The Child Emperor

Tong Qing'e opened her eyes and found herself sleeping on the big bed with a layer of dress neatly placed beside the pillow. Turning her head, she saw the emperor sitting on the couch with a tired face after waking up.

She got up in a hurry, put on her dress and went to serve the emperor, her mind was muddled, she couldn't remember what happened last night, and while there was still some time, she couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Your Majesty slept well last night... ?"

"It's okay." Han Ruzi yawned.

"His Majesty……"

Han Ruzi corrected his expression, "I don't want to mention what happened last night, I hope you can forget it too."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will forget..." Tong Qing'e was still in a daze, not knowing what to forget.

Han Ruzi pretended to be mysterious, last night he moved Tong Qing'e to the big bed, and slept on the couch by himself. After practicing reverse breathing for a while, he fell asleep after a while. After waking up, he was breathing normally.

Tong Qing'e opened the door and called other eunuchs and court ladies in. From then on, she could no longer talk to the emperor casually.

Han Ruzi observed from the corner of his eye, and saw an old eunuch whom he had never seen before. Everyone else was carrying washing things, but he was the only one holding a pen in one hand and a thin book in the other, as if he wanted to record something. Tong Qing'e hesitated at him Shaking his head emphatically, the old eunuch turned and left without saying a word.

Han Ruzi didn't know that this person was an eunuch who specialized in recording the emperor's daily affairs, but he guessed one thing: his trickery didn't work, Tong Qing'e could remember what happened last night, and tonight she would probably try to teach husband and wife way.

This has become a major problem for Han Ruzi, more urgent than anything else.

The morning class was given by another old gentleman, which made people drowsy. These days, the two eunuchs have also been slack. They just doze quietly against the door frame without other things. The king of the East China Sea just fell asleep on the desk caught.

Han Ruzi knelt on the brocade mat and gently woke the King of the East China Sea with a book.

The King of Donghai sat up abruptly, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and turned his head to look at the emperor angrily.

"How did you sleep last night?" Han Ruzi asked in a very low voice.

The old gentleman on the opposite side closed his eyes slightly, shook his head, and mumbled out a sentence of ancient Chinese. No matter it was the wind outside the window, the snoring in the room, or the voice of the young man, he couldn't be affected.

"Sleep... just, as usual, just woke up too early, a little sleepy. Why, you want to sue? Who can listen to this kind of class?" Donghai King's voice rose, and then fell again.

"No, I mean who served you in the room last night?"

"A court lady, I don't know who it is." The King of the East China Sea asked her name, but she had forgotten it all.

"Zhao Jinfeng." Han Ruzi still remembered.

"Yeah, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"It's nothing, it's just boring." Han Ruzi changed his mind. Asking the King of the East Sea for help is definitely not a good idea, and it may cause more trouble.

The king of the East China Sea was full of doubts, and he fell asleep again after a while.

There is nothing new in the Hall of Qinzheng. The war is more complicated than the emperor imagined before. The ministers are all talking about recruiting civilians, transporting food and grass, building roads, and mobilizing horses. There are not many things that are really related to war. According to them, it will take at least half a month of preparation before they can fight the Qi army. The same is true for the Qi State. They are stationed east of Luoyang for reinforcements and are temporarily unable to march westward.

Therefore, Han Ruzi had a lot of time to quietly practice the method of reverse breathing. After most of the day, he didn't feel anything except his stomach was a little stiff.

In the afternoon, Han Ruzi proposed to learn Baibuquan, which was unanimously agreed by the attendants. They were already tired of Meng Che's long speeches and occasional sharp boxing techniques, and they all wanted to practice, even if it was a very common boxing technique.

Meng Che had no reason to disagree, so he invited Zhang Yanghao, the grandson of Marquis Piyuan, to practice boxing.

Both Zhang Yanghao's grandfather and father were in Taifu Cui Hong's army, and he was injured when he was defeated outside Linzi City. There was no new news in the past two days, and the whole family was worried.

Meng Che had no choice but to fight in person. He punched slowly, and he explained while practicing, "Hundred-step boxing is easy to learn and difficult to master. There are two training methods, one is for fighting, and the goal is to be steady and ruthless, and the other is to strengthen the body , What you want is the coordination of the four bodies and the stretching of the muscles and bones. You come from aristocratic families. If you study literature, you will learn the classics, and if you study martial arts, you will learn the art of war. , there is no need to worry too much..."

That is to say, most of the attendants are young at heart, not interested in physical fitness, they only learned a few tricks, and then they looked for opponents, punching and kicking each other, hitting faster and faster, and finally they didn't even care about the tricks.

Meng Che winked, and walked among the crowd with his younger sister Meng E, preventing the attendants from fighting too fiercely, let alone allowing anyone to be injured.

Han Ruzi remembered Meng E's words, so he chose the training method of strengthening the body, with slow and steady movements, but he learned relatively few moves, only three or five moves in one afternoon. He practiced over and over again, and secretly performed the reverse breathing method, and found that it was actually very difficult. Breathing and movement are always out of coordination.

There was no one around the emperor, only the king of the East China Sea stayed within ten steps. He was not interested in boxing at all. He moved his legs and began to observe the emperor. After a while, he smiled and said, "Your majesty's boxing is really special. It's not like fighting or strengthening your body." Healthy, it's like..." After all, there are outsiders in the room, he lowered his voice, "It's like a tortoise turning over."

Han Ruzi ignored him, but it was a good thing that it was difficult, at least it showed that Meng E didn't lie to him with empty words.

Meng E never approached the emperor.

Practicing boxing made Han Ruzi forget a lot of troubles, but when the sun finally set, he still had to return to the Palace of Compassion and Ning, ready to accept the challenge tonight.

Although he was very hungry, Han Ruzi was absent-minded when eating dinner, and quickly put down the bowls and chopsticks. When the king of Donghai was eating and there were more eunuchs and maids in the room, he said in a flat tone: "Zhang Youcai, You come to serve me to sleep tonight."

Zhang Youcai was a twelve or thirteen-year-old eunuch, thin and short, with a clever face, when he heard the emperor speak, he immediately knelt down and said "Zunzhi".

Han Ruzi guessed that Tong Qing'e would not object in front of so many people.

He guessed right, Tong Qing'e stood on the side obediently, without even raising her head, and it was another person who spoke.

An old eunuch whom Han Ruzi hadn't paid much attention to came out of the queue, first knelt down, then got up and said, "Is Your Majesty dissatisfied with the maid serving the bed? The old servant will be replaced immediately."

"No, no, she's fine." The last thing Han Ruzi wants to see is someone being punished because of him, "I... have been getting up frequently these two days, so I need one more person to serve me."

The old eunuch nodded, turned to the young eunuch, and said sternly, "Zhang Youcai, be careful!"

Not long after Zhang Youcai stood up, he quickly knelt down again, "I serve His Majesty wholeheartedly, and I dare not be careless."

Satisfied, the old eunuch returned to his original position, Han Ruzi heaved a sigh of relief, there was one more person in the bedroom, Tong Qing'e probably wouldn't teach the way of husband and wife anymore.

While eating, the king of Donghai looked at the emperor, and seemed to see some clues. After a while, he concentrated on chewing again. Although he didn't move much, he was very hungry.

When it was time to go to bed, the old eunuch ordered someone to arrange a floor bed next to the couch in the warm pavilion, and the young eunuch Zhang Youcai could only sleep here. Han Ruzi was very sorry, it was all because of his order that Zhang Youcai could not sleep peacefully on the bed.

Zhang Youcai didn't care, on the contrary he was very happy, even a little over excited, staring at the emperor's every move, with his hands always in front of him, always wanting to help, like a moving stick.

Tong Qing'e honestly made the bed, helped the emperor change his clothes, did not speak, did not even make eye contact, and returned to being an ordinary court lady.

Han Ruzi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Never give birth to a prince, this is his determination and bottom line, and when it comes to the plan, he cannot sleep with any court lady.

The night passed safely, Han Ruzi felt that he had won a victory, and he was in a good mood the next day, even listening to the "Book of Changes" spoken by the old gentleman with great interest.

But in this secret battle, the emperor was on the complete defensive, but the opponent could change tactics at any time and launch another attack.

That evening, as soon as he returned to the Palace of Compassion and Ning, the King of the East China Sea learned that he had moved out of the main house and was going to live in a room in the East Wing. He didn't like sharing the same room with the emperor, and he didn't like being kicked out, but He didn't dare to attack directly, so he could only pick and choose the food, picked up the meat and didn't put it in his mouth, and threw it on the ground after a few glances, and a maid immediately came forward to clean it up.

Han Ruzi thought it was an ominous omen, but the little eunuch Zhang Youcai was still there, looking cheerful and anxious, and regarded serving the emperor as a great achievement.

As night fell, everyone retreated, and the King of the East China Sea reluctantly went to the room in the East Wing. When he left, he hummed twice. The meaning was obvious: he is the owner of the main room, and sooner or later he will get back what he lost.

Zhang Youcai and Tong Qing'e were busy separately, and a bed was placed beside the couch, Han Ruzi was relieved, it seemed that his plan had worked, and he could escape tonight again.

He was too happy, just when everything was tidied up and ready to sleep, an uninvited guest came, the eunuch Zuo Ji came again uninvited, without even knocking on the door, standing in the middle of the room and looking around, Zhang Youcai and Tong Qing'e immediately got acquainted back out.

"What's the matter with you? I'm going to rest." Han Ruzi hoped to scare him away with the emperor's authority he had just acquired.

Zuo Ji just smiled, it was a casual and friendly smile, but also full of fearlessness and disrespect, "Is Your Majesty sick?"

"Huh? I'm in good health."

"Then why is Your Majesty so resistant to women?"

Zuo Ji asked too bluntly, and Han Ruzi blushed, "The rebellion in the Kanto region has not yet been resolved, I... am still young, how can I have the heart to think about such a thing? Who sent you here?"

Zuo Ji smiled and shook his head, "Your Majesty's concern for the country and the people is admirable. However, the chaos in the Kanto region can be handled by the ministers. There is an empress dowager in charge inside and outside the court, so there is nothing wrong with it. It is Your Majesty's greatest duty to perform the ceremony of husband and wife as soon as possible. "

"I will think about it, but not tonight." Han Ruzi procrastinated as long as he could, hoping to wait until Yang Feng came back.

The smile on Zuo Ji's face disappeared, "It's tonight, I can't wait any longer."

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