The happy life of the devil and the devil

After recovering from a serious illness, he went out to blow the cold wind for a whole day. Although Yuan Shao used his inner strength to take care of him in time, Ling Yucheng was soaked in the medicinal soup when he came back from Zichen Palace, and then he lay down for a whole day.People in his twenties are like this. Those aged elders stand in the wind all day long, kneel and worship on an empty stomach, and receive a cold feast. Twenty or thirty fell ill.

Therefore, every year when the winter solstice ends, the business of the major medical clinics in the capital will increase several times.The princes and nobles naturally scrambled to invite the imperial doctor, and if there was a family with a high status and a dignified family, it was His Majesty's grace, who specially pointed the imperial doctor to come to see him.Even Yang Qiu was sent by Yuan Shao casually to Xingwuwei Shen's house because he happened to be speaking in front of the imperial court, to visit the old man Shen who was of the same generation as King Chu.

Although he wanted to say "I'm from Xuanjiawei and I don't travel abroad", Yang Qiu went to the door honestly and chatted with the old man in accordance with the holy order.When I came back to return to my life, I saw a long row of imperial doctors squatting in the row of the main hall, chattering and chatting about how this old man got a cold and was bedridden, and that old man was healthy and healthy this time, but he was fine this time, etc. The information that Yuan Shao chatted with the prince sitting on the side when it was passed to the imperial court was also the recent physical condition of these dignitaries in the capital.

"Zuozhu Guozong made the adults energetic. When the son went, he took the son to run twice and let him go after shooting a pot of arrows. Chu Wangshu is also fine, and the imperial doctor left a prescription If you want to eat, you can take one dose, and if you don’t want to eat, you can drink more ginger soup. However, Lord Namlong of Hubenwei is not very good. Father kowtows, thanking father for his kindness and pointing to the imperial doctor..."

"Is he bad? He should be bad." Yuan Shao snorted coldly.Isn't it just bypassing him and sending the relief directly to the leaders?Isn't it just that a group of officials have been sent to take charge of the work-for-relief matters?Lying on the bed and unable to get up after a little cold, is it for him, the emperor, or for whom?

Wouldn't he know how to read the pulse case when he was an emperor?snort.

The crown prince bowed his head silently.It is said that Hubenwei is also the family of Empress Yuan, one of the few big clans in the Tie Le tribe, not to mention as prestigious as the family of Empress Xianzong and the current Hussar Guards, at least compared to Xuanjiawei, who was favored by the father, it should be Exactly.However... Speaking of this year's summer and autumn battle, what happened to Huben Wei made people cry and saddened when they saw it.

They were the ones who ruined the territory the worst, they were the ones who lost half of the land, and they were the ones who turned all the towns and villages in the war zone into ruins. The main force is still them.Regardless of military strength, wealth, and heavy losses, no one dared to recognize the number one when Huben Wei recognized him as the second.

But speaking of military achievements, Jianmen Pass was brought down by Ling Yucheng's men, and it was undoubtedly the first victory of this battle.That's not to mention, Xuanjiawei still had enough room for Xiaowuwei to follow up later, giving them half of the credit for nothing.Xiongwuwei came here to help purely by order, as long as the overall victory is won, there is no shame.Lin Lin summed it up in the end, the least impressive performance in this battle was actually Tiger Benwei!

When the news of successfully capturing Jianmen Pass came, the crown prince, who was a guest in the manor's mansion, saw Namlong swaying with his own eyes, and spit blood out of anger on the spot.

Let the Tiger Guards fight hard on the frontal battlefield to attract the main force of the enemy, and the Xuanjia Guards go around to the back to fight a beautiful battle...Your Majesty, your eccentricity is not so eccentric!The glory of the lives of the [-] descendants of my family, co-authored is to give your new favorite a stepping stone!

The head of the country was in tears, and he didn't dare to say a word. The crown prince sat next to him and felt sorry for him.

That's fine.Later Xuanjiawei provoked the hussars, he always thought that his father would be furious, but who knew that he only wanted to punish him, and then he favored him even more.That's not to mention, even Little Eleven got a little more attention from his father, these days he went in and out of his father's bedroom every day...

Even he was not treated like this back then.

Thinking about it was still a bit tasteful, so I couldn't help but plead for Namlong: "Father, Hubenwei this time... was not a crime of war, and the loss was really heavy..." If you can give them a little more, you should give them more. A little bit.

"Didn't I help the people?" Yuan Shao's voice was flat.According to the rules of Beiliang, after a victory in a battle, [-]% to [-]% of the gains will go to the royal family, and the rest will be divided among the armies according to their performance in the battle.When cleaning the battlefield, whoever snatches it counts, but when it comes to peace talks like this, it is all in the hands of the emperor. How much Hubenwei can get... It's tears.

Glancing at the prince who was sitting on the side, Yuan Shao secretly sighed, and patiently taught this son: "The reason why my Yuan family can occupy the throne of Daliang is because among the eight tribes of Tie Le, the Yuan family is at least Can control the power of the five tribes; and the combination of the eight tribes of Tie Le can firmly suppress any tribes of Xi, Dingling, Naiman, and Bohai. However, controlling power through the chiefs of each tribe in this way is not as good as Yuxia's universal power. In the land of the king, the people are directly loyal to the monarch.

Therefore, when I abolished fiefdoms and established counties and counties, I wanted to slowly withdraw the military power held by the tribes, instead of only knowing that there were tribes but not that there was an emperor, and that the throne would be shaken immediately if there were changes in the tribes.Now that the Huben Guard is weak, I sent people to use the indemnity handed over by Yu Xia to buy food and grass, and ordered local officials to organize the people to build city walls and roads, and to use work for relief, which means gradually subtly.Even though Namlong is the leader of an army, can he stop me from sending people to help the people? "

That kind of tribe that relies on the old and sells the old, and I don't even pay attention to it, it's better to gather it together... Why can't you understand such an upright conspiracy?

Thinking of Ling Yucheng's proposal and detailed plan for relief with work, Yuan Shao felt annoyed again.This is only a few years behind, this one can agree with his thinking without opening his mouth, and the other one is still struggling!

What is your foundation, what can you rely on, could it be them?

"Hu Benwei is after all a big clan of our Tie Le tribe. When it's time to beat, beat it, and when it's time to give favors, it should also be kind. Since Namlong is ill, you will send a message to the Tai Hospital to give some medicinal materials."

"My son understands!"

Seeing the prince leave, Yuan Shao took a sip of his tea and rubbed between his brows with a headache.Since his enlightenment, this son has been well-matched from the prince Fu to the prince Fu. Since the establishment of the prince, he often takes him with him to listen to the government. It is said that his education can be regarded as caring.This kid has always had good evaluations in terms of civil and martial arts, and his performance when he was in charge of the country was quite satisfactory-but why is his ability so poor?

After all, it is still not enough.All the emperors of Great Liang, the ancestors, the father, and he were all the sons of the empress Yuan, born as the heirs of the country, overlooking the world.This child was born by a palace man. Later, the eldest son of the concubine died, and the soul of the Empress Yuan also returned to the spring. Only then did the eldest son of the concubine fall into his eyes, and finally became the crown prince.A concubine who was not registered until he was in his teens, in terms of bearing, could never be compared with the eldest son.

Thinking back carefully, he didn't care about it at that time.When this child landed, he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he studied and practiced martial arts every day. In addition, his father had just promised him that he would go out and travel in a low-level suit when he had achieved martial arts achievements, and he was eager to try.A tiny little thing just hugged him and said it was his son, but it really didn't feel anything.All dynasties in the country have always valued sons, and he has seriously looked forward to the eldest son born after the Yuan Dynasty, but it is a pity that he died early again...

Forget it, teach it slowly.How can he be an emperor for decades? It won't be a problem. It took him 20 years to teach by precept and example, and he taught it no matter what.

After thinking about it, she was still a little annoyed. After finishing today's paperwork, she got up and went back to the dormitory.The hall was quiet, and the one-foot-long lantern tassels were blown loudly in the corridor. Yuan Shao paused, suddenly remembering that Ling Yucheng's illness has gradually recovered in the past few days. Although he is not allowed to leave the palace, he can already go back to the side hall director.

There was nothing left or right, Yuan Shao turned around and went straight to Jinshen Hall.There was no commotion in the hall, and the black-clothed guards on duty knelt down silently when they saw him coming.Stepping into the main hall, the door of the east room was closed tightly, and Xiao Shiyi was sitting under the window of the west room, with his arms bent and his wrists hanging, his small face was firm, and he was holding his breath and exerting force on the tracing notebook on the table.

Yuan Shao made a gesture to silence the guards, walked over lightly, and watched intently across the Duobao Pavilion.The furniture used by the little guy is obviously specially made. For four or five-year-old children, the height of the chair is just right, and it doesn't look empty at all. There is no one to lean on.There are a few short pen holders hanging on the pen holder, together with the inkstone and brush washers on the table, all small and exquisite, without any decoration, but they are of extremely fine material at a glance.

Looking carefully again, the little guy's back is straight, his head is slightly bowed, his left hand is pressing the paper gently, and the pen is already holding the pen.Yuan Shao took two steps deliberately, and then took a bamboo pen holder from Duobao Pavilion and threw it on the ground. Xiao Shiyi paused in his hand, but he didn't even turn his head, still concentrating on the stroke. A pen falls on the paper.

Doing the math, Ling Yucheng accepted this child as his disciple just before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and deducted the days of big hunting, accidents, illnesses, and taking him by his side to teach, it would only take more than a month.In such a short period of time, in his impression, he was still an immature toddler, but he already looked like a young adult.

I don't know when the depression before coming here has disappeared.Yuan Shao smiled slightly, stepped into the west room, and called out: "Lang'er."

The little guy turned his head in response.But he was not in a hurry to salute, he put the writing brush in his hand carefully on the pen rest, then jumped off the chair, respectfully bowed down on the ground: "I bow to my father!"

"Get up.—Are you writing?"

"En!" The little guy nodded vigorously.After clicking, I thought it was wrong, blinked my eyes twice, and smiled brightly: "Father, wait a moment, my son still has two pages of big characters to write, it will be done in a while~~~" See Yuan Shao clicked Nodding his head, he ran back to his seat with a patter, and for a moment he looked serious again.

After all, he was still young, so he, the father, was left alone.Yuan Shao couldn't help laughing, he found a seat beside him casually, and took the red notebook on the table to look through it.After all, it hasn’t been long since I started practicing calligraphy, and the handwriting on it is better than cat paws and dog footprints, but it is written carefully. The last few books are stable, horizontal and vertical from beginning to end. The look of being impetuous and scribbled.

After finishing writing the two pages of large characters, Yuan Shao hugged the youngest son on his lap, stroked his soft black hair absently, and listened to him pointing to the red circle on the notebook, muttering that it was circled by the master, The master praised him so much for the good writing there.The voice is crisp and tender, with a kind of carefree cheerfulness, just listening to it makes people want to smile from the bottom of their hearts.

"Is that so... Are these words approved by your master?"

"Of course! Master approves it every day! Hmm..." After thinking for a while, he flipped through a few pages, "Master didn't approve it for a few days when he was ill, but it was approved as soon as he recovered!" With a proud face Pointing to the densely packed red circles on the notebook, "Master said that Lang'er wrote very well!"

After flipping through it, the handwriting became more and more stable.No one is watching and urging, and he can write stroke by stroke calmly, and he really deserves this compliment.Yuan Shao patted his little head lovingly, "What else did your master teach you?"

"Master taught me how to read!" The child's warm body was nestled in his arms, and the two calves were hanging down neatly, without kicking wildly. "Lang'er recite it to the emperor?"

After saying a good word, the little guy jumped off his knees, turned around, with his palms on his legs, his little head raised high.While reciting aloud, he stared at his face without blinking an eye, that kind of obedient look expecting a compliment from him, it was pitiful and cute.

"In the beginning of human beings, their nature is good, their natures are similar, their habits are far apart..."

Yuan Shao listened quietly with a smile.Although it is just a simple three-character classic, it is not easy for a child who has only been enlightened for two or three months to recite it so fluently.He stopped after hearing that he had memorized a third of the time. Yuan Shao casually tested a few sentences, and found that the little guy was gesticulating and telling the stories one by one, and he was completely satisfied. point.

Looking at the child's well-behaved, self-controlled but innocent appearance, I imagine that Ling Yucheng must treat him with strictness and love, and he has spent a lot of effort on his upbringing.Thinking about it, he took the child's warm little hand, leaned over and said with a smile, "Where's your master?"

"Master is writing over there—" Pointing to the east room without hesitation, Yuan Shao got up to leave, but his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he looked down, the little guy was pulling the back of his robe, and hesitantly bowed his head. Softly:

"Father, when master is writing, no one is allowed to enter..."

That is to say, Jinshentang's silent appearance is not only because there is nothing to make noise, but also because Ling Yucheng is writing?Yuan Shao leaned over and touched his youngest son's tender cheeks, then simply leaned over and hugged him:

"Your master won't let Father Emperor go in."

Raising his hand and pushing open the closed door in the east room, Ling Yucheng was indeed writing. Seeing him coming in, he raised his head and called "Your Majesty", put down his pen and got up.For a moment Yuan Shao wanted to laugh: Just now the youngest son carefully put down the pen first, and then jumped down to salute him, his every move was exactly the same as that of the person in front of him, he really taught it by himself!

"Are you writing?" He walked towards the table and asked with a casual smile.A volume of books was spread out on the table, the snow-white plain paper was dripping with ink, and the top one had just been half written.Pick it up and have a look, it is not the art of war or battle example he thought, but the "Analects of Confucius" that he thought Ling Yucheng looked down on the most!

"Is this practicing calligraphy?"

Ling Yucheng had already stepped back two steps and stood aside with his hands down.Hearing Yuan Shao move to ask, his eyes quickly glanced over the paper, and he replied in a low voice: "Yes."

"Why did you use this to practice? There are obviously good copybooks in the palace—" Halfway through the speech, my heart moved, and I slowly suppressed my smile, bent down and put the youngest son on the ground, and took a deep look at Ling Yucheng:

"Where are the words written before?"

"It's all here." Ling Yucheng took another two steps back, bent down, and lifted the lids of the two boxes.The two-foot-by-three-foot-deep pine box was full of nailed notebooks. Yuan Shao casually flipped through a few of them. They copied either the Four Books and Five Classics, or the historical biographies of previous dynasties, but there was no sign of copying any famous scriptures.

Flipping through the pages one by one, Yuan Shao's expression gradually became serious.He often sees Ling Yucheng's handwriting. From time to time, there will be some annotations in the military book, with twists and turns, ticks and picks, the pen is sharp, and the paper is full of wanton youthful spirit.The font in the autograph memorial to him is more strict, but it is still steep and straight, and every stroke is like a knife and an axe.But on these books, there are still handwriting left on the plain paper on the table just now...

The characters are dignified and thick, round and vigorous, with a plump appearance on the outside and firmness on the inside, which is actually quite different from his usual fonts.

Looking at it, Yuan Shao unknowingly stretched out his fingers, and traced one by one along the wet ink on the paper.He is actually not proficient in calligraphy, however, the relationship between the above and the supreme martial arts, the strength of the movement of the strokes, is as vivid as it is now——

Different from the high-spiritedness in the military book and the steepness and sternness in the memorial, the handwriting written by Ling Yucheng behind closed doors, every stroke and every stroke is deeply restrained, and the stippling and hooks can obviously be picked out Come out, but insist on pressing the pen to force yourself to frustrate.At every turning point, it is clear that there is a rush of emotions left and right, but they refuse to vent it. Instead, they try their best to suppress themselves to calm down, and then in front of outsiders, day after day, they pretend that nothing happened...

"Is this how you practice calligraphy?"

When he blurted out, he stared at Ling Yucheng for a moment, and sure enough, he saw the man's eyes flicker very quickly, and then he lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, still calm like water.Even the words of the answer are respectful and respectful, and there is nothing unusual about it:

"Reporting to Your Majesty, to practice calligraphy is to train the mind."

"How long have you practiced?"

"It's been more than a year." In the past, he also had the habit of practicing calligraphy and meditating, but he just wrote with such a mood. After he arrived in Beiliang and came to His Majesty's side...

"every day?"

"every day."

Yuan Shao sighed silently.

Countless past events flashed through his mind. Ever since he came to his side, Ling Yucheng has always been respectful and calm in front of him, facing each other day and night, and rarely sees when he is depressed... Ge Shuye once mentioned in front of him with half admiration However, Ling Yucheng faced his subordinates with "rewards and punishments for happiness and anger, and did not change his routine"... For more than a year, he has handled government affairs and military affairs in an orderly manner, and there has been no deviation caused by mood swings...

So for more than a year, full of pain and depression, struggling and suffering day and night, you have used this method to force yourself out of depression, never willing to be seen by others?If it wasn't for being smashed by Zhen accidentally today, if it wasn't for the accidental delirium during the illness that day, how long will you... be brave.

Practicing calligraphy is to refine the mind... It is clear that one's heart is carefully tempered between the square inches of ink, until it is refined into fly ash and broken into fine powder, no matter how painful or cold it is, it will not feel.

A heart sank gradually, and I couldn't help but want to say a few words to him, but there was a warm weight on my leg leaning over.Looking down, the youngest son who was placed on the ground earlier was pulling his clothes. Looking up at his father, and at the person called Master, he may also find that there is something wrong with the atmosphere between adults. His face was full of confusion and worry, but he didn't dare to make another sound.

"You...forget it." Yuan Shao picked up the youngest son, strode out, looked back at Ling Yucheng before leaving the study, and finally closed the door behind his sleeves.

The author has something to say: Tell me, Your Majesty, don't always compare your son to Xiaoling

Then I feel that your son is useless in this way and in that way...

"Other people's son" or something, your son said very hurt...

By the way, today I gossiped about the height and physique comparison between His Majesty and Xiao Ling. It is really a tragedy that Xiao Ling has no hope of turning over without considering internal strength and martial arts.

Turning my head, I wrote that Tuanzi appeared, and the number of words exploded before I knew it...