After a while, Ye Shuo recovered and tried to persuade him: "It's me who wants to go to the rockery, and it's me who wants to enjoy the breeze there, what does it have to do with you?"

Wu Yi lowered his eyes and said, "It is my fault that I did not stop the young prince in time."

Ye Shuo: “…”

You talk as if you can really make the decision for me. Don't you ever think about when I have ever listened to you?

Covering his aching chest, Ye Shuo choked and then continued to persuade him: "You also said that I am the master and you are the servant. If I insist on doing it my own way, you will have no way to stop me. Can you really force me to make a choice I don't like?"

"nature."

Unexpectedly, Wu Yi did not think it was wrong after hearing it, but nodded with certainty: "I only listen to Your Majesty and obey Your Majesty's orders. Your Majesty has instructed me before, so when I sense danger, I can take the little prince away from there regardless of his objection."

However, he didn't. He failed to notice in time that the wind from the rockery would hurt the little prince's body. This was a dereliction of duty.

The more he talked, the guilt in Wu Yi's heart did not lessen, but became heavier.

Ye Shuo stared at the scene in amazement, his whole body trembling violently.

Did Wu Yi really not think carefully about it? From beginning to end, apart from reading storybooks to himself, working as a part-time storyteller, and accompanying himself on adventures, had he really done anything else?

I studied for an entire afternoon and my voice became hoarse. If I took a risk, he would almost accompany me around the entire palace. When I was tired, I would have to ask him to carry me back or carry me. Also, if I could read a few more new words, I would have to find ways to get some reward from him.

The first reward was shooting darts, the second reward was shooting flying needles, the third was shooting flying knives, the fourth, the fifth... Soon Ye Shuo would have learned all his hidden weapon skills, and even now Wu Yi still felt like he was coaxing a child.

Even so, Wu Yi still felt that the little prince was very easy to satisfy. Just sticking two needles into the tree could make him excited for a long time. He was so easy to control.

Therefore, there will definitely be no problem with such a sensible little prince. The only one with a problem is himself.

Ye Shuo: “…”

Stop talking, stop talking. Ye Shuo was almost overwhelmed by guilt.

Even a shameless and black-hearted person like Ye Shuo couldn't stand it, which shows how innocent Wu Yi is.

Seeing that he really couldn't convince himself, Ye Shuo closed his eyes, made up his mind, and decided to use the skill that made him famous as a child - crying.

Ye Shuo was unreasonable and unreasonable, crying and making a fuss, and refused to let his stepfather punish him.

There is no other way. I have said everything that needs to be said. This is the only trick left.

Although it's a bit embarrassing, the effect is great.

You know what, this trick really works. Seeing that his youngest son was so determined and his high fever had just subsided, Emperor Jingwen was afraid that he would make a fuss and start having a fever again. He really thought about it seriously. Finally, considering his youngest son's illness, he decided to reluctantly agree to his request this time.

"Get up, Wuyi."

Emperor Jingwen said indifferently: "Since the little prince pleads for you, I will forgive you this time."

Wu Yi was stunned for a long time, then slowly stood up from the ground: "Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, Your Highness."

Ye Shuo silently covered his chest, and when he felt better, he lay down again.

Wu Yi quickly left. Just as he was about to close the door, the prince, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't help but ask a question he particularly wanted to know: "I see that you seem to treat Wu Yi differently. Why?"

If it were him, if someone was watching him like this every day, the prince would think he was lucky enough not to be crazy, and would not have a good face to that person.

Emperor Jingwen was also somewhat curious about this question, and as the prince finished speaking, he couldn't help but turn his head.

Ye Shuo thought for a moment and said sincerely, "Because I think Wu Yi is a good person."

That's right. He gave the part-time storyteller and bodyguard martial arts and hidden weapons as gifts, and he didn't have any complaints at all. Such kind-hearted people are rare in this world. Ye Shuo wished that the other party would follow him like this forever.

Getting a master for free + someone who can answer all kinds of difficulties in learning martial arts at any time is simply a huge profit. With Wu Yi, it doesn’t matter if I walk sideways in this palace, there will be no danger.

Ye Shuo didn't hesitate and directly sent a good guy card.

Emotions surged up all at once, and then Ye Shuo's expression became serious, and he spoke word by word: "In my heart, I regard Wu Yi as my teacher."

When the prince heard this, his whole body was shocked.

Emperor Jingwen, who was standing by, was also looking at his son in shock.

Facing the child's serious and somewhat solemn expression, the two of them suddenly had the same thought in their minds: Oh no, could this child have a fever that damaged his brain? ?

At the same time, Wu Yi outside the door also widened his eyes, and his heart trembled unconsciously.

Because of his martial arts training, he has excellent hearing and eyesight, so even if he is standing outside, he can hear everything going on in the room clearly.

When Su Yue came over with the cold water, what she saw was Wu Yi standing there like a wooden stake.

"This lord, this lord?"

He suddenly woke up unexpectedly, and before the palace maid in front of him could see his expression clearly, Wu kicked his feet hard in panic, and instantly jumped two meters, jumped onto the tree next to him, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Su Yue: "?"

As if frightened by the expression of their youngest son/younger brother, who did not seem to be pretending, Emperor Jingwen and the crown prince were silent for a long time. After looking at each other, the crown prince decided to ask the imperial physician later whether there was something wrong with the prescription he prescribed, or whether their younger brother's brain was really burned out to the point that he could say such a thing.

In order to dispel his idea, Emperor Jingwen explained to his youngest son: "Shuo'er, you must know that Wu Yi is a secret guard. I will never let him be your master."

What are the secret guards? The secret guards are a group of people who are directly under the leadership of the emperor, who only obey the emperor's command and are only responsible to the emperor.

The secret guards are the private property of the emperor and are the sword in the hands of the emperor. The most taboo thing is for them to be contaminated by the prince.

Once the secret guards are involved with the prince, it means they will be drawn into the vortex of the struggle for imperial power, which will pose a threat to the emperor's life.

Therefore, Emperor Jingwen would never tolerate this.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Ye Shuo nodded, "Son, I understand."

"My son was originally thinking that I would learn martial arts from Wu Yi..."

The identity of a secret guard is very sensitive in itself, and the secret guard's skills are even more sensitive.

If the prince learns this, how can the secret guards prevent him? If the prince has the intention to kill, won't the emperor be in danger all the time?

But as they are just children, their martial arts-oriented ideas are understandable.

Emperor Jingwen couldn't help but touch his youngest son's head and said, "When you grow up and go to the upper study, there will naturally be a martial arts master to teach you."

As the son of the emperor, it is not enough to be only knowledgeable in literature. The minimum requirement is to be proficient in both civil and martial arts. The rest include riding, archery, driving, etc., not to mention the six arts of a gentleman.

Ye Shuo couldn't help but smack his lips. Sure enough, the involution among the royal family was so serious.

When Ye Shuo came into contact with the Sixth Prince, he didn't see any internal strength in him, so he guessed that he hadn't formally started learning yet.

As for the prince, Ye Shuo didn't know martial arts when he approached him before, and now that he knows martial arts, he still hasn't found a chance to get close to him.

After experimenting with Wu Yi countless times, Ye Shuo discovered that internal force was not so easy to detect. He needed to directly touch the opponent's dantian with his hands. The prince's belly was not so easy to touch. Ye Shuo was even afraid that the servants around him would catch him and chop off his claws.

However, judging from the prince's behavior, Ye Shuo guessed that his kung fu was not very good.

Being so busy every day, one would wish he were split in half. It would be strange if he could be good at kung fu.

It seems that the quality of the martial arts master my cheap dad mentioned is worrying.

Thinking of this, Ye Shuo asked straightforwardly, "How does Master Wu in the upper study compare to Wu Yi?"

How can this be compared? Wu Yi is the best martial artist in the Dark Guards. He was carefully selected from the Dark Guards. Although there are some powerful martial artists among the martial arts masters, how can the masters selected from the people have the deep foundation of the royal family?

In fact, it was not because Emperor Jingwen was stingy and unwilling to give it, nor was it because the emperor was on guard against his son everywhere. It was mainly because martial arts were too difficult to practice. A person's energy was always limited. There were so many people practicing martial arts in the world, and the total number was much larger than that of the royal family. How could we expect such a few people in the royal family to become the best? The probability was too low.

And even if he became the first, so what? It was impossible to rule the world by martial arts.

Emperor Jingwen did not give a direct answer, but said: "The martial arts is only a minor path after all, you and your brothers are not on this path."

Ye Shuo understood it instantly, so the meaning was quite different.

It turned out that it was right to keep a trick in advance.

Ye Shuo also noticed that his adoptive father seemed to be particularly averse to the prince learning martial arts, especially the martial arts of the secret guards, so he secretly decided in his heart that he would never let him know that he had secretly learned Wu Yi's martial arts, even if he was beaten to death.

Seeing his youngest son's disappointed expression, Emperor Jingwen changed from touching to patting and patted his head.

The imperial concubine in the main hall slept uneasily because she was always thinking about her son, and woke up in less than half an hour.

Seeing that the little guy finally woke up and the fever subsided, the imperial concubine couldn't help it and hugged him in her arms.

"There can't be a next time. You really scared mother to death!"

"Mother, it's Shuo'er's fault. Shuo'er will never dare to do it again..." Ye Shuo felt heartbroken when he noticed the faint blue color under his mother's eyes.

When she thought of him standing in the limelight, the imperial concubine was so angry that she wanted to beat him up, but in the end she couldn't do it. She just said with red eyes: "It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay."

Ye Shuo felt inexplicably sad.

It was really nice to be loved by his own mother. Apart from being held down and not allowed to get out of bed, he had no other problems. Even his mother fed him personally.

"Your Highness has really suffered a great crime this time."

Ye Shuo would help Wu Yi explain almost everything to anyone who came. For example, the first thing Zhao Chongrong and the other two did when they entered the room was to glare at Wu Yi who was standing next to them, and they did so while comforting Ye Shuo.

Ye Shuo had no choice but to repeat what he said before: "It's really not him, it's me who insisted on standing in the windward side."

However, the more he explained, the lower Wu Yi lowered his head.

However, this was not the most unbearable thing for Ye Shuo. What was most unbearable for Ye Shuo was that Wu Yi seemed to be particularly nice to him in recent days.

Although Wu Yi still looked cold and silent on the surface, Ye Shuo couldn't help but fall into deep thought as he looked at the peeled fruit that Wu Yi handed over to him.

Although he said that it was prepared by Su Yue and the others, Ye Shuo had seen his knife skills, and the skin was peeled so thinly, it was definitely Wu Yi's work.

After a long time, when Ye Shuo was able to get out of bed and move around freely, he couldn't help but carefully probed: "Can you not practice calligraphy today? I haven't made clay figures for a long time."

I thought Wu Yi would refuse, but -

"...Okay." Wu Yi nodded after a moment's silence: "That's right, I know a good place in the palace."

He he he agreed!!!

Ye Shuo felt a chill in his heart.

It’s over, Wuyi finally broke down.