The master doesn't want the monk to say

Chapter 62

Mammy waited for a long time but did not see the emperor coming out. I am afraid that the emperor was young and energetic, and stayed in it for a long time. This is a secret room that cannot be spoken about by the royal family. Speaking of which, she has been in the palace for a long time and brought three generations of emperors into the palace. This is the secret room.

After waiting for a long time, Mammy saw the emperor coming out of the room with an unnaturally serious look on his face.Mammy was used to seeing this, she covered her mouth and snickered a bit, the same way the late emperor came out.

It's just that Mammy always felt that the little emperor was bigger than when he went in just now, but she walked in front and took a look, only to think that she was dazzled.

"Your Majesty, you should be more gentle with others in the future." After arriving at the bedroom, Mammy said this for the third time. She might only say these three times in her life, but she said it to the Emperor every time. It is considered complete, "Spring water is blessed, and rain and dew are all wet."

All in all, the meaning is to hope that the emperor will not favor only one person in the harem and trust only one woman, so as to avoid troubles in the harem, and don't be ignorant of pity, which will only make the beautiful woman cry.

The little emperor didn't think about it at all, he nodded indiscriminately, "I see."

Nanny glanced at the little emperor, bowed and left.

As soon as the nanny left, the little emperor sat on the dragon bed for a while, then untied his clothes, and took out two books from his pocket, which were the two books he had just taken. Little Jade Statue!

The little emperor changed the jade belt around his waist to hold things, and now he is really happy to see it.

He took the things, turned around and got into the secret passage.

Yinhe was thinking about the congratulations and prayers to the heavens at the emperor's wedding ceremony. He had experienced many emperors' weddings. heart.

The brush was suspended for a long time, and the falling thick ink bloomed into an ink flower on the paper and opened to the surroundings.

Yan Gui is 16 years old, and his face is still a little childish, but the good looks passed down from generation to generation by the royal family have begun to show. After careful screening, there are actually some similarities with Hua Ziyao, but Hua Ziyao wants to avoid people's eyes and ears, for herself There has been a slight change in appearance, which is not noticeable at first glance.In addition, Yan Gui's stature was growing at the beginning, and now it's time to get taller, the unique thin figure of a young man makes Yan Gui look taller than him, and his figure is also much better-looking.

holding that day...

Yinhe coughed a few times, blushed, turned away the uncontrollable thoughts in his mind, and only said in his mouth: "At that time, he will be an unparalleled groom."

Regardless of the sudden surge of sadness in my heart, I wrote the first sentence of congratulations on the paper: God bless my dynasty, with blessings...

When the little emperor walked behind Yinhe, he saw this sentence, "What is Uncle He writing?"

Yinhe shook his hand, and a little ink fell on the paper. He sighed secretly, put the waste paper aside, and turned his head, "Why is the emperor here at this time?"

Seeing that Yinhe did not show any surprise at his sudden arrival, the little emperor was a little dissatisfied, picked up the congratulatory message that was put aside, and shook it at Yinhe, "What is this, a love letter to me?"

Yin He frowned, "What is the emperor doing here?"

The little emperor raised his eyebrows, "Uncle He, don't you like me coming?"

Yinhe said: "It's not when the emperor should come to the National Teacher Tower, the emperor shouldn't come."

He pointed to what the little emperor was holding, "This is your congratulatory speech on your wedding day."

When the little emperor heard this, he hurriedly threw away the paper as if his hands were on fire, raised his eyebrows high, and hummed to Yinhe dissatisfiedly: "Uncle He, why are you writing this?"

"This is what a national teacher should do," Yin He said in a deep voice, "Don't learn Hua Ziyao's habits!"

The little emperor stared wide-eyed.

Yinhe stood up, and nodded the boy's thick, thick and slanting eyebrows, but just right, "Stop squinting and raising your eyebrows, do you think you are a fox like him?"

"As an emperor, one must have the bearing of an emperor," Yin He nodded his forehead, "Is squinting and raising eyebrows all small gestures that emperors should do? Why don't you take over the Old Man's Pavilion!"

The little emperor pursed his lips, and led He to ask him to learn from Hua Ziyao. These little tricks were learned involuntarily, and he couldn't be blamed for it.

But he was really depressed. He came to Yinhe with two "treasure books" that he had finally found, but saw that Yinhe was actually writing his wedding speech. Do you care if I get married or not?"

Yinhe paused, avoiding the topic, "You are the emperor, marriage and inheritance are your responsibility."

"Then there's no need for you to write a congratulatory message to congratulate me!" He raised his head, staring at the paper with the congratulatory message on the ground.

Yin He said indifferently: "I've said it before, this is the responsibility of the national teacher."

The little emperor was stunned for a while, then suddenly got angry, walked over and stomped on the innocent yellow paper that had caused trouble, rushed over and knocked down all the slips of paper on the desk, and tore them up like crazy to write the congratulatory speech. The yellow silk on it.

He turned around, his eyes were red as if he was insane, and he clamped Yinhe tightly with both hands, "Anyone can write a congratulatory speech, but you can't! I will immediately issue an edict to depose the national teacher and demote him to a commoner! Abolish the national teacher tower! I absolutely don't want you to congratulate me on my wedding! Absolutely not!"

"Xia Yangui, you're crazy!" Yin He kicked the little emperor hard on the leg, unable to move.

"Hmm!" The little emperor squatted down in great pain, and let go of Yinhe, seeing that Yinhe was about to back off, he reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes without thinking, "Uncle He!"

Yinhe closed his eyes, he was angry that the little emperor said such irresponsible words again, he was so self-willed and difficult to be the monarch of the world, he calmed down for a while, then opened his eyes, ignoring the hand that firmly grasped the corner of his clothes, "What the hell is the emperor?" What are you here for?"

The two books and the small jade statue in his arms are very inappropriate at this moment, let alone taking them out, the little emperor shook his head, his voice choked up, "Don't write a congratulatory speech, don't stand on the high platform and look at me on my wedding day, don't Pray to heaven for my marriage, okay?"

"Are you okay?" Seeing that Yinhe didn't answer for a long time, the little emperor stood up slowly, hugged him, put his chin on his shoulder, and kept begging, "Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay?" ?”

Yin He slowly pushed him away, "Not good."

"You used to love to cry a lot," he said softly, looking at the little emperor's tearful eyes, "Whenever you cry, my heart aches, and I can't bear to reprimand you. Now that I think about it, it's really my fault."

The little emperor shook his head.

Yinhe patted him on the shoulder, "I shouldn't have spoiled you like that, made you rely on me, and made an irreversible mistake."

The little emperor reacted very quickly at this time, knowing whether he was denying their friendship that night, the relationship between them, or just denying him.

He grabbed Yin He's hand, "It's not a mistake!"

Yin He lowered his eyes, stared at the hand that was tightly grasped, and said to himself: "Sometimes I think, maybe my departure, whether it is going away or dying, can make you more independent and become a real king. "

The little emperor let go, in disbelief, "Uncle He?"

Yin He looked up at him, and said seriously: "Maybe my existence is the biggest obstacle to your growth."

After finishing speaking, there was silence in the tower.

The little emperor was speechless, and wanted to ask what was wrong, but he couldn't ask, everything was right, the wrong thing was that he was a king and he was young.

It took a long time before he heard a choked sob and responded to Yin He's words, "Uncle He, I know, I know..."

"What do you know?" Yinhe said coldly, "Hugging me and relying on me, occasionally acting better, makes me feel that you are working hard?"

The little emperor shook his head, "From this day until the wedding and the monarch prays for blessings, I will not enter the pagoda again."

Yin He pursed his lips and said nothing.

"However," the little emperor raised his head and looked directly at Yinhe with a determined gaze, "If it's not an important matter in the world, you must never take a step out of the tower!"

Yin He was taken aback for a moment, but finally nodded.

The little emperor fixedly looked at Yinhe, and looked at the other person's eyes looking back, he suddenly pulled Yinhe over, kissed him fiercely, biting the person who was always standing in front of him but couldn't ask for it like a madman .

The blood mixed with the silver thread flowed out, the ambiguous sound of water still squeaked, the young man seemed to have exhausted all his strength to move between Yin He's lips.

Both of them didn't close their eyes, they looked at each other as if they wanted to engrave each other in their eyes, the despair in their eyes shocked each other.

When Yin He was let go, he could barely breathe, his lip was bitten a big cut, the blood dripping from his chin was all over, and when he raised his eyes to see the suddenly ruthless boy, he was not much better than him.

There is also a large mouthful of lips, and there is even a deep purple tooth mark on the delicate chin. It is no longer possible to tell who bleeds more. The chin and side face that are also covered with blood stains, it seems that the two are at this moment. In embarrassment.

Yin He lowered his eyes, not only his body was in a mess, but also their hearts and everything about them were in a mess.

The young man casually wiped the blood on his face, pointed to his lips, and said with a smile, "I will remember this forever."

Yinhe spoke in silence for a while, watching the little emperor step by step through the veils that looked like demon claws, and walked out of the National Teacher Tower...

In a trance, Yinhe took a step forward, and saw the little boy who was walking towards him staggeringly step by step. It was the young Yan Gui. The first time he saw him, he kissed his lips. The voice was sweet and soft, "Brother, please accompany Xiaogui!"

……

In the evening, when the sun sets, the entire imperial palace is shrouded in a mysterious twilight, and the bell of the National Teacher Tower rings three times.

The emperor issued an edict to inform the world: seal the National Teacher Pagoda.

The national teacher prayed for the blessings of the heavens and put on a great summer, and closed the National Teacher Pagoda.From now on, the monarch and his subjects are not allowed to enter the pagoda unless it is important.

Yinhe listened to the rumbling sound of the tower gate closing, and remained silent.He is very human, food and drink are dispensable to him, but the wind in the tower is more and more urgent.

He closed his eyes, loathing himself with a bit of contempt.

Last time, he used himself as an excuse to force Yan Gui to grow stronger;

This time, he threatened him with himself to force him to grow up again.

The bursts of pain from his lips remind him of the cruelty and pain of growing up all the time. This is a method he has long thought of, but he used it in advance because of the boy's unprovoked seizures.

He knew it worked, and it worked wonderfully.

He raised his hands to cover his eyes, his palms were warm from the water.

Afterwards, he coughed louder and louder. It seemed that there was nothing between his heart and lungs, but he coughed up blood.

Fall on clothes, paper, ground...

There was only empty coughing in the tower.

The author has something to say: Happy New Year!