"Brother Ming, how did you get in and out of the palace?" I spoke abruptly and looked at the silent bodhisattva.

"I'm now the commander of the Imperial Guard." Bodhisattva said lightly, but I didn't know that this news was like a bomb that almost blew me up.

"Brother Hades, you-" I looked at him with my mouth stammered.

"It took me three years to sneak up from an ordinary guard, and only then will I have the opportunity to sneak into the inner palace and see you as I do now."

"It turns out that you haven't come to see me in the past three years, but you've been looking for a chance to see me?"

The Bodhisattva didn't answer me, just looked at me in silence, but that gentle and doting eye explained everything clearly.

"This plan seems to be fine, but it is not enough to only teach the two little princes martial arts, it is necessary to have people who can be talented in the world to teach them the strategies of governing the country, where can we find such a person, and we must be able to bring him into the palace?" An Qingjie frowned, a little worried.

"Sister An, please teach them to read and write first, although Yexue and Yeyang are two children, it is too dangerous to let them appear in the cold palace at the same time, if they are accidentally discovered, our plan will fall short, so after Yexue recovers his body, I am ready to find a way to send Yeyang out of the palace and hand it over to your son-in-law to teach, I believe that with the ability of your son-in-law, you can definitely teach a prince with outstanding ability."

"This method is good, Yexue stays in the palace, so that there will be no suspicion that there is one less prince in the palace, and Yeyang can also receive the best education, but what about Yexue?"

"Yexue will be taught by me, and when Yeyang has the ability to inherit the throne, I will send Yexue away from the palace, so that he can live an ordinary and happy life away from this bloody slaughterhouse."

"Woo-woo-no, don't, don't leave-"

As soon as my words fell, I heard a suppressed cry on the bed, the little child's face was buried in the thick futon, and there were crystal tears in his big black eyes that kept flowing out of his sockets, and the quilt was wet, and it seemed that he had been awake for a while, and he couldn't help but make a sound until he heard him leave.

"Night Snow, you can talk!" I looked at the little child in amazement.

If you think about it carefully, since Duanmu Yurou kept Yexue in order to make him Yeyang's stand-in, then she would definitely teach Yexue to read and write in private, so that he wouldn't understand anything.

"No, the night snow won't leave you!" Yexue sat up suddenly, grabbed the corner of my clothes, and looked at me stubbornly.

"Yexue is good, my aunt won't leave you." Looking at the boy's obviously disbelieving eyes, I sighed helplessly, "Is this good, if my aunt wants you to leave one day, I will tell you in advance, as long as you don't agree, my aunt will definitely not force you, how about it?" ”

"Pull the hook!" The boy looked down in contemplation for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and held out the little thumb of his right hand.

"Good!" I stretched out my little finger and hooked his little finger, and while shaking, I made a promise with his milky voice, "Pull the hook and hang yourself, you won't change for a hundred years!" ”

Yexue got my assurance, and then she lay down in the bed again, but her little hands still held the corners of my clothes tightly and refused to let go.

"Moyu, I found out that you will definitely be a good mother in the future!" An Qingjie chuckled and teased.

"Sister An, I'm only 11 years old this year, okay." I rolled my eyes helplessly.

"It's strange that when I talk to you, I often forget that you are just an 11-year-old girl, and I always feel like I am talking to an adult, don't you feel that way, brother?" An Qingjie turned his head sideways to look at the Bodhisattva who was sitting at the table and drinking tea silently.

"Silence is silence." Bodhisattva took a sip of tea and said something mindless.

"Forget it, if you say this to your senior brother, it's just for nothing, senior brother, you will only speak silently." An Qingjie shrugged helplessly, picked up another cup of warm tea on the table, walked to me, and stuffed it into my hand.

"Sure enough, you can't do it without money!" I looked at the few pieces of black dust floating in the cup, sighed lightly, and lowered my head to take a sip, "Money can make ghosts push ghosts, and money can make ghosts push ghosts!" ”