Dressed as the teacher of the Black Lotus Emperor

Pei Shaofu is a modest gentleman, always self-denying and respectful, today he made an exception and grabbed Mr. Shen's arm, it was a desperate and helpless move.

This scolding was like a blow to the head, and he couldn't help but bow his head in embarrassment, "Sorry, it was Pei who lost his composure."

In just one sentence, the Seventh Prince galloped between the two of them from a distance of more than ten steps away.

"What do you want to do?" The boy with fried hair was like a wolf cub protecting food, baring his teeth and claws and howling at Pei Shaofu.

"Your Highness the Seventh Prince." Pei Yanqi's expression returned to normal, and he bowed his hands and said, "This is a private matter between Mr. Pei and Mr. Shen."

The implication is, Seventh Prince, you have no right to intervene.

Hearing these words, a sharp and strong murderous intent flashed in his dark eyes, Xiao Shen was about to speak, but he heard a clear voice from behind: "Your Highness Seventh."

The darkness in his eyes faded instantly, he turned around, and said in a bad tone: "Mr. Shen, why hasn't my highness heard that you have any private friendship with Shaofu Pei of the East Palace?"

He intentionally bit down the words "East Palace" and "Pei Shaofu" very heavily, so that people can understand the meaning behind his words.

Shen Qingzhuo choked, and replied: "Your Highness Seventh may—"

"Your Highness the Seventh may not know something. Before Master Shen became His Highness's husband, he lived in the East Palace for three years." Pei Yanqi smiled lightly and explained on behalf of Master Shen in a neither humble nor haughty manner.

This is clearly known to everyone in the palace, but Pei Shaofu wanted to point it out on purpose.

Sure enough, the next moment, the handsome face of the Seventh Prince suddenly darkened.

Kong Qianhu, who was watching from the sidelines, silently wiped the sweat from his forehead. What's going on? Why does he feel that the atmosphere is inexplicably chilling?

The Seventh Prince's ever-changing attitude towards Mr. Shen has completely confused him...

"In this way, Mr. Shen really has a private relationship with Shaofu Pei?" Xiao Shen's voice seemed to come from an ice cellar under the scorching sun, "Could it be that Mr. Shen... his heart is in Cao Ying, and he is in Han?"

Shen Qingzhuo: "..."

In front of outsiders, he couldn't show his young apprentice's prestige, so he lowered his eyelashes and replied calmly: "Your Highness, I am just acquainted with Pei Shaofu, so I am going to leave now."

Hearing this, there was a faint crack under Pei Yanqi's calm mask, but he didn't speak out again.

"That's very good." Xiao Shen smiled sadly, and his tone was full of warning, "Since Mr. Shen has become the husband of His Highness, it's best to keep his own position and firmly remember his duty. Associating with dubious people."

With those words, they hit two people at the same time.

Shen Qingzhuo pursed his lips, and continued to give face to the little apprentice: "Your Highness, please relax."

Xiao Shen stared at him for several times with a cloudy expression, then snorted coldly and walked away.

Pei Shaofu has such a delicate heart, how could he not see that the Seventh Prince was deliberately making things difficult, and sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry Mr. Shen, Mr. Pei has caused you trouble."

"Pei Shaofu is serious." Shen Qingzhuo's eyes fell to the side, "I will go first, Pei Shaofu can do whatever he wants."

After all, he didn't give him a chance to stay, and walked straight forward.

"Shen..." Pei Yanqi stood where he was, but did not catch up, but slowly swallowed the remaining words in his mouth.

"Let's take my leave first." Kong Shang also bowed his hands to leave, and then strode forward, hurriedly following the back of his lord.

***

Beizhen Fusi, Imperial Prison.

The scorching heat did not spread to the imperial prison, and the cell was still dark and damp, with rats and insects scurrying everywhere, and it was full of cold air.

Shen Qingzhuo walked slowly through the narrow passage. When the prisoners on both sides of the cell saw him, they shouted loudly: "My lord! I am wronged, Mr. Shen!"

Mr. Shen turned a deaf ear, walked to a cell, and stopped.

The prisoner in this cell was Yang Wenwang, the Diange University scholar who clamored for a face-to-face when he first set foot in the imperial prison.

This Yang Wenwang was originally a minister of the Ministry of Rites and also a bachelor. Before the case of favoritism and fraud, Lian Zhong, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, was charged with "creating cliques and disordering the government" and sent to prison. He kept shouting "wrongful" in the prison. .

"My lord, this subordinate will bring him up now." Wei Changping untied the key hanging from his waist, opened the prison door and walked in.

Yang Wenwang was lying on the straw mat, his life and death were unknown, Wei Changping called out twice, but got no response, so he pulled out the thorn whip wrapped around his waist, and slapped him with a "slap".

"Ouch..." Yang Wenwang's body twitched unconsciously, and his mouth let out a moan as light as a mosquito.

After more than four months in the Imperial Prison, this imperial scholar who had participated in the government was already bruised and half-dead, but he couldn't swallow his breath.

Although Yang Wenwang was a civil servant, his bones were harder than most military generals. He was sentenced to prison and tortured for four months, and he swore not to plead guilty.

However, there is also a reason why Mr. Shen secretly released the water.As long as others are in the prison, Jin Yiwei's methods of punishment will be restrained. As we all know, Mr. Shen doesn't like blood, and even less like the prisoners in the prison crying and howling like ghosts and wolves. It's like a purgatory on earth.

"Wei Qianhu." Shen Qingzhuo stopped him, "I have something important to ask, don't kill him."

"Yes, my lord." Wei Changping put away his whip and ordered Jin Yiwei to carry Yang Wenwang out.

Now, no one dared to despise this weak governor of Beizhen, including Wei Changping, even though he still had a lot of dissatisfaction in his heart, he remained respectful on his face.

Mr. Shen's methods are indeed outstanding.

A moment later, Yang Wenwang was forcibly awakened by Jin Yiwei, and he was firmly tied to the chair.

"My lord came to prison on the first day, and you said you were wronged." Shen Qingzhuo stood with his hands behind his back, "Today I will give you this opportunity to redress your grievances."

Yang Wenwang's head was drooping, but he raised his head with difficulty when he heard the words, his dull eyes looked at him through the messy hair, his chapped lips moved, and he uttered inaudible words.

Shen Qingzhuo had already dismissed the Jin Yiwei on both sides, so he had no choice but to turn around and take a cup of tea, walked up to Yang Shilang, and fed him with his own hands.

"Yang Shilang drink slowly." Shen Qingzhuo whispered softly while feeding, "If you are wronged, you can drink any good tea in the future."

When a cup of tea had run out, he took back the cup and threw it back on the table, "Okay, now we can talk."

Yang Wenwang gasped for breath, as if he was accumulating energy, and after a long while, he spoke again: "You...what do you..."

"What qualifications do you ask me?" Shen Qingzhuo smiled, and said slowly, "You are in Fusi Prison in Beizhen, and the only person who is willing to listen to your grievances is me."

Yang Wenwang stared at him intently, speaking like a leaky bellows: "Miansheng...I want to be Miansheng..."

"Recognize the reality, Master Yang, the Holy Majesty will never see you again." Shen Qingzhuo sighed softly, "You only have one chance, if you don't say anything today, within half a month, you will die in this prison , the body was devoured by rats."

Yang Wenwang showed fear and resentment on his face, and hissed indistinctly.

"Well, let me guess first." Shen Qingzhuo put his arms around his chest, "You want Chen's grievances to be related to Cao Ren, the cabinet's second assistant?"

Yang Wenwang was startled, and said in confusion, "You... you, what do you... know?"

"I also guess that it's not only related to the cabinet secretary, but also the Crown Prince in the East Palace." Shen Qingzhuo restrained his smile and looked at him with a serious expression, "Brother Yang, isn't it?"

At this moment, Yang Wenwang struggled and bounced on the chair as if he was returning to the light, and said intermittently: "June Feixue, I, I have a heinous grievance... It's not in vain... Death, death can't be forgiven... Can you... …You dare?"

Shen Qingzhuo knew what Yang Shilang was asking, nodded slightly, and replied firmly: "I can, I dare."

"Okay, okay..." Yang Wenwang slumped back on the chair again, panting with difficulty.

The sky has eyes, and after four months of inhuman torture, he finally made him wait for this opportunity!

***

At sunset, the sky will be dark, and everything will be hazy.

Shen Qingzhuo walked alone on the palace road, his brain kept spinning at a high speed.

Before he knew it, he was getting closer and closer to Jiyue Pavilion, and he suddenly and keenly noticed that there was an extra person behind him.

"Dark guard?" He paused slightly, calling out tentatively.

"Yes, master." With a low and cold voice, a dark guard in black appeared in front of him.

"In the future, when it's not dark, you don't need to pick me up." Shen Qingzhuo couldn't help laughing, "I've walked this road countless times, and it's very safe."

The dark guard didn't respond, and the tip of his nose moved slightly, "My lord, have you gone to the Imperial Prison?"

"Why, did you smell blood?" Shen Qingzhuo lowered his head and sniffed the smell on himself, "It really is."

The bloody and dead air that is unique to the Imperial Prison, as long as one enters, it will inevitably be contaminated.

Shen Qingzhuo lowered his sleeves, "Did it bring back bad memories for you?"

The dark guard shook his head: "No."

"By the way, you should give yourself a name. You can't always be called the dark guard." Shen Qingzhuo started to walk again, "Everyone has a name."

The dark guard was silent for a while, and then replied in a low voice: "I haven't read a book, so I don't know how to name it. The master helped me name it."

"Ah...that's it." Shen Qingzhuo was thoughtful, "That's fine, I'll tell you when I think of your name."

"Yes, master." The dark guard responded and followed the master silently.

After returning to Jiyue Pavilion, Shen Qingzhuo immediately ordered someone to fetch warm water, take a bath and change clothes.

Stepping out of the bathtub, as soon as she put on a white silk underwear, she heard a familiar voice from outside the palace door: "Mister, sir! Where are you, sir!"

A series of calls seemed impatient.

Shen Qingzhuo quickly closed his clothes, and then replied loudly: "Come in."

The door of the hall was pushed open from the outside, Xiao Shen stepped into the inner hall covered in sweat, his gaze rested on Mr., and his rapid breathing was suddenly suffocated.

Shen Qingzhuo frowned slightly, "Why are you so anxious?"

"It's nothing..." Xiao Shen denied, and took another two steps inside, "I'm just guessing, sir should be back."

"That's all?" Shen Qingzhuo couldn't help but give the little apprentice a blank look, "Looking at your burning eyebrows, you thought something serious happened."

Xiao Shen blinked his eyes, muttered and replied: "It's a big deal to come to see Mr...."

With a soft "tsk", Shen Qingzhuo took the white towel from the shelf and wiped the ends of her hair wet with water.

"Let me wipe it for Mister!" Xiao Shen volunteered to raise his hand, without waiting for his consent, he pulled him to sit on the side of the bed, "Sir, just rest."

Shen Qingzhuo didn't resist, but just looked sideways, "There's nothing to be courteous about. After all, what do you want to ask sir?"

"Where is it?" The young man immediately opened his phoenix eyes wide, and retorted, "Be nice to sir, do you need a reason?"

"Ha..." Shen Qingzhuo smirked, turning over old accounts, "I have not forgotten how you hated Mr. in front of the emperor."

"I'm not..." Xiao Shen hesitated, trying to pass the test, "I'm just acting in front of them, sir, don't you know my sincerity?"

Shen Qingzhuo sneered: "I don't know, your acting skills are getting better and better, and you almost fooled your husband."

Xiao Shen's movement of wiping his hair froze, and then he said sweetly and obediently: "Famous teachers produce outstanding apprentices, it's all because of the master's good teaching."

Shen Qingzhuo propped his palms on the bed, closed his eyes and smiled, noncommittal.

"Speaking of this, sir..." Xiao Shen asked hesitantly, choosing his words carefully, "What is the relationship between sir and that Pei Yanqi..."

Shen Qingzhuo opened his eyes, "What do you think?"

Xiao Shen lowered his long and dense eyelashes, "I don't know."

"Be safe and keep your duty firmly in mind." Shen Qingzhuo squinted at the young apprentice with a half-smile, and deliberately repeated his words, "If Mister really has a personal relationship with Shaofu Pei, what will you do?"

The young man swallowed his delicate Adam's apple up and down, grabbed a strand of hair with his slender jade hand, and asked softly, "What kind of personal relationship?"

Unexpectedly, he would really keep asking, Shen Qingzhuo replied casually: "It doesn't matter what kind."

In fact, he was sure that with the personalities of Shaofu Pei and the original owner, it was impossible for the two of them to have any affair beyond the normal range.

After all, this is not a romance novel between men and women.

Xiao Shen clenched his hands and pulled at the black hair like a cloud.

"Ah..." Shen Qingzhuo was caught off guard, and raised his jaw subconsciously to relieve the pulling on his hair, "Stupid apprentice, you are pulling Mr.'s hair."

The young man behind him had gloomy eyebrows, but his tone seemed to be coquettish: "You can't. Only me, sir can only like me..."

If the husband has an affair with someone, then he will first peel off the cramped person, and then lock up the husband, hide it, and bite him in his mouth. From then on, he will only face him day and night.

The author has something to say:

Mr.: This is a conspiracy of the court, not a novel for men and women.

Wolf cub: Hmm, we are guilty of literature below Danmei...

What should I do if I get different scripts in "Trial Discussion on Attack and Reception?" "

One day, I rushed to the market to leave three relatives, and I ate three and a half meals, who knows... Try to write the second update tonight, don’t wait, babies, you can come and see Bobo tomorrow morning~

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