[Three Kingdoms] stay together

"Loyalty and trustworthiness are the foundation of etiquette; righteousness and reason are the foundation of etiquette. There is no foundation, no writing." Guo Jia stood by the desk with his hands behind his back, and walked half a circle around the listener, seeing the other party's expression clouded. The appearance in the fog sighed and asked: "This sentence comes from "Ritual Vessels", Your Highness understands it."

"Do not……"

"Nothing?" Guo Jia smiled and played with the punishment props in his hands, waiting for Metasequoia to say the last word he knew.

Looking at the deep wooden strips dangling in front of him, Metasequoia's eyes wandered for a while, but he didn't dare to say the last word.Just now he had seen Guo Jia's palms slapped with wooden sticks, and it would definitely hurt if he was hit, Metasequoia thought in his heart, and he missed the time when Diao Chan hadn't left before half a cup of tea.At least she is here, Metasequoia and Guo Jia are in a two-on-one situation, and the two can strengthen each other.

Now only Metasequoia faces Guo Jia by himself, and I always have a strange feeling in my heart, that is, I dare not look into Guo Jia's eyes, especially when I can't answer...

The dark wooden stick in Guo Jia's hand feels painful, and he himself feels even more painful.Metasequoia is lowering his head to taste the feeling of fearing the teacher, although he can only classify this feeling as pain at present.

"Your Highness." Guo Jia suddenly said.

"Ah?" Metasequoia looked up upon hearing the sound, and immediately met Guo Jia's gaze.Looking at each other, Metasequoia's pupils shrank, and he wanted to move away nervously, but found that he was actually bound by Guo Jia's hands on the chair and couldn't move.

As for Guo Jia, he slowly bent down and brought his face closer.

Metasequoia doesn't understand what ambiguity is, nor does it understand how dangerous such a distance is.It may be that he has long been used to Lu Bu's hands and feet.Therefore, I don't think there is anything wrong with Guo Jia's doing so.I just felt a burst of hot air blowing around my neck, and my body trembled uncontrollably.A feeling of undulations, starting from Metasequoia's stiff fingers, rolling all the way to the lower back.

It made him inexplicably have an idea of ​​pushing Guo Jia away.But he didn't do it, just because he couldn't understand why he did it?Metasequoia doesn't hate it, nor does it feel like it much.This feeling is like eating or not, it doesn't matter.

Guo Jia quickly left Metasequoia. He got up, glanced at Metasequoia's expression, went to the window and threw something out, then turned around and said with a smile, "Your Highness can continue."

Metasequoia watched Guo Jia walk back calmly, and started to talk again.Out of curiosity, he glanced out the window and asked, "What did you just throw away?"

"It's just a few sweet-scented osmanthus petals." Guo Jia still smiled, and didn't seem to linger on this question, and began to talk again: "Your Highness is just learning these things and don't be afraid if you don't understand them. Jiahui will answer them one by one. , Now, let’s talk about this ruler first.” As he spoke, he shook the thing in his hand that looked like a deep wooden stick in the eyes of Metasequoia, put away his smiling face, and started to give lectures in a serious manner.

"The precept of the ruler means warning and punishment, and the ruler is a measure. This ruler is not used to beat His Highness, but to let His Highness understand that if you don't follow the rules, you can't make a square."

Guo Jia's teaching is still going on, and Metasequoia has also withdrawn his thoughts of staying outside the window. Time passed, and the tea in the study room in the side room has been changed several times.Guo Jia taught Metasequoia for a whole afternoon. He didn't stop until he had a sore throat and watched Metasequoia write by himself.

In Guo Jia's eyes, Metasequoia's character is not bad, but it is too delicate and lacks the masculinity of a man.

"Your Highness, let's be like this today. Words cannot be corrected in a day or two." Guo Jia knew very well that Metasequoia was kept in the deep palace by Emperor Ling, and most of the characters were taught by the attendants around him. Anyway, there will be civil servants in the future. Help me write, it doesn't matter if I change it or not, "It's already late today, Your Highness, go back to your room to wash up, and then have dinner."

"Yeah." Metasequoia nodded, put down the brush in his hand, and his movements were considered regular. The clothes were not stained with ink like a beginner's child, only the side of the belly of the middle finger was accidentally stained, touched it a little, and approached There is also a small bump on the side of the last finger of the nail.

This afternoon, Metasequoia had another wonderful experience.He can write, but it is a pity that he can't remember what he learned, and he doesn't know why he didn't forget it, but he can write.Hold the pen naturally, write down naturally.You can write with ease.The body seems to have memorized all the movements, acting instead of the empty brain, and every movement can be completed even without deliberately doing it.

Why do you write?Did you learn it before?Who taught me?

Metasequoia's brain began to think about it unconsciously again. It knew it would hurt and learned to restrain itself, but sometimes it still couldn't help but want to think about it.Is it the one who told himself to learn to hibernate?No, Metasequoia doesn't know why, I don't think it's the person who taught me how to write, the person who taught me how to write, should be more important.

"Hmm." Metasequoia's head tingled again, followed by a splitting headache. This time, the pain of memories was even more unbearable than the previous few times!Almost torn his head apart.

Seeing Metasequoia covering his head suddenly, Guo Jia was startled, and immediately stepped forward to support the person who was shaking and was about to roll to the ground, and asked anxiously, "Your Highness! Who are you?" Guo Jia suddenly remembered that Hua Tuo He once said that the disease in His Highness's brain is not stable, and he may often suffer from headaches.

"Could it be that you have a headache again?!" Guo Jia's eyes widened when he said this, and he said to the maid who stood by and wanted to come up to help: "Go to the housekeeper and call Doctor Hua."

"Yes."

Guo Jia didn't know how long it would take for Imperial Physician Hua to arrive, but Metasequoia's condition looked very bad. His rosy face was instantly pale, his face was covered with sweat, and his eyes were tightly closed, which was very painful.

Scenes of memory fragments flashed back in Metasequoia's head.The gray sky, the gray hall, and a man wearing strange gray patterns, the only thing that is not gray is a man in bright green clothes who is the same stature as Diao Chan. He pulls himself to walk in the gray world, he My mouth is moving, but I can't hear a sound!

"Ugh." Metasequoia rolled in Guo Jia's arms in pain, he couldn't stop, he was still thinking about it.

In his memory, everything around him sticks together like thick sugar water that has been disturbed, and the person holding him gradually melts.No!don't want!Don't take her away from me too—!You have taken my queen mother!Please!Please return her to me—!

"Don't..." Metasequoia murmured in pain.

Guo Jia was also very nervous. He was very worried that the person in his arms would not be able to carry him, and he would inevitably think wildly. He was worried that he might have frightened the metasequoia during his teaching, which prevented him from staying until the evening doctor Hua came to see him.

"Your Highness! Your Highness—!" Guo Jia patted Metasequoia's cheek a few times, but he couldn't open his eyes.

Your Highness Your Highness Your Highness...

Your Highness Your Highness Your Highness...

Your Highness Your Highness Your Highness...

Guo Jia's voice was muddy with the voice in memory, Metasequoia could no longer tell who was who.The stickiness was mixed together, as if to remix the stickiness that he was submerged in, and turned into another scene.

——It's a big fire...

A sea of ​​flames engulfed the entire palace. Someone was holding his hand and pressing down on his body. That person was laughing and pushing his head forward forcefully, as if wanting him to witness what happened before his eyes. Seems like.

Tears dripping with coolness fell on the back of Guo Jia's hand, and the child who was in pain just now suddenly calmed down, curled up in his arms.

Metasequoia covered his eyes with his hands and sobbed, crying like a child...

"Your Highness..." Guo Jia didn't like to see people cry, especially men.A man should stand upright, so how can he shed tears casually.He wanted to teach Metasequoia, but he couldn't get it out of his mouth.Looking at the child in his arms who was sobbing desperately.Guo Jia lowered his eyes, straightened the person in his arms, and carefully patted the child on the back.

Probably remembered something.Guo Jia thought to himself when he heard Metasequoia's cries getting louder and louder with his slaps.

When Physician Hua came from Cao Cao, Guo Jia had already carried the Metasequoia to the bed in his room.When Physician Hua came, Metasequoia had stopped crying, and just stared at a point in the room with his eyes, a little lifeless, as if he didn't care about life anymore.

"Your Highness, are you... thinking too much?" Hua Tuo's medical skills are excellent, and he is not sure about this meeting.I haven't seen you for a few days, how could His Highness think so hard that it caused his whole body to become weak?Although these four words can't be seen by just looking at the pulse, but looking at the pulse, it seems that you are overthinking!

What the hell happened to make a child who had forgotten everything and was in the period of innocence think too much?Physician Hua stroked his beard, then turned to look at Guo Jia who was frowning.

Guo Jia, who was present at the time, should have told Hua Tuo all the different symptoms that His Highness showed before and after.But he didn't say anything.Let the maid take good care of His Highness, and after taking Hua Tuo out to leave a new prescription, let the old servant escort the confused imperial doctor back home in a car.

After Hua Tuo left, it was completely dark.

Guo Jiali stood with his hands behind his back in the dark courtyard, and the scene that happened just now flashed back before his eyes. He didn't know why, so he helped His Highness hide it.Guo Jia was sure that Metasequoia must have thought of something, otherwise he wouldn't have said that, and wouldn't have shown that expression of indifference to life and death.What kind of encounter made him become like this?

Guo Jia squinted his eyes, and kept filtering through his mind the people who had contact with His Highness. Among them, the one who flashed the most times was Liu Hong, the Ling Emperor who raised and disabled His Highness.

No, not right.Guo Jia shook his head again, His Highness said no, it must have been forced to do something, or someone did something in front of him.Excluding Lingdi who didn't dare to act like this, his head began to filter again, and then, the person who flashed the most was.

——Dong Zhuo.

Guo Jia's pupils shrank. If it was this person, it would not be impossible to make His Highness look like this.Think about what he has done; take the opportunity to occupy the capital, hold Xiandi hostage, drive away the people of Luoyang, set fire to...

Fire-burn-Luo-yang-city.

Guo Jia clenched his fists unconsciously, squinting his eyes, and all the dots he had imagined in his mind were connected into a line.A dangerous light flashed in Guo Jia's eyes, and he said with a smile, "Hehe, it's a pity that Lu Bu took the lead." After speaking, he shook his head and said mockingly, "What's wrong with me..."

Looking up, I looked at the osmanthus standing in the courtyard that was blown off many petals by the wind.

Thinking of the boy crying so heartbreakingly, Guo Jia muttered to himself in a daze: "What should he do with Jia?" After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and went back to the study with a blank expression.