Dressed as the teacher of the Black Lotus Emperor

Shen Qingzhuo intended to kill the majestic eunuchs, so he walked straight to the inner hall with a cold face and asked them to continue kneeling.

Especially the Wang Gui who took the lead today, if he guessed correctly, this person is the eyeliner who tipped off the East Palace.

When passing by the dumpling standing upright in place, Shen Qingzhuo grabbed the slender little arm, and at the same time told Xiao Dezi behind him: "Bring in the ruler."

Xiao Shen stumbled and followed him into the inner room, his upper and lower lips were pursed into a straight line, and he remained silent.

Ridiculous, what did he do wrong?

After a while, Shen Qingzhuo took the ruler from Xiao Dezi, and handed him a signal look by the way.

Xiao Dezi stared blankly at his master, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, quickly exited the inner room, closed the door and stood guard at the door.

Then, everyone heard a crisp sound coming from the bedroom.

"Who taught you to steal from Mr.'s room?" Shen Qingzhuo reprimanded sharply while beating, "Do you admit your mistake?"

Xiao Shen stood in the middle of the inner room, with a hint of bewilderment in his stubborn eyes, he didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd for a moment.

With a "snap", the ruler was placed on the desk again, "Do you admit your mistake?"

Shen Qingzhuo held the ruler in his hand, and showed the dumpling with his eyes: don't you want to ask twice?

At this moment, Xiao Shen finally came to his senses, his little brows were tightly frowned, and after a long while, he reluctantly retorted: "I'm not wrong!"

"That's right?" Shen Qingzhuo's voice was ruthless, "Today, I will beat you until you admit your mistake!"

There were two crisp "pops" again, and he began to push forward, asking softly: "Why don't you cry a few more times?"

When a child from an ordinary family is beaten with a ruler, it is designated to cry loudly.

Speaking of which, the appearance of Tuanzi crying is quite cute.

Xiao Shen slightly opened his eyes wide, with an expression of not being able to understand what he was talking about.

Shen Qingzhuo spread his hands with a little regret, guessing that the play was almost done, put down the ruler, and took out a plain handkerchief from his sleeve.

He walked up to Tuanzi, leaning over to wipe off the plaster on his little face.

Xiao Shen subconsciously turned his face away, and took a step back.

"Hiding for what?" Shen Qingzhuo frowned unhappily, stretched out his hand to pinch the small chin, and brought the dumpling back, "The veil is clean, let me wipe your face."

Xiao Shen was forced to raise his face, this time he didn't dodge it again, a glimmer of light flickered in his dark eyes.

His fingers were cold, but his expression was very serious, as if he was not wiping his own face, but restoring some precious calligraphy, painting or porcelain.

"Okay." After a while, Shen Qingzhuo let go of his hand and straightened his waist, "The little eunuch who bullied you just now, I bullied you back, so what should you say?"

Xiao Shen lowered his eyelashes and replied in a low voice: "Thank you."

"En." Shen Qingzhuo nodded in approval, and threw the dirty handkerchief on the desk, "Go back today and have a good rest."

After thinking about it, he felt uneasy again, so he raised his voice and called out, "Xiao Dezi!"

Xiao Dezi, who was guarding the door, immediately pushed the door open and entered, "What are your orders, Master?"

"Send His Highness the Seventh Prince back to the Leng Palace." Shen Qingzhuo said lightly, "Be sure to send it safely."

Xiao Dezi: "Yes, my lord."

The door closed again, and Shen Qingzhuo walked slowly back to the desk, tapped the table with his fingertips, and fell into deep thought.

After thinking about it last night, since the system said that it would be difficult for him to defeat the grown-up tyrant, he had to find another way.

No one is born a villain except a natural sociopath.Most of the reasons why Xiao Shen in the original book became a generation of tyrants come from his unfortunate childhood.

He was bullied and humiliated in the cannibalistic palace since he was a child. He was taught by precepts and deeds from those around him, and he learned to be ruthless and ruthless.And because he has never received an orthodox education, he has no awe and pity for life in his heart, and has been pursuing the pleasure of trampling everyone under his feet and wantonly slaughtering and torturing him all his life.

It is the fault of the son not to teach his father, and the laziness of the teacher. Now that he is destined to become Xiao Shen's teacher, he has the opportunity to correct it fundamentally.

At the age of 12, whether it is big or small, it is like a sapling that grows wildly with the wind. What he has to do now is to straighten this crooked sapling.

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On a winter night, everything is silent, especially in the cold palace.

Xiao Shen lay on the bed, his body trembling uncontrollably, he felt that the quilt covering his body was as cold as iron, and it made him unable to breathe.

It's just a normal quilt after sleeping all night, the bed in the cold palace has become so unbearable.

He tossed and turned the pancakes on the bed, hungry and uncomfortable, until a scream that seemed to be crying was heard in his ear.

Shocked, Xiao Shen immediately got off the bed and staggered towards the main hall.

In the pitch-dark main hall, his mother and concubine were crying madly again in the middle of the night, and what she kept repeating was the same sentence: "Xiao Lang, why did you betray me..."

In the past two years, the mother and concubine fell asleep most of the time, and the number of times she went crazy has decreased a lot. I don't know what stimulated her tonight, and she reverted to her old ways.

Xiao Shen stood far away at the entrance of the hall, seeing that she was just crying and her life was not in danger, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and planned to go back to sleep.

Unexpectedly, through the moonlight outside the door, Concubine Zhao confessed her son's mistake again, and rushed forward all of a sudden.

"Mother Concubine, it's me!" Xiao Shen was thrown to the ground by her, his slender neck was pinched, he could only kick his legs with difficulty, "It's me...Mother Concubine, I'm not Father Emperor!"

"You lied to me, you lied to me...you killed my parents, my brother and younger brother, Xiao Lang! Xiao Lang, you are so cruel, you made me suffer so much!" Concubine Zhao Gui Unable to listen to any words, he strangled his son like crazy, "I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"

"Mother, mother concubine..." Xiao Shen's entire face turned purple red, his kicking calves had collapsed to the extreme, and his thin body was completely unable to break free from the mad concubine mother.

His mind went blank, and his breathing was almost stagnant. At this moment, Xiao Shen suddenly let go of his hand and gave up struggling.

His birth was a mistake. Instead of lingering on like this, it would be better...it would be better to be strangled to death like this, and return his humble life to the concubine...

The next moment, a thin figure flashed past, and with a "bang", the concubine, who was strangling him desperately, was thrown off.

At the same time, Shen Qingzhuo sat back on the ground because of too much force in this lift.

"Crazy woman!" Mr. Shen panted heavily, cursing without manners.

The book did not describe in detail the abuse Xiao Shen suffered when he was a child. Only a few lines were briefly included in the book. Now that he witnessed it with his own eyes, Shen Qingzhuo knew that his mother and concubine went crazy and really wanted to strangle him to death. His son is not hypocritical at all.

He took a few breaths, propped himself up and stood up, and raised his hand to pat the dust sticky on the lamb fur, still feeling a lingering fear.

If he didn't come to the cold palace tonight, wouldn't that dumpling be strangled to death by his own mother?

"Cough, cough cough..." Xiao Shen lay dizzy on the ground, the redness on his face hadn't faded yet, he covered his neck with one hand and coughed, like the wind coming from a broken bellows, out of breath.

Shen Qingzhuo carefully turned back to check, and found that Concubine Zhao Gui had passed out, so she completely let go of her heart.

The original owner's body is really too weak, if the crazy imperial concubine gets up and fights with him again, he may not be sure of winning.

You can't just be ruthless and kill people, right?

Shen Qingzhuo walked up to Tuanzi, and when he recovered, he leaned over and stretched out a hand, "Are you okay? I'll pull you up."

The moonlight is like silver, and it pours in from behind, casting a hazy and warm light on the head full of black hair.

Xiao Shen walked through the ghost gate, raised his eyes in a trance, as if he saw the bright moon descending from the sky.

He had asked countless times in his heart, are there really gods in this world?If so, why not come to rescue him?

He waited year after year before finally realizing that there is no god in this world who can save him.

"Cough..." Xiao Shen struggled to prop up his upper body, as if fascinated, he slowly put his hand into the warm palm.

Shen Qingzhuo clenched that little hand, thought for a while, and simply hugged the dumpling horizontally, turned around and walked towards the side hall.

A princess hug came again, and he realized how light and fluffy the dumpling was again, and a small dumpling nestled pitifully in his arms, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

I was almost strangled to death by my own mother, I guess the whole person was scared stupid.

Walking to the bed, Shen Qingzhuo carefully put the dumpling back on the bed, and stood beside the bed with his waist pinched, breathing heavily from exhaustion.

"Mother concubine, she..." Xiao Shen sat on the bed and muttered something in a very low voice.

Shen Qingzhuo didn't hear clearly, thinking that Tuanzi was worried about his concubine mother, he sighed lightly: "Understood, I will move your concubine mother back to the bed."

Tuanzi's worry was not unreasonable. In this winter, if he lay on the ground overnight, he would probably be dead when he woke up tomorrow morning.

So, Mr. Shen returned to the main hall, moved Concubine Zhao to the bed without complaint, and secretly looked at the sleeping woman under the hazy moonlight.

Decades of unbearable life in the cold palace had completely destroyed her. Her dry and hairy long hair fell loose, covering most of her face. No matter what, she couldn't see the allure of the city back then.

Regarding the case of General Zhao’s rebellion, the original book did not describe this period of the past in detail, but Concubine Zhao’s father and brother were killed overnight, her family was ransacked, and she was thrown into limbo, with an unborn child in her belly. To whom, not crazy?

However, it is another matter to be so crazy that the six relatives do not recognize him and want to kill his own son.

Shen Qingzhuo let out a long sigh, covered her with the quilt, confirmed that she was still breathing, and then turned and left.

Returning to the side hall again, Xiao Shen was still sitting on the bed in a daze, but half a candle was lit on the table, and the trembling flames swayed in the cold wind.

Shen Qingzhuo walked over, stuffed the hand stove he picked up into his arms, took off the lamb fur on his body, and wrapped it around his thin body.

"I don't want it." Xiao Shen suddenly recovered and struggled awkwardly.

"If you still want to study and practice calligraphy, find a way to get better as soon as possible." Shen Qingzhuo warned in a cold tone, his actions were tough and could not be refused.

Hearing this, Xiao Shen suddenly raised his small face, surprised but incredulous: "Are you willing to teach me how to read?"

"If you don't teach you how to read and write, how can you be your husband?" Shen Qingzhuo chuckled, "But the ugly words come first. If you want to learn the real skills, you have to be mentally prepared."

Xiao Shen lowered his head again, his heart was really not that simple, this person will still find a way to torture himself.

However, if he could really get the chance to read and practice calligraphy in exchange for this, then he would be willing to be punished, anyway, he has always come here like this.

"Why, are you afraid?" Shen Qingzhuo took two small steps back, with a neutral tone, "Afraid of me, or of suffering?"

"I—" Xiao Shen wanted to say something, but swallowed it back, and finally only asked, "Why?"

Under the flickering lights, the little wolf cub was staring at him, with two clusters of bright flames burning in his dark eyes.

The question was nonsensical, but Shen Qingzhuo understood it all at once, and said with a faint smile: "If I said, I had a nightmare last night, dreaming that one day many years later, I would be hacked into pieces by you Do you believe it or not?"

Xiao Shen's pupils shrank suddenly, his waist arched, and his fists on the bed board unconsciously clenched.

It is a posture of being ready to attack at any time.

"Three thousand knives, cut slowly one by one, it hurts to death." Shen Qingzhuo didn't seem to notice his abnormality, his voice was soft, and his tone seemed to be true or false, "So, in order to reduce the pain in the future, my husband decided to treat you now. better."

Xiao Shen showed suspicion on his face, obviously he still didn't believe his nonsense.

Shen Qingzhuo didn't expect him to change his mind easily, he took out several bottles and jars from his wide sleeves, and put them on the table, "These are medicines from the Imperial Hospital, I wrote down the usage and dosage, and pasted them on the bottles .”

His body was wrapped in warm lamb fur, Xiao Shen felt like he was buried in a soft and fluffy cloud, and he smelled a strong fragrance of winter plums again at the tip of his nose.

His eyes were full of guard and confusion, but his eyes could not help but follow the slender and beautiful hand.

"Don't look at me like that." Shen Qingzhuo picked up the candle wick casually, and said with a light smile, "Just pretend that Mr. has a good conscience every day?"

Xiao Shen sucked his little nose unconsciously, but remained silent.

"Ahem..." Shen Qingzhuo turned his face sideways, and coughed twice with his fist against his upper lip, "Okay, enough troubles tonight, His Highness should go to bed early after taking the medicine, and recover quickly."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and planned to go back to Jiyue Pavilion.

It was freezing cold, and the lamb fur was taken off by Tuanzi, who was too cold to hold on.

After all, he was young and couldn't hold his breath. Just when he was about to step out of the threshold, a young boy's low and hoarse voice came from behind him.

"When does it begin?"

Shen Qingzhuo turned his back to Tuanzi, and a smile appeared on his pretty lips, "Whenever your highness wants to start, that's when it will start."

The author has something to say:

Mr. Shen: The appearance of the little apprentice crying is so cute~

The little apprentice who grew up: The way the husband is crying is even cuter...

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