It's not that I want to fall in love [Quick Transmigration]

"You are absent-minded today."

Yang Qingshan rolled up the book in his hand, and tapped on the wooden table.The servant of Huangmen is an official with rank but no rank, he no longer needs to wear the supplementary uniform of the fourth rank, but only wears an unremarkable gray robe.

Since the death of King Ning, the former Guozijian's energy for offering wine has not been as good as before.When I lectured to Zhao Tuo, I often paused for a while, and when I came back to my senses, I couldn't remember where I was talking about.Even the exposition of the scriptures has become much more negative.

Even so, he still didn't hire anyone else, and he took on the task of preaching for Prince Ning's son on his own.

He was the one who cheered up every day before, but today it was Zhao Tuo.

Yang Qingshan was not depressed, but just mentioned something lightly, and asked: "I met Brother Qingyun in Changle Lane this morning, and he hurried to leave without saying a word to me, as if he was in a hurry. Why, related to him?"

Zhao Tuo shook his head.

Waking up early in the morning, Lin Chaofei put on his robes like a fly, washed up, took his leave, and left without even eating.Zhao Tuo couldn't tell whether he wanted him to stay a little longer or leave quickly.

Yang Qingshan sighed: "During his lifetime, King Ning... loved his paintings very much. He once said that after the death of Mr. Yang Ding, there is only one person in the world who can be called a national player."

When he mentioned King Ning, he finally stopped being speechless.But the word "before he was alive" that always followed, every time he mentioned it, it was like a knife as thin as a cicada's wing, and it bit his chest a little bit.Pain is imperceptible, but fatal sooner or later.

"After he entered the palace, the picture of peony that came out was a bit more beautiful, but I always feel that it is not as strong as the painting in the early years." Yang Qingshan looked at the square lower script on the top of the book, and said casually, "Or It’s because of being by that person’s side and worrying too much.”

Zhao Tuo said: "The imperial palace is no better than other places, it is natural to be careful."

Yang Qingshan said: "With his current status, even if he leaves the palace, he will no longer be able to run wildly in the palace like in the past."

Zhao Tuo said: "The palace has been sealed long ago, don't you know about Yang Jijiu?"

Yang Qingshan said: "Why did you stab me. King Ning is gone, so I still have some thoughts about staying by your side. Otherwise, the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng is no more reassuring than this cold palace."

Zhao Tuo sat on the chair.His stature has grown a little longer in the past few months, and now his feet can barely reach the ground, which makes his sitting posture more correct.

"Yang Jijiu should focus on the body."

After hearing this, Yang Qingshan said with a wry smile: "The ancients said, keep this body and wait for something to be done. What else can I say, it is worth taking the body as the most important thing?"

Zhao Tuo said: "Maybe you can marry one or two wives and concubines, and raise three or four children. It should be a pleasure."

"I am happy with King Ning, how can I marry someone else."

"The dead are the greatest, please be careful with Yang Jijiu."

Yang Qingshan closed the book and said seriously: "My heart is pleased with King Ning, it was the same ten years ago, and it is still the same today. Even if the emperor asks, it is the same sentence, what can't be said?"

Zhao Tuo stood up, unable to restrain himself, took two steps forward, put his hands on the edge of the desk, and stared straight at Yang Qingshan.

"Didn't you already know?" Yang Qingshan looked back at Zhao Tuo.

Zhao Tuo lost his voice and said, "How do you know..."

"How do I know?" Yang Qingshan blinked slowly, because it took too long to close his eyelids and open them again, which gave people the illusion that he fell asleep, "When you were six years old, you saw me for a while , the eyes will change, didn’t you notice it?”

Zhao Tuo didn't know that his reaction at that time was carefully noticed by this person, and he guessed the reason, so he was speechless for a while.

"King Ning and I both think that you understand the truth, it's too early."

Zhao Tuo said coldly: "It's not that I want to understand."

Yang Qingshan smiled when he heard the words: "At that time, I didn't think I had done anything out of the ordinary. The only time I was in King Ning's study was when I talked to him... about the newborn prince."

He paused, seeing Zhao Tuo's silence, he couldn't help but think of the long talk with King Ning that year.It's all about the kid's future.When the dawn was approaching, King Ning also fell into a long silence.There is only the candlelight as big as a bean, which wobbles because it burns to the end.

"Do you think that King Ning hired the piano teacher and the painting teacher for you, all for the purpose of turning you into a dandy? If you really want to support you, let you spend more time with those prodigal sons in the south of the city. It's nothing more than these things quick."

Zhao Tuo's expression changed, and he said, "Then he—"

Yang Qingshan said lonely: "He just loves you."

Zhao Tuo himself may not remember very clearly about his childhood, but both Yang Qingshan and King Ning watched him grow up.Zhao Tuo thought that he became gloomy and treacherous after hearing some conversations in the study room, but long before that, his temperament was exposed to the eyes of the two of them.

Yang Qingshan shook his head.It's useless to say more, people like Zhao Tuo will never believe it.King Ning didn't explain it either, probably he didn't care about being misunderstood by his son who raised him alone.

Zhao Tuo lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked with a naive smile, "Yang Jijiu told me this today, why?"

Yang Qingshan said: "Brother Qingyun is gone, you are the only one who is familiar with me and King Ning..."

"Isn't Yang Jijiu complaining?" Zhao Tuo said, "If my father is really doing what you said for my own good, it's all because—"

I am that man's son.

Although half of the enemy's blood is flowing on his body, the remaining half is enough to be cherished by King Ning.

Zhao Tuo swallowed the second half of the sentence, leaving only a part with a lot of aftertaste, and threw it to Yang Qingshan to savor.

"After all, it has something to do with your father, so it's okay to talk to you, this is one of them. But there is another more important reason for me to tell you this today."

"I know." Zhao Tuo's eyes reflected Yang Qingshan's calm expression, "Yang Jijiu is reminding me not to repeat the same mistakes."

Yang Qingshan ignored the sarcasm in his words, nodded and said: "Do you also think that you value Lin Daizhao too much?"

The two sons of "Dai Zhao" were deliberately aggravated, reminding the other party that this person is no longer what he used to be.The emperor favors people, and no matter what, they should not have anything more to do with a son who has been demoted.

"Lin Chao is to me, and King Ning is to you, it is different."

"Do you still remember what you said to me on the first day you came to Guangling Palace?"

"It's different now. He's not the master who taught painting in the palace, and I'm not the one who was kicked out of the house just now."

Yang Qingshan nodded slowly: "It's good that you know, next time you see him, you—"

"You should pay attention to your sense of proportion." Zhao Tuo deserved it naturally.

The closed door was pushed open at this moment, Zhao Tuo turned around and saw Lin Chao standing at the door with a smile on his face.

Zhao Tuo turned his head and glanced at Yang Qingshan. From his expression, it was impossible to guess whether this person knew that Lin Chao was outside the door.And Lin Chao...

Lin Chao stretched the gray robe on his body, and said with a smile: "I entered the palace today, and I asked the Holy One to be a servant of the Yellow Gate. From now on, I will also teach painting in Guangling Palace."

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Ten years later.

Guangling Palace is still the same Guangling Palace.People in the palace came and went, some were liberated because of the death of their parents, while others perish because they lost the shelter of their family.

But all of this has nothing to do with Zhao Tuo.

He still reads classics and history every day, and philosophers at night, and occasionally has a free hand chat with Yang Qingshan, or draws a few idle paintings under someone's coercion and lure.

Ten years ago, when that man rushed to Guangling Palace, he couldn't say a word of rejection.Now that ten years have passed, it is even more difficult to speak out.

The emperor was seriously ill, and dark waves surged in the court.

Hearing that the palace got a suggestion from an eminent monk of a certain temple, he intends to hold a big concubine election, to bring bad luck to the palace.

Hearing that he was afraid that the crown prince's position would not be secure, the emperor had already begun to transfer back the generals in the frontier region and replace them with literati who had never had much prestige in the army.

When Zhao Tuo heard these secrets, he had a somewhat vicious idea.

After thinking carefully about the chess pieces that need to be deployed and sacrificed in order to realize this idea, he tried his best to suppress the idea.

He convinced himself that the matter was too variable to act rashly.The emperor has always been in poor health, and if he really wants to do something, he is not in a hurry at this moment, let alone betting all his chips like a gambler.

But all kinds of rumors in the palace have been circulating in the capital for more than half a month, and they have continued unabated.

It seems that the emperor may not last long.

Zhao Tuo turned the pages of the history of the previous dynasty, but did not read a single word.

If he doesn't give it a try, I'm afraid he really has no chance.No matter what they want to do in the future, if the prince still sits in the center in an open and honest manner, it will always be a big obstacle.

Besides, he is twenty this year, and the prince is also fourteen.

Want to try it?

Zhao Tuo folded the book upside down on the table, resting his forehead on one hand and recalling the past ten years.

The days always go by faster and faster, but once you look back, you will find that there are still so many past events that you thought you had forgotten in the corner.

"Headache?"

There was a crisp sound of cups and plates, followed by a concerned greeting.

Zhao Tuo saw a hand reaching out to his forehead, lightly pressed the corner of his brow twice, and asked tentatively, "Does it hurt here too?"

"No pain."

"That's not a cold."

Zhao Tuo grabbed the hand that was about to withdraw, and rubbed it against his face.Although the other party is already in his 30s, he has a thin frame and often shows a naive look, making him look very young.

"My head doesn't hurt."

"What are you doing with your head on?" Lin Chao withdrew his hand, opened the lid of the teacup for him, turned the plate containing pastries in the other direction, and pushed Zhao Tuo's favorite dishes to his side.

Zhao Tuo picked up a piece of green cake and said, "I'm thinking of you."