The happy life of the devil and the devil

The Zhaoxin Hall was originally used as a side hall for the princes to rest between studies. The regulation is not high. It is five rooms wide and three rooms deep, with red walls and green tiles. Only the high tail on the eaves shows the dignity of the owner. identity of.The whole palace is divided into front and back three entrances. The front hall is where Yuan Shao handles official affairs and summons his trusted officials.Outside the palace is surrounded by a fence about Zhang Xu high, guards on duty are guarding the door, foreign ministers are not allowed to enter without an order.

There are five main rooms in the back hall, and three wing rooms in the east and west rooms.The three rooms in the West Wing were connected, and a huge map was hung. Facing the map, there was only a futon, and there was nothing else.The east wing room is full of stacks of books, and there are more than a dozen half-new and not old wolf pens hanging from the nanmu pens. The four treasures of the study are not simple, and they have nothing to do with luxury.Except for the stone room used as the martial arts hall, the East Wing is where Ling Yucheng spends most of his time. If he has spare time, he will often sit on the small couch by the window with a book for half an hour.

Hearing Yuan Shao's voice at this time, Ling Yucheng raised his head from the book with a surprised expression, "Accept him as a disciple?"

"I see that you and this child are also quite destined." Yuan Shao sat leisurely opposite him, his tone calm, as if he was just talking about the smallest thing, "Teach me well, he will have a lot of love in the future." I will also think of your benefits when I have a future, and it is not in vain that you saved him before."

"...If Your Majesty wants me to take care of the little prince's daily life, I dare not resign." After thinking for a while, Ling Yucheng bowed his head slightly, with a calm and firm tone, "If your Majesty orders me to be the prince's teacher, forgive me for being ignorant and afraid to accept orders .”

There was a moment of silence.After about three or four breaths, Yuan Shao's unbelievable voice sounded: "You don't want to? I thought you—"

When Xiao Shiyi was seriously ill that day, he saw Ling Yucheng's eyes staring at the child with his own eyes: sympathy, gentleness and pity, and there was something inexplicable but deeper in it.It wasn't until late at night that he recalled what he had seen during the day in a half-dream and half-awake that he suddenly superimposed that look with other things before:

"Third, after I die, I will not be buried in the imperial mausoleum, will not enter the ancestral temple, and will not be sacrificed."

"I just want them to have a refuge after death. Even if they don't have family members, they won't become lonely ghosts..."

Just being a biological child who inherits the bloodline is already a happiness that Ling Yucheng will never have and is not allowed to have in his whole life.

When he asked Ling Yucheng to accept Xiao Shiyi as his disciple, he thought that Ling Yucheng would at least feel relieved—however, the refusal came so firmly and without hesitation.

"I thought you liked this child." I thought he would want a child who could at least be properly raised and taught... "When Xiao Shi was sick, you looked at him, and it didn't look like he was completely indifferent."

Ling Yucheng almost wanted to laugh for a moment, entrusting his own son to outsiders, in Yuan Shao's view, is it such an easy thing?However, this thought just flashed across his heart, his face became solemn, and he lowered his head respectfully:

"Your Majesty wants a minister to teach the little prince, what will the prince think?"

"What can he think? He is already a prince..." Yuan Shao's eyes sharpened sharply, "Besides, if he thinks wildly about this matter, he is not worthy of being my prince! Why, this is what you are worried about?— —Then what is the difference between taking care of his daily life and taking him as a disciple?"

"I don't ask questions about important matters of the country, and the previous agreement between the minister and His Majesty does not include participation in such matters." Hearing such a few decisive answers from him, Ling Yucheng's heart turned cold, and his face was almost stern when he spoke.His Xuanjiawei was not used to get involved in the battle for the reserve position, or to sharpen the crown prince! "If you want to take care of the prince's diet and daily life, your majesty was worried about the little prince's daily life, and the minister shared the worries for your majesty, that's all. As for the scruples, why should the minister be scruples when acting according to the order?"

If he had just come to Beiliang, he might not have dared to say this, but after more than half a year, the fiefdom has been initially consolidated, and with Xuanjiawei in his hands, he will not be afraid of trouble even if he doesn't cause trouble—if there is a big trouble, he will naturally Arrange retreats for the subordinates, so as not to affect these personal guards who have no complaints or regrets.

Yuan Shao looked at him fixedly, his expression half angry and half helpless.Ling Yucheng's thoughts were indeed reasonable, and he responded respectfully and calmly, leaving room for him in his words, and he couldn't find any faults.What's more, it is not the way to extend teachers because others refuse to be their children's teachers.After much deliberation, I could only sigh half-jokingly: "You don't think you can't see my son, do you?"

"The little prince is young, and his aptitude is not yet discernible, so how can he be regarded as not?" Ling Yucheng shook his head lightly, "If his talent is really outstanding in the future, even if His Majesty doesn't mention it, I still ask His Majesty to accept this. Apprentice. When the time comes, His Majesty should not say that he is reluctant, or that he has already handed him over to someone else."

"You——" Yuan Shao was a little unhappy at first, but he laughed when he heard the last sentence, "So you take care of him and occupy the seat first?... Forget it, since you have no scruples, just take care of Gu Xiaoshi Bar."

"The minister complies with the order—"

On that day, Yuan Shao decreed to move the residence of the eleven princes from the Jianing Palace to the Jiaming Palace.

Although the Jiaming Palace is located in the rear court, it is different from the Jianing Palace in the northwest corner of the secluded palace. This palace is only separated from the former court by a wall.Go out from Jiaming Gate, step across the dividing line from the front to the back palace, and walk a few steps forward to the right side of Zhaoxin Hall, the Jinshen Hall, a side hall bestowed by Yuan Shao to Ling Yucheng for administration.

Therefore, when the eleventh prince, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was led by the female officer and sent out of the Jiaming Gate, and handed over to the chief eunuch specially sent by Yuan Shao, to be brought into the Jinshen Hall, all Ling Yucheng's subordinates tried their best to keep their faces as low as possible, so as not to His own face was too surprised.

Ling Yucheng's expression was the same as usual, and when the chief steward led the little prince to him, he waved his hand to stop the two of them from saluting, and said to He Liu who was standing beside him: "You choose a group of people to follow the little prince, and go to Jiaming gate every day to pick him up. , return at the end of the year. All eating and drinking utensils must be inspected in advance, inspection and delivery must be accompanied by two people, and they are not allowed to separate. In the hall, except for confidential places, the little prince can play at will, and no less than two people are allowed at any time. Just watch it personally, just don’t let him fall and get hurt—understand?”

"Subordinates obey!" He Liu agreed loudly, turned around and ran to make arrangements.The manager bowed to leave, Ling Yucheng looked down, the little guy was dressed in brocade clothes, a golden crown on his head, and a shining gold collar hanging on his chest. Red and white.Perhaps it was the first time in his life that he left the care of nurses and nurses, and stood alone in front of many strangers, with a somewhat at a loss look on his face, but he didn't show any signs of timidity - after all, he was a child who had lost his mother since childhood. After many twists and turns, he, an outsider, was actually asked to worry about it.

Thinking of this, my heart softened a bit, and I beckoned him to come over.The little prince stepped forward in response, stopped three steps away in front of Ling Yucheng, and bowed in a dignified way: "Lang'er has seen His Highness—"

Ling Yucheng raised his eyebrows almost invisible, and stretched out his hand to help him. "Get up. Do you know who I am?"

"The lady officer said that Your Highness is the one who rescued Lang'er from the water earlier." The three or four-year-old boy's voice was soft and tender, and he looked up at Ling Yucheng with a pair of dark eyes that were clear to the bottom, "Ma'am He also said that when he saw His Highness, he would thank him for saving his life—" He took a step back and bowed down again.

"Just call me an adult from now on." Ling Yucheng nodded lightly, his expression softened a bit, he called the little guy to lean against him, and pointed to the five guards assigned to him: "They will always follow you, You can find them if you want anything and eat. You can run around in this yard, except for the room where I meet people to do business, you can enter any other room you want, and you can play whatever you want—go.” Seeing the little child politely leave, Ling Yucheng felt relieved, looked away from the door, and began to deal with official documents as usual.

How does it feel to have a little child running around in front of you?

Ling Yucheng never knew.

When I was a child, I went to study with the palace, surrounded by a group of boys, big and small, the older ones were only in their teens, and the younger ones were only five or six years old.Boys from common people's families are so skinny at this age that people hate dogs. What's more, these children, from princes and grandchildren to princes and princes, are all precious, sir, bow your head to drink saliva Kung Fu can pour half inkstone's ink on other people's stools.For a child like Ling Yucheng who came from a bad family background and had no one to support him, in the first few years, if he came home with clean clothes and no bruises or swelling on his face, it would be like the sun coming out from the north.

Don't ever see such things as children again——Ling Yucheng, who fought his way through the scientific examination and was finally able to come out to be an official, let out a big sigh of relief.

In the following ten years of fighting, there was no such troublesome and fragile creature that could not be picked up and pumped to bother him anymore.In Beijiang Daying, such things as "children" are almost a combination of "orphans under comrades in arms" and "little guys from resident households" to him.The former is nothing more than asking about daily life when patrolling the past, occasionally stroking the fine hair on the little boy's head, at most, sitting down and drinking a bowl of water in other people's homes, and at the same time allowing those younger brothers or sons of the deceased to try to pull his skirt up climb.The latter is easier to deal with. Trespassers in the barracks are very important. He just needs to look at the road when riding his horse across the street, and don't step on the children running around in the street.

Therefore, when Ling Yucheng discovered that the child whom Yuan Shao forced over him neither ran around nor jumped up and down when he was reviewing official documents, let alone he had to resist the urge to pick it up and think about what to do. Returning the brat to the kid's father felt like God had finally opened his eyes.

—he was wrong!

No. 11 times to listen, the outside is still quiet, no different from the usual daytime, Ling Yucheng finally sighed to himself, threw a pen and got up.

"Your Highness, you can't go here..." "Your Highness, this is not for playing with..." "Your Highness, don't climb trees..." This kind of dissuasion is good with a low voice, or children screaming and laughing, throwing things and tearing things up. As for the noise of the paper, he had made enough preparations to endure it, thinking that it would make the whole hall noisy, but until now he couldn't hear it at all.That golden and precious little prince seemed to be a collective illusion of all of them.

What the hell is that kid doing?

Ling Yucheng walked slowly to the door, and there was a group of small figures squatting under the tree on the right side of the yard, staring down at the ground, resting their chin on one hand and resting on their feet with the other.The two guards next to him stood up straight like nails, with their right hands holding their swords and their left hands sticking to the side of their legs, staring at the child squatting under the tree without blinking. , just don’t let him fall and hurt him” was ordered.With such a standard sentry action, each of his personal guards can easily stand for four hours without shaking, and pay attention to everything around him so that the enemy will not touch the sentry... to protect a three or four-year-old There is more than enough for little ones.

Dedicated to his duties, vigilant and high-spirited, he is worthy of being his personal guard chosen by thousands of people.It's just that this picture is an eyesore no matter how you look at it.

"What are you looking at?" Taking a few steps closer, Ling Yucheng stood beside the little guy, looking down along his line of sight.Under the tree, there is nothing but grass, and there must be something else, that is, two wild flowers with flower buds—no matter how Ling Yucheng is, he doesn’t think this is worth the little prince’s watching for a long time without moving.

"My lord!" The little prince jumped up reflexively, probably his legs and feet were numb from squatting for too long, he staggered, and threw himself on Ling Yucheng, grabbing his lapel for a long time before he stood up straight again.Ling Yucheng watched him flopping about with his sleeves folded, and at a glance, except for some wrinkles on the skirt, there was no dust or grass. Looking carefully, the child's small palms were clean and a piece of porcelain white, and he didn't play with dirt or sand at all. After tossing for a long time.

"Sorry..." The child lowered his head, his ears were dyed red quickly, and his voice was soft and thin.Ling Yucheng couldn't help but knelt down and rubbed his hair, "It's nothing. Do you like watching this?"

"Nope...no one is playing..."

J "Why don't you let them play with you?"

"...Is it possible?"

The small body is leaning against the bosom, without the slightest weight, but like a warm cotton flower, with a soft and fresh fragrance of sunshine.I really want to hold him in my arms and rub her hard... Ling Yucheng let go of his hands calmly, and stood up straight again.

"Of course, and you can play with everything in this yard."

From this day on, the young eleventh prince stayed in Jinshentang.Ling Yucheng watched calmly, and saw that the little prince came to him sooner or later to say hello, sometimes he squatted under the tree to watch the ants move, he took a small shovel to pile sand and dig the soil, and sometimes he took the guards who accompanied him with him. Playing with balls, kicking shuttlecocks—although the guards obeyed Ling Yucheng's orders and obeyed the little prince's demands, this child never randomly took books and utensils in the room as toys, let alone Ordinary children cry and pester others like that, playing tricks and playing tricks.

After half a month like this, Ling Yucheng occasionally had a whim, and asked him to come over to teach a few words and dictate a few sentences of "Sun Tzu's Art of War" during the interval between handling official duties.The little guy snuggled up to his side and listened to the lecture quietly. Afterwards, he retreated to his room and took the Four Treasures of the Study to copy stroke by stroke.Although the handwriting was immature, Ling Yucheng patiently taught his little hand a few times, and it didn't take long for the handwriting to look a little bit, at least recognizable what the characters are, and it won't look like a pile of ink blobs at a glance.

The author has something to say: hell, I lost half a chapter when I revised it