The happy life of the devil and the devil

People who travel frequently have the experience that even when they arrive home, they will always have a feeling of "the journey is not over" if their bags are not unpacked and the dust has not been washed.I have to wait until I have a quick shower, wash and dry the dirty clothes, and put away all the things I brought back, before I can breathe a sigh of relief and return to the normal rhythm of life.

There are a large group of well-trained guards, so Ling Yucheng doesn't need to worry about tidying up the house.Early the next morning after returning to the city, the entire Miyagi city was extremely busy with the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the evening. Ling Yucheng still went to the Jinshen Hall to be a council member. At just the right time, a four or five-year-old boy was led by the guards as usual. came in.

"grown ups--"

"Your Highness, please be courteous."

Ever since he was entrusted to his care, the eleventh prince would come to him every day to say hello, and then he would be led out of the main hall by the guards to play whatever he liked outside.Ling Yucheng raised his hand to help, and turned his eyes around the little prince, making sure that his whole body was tidied up, that there was no bump or bump, and that there was no sign of hunger, cold or illness on his face, so he nodded, it was over. This ceremony:

"go to play."

His gaze fell back to the paper in front of him, he brushed the paper and concentrated on writing.After writing two lines, the pattering footsteps of the child did not go away. Ling Yucheng raised his head again, his gaze met the little prince standing there, and he couldn't help being slightly startled.

I haven't seen him for nearly three months. At first glance, the child still looks like the pink and jade in his memory. When he looks carefully, his face is not as rosy and smooth as before he left. He stands there and looks up at him. , with a look of wanting to get close but not daring.Thinking of how he pretended to be angry and left the palace that day, and the child was left in the palace without knowing anything, his heart softened, he put down his pen and got up, and stretched out a hand to him:

"come over."

"grown ups--"

The soft and immature body almost flew over in response to the sound.Ling Yucheng lowered his head and looked at the eleventh prince, who was supposed to be golden and noble, but was so cute that he felt sorry for him. He saw the little baby clinging to his knees, trembling slightly, restraining himself not to rush into his arms, but He didn't realize that his little hand was already tightly grasping the hem of his skirt.She raised her head and stared at him without blinking, her eye sockets were already slightly red in just a moment.

"My lord, don't want me... Lang'er is very good..."

After all, it was a child, and as he spoke, tears fell down his cheeks. While weeping, he continued to speak intermittently, but he didn't make any inconsistencies. I don't know how long he buried these words in his heart:

"Lang'er is obedient...knows how to write well...I can also recite the grandson's art of war taught by my lord...my lord, don't want Lang'er..."

The young boy Yiyi lay on his knees, crying and talking in a clear and soft voice, half attachment and half fear, Ling Yucheng caressed the soft hair on his shoulder, his heart was full of sourness and softness.He regained his composure, but instead of taking the little prince into his arms to comfort him, he pressed his palm hard on his shoulder, pushing the little body that was snuggled up half a foot:

"Stand up straight," he said coldly, mercilessly whispering, "Don't cry!"

After being pushed and drank like this, the little prince instinctively raised his chest and raised his head, even crying back in fright.Seeing him stop sobbing, Ling Yucheng softened his expression and asked slowly: "You said just now that I taught your grandson the art of war, and you know how to recite it?"

"Yes..." He replied in a low voice like a gnat.

"louder please!"

"Yes!"

"Recite it to me."

"It is... soldiers, the great affairs of the country, the place of life and death, the way of survival and death, you must pay attention to it... one is the way, the other is the sky, and the third is the earth..."

The child's voice was stuttering, stumbling, and some sentences were clearly wrong, but Ling Yucheng's expression became more and more serious.Sun Wuzi's thirteen chapters, the first one is only more than 400 words, which is already considered difficult for a four or five-year-old child, not to mention that he just taught it casually at the time, and didn't take it seriously at all... However, this child It was clearly memorized by rote, but I still memorized the first chapter abruptly!

In a daze, he seemed to travel through more than ten years and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and saw the self who had just entered the palace to study with him.

He obviously couldn't understand the lessons in class, and was even at a loss as to what the teacher was talking about, but he already tried his best to study and memorize... just because he instinctively knew that this was the only chance for him to change his destiny and get ahead. Whatever the price, it must be seized.

At that time, he was an orphan with no father and no mother, and he was despised by others with an empty title, and everyone in the palace bullied him; and the child in front of him, he was the only prince still in the palace. There are only a handful of dignitaries in the majestic palace, but they have to do their best to pursue this chance...

Ling Yucheng finally raised his hand gently, and hugged the little prince's immature body into his arms.

"Good boy."

In the tone, there was a gentle love and compassion that I didn't realize.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Jiaming Palace where the eleventh prince lived was turned upside down.

The eunuch guarding the gate of the palace was almost scrambling and pushed aside.Ling Yucheng led the eleventh prince, and stepped in first with a cold face; behind, two rows of black-clothed soldiers drove straight in with long sticks in their hands, and stood neatly facing each other at the bottom of the steps, forcing a bedroom where the young prince lived, to stand out. A bit like Sen Luo Dian.

"Who is in charge here?"

Ling Yucheng sat on the top chair in front of the eaves of Jiaming Palace, hugged the eleventh prince by his knees, and asked in a deep voice.The whole Jiaming Palace was up and down, including three or forty eunuchs and maids, all of whom had already been driven in front of them. Needless to say, just looking at the murderous look of a group of black-clothed soldiers, most of them trembled like sifting chaff.

"Slave servant, female official in charge of the Jiaming Palace, kowtow to your lord."

"Slaves... chief eunuch... Li, Li Dezhong... kowtow, kowtow, you can see it... lord... lord..."

The attitudes of a man and a woman who came out and knelt down were different. It seemed that the 20-year-old female official in charge of the palace bowed calmly and gracefully, but the middle-aged eunuch who claimed to be the chief eunuch was shaking his upper and lower teeth, shrinking on the ground, unable to speak. can not say it clearly.Ling Yucheng glanced at the two, then lowered his head and stroked the little prince's soft hair, and asked softly:

"Is she the 'female officer' you mentioned?"

"Yes!"

"Did she tell you to call me 'Sir'?"

"Yes, the lady officer said I should be called..."

"Is she the one who taught you to recite?"

The little child obviously hesitated for a moment, cast a glance down the steps, and then tried to shake his head: "It was taught by adults—" Then he pursed his lips tightly, with a look of "I have to answer no matter what you ask" Small.

If it had been a few months ago, Ling Yucheng would have seen this slightly stubborn look, and he would have had to get up and leave, but now he feels pitiful and cute.He pondered for a while, and no longer asked about it, but inadvertently brought up a crucial topic:

"Who did your highness hear that I don't want your highness anymore?"

While speaking, he lowered his head and looked at the little prince in front of his knees with a soft expression, but from the corner of his eye he cared about the man and woman under the steps.The woman who claimed to be the female official in charge of the palace was a little nervous when she heard the words, but she didn't look guilty; the other eunuch... well, he couldn't be more flustered.

"Yes, yes..." Xu Shi recalled the panic and grievance when he heard this discussion again, the little prince's eyes were watery, and finally he did not stop.Looking around in Ling Yucheng's arms, he suddenly pointed down: "They!"

"Come on, tell me who it is." Ling Yucheng stood up, took the eleventh prince's little hand and walked down the court steps, while deliberately following the child's small steps, "Show me—"

Every time the little finger clicked, one by one maids or eunuchs would be pushed out of the crowd by the black-clothed guards, and they would fall to their knees under the escort.After walking around in a blink of an eye, Ling Yucheng saw that the little prince could no longer point out anyone, so he led him back to sit in front of the eaves, and when he looked at the female officer in charge of the palace who had never moved before the steps, his voice became louder. It has become milder.

"Raise your head." He turned his head slightly and glanced at the little prince, "You taught him to recite?"

"The servant is just helping the prince repeat his homework, how dare he say the word 'teach'?"

Such a respectful response finally made Ling Yucheng nod his head, and raised his hand to let her stand up: "You are fine. ——In the past few months, has His Highness Jiaming cheated, played tricks, obeyed others, and refused to obey discipline without effort?"

Xiuya's long eyelashes flashed quickly, and in the tense breath below, the woman in Tsing Yi stood up gracefully, and calmly bowed again:

"My lord, there is no such person among the maids under the control of slaves."

A sigh of relief.Although Ling Yucheng didn't dare to speak loudly because Ling Yucheng was sitting on it, it was obvious that the standing postures of the big and small palace ladies were much more relaxed.

"What about the rest?"

Perhaps the atmosphere was a little more relaxed, and when Ling Yucheng looked over, the chief eunuch Li Dezhong, who was trembling and paralyzed on the ground, got strength from nowhere, straightened his spine and raised his voice.

"My lord, the eunuchs Liu Gou'er, Zhang Debao, and Qian Shun are very lazy. They only know how to talk back and talk back!"

"The servant did not—"

"Injustice—"

The throats of several male ducks rose at the same time.Ling Yucheng frowned slightly, and the two guards on the left and right took a step forward at the same time, humming softly.The murderous aura that had been tempered on the battlefield was about to pass, and the faces of the eunuchs who had been named were pale, and they collapsed on the ground without daring to say a word.

"Your Highness." Ling Yucheng tilted his head slightly with a look that hurt his eyes even if he looked down, and lowered his head to ask the little prince who was snuggling on his lap: "Do you recognize these people?...Did you see them being lazy, Arguing with people, you tell them to do things and don't listen?"

"...No..." The eleventh prince tried his best to recall, and shook his head blankly under the expectant or terrified eyes.Suddenly his eyes lit up slightly: "Ah, this person! I remember the female officer scolded him once, saying that he ran out secretly—" Turning her head and looking down, the female officer in charge of the hall nodded affirmatively in his expectant eyes.

"Okay." Ling Yucheng pressed slightly on his shoulder, raised his hand, and the maids and eunuchs in front of him were immediately driven to the two sides.Only those who were pointed out before, saying that they were talking privately about Ling Yucheng's "don't want the eleventh prince", or those who sneaked out were untouched, knelt in a daze, and an eunuch looked around, trying to keep up The team was immediately drawn back to the field by the black-clothed guards with sticks.

"These servants can't stay anymore. ——Drag on, stick to death."

As soon as he said a word, blood spattered.

The punishment stick in the army depends on the stick, not on the execution.Therefore, each stick was hit firmly, hitting the buttocks, legs and other places directly. One stick down would cause the skin to be ripped apart, and after a few more strokes, every time the stick was lifted, the wounds would show white stubble.The people on the steps were wailing and wailing, so cruel that it was not human-like. The two executioners looked at Ling Yucheng's face, and then moved the stick up two feet. After more than a dozen sticks were lowered, the cry of the victim changed from sharp to low, and gradually fell down. He didn't move on the ground, someone dragged him away immediately, and another person pushed him under the stick.

It didn't take long for the eunuchs and maids who were watching the cane to be tortured into a ball, and the sound of vomiting kept coming and going, and gradually a foul smell came along with the wind.

Ling Yucheng focused all his attention on the little prince beside his lap.The child leaned against him and looked down, his small body was trembling, but he never fell limp to the ground. Instead, he clenched his teeth and straightened his back more and more—from the first fall of the stick, to the moment when the last person lost his breath and was killed. After being dragged away, not only did he stand on his own feet from the beginning to the end, he didn't even shed a tear!

Watching the last corpse disappear in front of him, Ling Yucheng turned the eleventh prince close to his body, lowered his head and stared into his eyes, his voice and expression were unprecedentedly solemn:

"You—are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

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