I am the poor scholar

It was only when the little emperor showed his ambition that Xiao Yang looked at Xiao Jue squarely.

He was a clever child when he was young, and the first emperor had high hopes for him.

Unfortunately, the first emperor passed away, and when the civil servants were trembling and ready to die at any time to put pressure on King Yan, he was pushed to the throne.He was three years old then.

Although it is said that King Yan who holds the real power is the "emperor", the emperor in this name really reassures civil servants a lot.

If you don't have a name, then you are a traitor.

It's hard to convince the public if the name is not right and the words are not right.

Xiao Yang had a doubt from beginning to end.

Apart from the emperor in name, what support does Xiao Jue have in his hands?

King Yan's minions are all over Bianjing, and they are placed in almost every mansion on West Street.

After a few days, he inquired about the courtiers that Xiao Jue had contacted and had conversations with.

It can be seen from this incident that the little emperor can't do it.

was detected so easily.

The first name is the person with the most frequent visits and the person with the highest official rank.

Xue Wuyi.

Xiao Yang caressed the name, and suddenly snorted coldly.

Where the hell is this Kaifeng governor?

"Chu Cihe." Xiao Yang ordered, "Go to the prison."

Xue Wuyi was also to blame for that frame-up, and eventually he and Meng Zhe were thrown into prison together.

Sky Prison, different from dungeons, is built on the ground and holds serious prisoners.

It seems that in order to leave them with the last dignity, the dungeon was cleaned very clean.

Inside the bars, Xue Wuyi was sitting upright, his clothes were tattered but not messy, even if he was a prisoner, he seemed to maintain the arrogance in his bones.

The warm sunlight that shines through the bars is the only source of light and heat in the dungeon.

Xiao Yang sat on the ground, looking at Xue Wuyi's face.

The moment Xue Wuyi turned his back, Xiao Yang instantly understood Xue Wuyi's attitude.

orthodox.

These literati, pedantic, opinionated, really annoying.

Xiao Yang snorted lightly: "Tell me, what plan do you have with the emperor."

Several days of prison life made Xue Wuyi's cheekbones protrude, and the sense of gloom grew stronger.

He sneered no less than Xiao Yang: "Rebellious officials and thieves."

"Heh." Xiao Yang sat on the straw mat and raised his chin arrogantly, "The emperor is young, so why not let me rule the country?"

The king had no intention of usurping the throne.

Xue Wuyi narrowed his glasses dangerously, his eyes turned to the long sword at Xiao Yang's waist as if he was thinking about the possibility of killing people.

Xiao Yang's patience has never been good, seeing Xue Wuyi's reticent appearance, frost fell in his eyes: "Then the king can only ask the emperor."

"No!" Xue Wuyi seemed to be pinched by a seven-inch snake, and a cold sharp blade shot out from his pupils, and he stood up on the ground, "Your Majesty is the king, the three principles and five constants, do you still have eyes?! How dare you force your majesty to ask!"

Xiao Yang ridiculed: "Say it, or not?"

I saw Xue Wuyi's lips fluttering, and he gritted his teeth violently, as if he was making a choice.

Dust was flying under the warm yellow light, time was passing by little by little, Xiao Yang ran out of patience, and snorted coldly for a while: "Moji."

After saying that, I want to leave.

"Wait!" Xue Wuyi suddenly raised his head, his face looked a bit ferocious, and he was aggrieved, he shouted, "I say!"

"Say." Xiao Yang kept his back to him, without turning his head.

He turned his back to the enemy so confidently, as if he was sure that Xue Wuyi would not sneak attack.

Facts have proved that Xue Wuyi did not intend to sneak attack, he drooped his head, hit the ground heavily with his fist, and said through gritted teeth: "Actually, I already knew Meng Zhe's plan, and I conspired with His Majesty to push the boat along the way and wait for Meng Zhe to On the day he was framed, he opened his mouth to help Meng Zhe."

"Although this move will arouse Meng Zhe's suspicion, as long as His Majesty hides his clumsiness in the later stage, he can still rely on the disguise of the past four years, and I can speak on the side, and he can successfully deceive Meng Zhe. To be honest, the frame, we I don't know if it's true or not, but if His Majesty speaks, Meng Zhe will also suspect the cause of the late emperor's death. At that time..."

Xiao Yang laughed out loud.

What a beautiful and perfect plan.

Do they take everyone else for fools?One and two are so young.

It's easy to guess, it's the lesser of two evils.

Borrowing Meng Zhe's power, he defeated Xiao Yang.

Then with the help of Xue Wuyi, he recharged his energy and regained his power.

"Overestimating one's abilities." Xiao Yang dropped these four words coldly.

Still too young after all.

Meng Zhe, Duan Huaiming, etc., which one is not the best of the best?

-

It was already dusk when Xiao Yang came back from the prison, he simply washed up, and when he went out, he saw Bu Qingyun was reading a book with his chin resting on his hands.

"What are you looking at?" Xiao Yang deliberately softened his voice, but it still sounded hard, which was really embarrassing for him.

He seemed to be trying to learn how to get along and hadn't taunted anyone for days.

Bu Qingyun naturally heard that it was quite pleasant to be treated like this by his sweetheart, and he smiled as soon as he looked up: "It's just a travel book."

As he spoke, he turned a few more pages, roughly speaking at a glance: "I heard that there is a kind of fruit in Penglai..."

After a long while, Bu Qingyun stopped talking again, looked up at Xiao Yang whose hair was still damp, gently curled his lips and stretched out his hand and said, "Let me wipe it for you."

Xiao Yang sat on the chair, and Bu Qingyun stood behind him.

The hair in the palm is soft and thick, passing through the gap of the fingers as if gently stroking, Bu Qingyun lowered his eyes, and found that Xiao Yang's eyelashes and hair were extremely soft.

"I heard you went to the prison today?" Bu Qingyun chatted.

"En." Xiao Yang said, after a while, he repeated what Xue Wuyi said today.

"Pedantic." Bu Qingyun felt the same as Xiao Yang.

"If that's the case..." Bu Qingyun rambled, "The little emperor doesn't seem to be threatening."

Bu Qingyun flipped through the paper on the table today, thought for a moment and said: "The people he is looking for are a group of people who are loyal and have no real thinking. In the end, talking about war on paper is nothing more than that. It seems... ...this little emperor is nothing to be afraid of."

"En." Xiao Yang closed his eyes and listened quietly.

Seemingly able to feel the wetness through the towel, Bu Qingyun gently wiped his hair and said, "I heard that the emperor is familiar with Analects at the age of three?"

"Ah."

The man who has been pretending to be cowardly for a long time, the Taifu who taught him his homework countless times also shook his head again and again, as if he was disappointed.

Bu Qingyun smiled: "I'm afraid the little emperor thinks he's keeping a low profile, but in fact he knows nothing and just uses cowardice as a mask—"

He paused and said slowly, "It's just trash."

Tai Tuo is one of the most knowledgeable Confucians in Daliang. Could it be that Xue Wuyi taught the emperor all the time?

Maybe the little emperor is really smart.

There are those who are self-taught.

But when you can't even fully understand the meaning of the words, self-study?

Just kidding!

The young emperor was kept in the palace like a wild beast, for fear of showing his sharpness and being jealous by others.

One is ignorant of world affairs, and the other is neglecting homework.

When a lion cub is kept in a cage, it will feel arrogant because of the fear of its own kind. However, when it is released into the prairie, it will be accustomed to the habits of humans...

Bu Qingyun sighed: "Too young."

Xiao Yang smiled with his tone of a thousand sails: "It's as if you are how old you are."

"Hey." Bu Qingyun kissed hard, his lips touched the cold skin, his brows were moist with a clean and confident smile, "I'm not very old, but at least I can see the world clearly."

In this world, the sea is clear, the river is clear, the phoenix attracts nine chicks, and the people are healthy and healthy, without worrying about food and drink.

Is it interesting that this group of full-fledged people in the court fight all day long?

Bu Qingyun thinks that there is nothing to do when you are full!

-

What Xiao Jue did in the future also confirmed Bu Qingyun's evaluation of him.

Talk on paper.

High in the air, difficult to put into action.

His ambition can only come true on paper.

-

When Xiao Jue was forced to abdicate, Xiao Yang once saw Xiao Jue once.

He is ten years old.

The young boy was in the bedroom, holding back his tears, and reluctantly let the palace maid take off his dragon robe.

His slender body was straight, and when he saw Xiao Yang coming, he seemed to be pressed a button, his body tensed up suddenly, and he was vigilant: "Why are you here?"

His tone was full of hostility.

Xiao Yang sat down by himself: "Come and see you."

The child's self-esteem was suddenly frustrated, as if he believed that Xiao Yang was here to see his joke, he raised his head coldly and said, "What are you going to do with me? Kill me?"

Green smoke curled up from the incense burner of the wrong golden chi beast.

Xiao Yang said: "You will be the Supreme Emperor."

The Supreme Emperor who is only ten years old.

It will also be the Supreme Emperor who guards the temple.

You can't call slaves, you can't eat delicacies from mountains and seas, and you don't have the power to respond to everyone.

Nothing at all.

Xiao Jue obviously understood this truth, and her eyes were red: "Aren't you afraid that I will make a comeback?"

"Impossible." Xiao Yang said firmly.

How can it be possible to realize the truth in an empty temple that has not been realized after ten years.

And this time, there will be close and extremely careful surveillance.

The moment he became an enemy, Xiao Jue was his opponent, not his nephew.

Keeping him alive is also a way for Xiao Yang to save face for the old minister after careful consideration.

"No." The little emperor gritted his teeth, with a surging fighting spirit in his eyes, "I can come back. I can definitely come back, just wait for me."

"You wait for me."

Xiao Yang gave him a strange look, he really has no brains.

But for people other than Bu Qingyun, he never had patience, and stretched out his hand to grab the boy's face fiercely.

The face is very soft and well-raised.

Xiao Yang moved his left lip, and his tone contained great contempt: "You have no chance."

"You don't step outside the temple."

"You won't see anyone alive."

"You don't feel the sun, and you don't see the moonlight."

The boy's body trembled visibly.

Xiao Yang smiled viciously, but there was a bit of sadness in his heart: "But you will have a copy of "The Analects of Confucius."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the boy roared, tears welling up in his eyes.

The bedroom was filled with the teenager's desperate roars.

-

Xiao Yang walked out of the palace without looking back, the sun was shining brightly, never dispelling the haze of the palace.

These conspiracies and tricks are full of filth, and there are so many disgusting things in the royal family.

The coldness in the palace just now gradually dissipated, Xiao Yang thought of the late emperor, no, what his brother often said: "You are lonely!"

Xiao Yang thought happily at the same time, I am not alone.

The person waiting at the gate of the palace was thin and thin, and seemed to have some joyful thoughts to share. When he saw himself, his eyes lit up.

Xiao Yang softened his demeanor a little, and quickly walked up to him: "What's wrong?"

"Temporary secrecy." Bu Qingyun said mysteriously, "You will know when we arrive."

When the lanterns first came on, on the biggest painting boat, Bu Qingyun said mysteriously: "Close your eyes."

"Okay, you can open your eyes."

The four main streets in the southeast, northwest and north, the bridges of painted boats, traffickers, pawns, dignitaries and high officials all gather on the picture scroll.

The city of Bianjing seems to have been moved to the scroll.

Xiao Yang's heart shook.

It is the scene of peace and happiness in the painting.

This is the real Bianjing.

Bu Qingyun said slowly, "Look, how wonderful this prosperous world is, and the group of people in the court are full of food and have nothing to do. Fighting for this and that every day, is it interesting?"

Xiao Yang stretched his brows and eyes with a smile, and replied in a moment, "It's boring. What's the name of this painting?"

Bu Qingyun was very perfunctory: "Let's take a map of Kyoto."

The author has something to say: Actually, I think that the little emperor and the prince are not in the same rank (cover face)

It is effortless for the prince to beat the emperor, so it is over directly (cover face)

最后一个场景，是看到《清明上河图》才有的脑洞，时机不对什么也不对，就随便起了个名儿，muma~感谢在2020-03-2122:36:35~2020-03-2218:04:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~