Finally, under the threatening gaze of Emperor Jingwen, Wang Ziquan gradually fell silent.
Looking at the little kid kneeling quietly below, Emperor Jingwen felt a headache and difficulty, not knowing where to start teaching him.
Now that he can hold the chopsticks steadily, has he learned to play cards?
Recalling the way he was yelling and shouting when he came here today, Emperor Jingwen couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.
At the same time, Ye Shuo also felt very wronged. It was just a game of cards, but his cheap father had to interfere.
It was okay before, but even a little entertainment is not enough.
Ye Shuo felt that being a prince was really tiring, especially with his status and background. If he was too smart, his stepfather would be unhappy; if he was uneducated, his stepfather would also be unhappy. He had to be outstanding, worthy of his status as the son of a dragon and the grandson of a phoenix, and make his stepfather proud. But he couldn't be too outstanding, as being too outstanding would easily sow the seeds of disaster.
As expected of an emperor, he is so difficult to serve.
Just when Ye Shuo was thinking about something, Emperor Jingwen also changed his words: "…Mahjong is, after all, a minor sport that cannot be put on the stage. Even if it reaches the pinnacle, it is still just that."
Yes, yes, yes. Anyway, anything that cannot help build a beautiful Great Zhou is useless. Even if it can build a beautiful Great Zhou, it probably doesn’t sound high-sounding and will be useless in the eyes of my cheap dad.
But living in modern times, Ye Shuo feels that there are top talents in all 360 professions, and as long as a person has one specialty, it is enough to make a living.
If you are good at playing Mahjong, you can also have no worries about food and drink. Not to mention Mahjong, making mud well is also a skill. Ye Shuo originally wanted to continue developing, but he was forced to stop his career just after it started.
As a feudal emperor, Emperor Jingwen would never consult his son's opinions on future development. Whatever he said was the truth.
Soon, Emperor Jingwen made a decision: "Wu Yi."
Emperor Jingwen realized that ordinary people could not do anything to him at all and might even be led astray by him. This kind of matter should be handed over to more reliable people.
At first, when Ye Shuo saw his cheap father shouting at the air, he was a little confused, wondering if his cheap father was so angry that he lost his mind, as there was no one there.
result…
Before he finished speaking, a figure rushed out, then quickly stopped and knelt on one knee.
"master."
This scene really stunned Ye Shuo, a modern man, and shattered his three views.
This guy, he he he can fly!!
This is unscientific!
“…Mother, mother, mother!” Subconsciously, Ye Shuo rolled and crawled to grab Concubine Rong’s clothes, but when he turned around, he saw that his mother seemed to be used to it, as if she was already quite familiar with such scenes.
Concubine Rong was naturally familiar with it. After all, she had seen her father and brothers too many times when she was at home.
Therefore, Concubine Rong was a little puzzled: "What's wrong, Shuo'er?"
Ye Shuo: “!!!”
At this moment, Ye Shuo finally realized that Kung Fu actually existed in this world.
This was the first time that Emperor Jingwen saw his youngest son frightened like this. Emperor Jingwen thought that he was afraid of Wu Yi, so he was even more satisfied and more determined to let Wu Yi help take care of him.
"Wu Yi, from now on you will take my place and keep a good eye on the little prince at all times. Don't allow him to do anything unnecessary." As for what unnecessary things are, it goes without saying that they refer to things like playing Mahjong.
Emperor Jingwen went to great lengths to help him quit his gambling addiction.
Ye Shuo was stunned at first, and then his heart was filled with joy.
Yes, Ye Shuo did not feel that he had lost his freedom because he was being monitored. Instead, he was quite excited.
Let me ask you, which modern person is not curious about martial arts?
Ye Shuo remembered that when he was young in his previous life, he also had a deep yearning for martial arts. Later, when he grew up, he found that these were all fictional, so he gradually gave up the idea.
This has nothing to do with how high your IQ is. It's purely a yearning for something you can't do.
But Ye Shuo was afraid that his stepfather would see through him. It would be troublesome if his stepfather changed his mind, so he quickly lowered his head before his stepfather looked over.
However, when Emperor Jingwen saw this scene, it was not the same thing. The little kid's shoulders were shaking as if he was extremely scared, which made Emperor Jingwen breathe a sigh of relief.
Just be afraid, so that he won't continue to be lawless in the future.
The emperor had given an order, and Wu Yi, as a secret guard, dared not disobey. After a moment of stunned silence, Wu Yi responded without hesitation: "Yes, Your Majesty, I will certainly take good care of the little prince on your behalf."
Emperor Jingwen glanced at the little kid. Since he was a secret guard hired by the emperor, he would naturally only listen to the emperor. Even if the little guy said something fancy this time, it would be useless.
The two brushes that I specially asked the Ministry of Internal Affairs to send to me were wasted.
After sitting for a while, Emperor Jingwen did not stay here overnight. When it was time for dinner, he saw the Sixth Prince coming back from the study, and he finally felt relieved.
Fortunately, there is still someone doing real work in Qiuwu Palace.
Emperor Jingwen couldn't help but praise the Sixth Prince lavishly, which made the Sixth Prince very excited. Finally, Emperor Jingwen left in a good mood.
After Emperor Jingwen's figure completely disappeared, Ye Shuo couldn't help but laughed out loud.
“Hehehehe…”
Wu Yi was stunned and looked over subconsciously. However, almost the moment he looked over, the laughter disappeared, so fast that Wu Yi almost thought it was an illusion.
It seemed that it was no secret that the emperor kept secret guards. Only their deployment, rotation, training, skills, affiliation, directions of responsibility, number of teams, etc. were considered confidential.
Ye Shuo had never asked before, so no one had ever mentioned it.
Even the Sixth Prince knew about it for the first time.
Looking at the man standing like a wooden stake not far away, the Sixth Prince felt a bit complicated.
Although it was a good thing to get the attention of the emperor, and it was indeed enviable, but if it was in this way, the Sixth Prince thought about it and decided to forget it...
No one would consider surveillance as an honor. Only my little brother could do that.
Seeing his little brother acting as if nothing had happened, the Sixth Prince couldn't help but curl his lips: "I've told you a long time ago not to touch those things, or your father will be unhappy."
The Sixth Prince had lived in Qiuwu Palace for two whole months as well. How could he not know what the Imperial Concubine and his younger brother were doing?
The Sixth Prince naturally tried to persuade them, but no one listened to him. After trying again and again, the Sixth Prince finally gave up.
Upon hearing this, Ye Shuo couldn't help but roll his eyes at the roof.
Who cares whether his cheap dad is happy or not? As long as he is happy, that’s fine, right?
There are so many things that my cheap father doesn't like, and it's impossible to avoid every one of them accurately, that would be exhausting. So it's better to just let it go, as long as it doesn't touch the principles. I believe that my cheap father can become the emperor because of his own strengths, and he will accept it sooner or later.
Ye Shuo couldn't help but sigh: "Xiao Ming, you worry about too many things. Be careful not to get old before your time."
"Call me Sixth Brother!" The Sixth Prince couldn't help himself and reached out to knock on his brother's head.
Then, the Sixth Prince felt disappointed.
He also wanted to be as carefree and free as his younger brother and do whatever he wanted, but reality always reminded him that he couldn't.
He did not have the noble status that the younger emperor had, so he needed to work a hundred times harder to gain a foothold among his brothers.
And now, my efforts have finally been noticed by my father.
Thinking back to his father's praise of him during dinner, the Sixth Prince felt that it was all worth it.
Ye Shuo covered his head and collapsed completely on the Sixth Prince's bed with his clothes clearly stained with mud.
Coming back to his senses, the Sixth Prince could no longer bear it: "Get up!"
"I won't, I won't. I won't."
It was midsummer. At night, the stars were like dust, falling on the sky. The moonlight was gentle, passing through the window lattice and scattering on the bedside. The cicadas outside the door chirped, adding to the tranquility of the summer night and reflecting the leisure and freedom of the two children at this moment.
Just after the hour of guarding, Wu Yi had to speak up: "Your Highness, it's time to rest."
This guy, does he even have to take care of my own eating and sleeping?
Ignoring the Sixth Prince's obviously amused look, Ye Shuo's face became serious, he patted his butt, and sat up without saying a word.
The Sixth Prince's smile suddenly stopped.
Something is wrong. Why is my little brother so obedient today?
However, before the Sixth Prince could figure it out, the two of them had disappeared.
Back to the side hall, two months have passed and the side hall has been redecorated. Ye Shuo has specifically instructed that cinnabar is not allowed to be used.
Although they didn't quite believe what the little prince said about cinnabar being harmful and asked them not to use it again, since the little prince had said so, the Ministry of Internal Affairs just did what he told them.
The new side hall was extremely simple and almost no paint was used, so Ye Shuo had already moved in.
He even asked his mother to add some money to get a slightly bigger bed so that it wouldn't matter even if Ye Shuo rolled around on it.
It took Ye Shuo about a quarter of an hour to wash and get clean. Without Wu Yi's reminder, he climbed onto the bed and covered himself with the quilt.
When Wu Yi saw this, he thought, it seems that the little prince is not as naughty as his master said. Isn't he quite well-behaved?
After the little man in front of him lay down, Wu Yi was about to jump onto the beam to rest, but suddenly he heard him say, "Wait a minute."
Wu Yi turned around and looked at him with a bit of confusion: "What do you want, young prince?"
"I usually go to bed at 11:00 p.m. on weekdays. I couldn't sleep so early today." Ye Shuo was not lying. As a modern man, he was lucky to be able to fall asleep after 10:00 p.m.
so?
Wu Yi waited quietly for what was to come, and was on guard to prevent the little prince from suddenly starting to act up.
"So, can you tell me a few stories?"
So that's it.
Wu Yi breathed a sigh of relief, then refused: "I'm sorry, little prince, I'm not good at this. If you really want to hear it, I can help you call the nanny."
"Anything is fine." Ye Shuo blinked his eyes, looking like His Highness was very considerate and easy to talk to.
"Since you're not good at telling stories, choose something you're good at, anything will do."
The only things he is good at are spying, lurking, assassination, etc., but the key is that these are all confidential and nothing can be told to the little prince.
Wu Yi felt embarrassed. Just when he decided to ignore it and disappear, Ye Shuo spoke again.
"How about you tell me about martial arts? These shouldn't be relevant, right?"
If we only talk about martial arts, then yes, there isn't.
Wu Yi thought about it and didn't find anything taboo, so at Ye Shuo's invitation, he sat at the head of his bed.
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