My harem is on fire

Liang Ming spoke with a Liuzhou accent, but because of his clear voice, these two words were unexpectedly pronounced perfectly.

Undoubtedly, Yong Li heard correctly, what this kid is talking about is debauchery!

Who is slutty?What a dissolute, humiliating Emperor Dayong, the kid wants to die!

Oh, he is not the emperor now, but a false concubine...

But Yan Junyue also sneaked a glance at Yongli.

I knew that Dayong, who was not a member of the tribe, had an outstanding appearance, so with such a dress, he was really outstanding to the point of being a monster.

Sai Xue in red, with black eyes staring at the stars, her hair tied casually in a neat bun reveals laziness, her curved lips and smile are even more brilliant like a mountain flower, and her innocence is full of seductive ambiguity.

Don't blame the Holy Son for being dumbfounded.

As a woman, Yan Junyue, who has a deep aversion to beauty, has to admit that she is young and beautiful, bewitching people's hearts.

With a bang, the holy son of Liuzhou, who had scolded everyone, slammed the door out.

Yongli: "..."

Yan Junyue: "..."

Yongli is an emperor who understands righteousness. He thinks that Liang Ming should not be identified as sick based on stereotypes. He should at least give him a chance: "Could it be that my clothes are not properly dressed?"

The so-called debauchery is probably related to disheveled clothes?

Yongli is still a little self-conscious. Although he has worked hard for a long time, he has no idea what kind of clothes he will wear.

If it was really messy, then he would have blamed Liang Ming.

Yan Junyue paused, and almost sent Liang Ming to the imperial hospital: "You are very well dressed..."

Yong Li was angry: "Then why should he say that I... I am dissolute!" In a fit of anger, he almost exposed his claim, but fortunately, Yan Junyue was beaten to death, but he never thought that this was His Majesty the Emperor of Dayong, and he didn't take it seriously at all. I didn't think too much about it, I just thought that this little boy was so good that he was a little scarred.

Yan Junyue still gave Liang Ming a hand: "The holy son Dayong's dialect is not very accurate."

Yongli: "?"

Yan Junyue sized him up and said softly, "He might be praising you for being beautiful."

Yongli was expressionless: "Are you happy to hear such a compliment?"

Yan Junyue was even more expressionless: "I'm so happy that I want to blow his head off."

Yongli laughed unceremoniously, and even thought of a title for Yan Junyue—Princess Poison Tongue, be steady!

Unexpectedly, Liang Ming, who slammed the door and left, came back again. When the door opened, Yongli was startled, and quickly stopped smiling. Yan Junyue was covered by a mask, hiding clearly.

Yongli's smile was suppressed, but just now he smiled so subduedly that his eyes were reddened, and now he raised his head...

Liang Ming: "!"

Yongli lowered his eyelashes: "Holy Son..."

Liang Ming said fiercely: "Why are you crying? Could it be another trick to seduce Gu?"

Yongli: "..."

I hook your dog's head! Hook!

Liang Ming didn't speak human words, but he didn't dare to look at him at all, he just said: "Come here..."

Yongli restrained his temper: "What orders does the Holy Son have?"

Liang Ming said viciously: "Since you are a holy concubine, you must know etiquette and shame. If you accept those tricks that confuse people, you will not accept this!"

Yongli really wanted to jump up and blow his dog's head, but when he thought of Dayong's 30 soldiers and poor innocent people, he could not hold back: "I know..."

Liang Ming raised his eyebrows, and his expression became more like a wolf cub trying to hold his head up: "What kind of concubine? I changed my name..."

The corners of Yongli's mouth twitched, he had no choice but to say: "I know..."

Unexpectedly, Liang Ming became even more irritable: "Take those low thoughts away, since you are a concubine, you are the most honorable person in the Holy Court."

Rao is Yongli who is considerate, and at this moment he doesn't understand Liang Ming's meaning.

Seeing that he was so stupid, Liang Ming hated iron for being weak: "Just call me..."

Yongli was astonished, his eyes widened.

Liang Ming's heart trembled again because of his bright and beautiful eyes: "The eyes are big enough, you don't need to open them too hard."

Yongli: "..."

Sick, if this child has the opportunity to go to Dayong, he will also assign him an imperial doctor to take a good look at the heart disease.

Liang Ming thought for a while and said, "Come with me..."

He turned and went out, Yongli had no choice but to follow, and Yan Junyue also followed, but Liang Ming suddenly turned his head and stared at her: "You stay..."

Yan Junyue was worried about Yongli, and said harshly: "The holy concubine is weak, slave..."

Liang Ming's eyes on her were as cold as a knife's edge, revealing the majesty of the Son of Six States: "There is an orphan, can't you take care of her?"

Yan Junyue could only bow his head in response.

Yongli gave her a look to comfort her.

Liang Ming was really sharp-eyed, even seeing this, he stabbed immediately: "In front of Gu, do you dare to flirt with him?"

Yongli didn't come up in one breath, his liver ached: "Concubine...I don't have one."

At any rate, he changed his name, and Liang Ming's expression was slightly changed: "Forget it, I will change all these bad habits of yours for you one by one."

Yongli also came to his senses, and he was able to keep up with the thoughts of the six state wolfdogs.

The Yan family is well-known in the six states.

How a hundred years ago has long been forgotten by the people of the six states who have no historical heritage, and what they remember is only these few decades.

And in the past few decades, the Yan family has been trained to lose the bottom line and dignity of being a human being.

I'm afraid they are not even as good as actors, but they are just beautiful playthings.

Do playthings need dignity? No.

The Pianshengyan clan has a very strong tolerance, ordinary people can't bear the training, they can bear it, and being able to bear it doesn't mean that there is no pain, the soul will run away when there is too much pain.

Fleeing to the extreme depths, I have long forgotten how to be a person.

Yongli is now Yan Junyue, and in Liang Ming's eyes, he is a beautiful Yan family.

Inherent prejudice made him think too crookedly about Yongli's every move.

Yongli's mood is quite complicated, one is that he feels aggrieved because he can't explain clearly, and the other is that he thinks that the Yan family is really pathetic, how could they be reduced to this point.

Concubine Liang Ming did not bring her to the bedroom to be pampered, but to the study.

Yongli was somewhat on guard against this, he would not let Liang Ming cause trouble, not to mention that he kept his body like a jade, even if his man's body was exposed, both he and Yan Junyue were dead.

But even brought him to the study, what is this for?

Liang Ming didn't have any interest in consummating the house in another place. He brought Yongli to the study for no other purpose, just one—"You don't know etiquette, justice, and shame, so I'll teach you alone."

Yong Li was speechless: Thank you, you big fool of the six prefectures.

Liang Ming continued: "Dayong respected etiquette and laws the most. He studied the holy books day and night alone, and he had some experience."

Yongli thought about it, and was quite curious about what the holy book was.

Will he be able to conquer Dayong after completing his studies?

Could it be the masterpiece of the lost sages?

Yongli was eager to learn since he was a child, and he was very interested in these ancient books.

He tentatively opened his mouth: "Dayong holy book?"

Who knew that Liang Ming looked down on him too much: "The holy book is very deep, and you can't understand it with your current aptitude."

Yongli rolled his eyes in his heart: My qualifications?Dump you eighteen streets!You can understand it all, and I can easily recite it backwards.

At this time, he really didn't know that his words had come true.

Liang Ming gave him three copybooks: "Let's copy these first."

Yongli took a closer look and almost thought that Liang Ming had seen through his identity and deliberately humiliated him.

That's it?

Copy what?

How can the copybook in front of you be called a copybook?Not even words.

It's just some horizontal and vertical folds, even the enlightened young children can't practice this!

Seeing him sluggish, Liang Ming asked, "It's okay if you don't understand, just write it down."

Yongli turned to look at him.

After all, Liang Ming is a boy, and there is no boy who doesn't like to show off. He cleared his throat and said, "Come here, Gu will teach you how to use a pen."

After all, he sat down with his robe on his back, his body posture was straight, and even though he was holding the pen a little weirdly, it was okay until the tip of the pen was stained with paper, and the ink was dotted into puddles, and he became dizzy...

How to use the pen, without even controlling the pen!

Yongli was so disgusted that his hands were itchy, it could be seen that Liang Ming was so excited, he didn't want to say more, so as not to reveal his secrets.

Liang Ming wrote a bunch of horizontal and vertical folds eloquently: "Understood?"

Yongli: "..."

Liang Ming got up and gave up his seat to him: "Let's write. Write for ten days. If you have good talent, you may be able to look good."

Yongli couldn't bear it anymore: "Holy Son..."

Liang Ming looked at him: "What?"

Yong Li thought it over and said: "I grew up in Dayong since I was a child, and my mother was a servant in a well-educated family, so I was fortunate to see Dayong's young children enlightened."

Liang Ming paused, his eyes became more serious: "How did they get enlightened?"

Yongli actually feels sorry for this boy, he is very studious and looks smart, but there is no way out.

Too……

Since the founding of Dayong, in order to recuperate, communication with the six states has been completely prohibited.

The barbarians of the six states were nomadic, and it was difficult to have a final shape. So far, not to mention the measure of laws, they have not even passed down their writing.

There is no lack of admiration for Dayong culture among them, but unfortunately books are the most fragile and hardest to keep, and they have been lost to the six states, and they are not climate-friendly.

Yongli sighed inwardly, and spoke more seriously: "Children copying copybooks mostly start from the thousand-character script."

Liang Ming was startled: "Thousand Characters?" Obviously he didn't know what it was.

When Yongli was young, he copied thousands of times, if not thousands of times. If he wanted to write good calligraphy, how could he not practice calligraphy?

Even in these years, Yongli occasionally wrote it several times, and then realized the new meaning of the strokes.

Skills are not many, but fine.

If you practice a thousand-character essay well, you will be able to use your brush like flying in the future, and it will never be out of shape.

Yongli picked up this thin pen, which was really not a good one, and easily wrote a thousand-character essay.

Liang Ming didn't make a sound during the whole process of writing, and he didn't even sit down. He stood beside Yongli, staring intently at the different characters that appeared on the rice paper one after another.

Thousand-character prose, thousands of characters are not repeated, and the conception is exquisite, the sentences rhyme, the content is rich enough to cover ancient and modern times, logical and pragmatic, what is more difficult is the coordination of phonology, catchy and easy to recite.

At first glance, it is simple, but deep thinking is vast.

It is actually similar to the holy book in his hand!

When Yongli put down his pen, Liang Ming was completely insane.

People with beautiful characters are more beautiful. He has never seen a more beautiful person than the beautiful woman in front of him in his life, and he has never seen a handwriting that is more beautiful than that in front of him.

Yongli was afraid that he would not be able to understand, so he used neat lowercase script, and because he was disguised as a woman, he wrote gracefully and beautifully.

It's a pity that the spirit is lacking and the pen is slightly weak.

He lost his inner strength, and even his grip on the pen softened a lot, and Yongli's eyes drooped slightly.

Liang Ming turned to look at him, and was shocked again: "Can this book be given to Gu?"

Yongli didn't hate him very much: "The paper, pen and ink belong to the Holy Son, so why give it away."

Liang Ming smiled happily, and his bright blue eyes were shining brightly: "Since you have this attainment, you must also be able to understand holy books!"

Yongli didn't expect to be able to take a look at the so-called Great Yong's sacred book, so he would not miss the opportunity: "Thank you, my son, for your love."

Liang Ming stood up and said, "Just wait..."

Yong agreed, looking forward to it.

If the ancient book is the best, the next best thing is the orphan copy... After all, you can know the accomplishments of the Holy Court after you take a look at it.

Waiting for Liang Ming to carefully take out the holy book with thousands of hands.

Yongli also looked over solemnly.

Then... Emperor Yuan Yao's mentality collapsed!

"At the beginning of human beings, nature is good. Sex is similar. If you don't teach it, your nature will change. The way to teach is to specialize..."

Good guy, the so-called holy book is the Three Character Classic, one of the Three Treasures of Enlightenment?

It's no wonder that boy Liang Ming was astonished when he read the thousand-character essay!

He said that his wrist was weak and his handwriting was very ordinary. How could Liang Ming be so fascinated by it?

It turned out that I was shocked by the Thousand Characters!

Ok……

If the Three-Character Classic can be regarded as a sacred book, then the Thousand-Character Classic must be on the altar.

Yongli still finds it unbelievable, and suspects that Liang Xiaogou is mocking him.

"Son……"

Liang Ming's face was dignified, but the awe in his expression could not be faked: "Do you see any similarities between this holy book and the Thousand-Character Essay written by you? One is three-character and the other is four-character. Deep, catchy but lofty, every time I recite it alone, I feel that I benefit a lot..."

Yongli no longer doubts, this kid is very sincere, so sincere that he is quite ashamed——

Could it be the kings of the world, I have ignored you.