Dressed as the teacher of the Black Lotus Emperor

When Shen Qingzhuo spoke, his eyes were fixed on the little wolf cub, and as soon as he finished speaking, he felt that his straight back suddenly relaxed a little.

This reaction was completely within Mr. Shen's expectation.

Sure enough, Xiao Shen quickly raised his face, looking straight at him with beautiful obsidian eyes, "What do you want in return, Mister?"

Shen Qingzhuo clasped his hands together, supported his chin lazily, and asked, "What can you give me?"

Xiao Shen pursed his lips.

He who has nothing today, what can he give to Mr.

Shen Qingzhuo waited patiently for the next sentence.

"Since Mr. is willing to teach me, there must be Mr.'s reasons." After a short silence, Xiao Shen said with a burning gaze, "No matter what Mr. wants, I can't give it today, but I will certainly be able to give it tomorrow."

Shen Qingzhuo looked at the young little tyrant carefully, and after a while, he suddenly laughed: "Okay, very good."

With his smile, the ice and snow melted in an instant, but Xiao Shen didn't know whether his reaction was satisfied or dissatisfied, so he couldn't help frowning.

"You're young, don't always have a sad face." Shen Qingzhuo stood up and called out in a raised voice, "Xiao Dezi."

Xiao Dezi quickly rushed in from the door: "What are your orders, Master?"

Shen Qingzhuo: "Ask someone to remove all the food."

Xiao Dezi: "Yes, my lord."

A few young eunuchs walked in with low eyebrows, quickly removed the lunch, and did not dare to look up at the young master from the beginning to the end.

In a blink of an eye, there were only two masters and apprentices left in the small study.

Shen Qingzhuo walked to the desk, rolled up his sleeves and picked up a pen, and wrote two lines of poems.

With the last gesture firmly closed, he looked sideways at Tuanzi who was standing awkwardly in the corner, "What are you doing there?"

"I—" Xiao Shen put his clenched fist behind his back, and couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Can I continue to learn?"

"Otherwise?" Shen Qingzhuo raised his eyebrows slightly, "What Mr. said to you, you just ignored it."

There was a trace of bewilderment in the dark eyes.

Shen Qingzhuo: "Come here."

The training of these few days had achieved initial results, Xiao Shen subconsciously obeyed his orders and walked over.

Shen Qingzhuo raised his hand, and lightly pinched Tuanzi's small face, "You really can't give the reward you want now, but fortunately, you have confidence in you, sir."

He originally wanted to tell the little apprentice straightforwardly, yes, I treat you well because I have a conspiracy in the open.

From the bottom of his heart, his little apprentice would not believe such nonsense that his conscience is still alive and he does good deeds every day.

Unexpectedly, the little apprentice was more sensitive than he expected, and even knew how to make big cakes to win him over as an ally, which was a pleasant surprise.

And Xiao Shen is obviously not used to this kind of near-intimate behavior, and he hides his head back unnaturally.

Shen Qingzhuo clicked his tongue lightly: "Why, sir, you have worked so hard to teach you to read and write, and if you pinch your face, you won't be happy?"

Compared with the thinness when we first met, after feeding these days, Tuanzi's small face finally grew a little fleshy.Although the feel is still not good enough, but at least it can be pinched.

Xiao Shen paused when he dodged, and stood motionless on the spot.

Shen Qingzhuo was in a good mood, pinched his little face again with his fingertips, and then started a new round of teaching.

He had specifically checked before that the compulsory courses for the princes of Dayong were traditional scriptures and history books.The classics studied are the thirteen classics of traditional Confucianism, such as "Yi", "Poetry", "Book", "Li", "Spring and Autumn", etc.There are already 21 histories in the history books, plus the "History of the Dayong Dynasty" compiled by the historian of Dayong to form 22 histories.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a deep understanding of traditional Confucianism, and he doesn't have the confidence to explain the Thirteen Classics of Confucianism in a simple way, so he decided to start with the "Book of Songs", which he is more familiar with, and it is more suitable for beginners.

"Guan Guan Jujiu, in the continent of the river, a fair and fair lady, a gentleman is a good man." [3]

The first poem in the "Book of Songs" is "Guan Ju", a love song describing the love between a man and a woman.

Shen Qingzhuo thought deeply, love should be a very beautiful thing. In the original book, the tyrant has never been tempted, never had love, and never loved anyone. This may be his biggest personality flaw.

The "Book of Songs" was easy to read, even though Xiao Shen still didn't understand the deep meaning, he memorized it smoothly after reading it twice.

Xu Shi was frightened during lunch, and today he was more eager to absorb new knowledge than usual, until the sky disappeared completely, still looking unfinished.

Shen Qingzhuo had already talked dryly, stopped to drink tea to moisten his throat, and couldn't help admiring the teachers who taught him when he was studying.

"Let's go here first today." He put down the teacup and cleared his throat, "If you still want to continue studying, then take the book back."

Xiao Shen showed a hint of joy: "Can I take it back?"

Shen Qingzhuo reminded: "But you have to be careful to keep it well, and don't let others find it easily."

Xiao Shen nodded vigorously, as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word, he hugged the book into his arms, as if he was holding some beloved gift.

Shen Qingzhuo was a little funny, and flicked his forehead lightly, "You are not allowed to read at night, work and rest, remember?"

Xiao Shen nodded again, holding the book in his arms tightly.

Shen Qingzhuo noticed his small movements, and remembered that the Buddha's feet he had temporarily hugged in the morning hadn't been put to use yet, "By the way, I haven't taught you the horse stance yet."

Xiao Shen: "..."

Mr. Shen smiled and said: "I can't teach you high-end skills such as riding and archery, but I can teach you how to keep fit."

Xiao Shen faintly felt that this smile was a bit malicious, but he couldn't resist his husband's decision for the time being, so he could only follow him into the yard.

"Come on. The first step, spread your feet out, shoulder-width apart." Shen Qingzhuo went into battle himself, carefully adjusting the little apprentice's posture, "Squat down slightly, turn your toes forward, yes——now the center of gravity slowly moves down... "

Xiao Shen's body was very stiff, his calf trembled after he hadn't strided for a while, trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

But he gritted his teeth secretly and continued to insist without saying a word.

Shen Qingzhuo saw it in his eyes, guessed that the first practice time was about the same, and then said: "Okay, stand up slowly - be careful!"

He took a quick step forward and reached out to catch the little apprentice who was staggering to the ground.

The expected pain didn't come as expected, instead he bumped into the warm embrace, Xiao Shen was stunned, his mind went blank, only the tip of his nose was filled with a pleasant fragrance.

"Are you okay?" Shen Qingzhuo couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, "You are so weak, you shouldn't be torturing you."

The most urgent task is to raise the little apprentice to be fatter for nothing.

"I...it's fine." Xiao Shen buried himself in his soft chest, and replied in a muffled voice.

"It's fine." Shen Qingzhuo breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of his arms, "Can you stand still?"

Xiao Shen had recovered a long time ago, but the moment he was stripped from his master's arms, it seemed that something in his heart was also pulled out.

"I'll go back first, sir." His long and dense eyelashes drooped, and his inexplicably disappointed eyes fell to the ground.

"Well, let's go." Shen Qingzhuo waved his hand and told him worriedly, "Be careful on the road."

"Okay." Xiao Shen replied in a low voice, turned around and left Jiyue Pavilion under the moonlight.

***

The wind on a winter night was biting, Xiao Shen walked alone on the familiar palace road, and couldn't help shrinking his neck exposed to the cold wind.

From Jiyue Pavilion to Lenggong, the distance is only a quarter of an hour, but it seems to fall from the fairy palace in the sky to the underworld.

Standing in front of the cold palace overgrown with weeds, he looked at the gloomy cage in the darkness, but he couldn't control himself, feeling a deep disgust from the bottom of his heart.

Twelve years ago, he uttered his first cry here, and he was trapped here for a long time after that.Originally, he was already used to everything here, moldy steamed buns, damp bedding, cold bed, squeaking rats in the corner.

But tonight, he always felt that the noise of mice was very loud, very annoying, and disturbed him very much.

Xiao Shen sat on the bed with his knees hugged, staring coldly at the mice that came out to hunt for food at night.

Because there is not enough food, the mice in the cold palace are very thin, and the weather becomes colder, and their movements become more sluggish.

In the process of dealing with them for a long time, Xiao Shen has already summed up enough experience. He got up from the couch, his footsteps were as light as nothing, and when he approached the corner, he fell down and crawled forward in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to move.

With a sound of "squeak", he caught the mouse that slipped through the net with lightning speed.

"I've caught you." Taking advantage of the moonlight, he looked at the struggling little mouse in his hand, with a weird smile on his face.

He got up, squatted on the ground, stepped the little mouse under his feet, exerted force little by little, and then relaxed a little bit, repeating this back and forth several times, appreciating with satisfaction the little mouse screaming and screaming and struggling desperately.

Just like himself, struggling in vain and miserably under the soles of those people...

Xiao Shen's face suddenly turned cold, and he lost interest in continuing to play in an instant.

He let go of his foot, and just as the mouse was about to flee, he stepped on it hard.

At the same time, a soft voice came from my ear: "Little apprentice, are you asleep?"

As soon as Xiao Shen lost his mind, the movements of his feet paused, allowing the little mouse, which was supposed to be gut-wrenching, to escape.

After a while, he put away the gloomy look on his face, turned around and looked out the window.

Under the bright moonlight, the slender jade-like young man was standing in front of the window lattice with his hands behind his hands. The moonlight was hazy, but his eyes accustomed to the darkness could clearly see that the young man was smiling gently at him.

Xiao Shen swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva: "Sir?"

"Sir, I'm here to bring you something." Shen Qingzhuo raised the book in his hand, "The treasure you've been thinking about has fallen."

After a while, Xiao Shen fumbled and lit a candle, and the inner hall was lit up instantly.

Shen Qingzhuo put the book on the bedside, went back to the table, and opened the food box he brought, "The small dining room stewed a pot of herbal chicken soup, I don't like the taste, I brought it for you without taking a couple of sips. "

The smell of hot chicken soup filled the inner room, but Xiao Shen just stood far away.

"You don't like it either?" Shen Qingzhuo glanced at him and said to himself, "If you don't like it, you have to drink it."

Xiao Shen remained silent.

Shen Qingzhuo coaxed patiently: "I also brought you jujube cake, it's so sweet, don't you want to try it?"

But no matter what he said, Xiao Shen's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground.

Running out of patience, Shen Qingzhuo lowered his face: "I'll count to three, one, two—"

Xiao Shen finally reluctantly moved over.

Shen Qingzhuo was almost laughed out of anger, and raised his hand to pull him over, but before his hand touched the corner of his clothes, he was thrown away like an electric shock.

Mr. Shen was startled, not understanding what his little apprentice was up to.

"Dirty." Xiao Shen squeezed out a word from his throat.

Shen Qingzhuo: "What did you say?"

The author has something to say:

Mr. Shen: I'm angry, hum!

Note [3] from "Guanju"

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