Bully

two years ago.

After autumn, the sky looks more and more deep, with a few clouds floating around, leisurely.A big sycamore tree in front of the Zichen Palace loses its leaves in autumn, a little every day.On a windy day, the leaves of the sycamore tree will fly far away with the wind.

Ming Chuan was leaning on the couch, holding a book of stories in his hand, his brocade-cut clothes slid off his ankles, shaking the floor.

Eunuch Cheng held a plate of pine nuts and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Sun is waiting outside the hall to see you."

Ming Chuan raised his eyes, "Tell him to come in."

Not long after, a young man dressed in brocade clothes came in, grabbed his clothes and bowed in front of Ming Chuan.

"Excuse me." Ming Chuan yawned, as lazy as a sleepy cat.

Sun Wencheng saw his state of mind in his eyes, and unconsciously moved a little bit.He smiled rather obsequiously: "I entered the palace today to bid farewell to His Majesty."

Wen Yan Mingchuan finally gave him some eyes: "You want to go?"

Sun Wencheng said: "My father sent Jinling outside, and my ministers also went with him."

Ming Chuan clicked his tongue and said, "That's really a pity."

Hearing this, Sun Wencheng thought that the little emperor was reluctant to give up on him, and his eyes showed some complacency.

Sun Wencheng was Ming Chuan's accompanying student, and when he was 12 years old, the national teacher chose to put him by his side to play with him.He used to have several companions, but they had no future by staying with Ming Chuan, so they each looked for a way out.

Sun Wencheng moved closer, his eyes wandering on Ming Chuan's snow-white neck, he said: "In a few days, my old friend in Beijing will bid farewell to me, I wonder if Your Majesty will give me the honor to go and get together."

"I can't go out of the imperial palace." Ming Chuan thought for a moment, then let go of this idea.

But Sun Wencheng persuaded: "The Double Ninth Festival is approaching, and there will be a grand banquet in Beijing, which will be extremely lively. Don't you want to see it, Your Majesty?"

Now that Ming Chuan is young, he just loves to play.Sun Wencheng continued on the sidelines and said: "I heard that a juggling troupe appeared in Beijing recently. They can not only pick up objects from the air, but also transform people into living people. Their methods are close to immortals. It is very strange. They only perform on the Double Ninth Festival, and then they leave the capital. , it’s really rare.”

Ming Chuan moved his mind, thought for a while, and said, "When are you leaving?"

Sun Wencheng secretly rejoiced and said, "Just seven days later."

Ming Chuan said: "After seven days, you will wait for me in front of the palace gate."

"Yes!"

After Sun Wencheng left, Ming Chuan closed his notebook, got up and said, "Go to the national teacher."

Ming Chuan walked into the Hall of Supreme Harmony in a hurry, the dark green cloak on his body was messed up, and his little face was flushed by the wind, which was very gratifying.

Rong Shang in the hall was dressed in white, with a jade belt around his waist, outlining his thin waist.The white clothes are gentle and elegant, but wearing them on him only shows the dignity of the whole body, more like a high-ranking person than the emperor Ming Chuan.

Seeing Ming Chuan coming, he looked up at him and asked, "Why is Your Majesty here?"

Ming Chuan went up to take over the job of studying ink, and said: "This is not to see the hard work of the national teacher, I specially brought cakes to see the national teacher."

Eunuch Cheng brought up the cakes, which were a freshly made lotus root starch osmanthus cake and a blood bird's nest.

Rong Shang only took the blood bird's nest and said, "Your Majesty doesn't know that I don't like sweets."

Rong Shang doesn't like sweets, this lotus root powder osmanthus cake is Ming Chuan's favorite, and I don't know who he brought it for.

Ming Chuan said with a smile: "The national teacher occasionally changes his taste."

Rong Shang snorted and ignored him.

Studying ink is really tiring work, Ming Chuan felt his wrists ache after studying for a while.He quietly withdrew his hand, ran to the side and sat down.Eunuch Cheng wiped his hands with a cloth towel, and he spontaneously ate pastries.

"Sun Wencheng entered the palace today and said he was going to Jinling with his father."

Rong Shang raised his head and asked, "Did he ask you for mercy?"

"Pleading?" Ming Chuan was puzzled: "What kind of favor are you begging for?"

"His father was relegated to Jinling."

Ming Chuan was surprised: "But Sun Wencheng looked very happy. He also said that his friends in Beijing and China would practice it for him in a few days."

Rong Shang sneered: "A loving father often loses his sons, it's true."

Ming Chuan then changed the subject and said: "I heard that there is a new juggling troupe in Beijing, with a variety of tricks, it's amazing."

Rong Shang said: "If you want to see it, I'll ask someone to call them into the palace."

Ming Chuan's face collapsed: "Even if I call them into the palace, I'll just watch them by myself. How boring."

The spoon in Rong Shang's hand loosened and touched the white porcelain bowl, and there was a crisp sound, "Your Majesty wants to leave the palace?"

Ming Chuan said cautiously: "I have this intention."

"It's not safe outside the palace," Rong Shang said, "If you feel that staying in the palace is boring, I will send you to live in Putuo Temple for two days."

Ming Chuan thought for a while, it was better than nothing, at worst, he would think about it later.

"Then let's go to Putuo Temple first!"

This is not the first time Ming Chuan has come back from Putuo Temple. Rong Shang brought Ming Chuan here in March earlier, but Ming Chuan was not in good health at that time, so he was not allowed to run around. He only went to the Buddha Hall above and the Arhat Hall below. Feel free to take a look That's all.

This time Ming Chuan was alive and kicking, and Rong Shang couldn't always be by his side, so he ran up and down the Putuo Temple in a wild way. The pagoda was built nine stories high, so he climbed up layer by layer and stood on the top Looking at it from a distance, I just feel that my mood is much more open.

After running for a day, at night, Ming Chuan's calf was sore, and his ankle was swollen for some reason.Eunuch Cheng was in a hurry to invite the imperial physician, but Ming Chuan stopped him, "Going back to the palace to invite the imperial physician Tai Xingshi has moved the crowd. Master Wushi is also good at medicine, so you might as well ask him to come and show me."

Eunuch Cheng also thought about it, it would be a waste of time to invite an imperial doctor from here, so Master Wushi should hurry up.

When Master Wushi came, he was wearing a blue cassock, and Eunuch Cheng walked beside him with a lantern in his hand, with an anxious expression on his face.He was not in a hurry, and his white hair was particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

Seeing him, Ming Chuan cupped his hands: "Master Wushi is polite."

Wushi returned a salute and recited the Buddha's name.He lifted up his cassock and sat on the stool next to the bed. After checking, he said, "There is nothing serious, but I have walked too much, and my ankles and knees are a little unbearable. After scalding with hot water, apply some medicine, and it will be fine." It's almost good."

Eunuch Cheng hurriedly asked someone to boil water.Sitting on the bed, Ming Chuan was well-bred by Rong Shang. Even the little emperor's feet were white and translucent.

"A few days ago, I said that I wanted to come to you, but the national teacher said that you were not here. Where did you go?" Ming Chuan asked him, holding his head.

Wu Shidao: "A few days ago, I met a Taoist. He wanted to lecture on scriptures with me. It took me a while to deal with him."

"Will the Taoist preach the scriptures with the monks?" Ming Chuan asked strangely: "Who wins?"

Wu Shidao: "A Taoist's methods are not upright. If he talks about ghosts and supernatural things, he will not be able to enter the hall of elegance."

Ming Chuan nodded: "That means you lost."

Wu Shi pretended not to hear: "Afterwards, I changed to another place to meditate and cultivate my spirit."

Ming Chuan looked at him with his face in his hands: "Are you scared?"

Wu Shi looked at him expressionlessly: "The Taoist priest told me a story about cannibalism in a crack in the wall. I think it's very interesting. Tell your Majesty to listen."

Before a story was finished, Ming Chuan yelled: "It's that Taoist priest's method is not upright, it's not a thing! Don't tell it!"

Only then did Wushi shut his mouth in satisfaction.

Eunuch Cheng sent people back to the palace to invite the imperial physician, which alarmed Rong Shang.Rong Shang hurried to Putuo Temple, only to see Ming Chuan nestled on the bed, his small face wrinkled together, showing bitterness and hatred.There is no world while chanting scriptures.

Rong Shang frowned: "It's so late, what are you still doing here?"

Wu Shi glanced at him and said, "I drive out ghosts."

Rong Shang didn't understand, so Ming Chuan seemed to have a backbone when he saw him, and waved to him: "National teacher, come and sit!"

Rong Shang sat next to Ming Chuan and asked, "How's your leg?"

"It's nothing serious, I'm just tired." Ming Chuan said with a guilty expression, "It's just that I asked the national teacher to run away at such a late hour..."

"It's okay." Rong Shang held Ming Chuan's foot in his hand, and massaged his ankle gently.

Ming Chuan was a little nervous, and his face turned red unknowingly.He felt embarrassed, but Rong Shang pressed it very comfortably, making him reluctant to take his foot back.So he pretended to be reserved and said: "Why bother the national teacher to do this."

Wu Shi looked at the two people who seemed to be alone, and said: "It's getting late at night, so the poor monk will take his leave first."

Ming Chuan hurriedly called him to stop: "You go, then I..." What to do if I'm going to hell.

For the sake of his own face, Mingchuan didn't finish his sentence.

Wu Shi said: "Your Majesty's son of destiny, how can you be afraid of ghosts and gods." After finishing speaking, he left mercilessly.

Based on their conversation, Rong Shang guessed something, and asked, "Afraid?"

Ming Chuan nodded, and Rong Shang said, "This is a Buddhist temple, so there are no ghosts."

"But the story that Wu Shi just told is very realistic, and it's true that it can't be true." Ming Chuan said: "I don't dare to lean against the wall now, for fear that a hand will stretch out from inside and take me away."

Rong Shang smiled and said, "Nonsense."

Ming Chuan drooped his head and said listlessly: "Master, you can sleep with me today, I'm a little scared."

Rong Shang raised his head and glanced at him, his deep eyes couldn't see to the end, Ming Chuan suddenly felt a little cold on his back, and when he was still wondering whether to look back, he heard the national teacher say: "Okay."

Hearing that Ming Chuan felt at ease, he asked someone to bring another quilt.The two of them tidied up, and each lay down in the bed.

On a bed, in a curtain, so close together, Ming Chuan could smell Rong Shang's faint ambergris fragrance.When he was young, Rong Shang always had a faint scent of ambergris.Ming Chuan thinks it smells good, and he likes the demeanor of Rong Shang paired with ambergris.He also learned it secretly, but no matter what, he couldn't learn Rong Shang's calmness.

He couldn't help but lean on Rong Shang, sniffing around like a little squirrel.In the darkness, Rong Shang suddenly heard a low sigh. He stretched out his hand and circled the little emperor, the voice seemed to be right next to Ming Chuan's ear.

"Be good and sleep."

Ming Chuan didn't know why, so he didn't move, and fell asleep in a daze, having a good night's dream.

Ming Chuan woke up the next day, relaxed and full of energy.In the morning, everyone in the Buddhist temple is doing morning classes, and the Sanskrit sounds are bursting, filling the sky above the temple.

Wu Shi came to find Rong Shang and waited in the yard early in the morning.Ming Chuan came out and saw him, and greeted him: "Good morning, Master."

Wu Shi looked at Ming Chuan carefully, and found that he was really alive and kicking, his face was radiant, and when he looked at Rong Shang, there was disappointment in his eyes.

The author says:

Ming Chuan:?

Wushi: I, the master of love.