Sheng Shi Merciful Light

In the Hall of Hehuan, the Emperor Tian Shu stretched his brows rarely, and was laughing loudly, sitting in front of the dragon table with Xiao Jiulang.

As soon as Wang Youlun came in, he saw that Mu Ci was holding a book and nodded while reading it.He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he tried his best to pretend he didn't see it. After saluting, he tried to stabilize his voice and reminded: "Your Highness, it's time for the lecture."

Dear nephew, come to uncle quickly, and don't get involved in the wrong place.

Emperor Tianshou waved his hand to Wang Youlun: "Hey, don't worry." He looked at Li Kang with satisfaction, "Pu Ren can..." Fearing that his son would not understand, he changed his words, "He is a capable minister."

Mu Ci also praised: "Indeed, it is the blessing of the country and the people."

Li Kang bowed his hands to Mu Ci with a smile: "I don't dare to do it, but I have to thank Your Highness for your advice."

"I just said two words." Mu Cidao, a capable minister who was not lucky enough to have such a good performance, as expected, the ancients should not be underestimated. This era is also a very enlightened and humane era .

Fortunately, those diligent and short-lived emperors have contributed a lot.

Mu Ci's gaze at Emperor Tianshou also softened, and he could see a little bit of what could be called a warm emotion.

But the Emperor Tianshou was very happy, and he was very happy.

"'Open! Supervise!' The two words of advice are the essence." Li Kang praised.

"It's not my credit, it's time for me to go to class." Mu Ci stood up.Being indifferent, Li Kang appreciated it even more.

Wang Youlun held back his words, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, he had to hold back. It was already confirmed that he would have indigestion today.

So when the knowledge class was over and it was time to start the calligraphy class, Wang Youlun saw that Mu Ci had picked up the charcoal brush, took the broken brush from Mu Ci's hand very rudely, and stuffed a brush into Mu Ci's hand. hands.

He didn't bother to persuade him, so he got up to shake Mu Ci's hand and teach him.

Just at this moment, Emperor Tianshou raised his head, and with a thought, he began to be dazed again... He didn't even know that the imperial brush in his hand had fallen, and the cinnabar had splashed red on a memorial.

I'm afraid that the courtiers who are presenting this will be frightened to death, and they think that they have provoked His Majesty's fury... Uh, what good excuse can they find?

In other words, His Majesty is getting sicker...

Li Kang settled down his fluttering heart, didn't dare to disturb, and silently cleaned up the mess.

Emperor Tianshou did have a heart disease.

A scene that he often saw when he was a child floated in front of his eyes...

That picture, now he would fall into his dream all the time, made him feel sour, astringent, joyful and sad.

Coincidentally, the main hall in Chonghua Palace is the residence of Emperor Yonghe and Luo Bin.The Hall of Hehuan on the south side was where his elder brother Mu Chun lived.

The Emperor Tianshou was also here, spending the happiest and carefree childhood of his life.

The afternoon sun shines through the branches and leaves to fill the study...

That is, in this study, the same desk.

That year, his father, Emperor Yonghe, was still young, and he was full of vigor and prosperity.

In that year, Mu Chun was still young, but he was already smart and sharp, with a photographic memory, and he often had a sentence or two that made adults think deeply.

Father loves to teach Mu Chun how to read and write hand in hand, that is, at the desk, he holds Mu Chun on his lap, wraps his big hand around that immature little hand, holds the same pen, "tap horizontally and press down" the pen goes like a snake ...

The tenderness and love, appreciation and pride in the royal father's eyes almost overflowed...

His eldest brother, Mu Chun, had a carefree and carefree smile on his delicate little face. Under his father's encouraging gaze, he concentrated on his expression and wrote upright strokes without distraction.

At that time, he was only one or two years old, lying in the warm arms of his concubine Luo, looking up at his concubine's quiet face, with a gentle and happy smile.

This scene is so warm that an ignorant child can remember it deeply, it is indeed deep, deeply engraved into his blood and soul, and when he closes his eyes, he often falls into a dream.

make him cry...

How beautiful and warm, the Emperor Tianshou always wanted to get it, but couldn't get it; wanted to grasp it, but couldn't hold it firmly; wanted to relive it, but couldn't relive it, all the memories of "happiness".

He also hoped that his father would teach him calligraphy, but his father devoted all his efforts to his elder brother and rarely paid attention to him.

The longing in childhood is just a longing, but if you can't get it, you will regret it all your life.

Later, he lost one by one, and "happiness" was buried underground.

Later, after he became a father...

He also taught the prince personally, but with Mu Chun's pearls in front of him, he really...really...couldn't fall in love with the prince.

I want to love, and I should love, but... I can't love!

Every time he started excitedly, he would end in the reprimand of hating iron for not making steel. Under his roar, the prince trembled like a quail, and even wet the ground yellow, before rude people... It was embarrassing and even disgusting for the emperor.

There is no warmth at all between father and son.If it wasn't for the crown prince being his only son, he would have strangled him to death long ago.

None of the other children was so good that he felt in the mood to teach him himself.

Slowly, Emperor Tianshou stopped thinking about teaching his son by hand, so regrets will always be regrets.

Now, Mu Ci has appeared—what a delicate little person, what a clever and elegant Huigen, what an amazing talent...

This touched the heart of Emperor Tianshou!

No, I won't have any regrets anymore, I want to teach him, teach him personally, hand in hand... Jiulang will definitely become the best kid in the world that makes his father proud, and makes me envied and hated by everyone.

This obsession is like a vine of rose flowers protruding from the heart, and in an instant, it climbs all over the whole chest, blooming countless flowers, exuding an extremely sweet fragrance...

For some reason, Emperor Tianshou had already pushed Wang Youlun away, stood behind Mu Ci, stretched out his hand... and took the hand of his youngest son.

The hand is not small, but thin, and it is easily grasped in the palm, enveloping the whole thing.

The big hand leads the small hand, holds a pen together, and writes a word together.

Father and son bond.

It's a pity that Mu Ci is not Mu Chun, and the Emperor Tianshou is not the Emperor Yonghe who devoted all his efforts and love to his son since he was a child.

So Mu Ci withdrew her hand.

The Emperor Tianshou grabbed his hand again, and coaxed him in the tone of a "weird Shushu" to lure or a little friend: "Jiulang, good boy... don't move around, don't get ink everywhere... Father, I will teach you how to practice calligraphy... Don't be afraid..."

With a blank expression on her face, Mu Ci slowly removed the brush with the other hand, not caring that both of them would be covered in ink, and slowly, little by little, tried to break her hand out of the palm of the Emperor Tianshou. The strength is weak, unable to shake, but it is firmly broken apart...

"Let go! Don't come near me!"

"Father didn't burn incense today, the smell is not strong!"

"Do not touch me!"

"Kuro..."

"No!"

Mu Ci refused to compromise.

Wang Youlun and Li Kang were very anxious, but they didn't dare to speak because they saw that the state of Tianshoudi was not right.

After all, Emperor Tianshou is the emperor, so there is no room for people to refuse over and over again. In a flash of enthusiasm, he directly wrapped his other hand around Mu Ci's waist, and fixed her tightly to his chest, almost covering the thin and thin man with his whole body. juvenile.

Waist less than a grip, too thin.

Mu Ci began to struggle...

Emperor Tianshou didn't want to let go of the person in his arms, but he also felt sorry for his injuries, and comforted him with a gentle voice: "Jiulang, you are good...Father is really just teaching you to practice calligraphy. Don't move, don't hurt yourself, it will hurt ...don't move..."

Even though Mu Ci's seven emotions and six desires had accumulated through the vicissitudes of life, there were few fluctuations, but hearing the sound of a big bad wolf abducting Little Red Riding Hood, Lingling shivered and got goosebumps all over the place.

What kind of loving father are you playing?

ill!

But the strength was too great, Mu Ci was strangled, so she stopped and stopped struggling uselessly.

Emperor Tianshou was satisfied.

The faint fragrance of the boy in his arms lingered on the tip of his nose - he finally smelled it, it was the smell of new ointment.

Very refreshing, very suitable for this soulful person.

Jiulang's stature is not tall, his mother is from the south, and she has been in the cold palace for a long time without nutrition and exercise, and is miserable and helpless, so the child's head only reaches the chest of the tall emperor, and he is so thin that people feel distressed.But this child has always kept his back straight, handsome as a stalk of jade carving and green bamboo, and has already shown his alluring grace and proud character.

The Emperor Tianshou looked at the impeccably perfect profile of his youngest son, the white and slender hand under the palm, so thin that the bones were clear, but still as beautiful as a jade carving, the skin on the back of the hand was soft and delicate, slightly cool.

But there is a thin layer of calluses on the palm of the finger, which is a testimony of suffering since childhood.

The neckline is full of hideous scars...

The emperor's heart tightened, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain. Subconsciously, he stroked Mu Ci's fingers carefully, grabbed the sleeve of his bright yellow dragon robe, and helped his son wipe off the stained ink on his hands...

No blemish, no dirt, no dust, there shouldn't be any filth on Jiulang's body.

……

Every bone, every skin, and every internal organ of Mu Ci protested against this confinement, but he could feel the love of the God-Sent Emperor. There is no law that stipulates that if your heart hurts, I will be loved by you.However, Emperor Tianshou didn't have obscene intentions, so he didn't want to disgust him in order to get rid of Emperor Tianshou and say something like "you want to be a hooligan and I have to lie flat", which would make him disgusted.

Mu Ci just said calmly but firmly: "This is the last time I reiterate: don't touch me!"

"Father just wants to teach you how to practice calligraphy."

"I don't want to learn calligraphy, and I don't want you to teach me."

"why?"

"I don't want to, I don't want to, do you need any other reasons?"

"But……"

Wang Youlun and Li Kang were dying of anxiety, but they didn't know which one to persuade?How should I persuade...

Mu Ci said abruptly, "Actually, you are the same as him."

"What?" Emperor Tianshou was stunned, which "he"?

"You have power, I don't; you have soldiers, I don't; you have great power, I don't; therefore, you can override me, disregard my will, imprison me, suppress me, force me, I do whatever I want."

"I can't resist, so I have to bear it..." Mu Ci's tone was calm, "But, remember! I don't want to, I won't give the slightest response."

Each word is like an ice front, cold and sharp, but there is no way to kill, so I have to... melt myself completely, everything.

Emperor Tianshou finally came to his senses—that "he" is the prince?

Is he the same as the prince?

No, it's not the same.

Emperor Tianshou was extremely gentle: "Jiulang, don't be afraid, father will not hurt you."

"Enough, I've...enough..." Mu Ci relaxed her whole body, and slowly closed her eyes...

"Kuro..."

There is no response.

"Kurang, what do you want to do..."

Still silent.

"Son..." Emperor Tianshou shook the person in his arms and found that he needed to use more force to hold him tightly, otherwise the child would slip out of his arms and fall to the ground like a lifeless rag doll.

Emperor Tianshou was holding the child, and he couldn't restrain himself and began to tremble...

The crazily growing rose flower in his heart withered in an instant... The withered toxin was injected into his heart in an instant, making him feel numb, as if he couldn't even feel the pain.

Why are you so stubborn?

Why so proud?

Why... such silent resistance, refusing to give me even the slightest bit of softness?

You are like your mother, with a calm and calm appearance to cover up your cold and hard nature, there is no hope of being warmed or softened at all.

My child, I just want to teach you how to learn calligraphy.

I just...wanted to get close to you, to hug you...

I want to... love you.

However, it was himself who caused all these crimes.

How to do?

Could it be that there will never be a possibility of getting close?

Emperor Tianshou felt that he had fallen into an impasse that he could not break through, and suddenly he saw the anxious expressions of Li Kang and Wang Youlun turn...to extreme astonishment.

Following the gazes of the two, he turned Mu Ci over and looked him up and down, and he saw Mu Ci's indifferent face and between her legs... yellow wet water.

That position... that color... this is...

What happened?