The Child Emperor

It wasn't until the candle was about to go to bed that Han Ruzi had the opportunity to open the note and take a quick glance. There were only four words on it: Shang Si Rou No.

Han Ruzi understands the meaning of the note. This is not a question, just like the "I want to eat meat" he wrote at the beginning, it is just a way to explore. Yuan Jiuding, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, handed over the note at that time, indicating that the road was blocked, but Han Ruzi held the note tightly and did not intend to hand it over.

The candles were extinguished, Tong Qing'e hardly made a sound when she slept, Zhang Youcai was young after all, and soon snored slightly, Han Ruzi didn't feel noisy, but felt at ease, closed his eyes, and began to think about the most important question: Who did the note come from?

The behavior of stuffing the note must have happened during the fight in the afternoon. A group of people came up to fight, and anyone could stuff something in the emperor's belt without attracting attention.

Will the king of the East China Sea be an insider or even a cooperator? The last time he pretended to wrestle, he gave the emperor a chance to slip a note.

Han Ruzi tightly gripped the paper bag, vetoing this possibility. The paper bag was quite old and had obviously been hidden by the owner for a while.

Zhang Youcai's snoring suddenly disappeared, Han Ruzi opened his eyes, waited for a while and asked softly, "Is it you?"

"Um."

"You haven't been here for a long time."

"This is the imperial palace, and I can't come and go freely." Meng E did not treat the boy as an emperor, and ordered: "Sit up."

Han Ruzi stood up, thinking that he hadn't practiced reverse breathing these days, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Meng E is not a talkative and bluffing person.

"Have you concentrated on practicing?"

"I've practiced, but there are a lot of things recently..."

"You are not practicing boy skills. Marrying a queen will not affect you. If you want to learn advanced internal skills, concentration is more important than anything else. If you are like you now, you will not be able to practice vitality in a hundred years."

"I have to... I have to save my life first, otherwise I won't be able to repay you after learning the inner strength."

Meng E slapped her palm, and Han Ruzi fell down and sat up again. Knowing that she was testing the results of her practice, she couldn't help feeling anxious, "I haven't practiced for a long time, will it produce results so quickly?"

"Do you have any special feelings?" Meng E asked.

"No... yes, it's just that the place where your chest was hit by you hurts."

"That means it won't work." Meng E was silent for a moment, "I have no choice but to use this method."

"What is 'this trick'? It won't be dangerous, will it?"

Meng E didn't answer, but said, "Can you feel your ears?"

"What do you mean? My ears are right here."

"Can your ears move?"

The more Han Ruzi listened, the more confused he became, but he still tried his best to control his ears, "It's a bit difficult."

In the dark, Meng E clamped a long and thin thing to the emperor's right ear, "Try again this time."

"It seems easier."

It was a hairpin. Meng E took it back and said: "You understand, you have to feel it before you can practice and strengthen it. The method of reverse breathing is not a practice, but to make you feel the existence of qi, but you Couldn't do it."

"Sorry, I really... I don't work too hard, I'm always distracted."

"I can't blame you entirely. The internal skills of this sect are extremely complicated. From the outside to the inside, there are seven levels of skin, flesh, tendon, bone, blood, marrow, and qi. Normal training methods should go hand in hand. Your training method is too simple. It's hard to be effective."

Han Ruzi didn't dare to complain about Meng E's poor teaching, "Then teach me how to practice normally."

"No, you are the emperor, there are too many people around you, you can't practice, and you will be recognized by my brother. There is only one way."

Meng E mentioned "this trick" just now, and Han Ruzi had a vague sense of ominousness, and hurriedly said: "I don't have to practice internal skills, as long as you are willing to protect me, I will repay you in the future..."

"I can't protect you all the time. If you want to repay me, you must first owe me a big enough favor. Open your mouth."

Han Ruzi didn't want to open his mouth, so he slapped another palm from the opposite side, and the stale air in his chest rose and rushed into his throat. He opened his mouth involuntarily, and felt something entered his mouth. Before he could taste the taste, he swallowed it whole, and felt like vomiting It was too late, "What did you feed me?"

"Good thing, I've been thinking of ways to collect medicinal materials these days, and finally got three pills, you eat one first, and then eat the second and third in a few days, if you still can't feel aura by then , It’s just that you really can’t practice your inner strength.”

"Can you feel angry after taking medicine?"

"It's just possible. Compared with the normal training method, this is heresy, and I'll give you a little help." Meng E quickly pointed a few fingers at the emperor without asking for permission, "Okay, in the next few days, you may There will be hiccups, abdominal pain, diarrhea, body heat, dizziness and other symptoms, don’t worry, hold back, and try to run reverse breathing.”

"But I'm going to get married soon, and I have important things to do... Hey, are you still there?" Han Ruzi felt something flash in front of his eyes, and after waiting for a while, he was sure that Meng E had left.

He really hoped that Meng E could stay for a while longer. In this sinister palace, the cold Meng E was the one who could bring warmth the most.

He lay down, practiced the method of reverse breathing for a while, and fell into a deep sleep, without experiencing the symptoms Meng E mentioned. When he got up the next day, everything was still normal. Han Ruzi thought he was lucky, so he didn't take it to heart.

The king of the East China Sea did not come to meet the emperor and pay his respects to the queen mother as usual. Han Ruzi only saw him in the imperial garden when he went to Lingyun Pavilion to attend lectures.

The king of Donghai knelt on the side of the path in the garden, with his forehead touching the ground, and a three-foot-long wooden stick on his back. Dozens of attendants stood behind him, all of them nervous, not even daring to breathe.

Han Ruzi didn't expect such a scene at all, he was stunned, and asked Zuo Ji beside him, "What's going on?"

Zuo Ji seldom showed a smile since the last time he failed in persuading the emperor to behave like a husband and wife, and it is the same today, "The king of the East China Sea is disrespectful, and this is asking His Majesty for guilt."

"Get him up." Yesterday's fight was not serious, Han Ruzi didn't even have any scratches, and although the King of the East China Sea was not likable, it was a bit too much for him to suffer such humiliation in public.

The person who asked the king of the East China Sea to plead guilty is not the emperor, and he is naturally not the one who can make him stand up. Zuo Ji shook his head and said softly: "According to the usual practice, you have to kneel for at least a long time to plead guilty. Your Majesty will go to Lingyun Pavilion first. You don't need to worry about things here. .”

It's a convention again, and Han Ruzi suddenly understood the meaning of what the imperial concubine said. Something called "convention" replaced the emperor in power. Han Ruzi didn't feel it deeply before because he didn't even have the most basic power. .

Han Ruzi didn't fight any more, the chip in his hand was used to fight wits and bravery with the Queen Mother, and there was no need to waste it on the King of the East China Sea.

This morning, the emperor was listening to lectures in Lingyun Pavilion alone, and the garden outside the window was quieter than usual.

The lecturer was Luo Huanzhang, who didn't say a word about what happened to the old disciples. Standing in front of the emperor, he raised his head and thought for a while, then asked, "Where did the Caomin talk last time?"

Luo Huanzhang's national history was the only class Han Ruzi liked to listen to, and he remembered it very well, so he immediately replied: "It just happened to finish telling the deeds of Taizu."

"That's right, Taizu has already said it, and the next one will be Emperor Cheng. All his life as a soldier, Emperor Cheng was fond of Confucianism since he was a child, and after succeeding to the throne, he practiced the way of benevolence and righteousness. Taizu won the world, and Emperor Cheng guarded the world..."

As a scholar, Luo Huanzhang obviously admired Chengdi very much, he was full of praise, and the more he spoke, the more excited he was, the gorgeous sentences were like a team of well-trained guard soldiers, the armor was shining brightly, the flag was fluttering in the wind, majestic and majestic. It's been a long time, but it can't help but feel a little boring.

Luo Huanzhang was becoming no different from other masters, Han Ruzi was gradually disappointed, he could barely keep his eyes open to listen, but the two eunuchs at the door had already started to doze off.

After half an hour, Luo Huanzhang's praise finally ended, and suddenly the topic changed: "Although Emperor Cheng is the son of the Taizu, he is not loved. He was demoted several times and was almost deposed. Only then can he ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor, this is the fortune of being an emperor and the great Chu.”

Luo Huanzhang was an orthodox Confucian scholar, he never directly accused the emperor of his mistakes, and tried to hide his occasional references as much as possible. When he talked about Taizu, he never mentioned the matter of the prince.

Han Ruzi raised a little interest, "Emperor Cheng has a good mother and good ministers."

Luo Huanzhang shook his head, "Emperor Cheng has a good mother, but not necessarily a good minister."

Han Ruzi sat upright and became more interested, "Didn't the minister protect Emperor Cheng?"

"Some people support Emperor Cheng, and naturally there are others who support other princes, especially Taizu's favorite King Zhongshan. There are quite a few ministers who have written to request a new crown prince. In the first few years of Emperor Cheng's enthronement, they were all trying to solve this problem."

"Emperor Cheng demoted those ministers?"

"At the beginning, there were too many ministers who supported King Zhongshan. Emperor Cheng killed a few and demoted some, not many. Emperor Cheng was very smart and soon discovered the truth."

"What truth?"

Luo Huanzhang glanced at the dozing eunuch at the door, and slowly said: "Those ministers who propose to replace the prince, they are not trying to please the Taizu, let alone King Zhongshan."

"Who could that be?" Han Ruzi widened his eyes in surprise.

"Emperor." Luo Huanzhang paused for a moment, and continued: "The ministers follow the emperor, whoever is in the position, the ministers follow who, those who once fawned on the Taizu, some of them were also the most staunch supporters of Emperor Cheng."

"The minister's doing this...is not in line with the way of benevolence and righteousness?"

"Of course, a sycophant is a sycophant, which is not beneficial to the country and does not help the emperor, so Emperor Cheng cut off some people's heads, but for most people, Emperor Cheng adopted another method, reforming them, enlightening them, and introducing them into the world. The way of benevolence and righteousness."

Han Ruzi realized something, "Because such a minister is easier to reform."

"Your Majesty is intelligent, and you can see through one point. A gentleman needs to be followed by a villain if he does benevolence and righteousness. The wisdom of becoming an emperor lies in finding a trustworthy side of the minister, sailing with the current, and finally achieving a great cause."

Han Ruzi nodded, suddenly understood something, stared blankly at Luo Huanzhang, and asked uncertainly, "Is it you?"

"Does Your Majesty still think about meat?"

Han Ruzi was shocked, and couldn't figure out how the note came from Luo Huanzhang. The two had never had physical contact.

Luo Huanzhang looked at the emperor with encouraging eyes, Han Ruzi slowly straightened up, and was about to speak, when suddenly his stomach hurt like twists, and with an ouch, he fell down on the brocade mat, clutching his stomach.

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