A light rain had just passed, and the raindrops fell down the eaves, smashing a shallow hole in the ground.

Outside the Konoha Zhai, the snow-like pear blossoms are surrounded by green leaves, as delicate as a tearful beauty, and a few magpies are chirping on the branches, but they are suddenly startled by a loud shout, and the branches shake gently and shake off a few drops of rain and dew.

"Rotten wood!"

A middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt looked angrily at the two boys in front of him, his chest rose and fell in anger, he slapped the scroll in his hand on the table, pointed at his unsuccessful student and shouted: "Ten times! Each of you will copy it for me ten times! ”

One of the boys, dressed in a pale green shirt like a fluffy spring grass after the rain, was born thin and small, with round eyes, like a frightened little beast.

Seeing that the teacher was angry, he hung his head timidly, twisted his clothes unconsciously with his two hands, and looked a little depressed. After hearing that he was going to copy the book, he was a little happy in his eyes, and the soft child's voice said respectfully: "Yes, teacher." ”

"Well......" Seeing his well-behaved and clever appearance, the middle-aged man felt a little more angry, and habitually raised his hand to brush his beard, but was pricked by the stubble, gritted his teeth and put down the back of his hand behind him, he squinted at the other boy who was not standing, and asked in a deep voice, "Zichen, what about you?" ”

The boy was dressed in bright brocade clothes, with red lips and white teeth, and he was born very beautifully, but he was bent down and tilted his head, and he looked bored, which was really not a pleasant one.

This is none other than nine-year-old He Zichen.

Listening to the teacher's "chanting", He Zichen's eyes were dripping and observing which bird was fatter outside the window, and he didn't take this fire to heart at all, and when he heard the question, he rolled his eyes at the pear blossom outside the window, but sighed slightly in his heart.

These adults are really annoying, He Zichen thought, you lose your temper, I go my way, don't interfere with each other, isn't it good?

It's just that I'm so lonely that I have to respond to a few words, what a vain and arrogant guy.

That's it, that's it, who called him a teacher?

He Zichen thought with some vicissitudes, although he didn't learn anything from this teacher, and he was really too lazy to take care of it, but for the sake of the face of the ruler and the whip, he had to cheer up and perfunctory.

"Okay," He Zichen yawned, still tilting his head, squinting at the middle-aged man, his eyes looked a little disdainful through the bangs in front of his forehead, he pursed his lips, his voice was crisp and annoying, "Ten times, ten times, can't you listen to you?" ”

"You! Ha, good you He Zichen! It's getting more and more disrespectful! The middle-aged man trembled with anger, picked up the ring ruler with one hand, made a gesture to greet him, and said, "Do you know the mistake?" ”

He Zichen glanced at the ring ruler, he was not afraid, his bright eyes widened, and he looked quite innocent, he said: "I listened to you for everything, is it still wrong?" ”

The boy in green clothes next to him secretly reached out and tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to hurry up and relent.

"Ziyang, don't drag me!" He Zichen pulled his sleeve back, not taking his brother's kind reminder seriously.

He tilted his head and looked directly at his teacher, and said with a heartfelt voice: "Zichen obviously looks at the teacher with a pair of eyes, how can he say that he is 'disrespectful'?" The teacher is unreasonable, if the teacher wants to embarrass Zichen, to put it bluntly, as a student Zichen dare not disobey, but the teacher has to slander Zichen like this, it is really ungraceful. This is to ask the father to judge, and it shouldn't be Zichen's fault. ”

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded by his straightforward reasoning, and finally threw away the ring ruler and sighed, "It's really mud that can't support the wall!" He brushed his sleeves away.

He Zichen slandered: The dung can be supported on the wall, but you can help one.

He chased to the door, confirmed that the annoying guy had gone away, couldn't help cheering, and ran back happily, his eyes full of excitement: "Ziyang, Ziyang!" Let's go catch the birds! ”

He Ziyang sat at the desk in a regular manner, held a pen in his hand, and copied it uprightly on the white paper, writing while still reciting words in his mouth, seeing He Zichen running back, he looked up and asked: "Chenchen, what does this sentence mean?" ”

He Zichen puffed out his cheeks and said impatiently: "How many times have you said it, don't call me Chenchen!" ”

"I'm sorry, I forgot." He Ziyang didn't mind his attitude either, he smiled apologetically, a small dimple appeared on his left cheek, and asked again, "Then, Zichen, what does this mean?" ”

He Zichen glanced at him, talked to him roughly, and said, "Ziyang, let's go catch birds." ”

"I'm not going." He Ziyang shook his head and persuaded, "If you like it, just look at it, why catch it?" ”

"Ziyang, you talk so strangely!" He Zichen looked at him inexplicably, and said, "Of course I like it, I have to catch it, what's the point of just looking at it?" Just like you like to eat assorted porridge, can you be full just by looking at it? ”

He Ziyang put down his pen, looked at him seriously, and said, "Think about it, do you like the birds in the cage or the birds flying freely in the sky?" ”

"Hmm......" He Zichen really held his chin and thought about it seriously, and said honestly, "I still like the birds on the plate the most, and it's best to have a spicy taste." ”

"......" He Ziyang was stunned for a moment, silently picked up the pen and continued to copy the book.

He Zichen was hurt by his brother's coldness, snorted heavily, turned his head and walked out, walked to the door and stood for a while, then turned around, and said pitifully: "Then let's stop catching birds, let's fly kites?" ”

He Ziyang didn't raise his head, and refused bluntly: "Don't go." ”

"Then go to the Imperial Horse Warden? I heard there's a new foal over there. He Zichen still didn't give up.

"Zichen, we still have to copy the book," He Ziyang raised his head and coaxed him in a good voice, "Let's copy it first, and I'll accompany you whatever you want to do after copying, okay?" ”

"What are you copiing, what is there to copy? Die of boredom...... Brother~"

He Zichen was so bored that his body was itchy, so he simply lay on the table in front of He Ziyang, puffed out his cheeks, raised a pair of beautiful eyes and looked at He Ziyang, this "brother" shouted in a soft and waxy tone: "Brother, go play with me for a while, just play for a while, okay?" ”

He Ziyang stretched out his finger and poked his bulging cheeks, poked it again, felt very moved, and then rejected him.

He Zichen was unhappy, in the past, as long as he called Brother Ziyang in such a tone, Ziyang would agree to any request. Although Ziyang is a good child, he was also abducted by him and escaped from class a few times, he didn't understand how Ziyang was so resolute this time.

"Why?" Thinking so, he asked.

He Ziyang thought to himself, he must not follow Chenchen anymore, otherwise the queen mother will feel that Chenchen has brought him badly, in fact, Chenchen doesn't care how naughty the queen mother is, but he can't bear to be led astray.

The queen mother will never punish herself, she will only punish Chenchen in a different way, Chenchen is young, he doesn't have a long memory, he can't be a brother because he doesn't have an opinion, and his younger brother will be punished.

Of course, He Ziyang would not tell his younger brother this, but said seriously: "The teacher is already very angry, if he finds out that we can't even copy the book well, and we run out to play, the teacher will be even more angry." ”

"What an old teacher, that nasty old night pot!" He Zichen was annoyed by the teacher, and complained, "Cheng Tian has a straight face, as if his father didn't restrain him, at first he often beat his palms, but now it's even worse, and he directly changed it to copying books!" ”

The teacher of the two is named Ye Hu.

Ye Luohu's heart was slight, such a poetic name, but He Zichen said "Night pot? Isn't that the one you use to pee at night, how could anyone have such a name? It's better to call a rice bowl and a manger than this! "It's ruined.

Fortunately, He Zichen didn't say this to his face, otherwise the old grudge would not be eliminated and a new hatred would be added.

Ye Hu sneezed for no reason while walking on the road, he rubbed his nose, and felt a headache when he thought of the two little ancestors of Mu Ye Zhai.

In fact, when His Majesty invited him to teach the two young princes, he felt very honored, so he readily agreed.

At first, he really liked these two students, one was well-behaved and the other was clever, although they both had their shortcomings, but he always believed that the children could be taught.

A few months later, Ye Hu felt that he was really young and naïve, he had never taught such a headache student!

Ye Hu touched his conscience and said, the eldest prince He Ziyang is really a good boy who is diligent and studious, every time he looks at his serious little appearance, he really feels painful, but he can teach a problem many times and can't teach it, and the mistakes he has made can be made again.

Whenever he wants to use his brain, the energy of teaching the eldest prince alone is enough for him to teach ten people, Ye Hu feels that he is about to be ruined.

However, He Ziyang also has a good point, that is, he does a good job in everything that doesn't use his mind too much.

Although the speed of endorsement is more than a little slower than that of his younger brother He Zichen, diligence can make up for clumsiness, but it can be completed on schedule.

The best thing to do is to write, stroke by stroke, write in a regular manner, after a long time, it can be almost exactly the same as the handwriting of the post, but it always seems too rigid, He Zichen's random "wild grass" looks more aura than him.

Ye Hu also had to admit at this time that sometimes, it is really not hard work to make up for it, especially in comparison with the talented little son, the eldest son can really be regarded as "stupid".

But that little boy is even more unconscious, all the cleverness does not need to be on the right path, pretending to be obedient on the surface, but in fact he is stubborn, Ye Hu was angry when he thought about it, and only came to teach them on the seventh day, He Zichen took advantage of him to fall asleep, took a pair of scissors and secretly cut a beautiful hair that had accompanied him for many years.

He was hit hard, and he was about to pick his son and leave, but the monarch He Chongming repeatedly dissuaded him before staying.

Ye Hu often sighed secretly in his heart, how could two people with the same bloodline give birth to two so different people? It would be nice to balance the temperament and intelligence of these two children a little.

After that, Ye Hu brought a little affection, and he has always been unapologetic to He Zichen, and he is not so patient with the eldest prince, and he will serve him if he disagrees.

He Zichen was also a tough man, his palms were tense and straight, no matter how he beat him, he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, refusing to beg for mercy until he himself was a little unbearable before putting away the ring ruler.

The result?

For more than half a month, He Zichen used "Teacher, my hand is injured" as an excuse, and he relied on all the homework he assigned in a high-sounding manner, and then flexibly held a slingshot to hit a bird, and he was not weak when he hit him, and took the initiative to greet him with a smile......

He Zichen's attitude towards him has always been seemingly respectful, but in fact perfunctory, until something happens, he is not even very happy to be perfunctory.

That time, when two students made a mistake at the same time, he took the ring ruler and greeted them one by one. He Zichen was rough and thick-skinned, and while being beaten, he comforted He Ziyang, who was looking at the tears on the side.

"It doesn't hurt! Really, it's like tickling! ”

He Zichen wanted to laugh, but he grinned in pain, so he simply grimaced at He Ziyang with this expression, and said, "Ouch, what are you crying for?" It's not you who hit, and you don't hurt. ”

He Ziyang desperately held back the tears, and finally couldn't help but shed when he heard his brother's words, and he choked up: "But...... Chenchen, you hurt. ”

Ye Hu looked coldly at the two of them feeling distressed for each other, and said in his heart: Don't worry, it will be your turn to hurt soon.

After beating He Zichen, he raised his face at the tearful He Ziyang and said coldly: "Stretch out your hand." ”

He Ziyang subconsciously shrank, looked at his younger brother a few more times, gritted his teeth, and still stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Ye Hu held the ring ruler and was about to slap it on his palm, when a roar suddenly broke out on the side: "Don't beat Ziyang!" ”

Before the words fell, He Zichen slammed into him headlong and knocked him to the ground.

He Zichen pointed at him with his swollen finger and warned: "I can beat me, hit Ziyang, no!" ”

For the first time, Ye Hu looked up at this child who was less than ten years old, and there was a bit of anger on his face that was always smiling, such a lazy child, at this moment, the momentum was terrifying.

Later, Ye Hu learned that the eldest son was congenitally deficient, weak since he was a child, and his pain sense was a little more sensitive than ordinary people, although he was one year older than the little son, he seemed to be born less strong than the little son.

The little boy has a stubborn temperament and loves to play tricks on people, but he loves this frail brother as if he were a younger brother.

Although Ye Hu hated these two students, he also admired the brotherhood between the two of them, and after that, he rarely beat them with a ruler, and the punishment became copying books.

Then I unexpectedly found that it was more annoying to the little boy than to beat the palm of his hand, or to copy the book, which made Ye Hu very happy.