She still remembers that when she was apprenticed 500 years ago, it was a sunny day. However, in the Shi family's generation, she and her brother were the main branch of the family, and she was the only girl, and most of the rest died in infancy. Later, because the family was in power, she was in her mother's womb and was accused of marriage. According to the discussion of several nurses in childhood, if he had been born a boy at that time, he would have been replaced by a girl.

Luckily, it's a girl. Unfortunately, this girl was born without words, so she worships King Nanchen as her teacher, this prince who has an army of 700,000 and is the most feared by the Queen Mother, is also the little emperor uncle of today's saint, but it is not the queen mother's descendant. According to Shi Yi's mother, this move can give her a solid backer, and at the same time, she can use her mentor and apprenticeship to make plans for the family in the future. The stakes in this, Eleven didn't seem to understand it, but thinking of the domineering spirit of the three armies kneeling together with a wave of the master's hand that day, he was still full of longing. If she hadn't secretly seen him that day, she would have thought that King Xiao Nanchen was an old prince, otherwise he would not have made great achievements in battle, which would make the royal family jealous.

In front of everyone's eyes, Eleven respectfully bowed to the master, took the teacup handed by the maid next to him, held it tightly with two small hands, and walked step by step to the young man sitting in the middle, the water swayed slightly in the cup, rippling layer by layer. She didn't dare to be distracted by every step she took, until in front of Zhou Shengchen, she respectfully raised the teacup above her head. She thought that if it was another disciple, she should respectfully shout, "Master, please use tea," but she just stood quietly, and the only thing she could do was hold the teacup steady. Soon, one hand took the teacup in her hand and took a sip: "Shi Yi, you are called eleven at home?" Eleven raised her head, her eyes shining, looked at him, and bowed her head slightly. Very good, I'll call you Eleven, okay? He did not call himself "a teacher", but "I". Shi Yi was a little stunned, and couldn't help but look at his mother in the distance. After her mother bowed her head, she nodded slightly. She thought, this is really a strange master and little prince. Years later, she remembered that day vividly. He was dressed in a yellow robe, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyebrows, like a warm sunshine in a cloudy day, a little dazzling. Xiao Nanchen Wang, who became famous as a young man and made outstanding military achievements, but treated every apprentice and his generals well, has been her master since that day, and he will never change in his life. Eleven is different from other senior brothers and sisters, in the palace has its own courtyard, and there are also maids who serve alone. Because of this, in the first two years of entry, I was squeezed out. Because of her identity, those people didn't dare to make any moves, but they just treated her very indifferently, as if Eleven was an irrelevant passerby. But she doesn't care too much, and it's also such a character that makes her favored by her master, and she is often alone in the study, and she can even be allowed to board the library in the forbidden place of the palace.

Then, under Master's notice and instruction, all the brothers and sisters finally began to accept her slowly. She can't speak, she always laughs, and everyone who laughs is warm, even if her appearance is mediocre, but she is also loved. It's just that Master still only allows her to go to the library; Some senior brothers couldn't help it, and brought paper and pens to ask her, what treasures are there in the library building, which can become a forbidden place in the palace? She shook her head every time, smiled but did not write, and even occasionally flickered her eyes. The building is only three floors, perennial perennial perennial pine and bamboo fragrance, when not lit, the light is very dim; The first time she went, she also secretly entered, the first time she entered the palace, there were neighboring enemy troops to invade the border, the master led the troops to the battle, she can be said that there is no second person in the palace, however, in the library building, there is a whole wall, there are poems written by her, all of which have been recited with her mother since childhood. I don't understand the meaning of the poem, but I can write it fluently. When King Nanchen returned, she had written two walls in the library. The maid couldn't find her in the middle of the night, so she had to quietly ask King Nanchen for help, Shi's daughter disappeared late at night, and if it came out, it would be humiliated. The maid couldn't be the master, the six gods had no master, so the king of Nanchen searched for the palace alone, until he walked to the top floor of the library building, and saw the little girl who served tea to him when he was apprenticed, and actually wrote Sima Xiangru's "Shanglin Fu" on the wall. There is no deviation from a single word. But it was stuck in the sentence of male and female affection: long eyebrows, slight contempt. Seeing her master, she was at a loss, unconsciously holding the brush tightly, slowly getting down from the bamboo chair, and didn't even dare to look up at the master with an interesting look in the moonlight. "Forgot the second half of the sentence?" King Nanchen walked over, squatted down on one knee, and asked softly, Eleven pouted, as if he was a little unwilling, but still bowed his head silently. King Nanchen suddenly stretched out his hand and wiped the ink stains off her face, her fingertips were a little rough, not as soft as a mother, but just as warm and gentle. He laughed: "The second half of the sentence is to give the soul of color, and the heart is happy on the side." She suddenly raised her head, looked at the master happily, and when she wanted to reflexively climb onto the bamboo chair again, she felt a light body, and was picked up by him from behind: "Write, I'll hold you." She bowed her head, a little frightened, but also a little happy, so that when she wrote these eight words, it was very different from other handwriting (she later fell from the stairs because she erased these eight words and rewrote them). She wanted to write again, but the master had already put her down: "It's getting late and go to bed, and when you finish studying, you can make up the rest." ”

Therefore, in the library building, there are poems that she has never finished, and she even keeps it a secret in her heart. Later, as she grew older, she understood the true meaning of this sentence. Women are given by color, men are given by soul, love is agreed, and the heart is tilted to the side. Whenever the master left the palace, as short as half a month or as long as three months, she would quietly come to the library; Sometimes when you open the window in the afternoon, there will always be a wind blowing in, which is a little more impetuous in summer and colder in winter. Where there is wind, there is sound, whether it's the sound of the wind piercing through several bookshelves or the sound of turning over a scroll.

At first, she was short and would always stand on a bamboo chair, but then she grew taller and no longer needed a bamboo chair, and the Master would always find her here, and then on a fixed pillar, she would measure whether she had grown taller during the time she was away. She would always be very happy when she saw Master come suddenly, and the feeling was always inexplicable, and Eleven would carefully hook his little finger with his index finger every time, swaying and refusing to let go. "Eleven," he would always squat down on one knee when he was talking to her, and say to Eleven very gently, "You are the most beautiful when you laugh, you have to laugh often, okay?" She smiled, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Day by day, month by month, year by year. Many years later, although she was not proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she preferred chess and painting. The former can be used to spend time with the master in the library, while the latter can be used to depict the appearance of the master while he is handling official business. She didn't dare to paint too blatantly, so she had to hide her eyes, her bones, her smile, her sleep, her tiredness, or her master who was angry because of the war situation. She is the only one who can see it, but she is the only one who understands.

She is not allowed to leave the palace, so naturally she is not as broad-minded as her senior brothers and sisters; Whenever there is a shared dinner once every 10 days, I can always hear the senior brother who has returned from the master's expedition, and his eyebrows fly to describe how he is pointing at thousands of troops and taking the lead. And how does the senior sister depict the reputation of the master in the rumors in the market. "Eleven, do you think Master is very good-looking?" She paused slightly, thought for a moment, and then bowed her head very lightly. If the master is not good-looking, there is no one in this world who can be seen. The little senior sister actually said something that was almost rebellious: "Xiao Nanchen has thousands of retainers, supports 700,000 troops, and has great achievements. Her eyes flashed.

She was a little flustered when she heard this, and after dinner, she secretly went to the library again. Unexpectedly, the master did not light the lamp and candle, and was independent by the side of the window. She looked at her master from a distance through the gap in the wooden bookshelf, thinking about her sister's words. She got tired of it and sat down. I fell asleep in a daze. When I opened my eyes again, it was already a little bright, but I didn't see the master, only the long robe was draped over herself, the clothes were cold, and she had been gone for a long time, this was the first time, she fell asleep here, and the master did not carry her downstairs. Shi Yi's fingers ran along the cuffs of his shirt and slid it in a slight circle, 'Just like that, his cheeks are already hot. Many years ago, she could only recite "Long eyebrows and Lianjuan, slightly contemptuous", it was he who taught her to "give the soul and the heart to the side." ”

Now she is really lustful, and she is fascinated.