Chapter 39
It was only after Xie Ling left the palace that he learned that the emperor had helped him spread a lie in the morning, and he was slightly stunned.
Um?
But His Majesty didn't have anything to ask him this morning? Instead, he slept until now.
Seeing his disciple's confused look, Zheng Wanyun knew that he didn't know either. He couldn't help but shook his head slightly and had to put the matter aside for the time being.
"Forget it, let's go to class first."
The general teaching of this period has ended, and what has been going on so far is just practice. After writing repeatedly in the past few days, Xie Ling can be described as making great progress.
After today's classroom test, the system was amazed.
"How do you manage to do two things at once, embroidering after class and attending class at the same time, and still complete your homework so well?"
Is this guy some kind of genius who won't show his talent unless pushed?
Is it because it fails to recognize the great man?
Xie Ling blinked and corrected it: "Three things at once, thank you."
"I also write novels every night."
system:……
It was too careless. It really spoke too loudly to its host before.
The host has this talent and it is just around the corner to become a literary giant! Now just a little bit of training, and you will become a great man in the future! The system removed the silent mode and was immediately full of energy.
Xie Ling suspiciously discovered that the system's way of addressing him changed every ten seconds, and now it had changed to "Dear Host", and he couldn't help but twitch his lips.
"This is actually because the questions I have been asked these days are relatively simple."
"I don't think we've gotten to the point yet." The formal scientific examination should be a little more difficult than it is now, right?
In fact, Xie Ling was not quite sure what level he was at now. It was just that Zheng Daju asked questions every day and he answered them every day. He just got a compliment today. He came to his senses and scratched his head slightly.
"By the way, Mr. Scholar, do we just need to recite yesterday's homework again tonight?"
"Um."
Zheng Wanyun nodded.
Xie Ling said quickly, "Then I'll leave first?"
Seeing that he couldn't sit still, Zheng Wanyun felt a little strange. Usually, after Xie Ling finished studying with him, he would wait until after dinner before going back slowly.
Why are you so anxious lately?
Although he was curious, he was not the kind of person who would pry into the private affairs of his disciples. At this moment, the doubt only flashed through his mind and was then suppressed.
"Hey, Xiao Xie is gone?"
Mrs. Zheng was just about to cook for herself, but when she came out, she found that Xie Ling was missing. She couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
Zheng Wanyun smiled helplessly.
"This kid has something urgent to do."
"Madam, please invite him to dinner next time."
…
Xie Ling went straight to the embroidery workshop as if she was familiar with the place. Qian Ming didn't come yesterday, so today was the first time he came with her. She was still a little dazed when she arrived at the door.
Fortunately, Master Xie did not let him in, but just asked him to wait in a teahouse nearby.
"It might be a little later today."
"Go have a cup of tea first, and I'll come find you when I come out."
Qian Ming hesitated for a moment: "Then I'll go to the teahouse across the street?"
Xie Ling nodded and did not enter the embroidery workshop until Qian Ming left.
The owner of the embroidery workshop, Lan, had been waiting for him for a long time. When she saw Xie Ling coming, she pointed to the embroidery room.
"The threads that Master Xie requested yesterday have already been prepared."
"It's just right for now."
"Thank you, Master." Xie Ling didn't expect it to be so fast. He had just finished drawing the Q-version figurine last night and could start embroidering it now.
Well, unlike yesterday when I was just observing, today is my first time to try it. Xie Ling sat down, holding his breath and picking up the cloth, and after repeating the pattern he had drawn, he observed it for a while.
"good."
“It matches well.”
The system looked at the chubby little man on the bright yellow brocade, and for a moment it didn't know whether it should say the word "honorable" or not.
Fortunately, the host seemed to know his hesitation and said confidently: "Don't think it looks silly when you draw it now, but you will feel it after I finish embroidering it."
“Definitely beautiful!”
system:……
That's fine.
Seeing how confident the host is, he must be quite capable, right? After all, through tutoring and crazy practice, the host has successfully transformed from an illiterate person into a serious scholar who can participate in the imperial examinations. Now it's just embroidering a pattern, what can go wrong?
So the system watched helplessly as the host's hands were torn into pieces after an afternoon of poking, and then threw away the cloth in anger.
"What is this? Why is it so difficult to embroider?"
When he was watching, his brain told him that he knew it, but why was it so difficult to put it into practice?
Doesn’t this needle have automatic rotary positioning?
Why did you poke him specifically on the hand?
system:……
Xie Ling found that he seemed to have taken it for granted. It seemed that the brain and the hands were not the same thing.
The owner of the embroidery workshop next to them also twitched her eyelids. She didn't expect that Mr. Xie's embroidery would lead to such a tragedy. If someone came in at this moment, they would think that something happened in their workshop and they wanted to report it.
After a busy afternoon, Xie Ling finally got one thing in return - an injured finger.
When he came out, Xie Ling wanted to cry but had no tears. Because he felt a little embarrassed, he gritted his teeth when he went back home that night and deliberately hid his hands in his sleeves.
But how could it be impossible for people not to notice that Sen Wan had done such an obvious job of covering it up?
Xiao Huan was waiting for Xie Ling to come back for dinner when he saw the man who was acting particularly honest during the meal.
This guy...why is he eating with his sleeves held up today?
Xie Ling didn't want to, but once he stretched out his hand, he couldn't hide his finger. Although it didn't hurt because of the pain shielding aura, it was still a real injury after all.
After pinching his sleeve and drinking two mouthfuls of porridge, Xiao Huan looked over his head and then at Xie Ling's hand.
"What happened to your hand?"
Xie Ling was startled when he heard the voice in his ears. He looked up and saw His Majesty looking at him.
Xie Ling coughed lightly: "Your Majesty, don't worry, it's nothing, my hands are just a little sore from doing too much homework today."
His expression remained unchanged.
Xiao Huan was skeptical, but this guy... he couldn't even hold back while riding in the carriage. If he was seriously injured, he should have cried out long ago. Now he can still eat, so it seems that the injury is probably not serious.
Is it really written?
Xiao Huan didn't say whether he believed it or not. When Xie Ling lowered his head to eat, he didn't ask any more questions. He just said calmly: "Since your hand hurts, have a good rest tonight."
"Although I am strict, I don't necessarily want you to study while you are sick."
"Okay, okay."
Xie Ling: Listen, what a great boss this is.
He nodded quickly. Originally he didn't want to continue embroidering, but now he decided to try harder.
Xiao Huan looked at the changing expression on Xie Ling's face, not knowing what this guy was thinking. After he finished giving his instructions, his brows relaxed a little.
After the meal, Xie Ling regained his confidence and returned to the side hall. Xiao Huan frowned, and wanted to ask Qian Ming where Xie Ling had gone today.
Thinking that the other party didn't say anything today, I finally endured it.
But when it was night, Emperor Wu still couldn't sleep.
After reviewing the memorials late at night, Xiao Huan stared at the latest memorial for a while, then pressed his forehead in thought.
News just came from outside the Great Wall that the news of the old Chanyu's death half a month ago was indeed a bait. It was deliberately staged by the eldest prince Wuluyan with the intention of seizing the position of Chanyu.
However, after being disrupted by the spies he sent out, Da Yanshi and the third prince reacted to the matter as soon as possible. The three parties are now in a stalemate, which has lasted for more than ten days.
But at present, it seems that even if Da Yanshi and the three princes join forces, they can only barely protect themselves and delay for some time. The final result will definitely be that Wuluyan will ascend to the throne of Chanyu.
He glanced at it and was not surprised. Wuluyan was fully prepared, and the troops he had were not comparable to those of Da Yanshi and the third prince.
Fortunately, by the time the other party has integrated the forces behind Da Yanshi and the third prince, it will be next year at the earliest... He still has some time to make arrangements for the cavalry against the Xiongnu.
Xiao Huan was thinking, and at this moment he inadvertently thought of Xie Ling.
I don’t know if it was because I suddenly remembered the injury on the other person’s hand during the day, or because of the new news about the Huns that I just received and I wanted to know whether Xie Ling would mention it in his novel.
After resting for a while with his eyes closed, Xiao Huan suddenly stood up.
Wang Bao followed silently as he watched His Majesty leave the Wannian Hall. However, after reaching the Qianyuan Hall, His Majesty paused slightly and entered the side hall.
Is the side hall the residence of Mr. Xie?
Wang Bao glanced and lowered his head slightly, thinking that His Majesty had something to discuss with Master Xie late at night. After all, the last memorial was about the Huns, and His Majesty had spent a long time reading it alone.
But Mr. Xie should be asleep by now, right?
Xie Ling was indeed asleep, lying on his side, hugging the quilt and sleeping soundly. When Xiao Huan came over, he was even dreaming, and he couldn't forget "milk tea" in his mouth.
Xiao Huan: ...
He forced himself to look up and read today's update first. As for Xie Ling's dream... never mind.
I am concerned with government affairs at the moment, he reminded himself, staring straight at the golden light opposite and immersing himself in it.
Familiar golden words appeared: "Three sentences to make His Majesty fall in love with me"
"Wow, the OP's love curse only lasted one night and was broken the next day. Great, I failed to clear the high-difficulty dungeon. I'm screwed again."
"Before that, Emperor Wu righteously sneered at the poster: How could I be a homosexual?"
Xiao Huan: ...
Although, I really can't be a homosexual, but looking at the words on the screen, he felt inexplicably complicated.
Fortunately, the following content soon attracted his attention.
"The host has come back from the dead, and this time he has completely lost his temper. Emperor Wu can do whatever he wants, whether to kill or chop me up, it's all up to you. If I, Lin, frown, I'm not a hero."
Tsk, is he a good guy?
However, this look of disregarding life and death made Xiao Huan inexplicably think of Xie Ling who had just traveled through time.
This guy seemed to be like this when he just woke up?
The next moment.
"Hey, wait."
“It seems like things are turning around a bit.”
"Don't kill me yet, you can make another prediction!"
"The OP has an idea now. It must be that the OP's previous predictions were not strong enough."
"If I succeed in arousing your majesty's interest, even if it is just to wait for the prophecy to come true, your majesty will have to keep the host alive for a while, right?"
"In short, the host has discovered the problem. The previous things were not enough to touch His Majesty's heart and he couldn't perfectly catch the dragon. This time he must perfectly hit the point that His Majesty cares about most."
Xiao Huan: Didn’t you just say love is everything? Now you’re thinking about what I care about most?
But what he cares about most recently...is nothing more than the Huns.
Xie Ling should be able to think of it too, right?
really.
"Let me think...right!"
"There is a message."
"——In the spring of the ninth year of Qianyuan, the Xiongnu elected a new Chanyu, the eldest prince Wuluyan. The second prince of the Da Yan clan died, and the third prince was disabled and expelled. Wuluyan integrated the Xiongnu internally."
Xiao Huan raised his eyebrows slightly and wrote down the date.
It's just as I thought. In the spring, the Huns will complete their integration and take action.
The young medical officer in the novel was also very happy.
"Very good, this news is indeed of interest to the Emperor."
"The dragon has been caught."
"My family members are so happy that they are crying. The highest difficulty dungeon has finally been managed by the OP!"
Xiao Huan: ...
It was indeed worth being happy about. Just looking at him, I felt that the young medical officer in the novel had a hard time.
I knew what was going on, so I didn't continue to attack him.
After watching today's update, he looked at Xie Ling and found that this guy had a certain level of empathy with him.
When Xiao Huan said this word again, his expression was strange but not so repulsive. It's just a word, I don't need to overreact.
Thinking of this, Xiao Huan's eyes unconsciously fell on the other party's hand.
You were hiding it this afternoon, and I don’t know if your hand is feeling better now?
Lifting his robe and sitting on the edge of the couch, Xiao Huan took out Xie Ling's hand from under the quilt and pulled up his sleeves. Just by looking at it, he frowned.
There were a few slight puncture marks on his hands, which were obviously not caused by writing, but more like being stabbed.
His face darkened. How could there be such a wound on his hand after just going out?
Subconsciously, Xiao Huan wanted to ask the Eagle Guard to check. He thought Xie Ling was bullied. But just as he was about to take action, he suddenly remembered... If it was embroidery, it might also leave such marks.
He paused for a moment, thinking of what Wang Bao said about Xie Ling preparing a birthday gift for him recently.
Is it because of this?
When he realized this in an instant, Xiao Huan found it difficult to describe his feelings. He only felt a little heavy in his heart.
This kind of feeling was very unfamiliar to an emperor, and even he himself was a little confused. He closed his eyes slightly, restraining himself from thinking too much.
But looking at the wound on Xie Ling's hand, it was hard not to think too much.
Xie Ling, he actually did this for me...
This guy has always been the most afraid of pain, and now his hand is injured like this and he doesn't say a word, just because he likes me?
Xiao Huan frowned, and for the first time began to face up to his infatuation. He looked at the sleeping Xie Ling with extremely complicated eyes.
The system watched as Emperor Wu seemed to have misguided thoughts again, and closed its eyes helplessly.
After a while, Xiao Huan stood up.
When Wang Bao saw His Majesty coming out, he thought he was going back to the main hall, but His Majesty's voice became lighter and he said, "Go to the Imperial Hospital and get a box of wound ointment. I want the kind that leaves no marks and has no odor."
Since Xie Ling doesn't want him to know, and Xiao Huan doesn't want to make this guy suspicious, just pretend that I have never been here.
ah?
Wang Bao was at a loss for a moment, not knowing who was injured. But judging from the appearance of His Majesty, it should be Master Xie, right?
The lights in the room were dim, and soon a young eunuch brought in the external injury ointment. After Xiao Huan re-entered the hall, he glanced at Xie Ling and saw that he was still sleeping soundly, so he reached out and applied the external injury ointment on his injured finger.
I don’t know if it’s because he was too tired these days, but even after applying the ointment, this guy didn’t wake up. Instead, his eyes were still closed.
Xiao Huan's brows relaxed, he hesitated for a moment, and finally tucked the quilt for Xie Ling before standing up.
"His Majesty."
Seeing His Majesty come out, the eunuchs bowed their heads in greeting.
Xiao Huan glanced at Qian Ming.
"No need to tell Xie Lingzhen that I was here last night."
"Yes." Qian Ming responded respectfully.
Wang Bao didn't react until he reached the main hall.
Wait, there’s no need to tell Master Xie… Didn’t Your Majesty come to discuss something with Master Xie? Why is Master Xie still asleep?
Could it be that Your Majesty has come here specifically to apply medicine to Master Xie?
Thinking of this possibility, Wang Bao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but secretly glance at the emperor in front of him. For a moment, he couldn't tell... what exactly the emperor meant to Mr. Xie.
If it were in the past, Wang Bao would have firmly believed that His Majesty's appreciation of Young Master Xie was simply a matter of monarchy and subject, and at most the emperor would take a little more care of Young Master Xie because of his simple character. But now, after His Majesty made exceptions several times and came late at night to help Young Master Xie apply medicine, Wang Bao became a little uncertain.
This... Your Majesty, do you really have no other intentions?
Xiao Huan himself was somewhat silent, he had come here with the excuse of political affairs, but after seeing the wound on Xie Ling's hand, Xiao Huan found that the excuse he had given before was actually a bit of self-deception.
When can't I watch updates?
He could have waited until the next morning, but he couldn't wait all night. It was just because he had glanced at Xie Ling's hand in the afternoon.
——I am worried about him.
Xiao Huan was aware of this very clearly.
If he wasn't worried, he wouldn't have gone to apply medicine to this guy in the middle of the night. Since he ascended the throne, no one has ever had such a grand ceremony.
What is he doing?
Don’t I hate gays the most?
Xiao Huan suddenly stopped and watched His Majesty stop in the dark night. The imperial carriage behind him also stopped quickly to avoid colliding with His Majesty.
Xiao Huan's expression kept changing. Sometimes he was thinking about Xie Ling looking at him eagerly, and sometimes he was thinking about the wound on this guy's hand. Then, he was thinking about the other person saying that he loved him...
He suddenly closed his eyes.
…
When Xie Ling woke up the next morning, he thought he would see his two severely injured hands, but when he looked down when he woke up...
Um?
The injury on my hand doesn't seem that serious.
Did I just look at the horror after being stabbed yesterday?
Xie Ling touched it tentatively, but felt nothing. Then he suddenly asked.
"System, your shielding aura also has healing properties."
System: How is that possible?
It's just pain blocking. If it could be treated, it would be too anti-technology.
It couldn't help but twitch its mouth: "Don't think too much."
Maybe he recovered after a night of rest last night.
Tsk, is his physique so good now? He was able to recover from the injury in one night, it seems that exercise is still effective. Xie Ling moved his wrist and felt very comfortable.
The owner of the embroidery workshop originally thought that Mr. Xie would not come again the next day. Unexpectedly, he saw Mr. Xie again in the afternoon.
This perseverance, regardless of whether the person who was sent the pajamas was moved or not, Lan Fangzhu was moved anyway. But "Master Xie, is your hand okay?"
I got so badly tattooed yesterday, am I okay today?
Xie Ling: "It's okay, I've recovered."
"Let's continue today."
After much thought, even at this point, the patterns had been drawn, and Xie Ling had been pricked with so many needles, he was still unwilling to give up.
No, it must be embroidered!
He just didn't believe it and thought he couldn't embroider it.
After the previous injury, Xie Ling was a little more cautious this time. After a whole afternoon, she finally managed to embroider something. But this pattern looked... It felt like it had nothing to do with what I drew.
"System, I clearly drew the majestic figure of Emperor Wu riding a horse with me."
“Why does the embroidery look weird?”
The sight of His Majesty holding him on the horse with one hand was so handsome that Xie Ling had a deep memory of it. This time he simply drew a Q version of the picture of the horse for two people.
A boy with a high-spirited look in his eyes was pulling the reins, while another boy was sitting in front of the horse with admiring eyes.
Ahem, isn't this both flattering His Majesty and expressing his admiration very smoothly? When Xie Ling drew it, looking at the two soft round balls on the paper, he felt that the affection between the monarch and his subjects was very touching.
But after I had embroidered half of it, I found out... well, why is the drawing different from the embroidery?
system:……
"If you hadn't told me, I would have thought there were two eggs sitting on a tree trunk."
It scanned carefully: it was so funny, recognition failed.
Who can tell who is who?
Xie Ling took a breath. She didn't expect the problem to arise here, but she had already embroidered to this point and time was still tight.
Forget it, just keep embroidering like this, I believe that His Majesty will understand his intentions in the future. What is this called, this is called a rough etiquette but a deep intention.
Xie Ling embroidered randomly according to the drawing. After finishing today's semi-finished product, Master Lan, who was originally very moved, fell into a barely noticeable silence.
Never mind, it’s good that Mr. Xie has this intention.
How can people nowadays be so serious?
Xie Ling rubbed his sore wrist. This time he was not hurt. After handing his semi-finished product to Lan Fangzhu, he said embarrassedly:
"Please, Master Lan, keep it for me."
"I'll continue tomorrow."
Well, it is Emperor Wu's birthday tomorrow. He will come back tomorrow to continue embroidering it and then frame it and secretly transport it back to the palace. It will be just right to present it to Emperor Wu the day after tomorrow.
Xie Ling calculated the time and relaxed.
…
This time, Xiao Huan paid special attention to the other person's fingers while eating. Fortunately... it seemed that he was not injured this time.
The fingers that were originally tucked in his sleeves stretched out normally, and he glanced at his brows and relaxed a little.
"How are your studies lately?" He had an imperial examination right after his birthday, so Xiao Huan put down his chopsticks and asked casually.
Xie Ling was eating a chicken leg when he was asked this question and almost choked. After he swallowed the chicken leg, he coughed and said, "Your Majesty, I have almost prepared it."
He paused, not knowing what level he was at now, and looked at Emperor Wu awkwardly.
"If your majesty is worried, you can ask Zheng Daru."
Well, the teacher should know better than him.
Xiao Huan was ready to look for Zheng Wanyun without Xie Ling's reminder, but when he saw Xie Ling coughing due to choking, he frowned slightly.
"Give him a glass of water."
The eunuch quickly changed it to a cup of warm water.
The hot water slid down his throat, and the place where he had choked was finally healed. Xie Ling drank several cups in a row before he recovered.
Damn it, Your Majesty is learning from those parents to ask about homework during dinner. It almost scared him to death.
The system twitched its lips and did not remind the Emperor that he could see the words above his head.
Xiao Huan paused slightly when he saw the "parents" "asking about homework". During this period of time, he watched Xie Ling talking to himself every day, and he also had some understanding of the word "parents".
As the name suggests, it means the elders in the family.
This guy... He frowned: He obviously admires me, so what is he talking about parents? Isn't this messing up the generations?
Thinking of this, Xiao Huan looked at him a little uncomfortably, wanting to tell him to stop having such wild thoughts every day.
I am clearly only eight years older than him, how can I be that old?
But the next moment, he thought about his upcoming birthday. In two days, I will be twenty-nine. Adding one year to my age made Xiao Huan feel uncomfortable. Does this guy care about his age?
Xie Ling was asked a question that made no sense. After he answered and drank some water, he saw Emperor Wu looking at him inexplicably with a strange look in his eyes.
I couldn't help but pursed my lips and asked doubtfully: "Your Majesty, is there anything else?"
If you have something to ask, just ask it all at once, otherwise he won’t be able to hold back when he’s eating.
Xiao Huan: ...
"Nothing."
He glanced at him calmly, put down the spoon without much appetite, and stood up: "After eating, go and review by yourself. Don't delay the scientific examination during this period."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Xie Ling nodded slightly.
He waited until the person left before blinking, which was a bit strange.
"He was fine just now, what happened now?"
The system also felt that His Majesty was inexplicable, but it didn't need to think about it to know that it must be related to the golden words on the host's head. Just by checking the system's mechanical data, it could only think: Emperor Wu was unhappy because he saw his age and thought of immortality?
Xiao Huan was indeed somewhat unhappy, but this time it had nothing to do with immortality. He had known for a long time that immortality was just a scam, so how could he be angry about it?
The only reason he felt uncomfortable was... because of Xie Ling.
This guy is only twenty this year, but I am almost twenty-nine, a full nine years age difference.
He paused, and when Wang Bao looked at him cautiously, he suddenly asked, "When was Xie Ling's birthday?"
Wang Bao thought about it and said, "Probably, it's Zhongxia's birthday."
Midsummer. It was a month before I met her. She is indeed nearly nine years younger than me.
The age of the ministers should not matter to the emperor, but Xiao Huan was inexplicably bothered by this. When he realized what was happening, he frowned and said:
"Bring me a mirror."
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