Ling laughed himself, and sat up to serve Shen Zhou with food, "What are you doing in the afternoon? Do you want to go out to the palace for a stroll?"

Shen Zhou threw the celery back to him, "I don't want to eat this. I go to bed in the sun in the afternoon, I haven't gone to study for a long time, and I suddenly have to get up early, so sleepy."

"I want to sleep too!" Jiang Ling applied.

"Go back to your own house and sleep."

"If you marry and obey your husband, since you are married to Your Highness, wherever your Highness is, that is my home." The Shen Jiang family is simply a model of three obediences and four virtues, especially virtuous and virtuous.

Shen Zhou covered his ears, "Shut up, stop chanting."

Jiang Wang Baling put down his chopsticks, and grabbed the man onto his knee, "Isn't that courageous? How dare you tell the tigress at home to shut up."

"Are you still preparing for the Lion's Roar in the River East? Come on, hurry up and roar to His Highness to see." Shen Zhou pinched his neck every time he came back and couldn't laugh or cry, "You can go to the bridge to tell a story."

He didn't eat much at the last meal, Shen Zhou laughed so hard that he lost his appetite, and asked someone to move the soft couch under the camphor tree in the courtyard.

Jiang Ling wrapped the blanket for him and covered his eyes with his hands, "This way you won't be dazzled."

The long eyelashes ran across the palm, itching, Jiang Ling possessed himself and kissed because there was no one around, "Sweet dream, baby."

Shen Zhou dazedly grabbed his hand and asked, "Aren't you sleeping?"

"It's not convenient here. After the house is cleaned up, I'll take a nap with you every day." Jiang Ling coaxed in a low voice, "Sleep well when you're tired. I'm here."

"Obviously it's her natal family." Shen Zhou muttered, moved his hand away, turned over and covered himself in the blanket.

Jiang Ling looked funny, and patted him on his little butt, "What's wrong, I always like to bury myself."

Shen Zhou kicked him twice unhappily, of course he had to cover up his red ears so he wouldn't show them to you.

The sun was warming on his body, and Jiang Ling saw that he was sleeping hot, so he stretched out his head, showing his flushed cheeks, his hair was disheveled, muttering a few words from time to time, his mouth still pouted.

"I don't know what to dream about, I'm so unhappy." Jiang Ling nodded his lips, the progress of the game is a bit slow now, it took so much time to just become a seventh-rank Hanlin, what if those old pedantic students were trained in the Hanlin Academy for a tenth grade A few years of books, but people catch a joke to listen to.

Sitting beside Shen Zhou thinking about something, he was inadvertently covered with a golden layer of sunlight, making it softer than before. Yingge tried hard to reduce the sense of existence, and guarded the door in person, not daring to breathe, for fear of destroying such a beautiful picture .

"Is His Highness the Seventh Prince here? Our Princess is ordered by Concubine Liu to deliver something to His Highness the Seventh Prince." Shi Qing knocked on the vermilion lacquered door, muttering in her heart, why is the door locked in broad daylight.

Shen Zhou frowned unhappily, and sat up by pulling Jiang Ling's sleeve, "Who's here? It's so noisy."

"Go on to sleep, I'll watch for you." Jiang Ling picked him up and sent him to the bed in the inner room. After leaving the warm sunlight, Shen Zhou felt a little cold and became more awake, "Don't quarrel with others."

Jiang Ling felt that he had just shivered, and lifted the quilt to cover him, "Is it still cold?"

Shen Zhou shook his head, and fell asleep again.

"Go and open the door." Jiang Ling instructed Yingge, "Ask someone to pour soup for His Highness, and it should not be too hot."

This year it's cold in the spring, and the weather is still very cold. From time to time, there will be peach blossoms and snow. Shen Zhou has always been afraid of the cold, and he has complained about the weather so many times.

Jin Minghua waited for a while before being invited in. Naturally, he was very unhappy, but he didn't show it on his face. When he saw that there was only a man in a seventh-rank official uniform, the original three-point displeasure was magnified to thirty-point. He reprimanded with a straight face, "Who are you?"

"Chen Hanlin edited Jiangling and met the princess." Jiang Ling said, he still didn't know which princess it was, the only princess he had heard was one, and the two embroidered chickens vomited at each other.

"It turned out to be you." Jin Minghua pointed to something, and his whole body was full of the air of a princess, "It seems to be respectful now, why was he so rude yesterday?"

She sent someone to ask for the purse, she never thought it would be a snag, and then she saw that this person was a lowly official and came from a humble background, except for his better-looking nose and eyes, he didn't know what Jin Minglan was like, what kind of monster he was, and Nan'an The king clamored that he would not marry.

Seeing that she suddenly tilted the building, Jiang Ling still lowered his head, and said calmly, "I don't know what the princess is doing."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yingge came to salute Jin Minghua, and said with a smile, "My servant has seen the princess, why did the princess come in person, I just call my servant over if I have something to do."

"The concubine is very kind, thinking of the hard work of your highnesses, she specially ordered me to send some nourishing medicinal materials." Jin Minghua's face towards her improved a lot, "Why are you alone? I remember that there was a swallow in the past. Song."

"I got sick on the way back from Jiangnan, and I couldn't get back." Yingge said, and hurriedly asked the little maid to pick up the things in Shiqing's hands, "Your Highness is not feeling well today, so he took a rest after taking the medicine, and he will definitely see it in person tomorrow." Go give thanks."

Although Jin Minghua was talking to her, his eyes kept falling on Jiang Ling, "Since he is sick, why is Jiang Hanlin still here? Could it be that Jiang Hanlin also works part-time as an imperial physician?"

Jiang Ling instantly conjured up the image of a cannon fodder female supporting role, as beautiful as a flower and a wealthy daughter, but was cut off by a gay man, ahem, he cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness was not feeling well in the morning, and his mind was distracted during class, so I deliberately Let me explain it to him again until he is fully tolerant, and then I am willing to drag my sick body to rest."

"Oh?" Jin Minghua glanced at him suspiciously. She was the best Fanghua, and this glance was condescending and coquettish.

"Yeah." Jiang Ling's heart was full of alarm bells, she wouldn't want to have a sister-brother relationship with Xiao Zhou, would she?

"He is eager to learn." Jin Minghua sneered, "When the things are delivered, I will retire. Isn't it sick? Take these medicines quickly, and there will be more after eating them all."

It's best to eat this one to death.

Yingge sent the plague god away and asked someone to lock the door again. She turned her head to look at Jiangling in a daze, and explained in a low voice, "This princess is the eldest daughter of the king of Nan'an, and she was raised in front of Concubine Liu. , had a marriage contract with the son of Duke Cheng En. That year, the son was seriously ill, and Qin Tianjian said that his life was precious and he could not marry early, so the two of them wasted until today. That son had a brain hole, and every time he saw our highness, he would marry a dog. It's like seeing a bone. Of course, the servant will make an analogy. His Highness is not a bone. After a long time, the princess always sneers at our Highness. But she can pretend, and she never shows it in front of His Majesty. "

After Jiang Ling listened carefully, he couldn't help saying, "A broken pot deserves a broken lid. I hope the two of them get married soon and have a good relationship for a hundred years."

His life as a teacher was quite peaceful, he got up early to go to class every day, then had lunch with Shen Zhou, took a nap, woke up or talked for a while, or read a book separately, and then went out of the palace to go home.

Shen Zhou couldn't help but said, "Why do I see you every day?"

"Then who do you want to see?" Jiang Ling pushed him on the chair, and put his hands on his sides, "I think it's very good, I can see His Highness every day, it's like a fairy."

"If you are like Xiao Xu, you can see me every night, let alone every day. Do you want to try!" Shen Zhou raised his chin provocatively.

Jiang Ling pressed his forehead against him, "You run away after teasing me every time, and you don't take responsibility. I guess you don't need to do anything after a long time. I'm just like Xiao Xu. It's broken."

He stretched out his index finger and bent it, and gestured vividly to Shen Zhou. Shen Zhou was used to his rogue behavior, and said in a cold tone, "Since it's broken, let's cut it off."

"Is it bad, Your Highness, come and check?"

Even the one on Jiang Ling's chest rolled his eyes.

After His Highness the Crown Prince took the ideological and moral education class, he became more and more gentlemanly, and he was strict with himself. He would do two of the homework assigned by Jiang Ling.

Homework, such as copying the 24 filial piety stories or what do you think of this story, is at the level of the third grade of elementary school.However, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince just did it with great joy, spreading flowers like a goddess, and couldn't even stop the car.

Jiang Ling got a headache as soon as he turned over his homework, "This man is too hypocritical. In the end, he said that if it were him, he would go to lie on the ice to beg carps for his majesty. He would not hesitate to do anything, and then he would show his loyalty."

"Is he stupid? I don't like this kind of filial son today." Shen Zhou glanced at him, and then lay back silently, "He likes Xiaoba like that, who can mess around willfully, is also obedient, and is soft and gentle. He admits his mistake and calls him that kind of father. He probably wants to vomit when the crown prince tells him these things."

"Prince Bao Buqi also wants to vomit." Jiang Ling laughed, "What's so good about His Highness the Eighth Prince? I think His Highness the Seventh Prince is the best and the most likable."

His Royal Highness pinched him severely under the blanket, "Don't keep pulling on me."

"I'm all about you, I don't want to get involved with you, and I will do it unintentionally, and I can't do anything about it." Jiang Ling then threw his homework away and moved his fingers, "If you bully me again, I'll just tickle you Already!"

In the end, the Seventh Prince, who should be afraid of his wife, collapsed completely. He smiled until the corners of his eyes were red, and shrank into a small ball, "Go away!"

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support =3=

Let me tell you a joke. Once, my editor, Mr. First Gong, complained that my pseudonym was not funny.

Me: How cute is a name like digging a hole but not filling it

The first attack: how cute! ! !A lot of columns are about digging holes and not filling bastards, I really want to send them to the pit mother.

Me: Hahahahahahahahaha...