Govern the country with righteousness, use troops with odds, and take the ...... of the world with nothing. 【Reading.com】

In the study, the palace lamp is hanging high, bright as day. Prince Aiqing really stood behind the pear blossom wood bookcase, while silently reciting the "Tao Te Ching", while copying it on rice paper in small letters, and the iron stroked the silver hook down, like flowing water, beautiful.

I really don't know if it's because he was always punished by the prince for copying books, his handwriting is the best among all the royal heirs, and it's crooked.

Your Highness, what are you talking about? Helping him grind was a little eunuch in green, named Xiao Dezi, who was only seven years old this year, but he was eccentric, his little eyes stared at the small words written by Aiqing, and asked curiously.

In other words...... Not....... How did the prince explain it at the beginning, Aiqing tilted her little head with a golden crown, scratched her head frequently with the end of the brush, and muttered, that is, ...... The Son of Heaven must rule the country according to the law, and he must win the war by surprise, and he must not disturb the people, and so ......on.

I'm afraid that the more Xiao Dezi asks, the more he can't explain himself, Aiqing said again, alas, anyway, it's all some profound truth, I told you, you don't understand, don't bother me.

Yes, Your Highness. Xiao Dezi worked hard to polish the ink for the prince, and there was such a thick stack of white paper on the bookcase, I am afraid that this punishment copy would be copied until midnight.

After Aiqing filled another piece of paper, she put down her pen, turned her sour and stiff neck, twisted her waist, and asked Xiao Dezi again, hasn't Jing Guard returned to the palace yet?

No, Sister Chunxi in the front hall said that when the Jing guard came back, he would let him come to the study to see the prince immediately. Xiao Dezi handed a freshly brewed rock sugar red date tea to the prince, Your Highness, are you thirsty? Break is writing.

Well...... Where the hell did he go? Aiqing wrinkled her face bitterly, and only then did she pick up the celadon tea bowl, and she heard a loud announcement outside, His Royal Highness the Prince, Jing Guards had arrived.

Hehe, he's finally back! Putting down the brush, Aiqing was like a cheerful little rabbit, going straight to the palace gate, leaving Xiao Dezi to hurriedly clean up the brush and paper for him, and the words that were just written could not be dirty, and they had to be taken to the queen to see.

When Aiqing arrived at the door in a hurry, under the bright moonlight, the tall figure was entering the temple threshold, and without saying a word, he rushed over, - Rarity!

It was really a jump three feet high, but the person who came easily hugged his waist, raised his head, and looked at Aiqing's ink-stained delicate face.

Your Highness, I'm sorry that my subordinates are back late.

Jing Tingrui is nine years older than the prince, and now he is nineteen, not only the sword-bearing guard of the East Palace, but also because of his high martial arts and uprightness, he is highly used by the emperor, and often asks him to help the criminal department and the official department, and go out of the palace to investigate some cases.

However, after all, he is a member of the Prince's Palace, so every time Jing Tingrui is ordered to leave the palace, Aiqing is very unhappy, it is simply looking forward to the stars and waiting for him to come back like the moon.

Even Huang Ye hugged him jealously and said, Qing'er, your guard I just borrowed it, although he went out of the palace, but I still have me with you, isn't it?

Father, that's different. Aiqing would always answer like that, but he couldn't tell what was different.

For as long as he can remember, Jing Tingrui has been by his side, and Jing Tingrui's existence is as natural as the sun, air, flowers and trees that surround him. As long as he doesn't see him, Aiqing will be uncomfortable and uncomfortable, but now it is not as good as when he was a child, as long as he cries, his father will take the initiative to stuff Jing Guards to him, which can successfully stop his tears, and try everything!

Now, he has grown up, and he can only endure it until Jing Tingrui returns to the palace to see him, crying his nose, and he will never do it again.

Hmph, you know you're coming back late? Although I have been worried about Jing Tingrui's safety in my heart, Aiqing is also straight at the moment, you only have your father in your heart, and there is no me anymore!

How come, Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, you will always come first in the hearts of your subordinates. Jing Tingrui is extremely handsome in the eyes of others, but he doesn't like to talk or take care of people, giving people a feeling like a big piece of ice, and from time to time he exudes a cold air that repels people.

However, in front of the prince, especially when there is no one else, his eyes are so gentle and full of doting.

But as long as your father says a word, you will fly out of the palace! Aiqing muttered.

Since he was a child, he was favored by his father and was made a prince at the age of four. With the support of Huangye, he has always galloped in the palace, and he is not afraid of heaven and earth.

But lately, he has come to understand more and more, what is power all about? Because as long as his father gave him a look, Jing Tingrui would no longer listen to him, and he would not tell him where he went or what he was doing, which made him very worried.

Oh, Your Highness, those are official affairs, as a courtier, it is natural to do things for the emperor. Jing Tingrui said with a smile, put Aiqing down, and reached out to stroke his head.

- Then you say, is it my father's explanation that matters, or me?!

Aiqing wanted to ask this question for some reason, but she faintly felt that Jing Tingrui would definitely choose her father, so she lowered her head and was silent.

By the way, Your Highness, I bought you a candy man. Jing Tingrui squatted down and said. Every time he came back from the palace, he would bring some delicious things, such as rock sugar gourds, maltose people, etc., which could not be eaten in the palace. Xu is the palace people dislike the poor workmanship and unclean.

But Aiqing likes it very much, and she can eat it for a long time with a dragon-shaped candy man.

Where is it? Aiqing heard that there was something to eat, and he really got up again, so lively that he could see the tail wagging behind his buttocks.

Jing Tingrui couldn't help but laugh, pinched his pink face, In your dormitory, Chunxi said, You are copying books here, so I put down my things and came.

Ahem, so you know I've been punished for copying books? Aiqing's face turned even redder, although it was not the first time, but as she got older and older, she always felt that it was not good for Jing Tingrui to know about this kind of thing.

Well. Jing Tingrui stood up, took Aiqing's hand, let's go, you shouldn't have finished writing yet, right?

Yes, my father was ruthless this time, and he punished me ten times of the Tao Te Ching. Aiqing is not so much complaining as being coquettish.

It's okay, your "Tao Te Ching" is not familiar with memorization, and the next time the prince Fu examines you to write it silently, you don't need me to throw a note for you. Jing Tingrui said with a smile, but provoked Aiqing to punch him.

Aiqing returned to the table, Xiao Dezi had already laid out a piece of rice paper, and the wolf pen of the ivory tube was dipped in ink, waiting for the prince to come and wave it.

Are you just standing and copying? Jing Tingrui saw that the prince didn't have a seat, so he asked.

Yes, His Royal Highness made a mistake and fell while holding the princess, and the queen was angry. Xiao Dezi said very quietly.

So that's the case, no wonder the queen is angry. Jing Tingrui turned his head to look at the prince and asked with concern, what about you? Are you hurt?

I didn't, alas, anyway, I just copied it. Aiqing glared at Xiao Dezi, thinking that he had too much to say, go, let the imperial dining room prepare snacks, and the Jing guards didn't eat when they came back late.

Be! Your Highness. Xiao Dezi answered the order and trotted away.

Aiqing was calm and wanted to copy the rest in one go, but she remembered that Rarity hadn't returned to the palace yet, and counted it, and from the afternoon to now, she had copied it four times, and now that Rarity was back with him, he couldn't calm down.

From time to time, the corner of his eyes glanced at Jing Tingrui, he was wearing a dark blue moire brocade robe, a leather belt decorated with black jade, black cloth riding boots, in addition to the Chiyou sword that he wore all year round, there was also a jadeite gold-inlaid pendant, which was a token of Prince Jing's mansion.

Aiqing knew that although Jing Tingrui was the eldest son of Prince Jing's family, because of his status as a concubine, he did not get the title of the prince's prince, and those glory, wealth, and hereditary glory would be inherited by his younger brother, Jing Tingyun, who was one year younger than him.

Although Jing Tingyun is a lazy and hard-working, he doesn't know anything, only a good-looking guy.

Aiqing has always been angry about this, and she has also pestered her father to give Jing Tingrui the name and status she deserves.

However, his father said that although in his eyes, the ancestral etiquette system could not be abolished, and this was Prince Jing's family matter, so he could not intervene.

As for Jing Tingrui himself, he doesn't seem to care about his status and status, and he rarely goes back to the Prince's Mansion, but today, he has a token hanging on his waist, which means that his father asked him to go to Prince Jing's Mansion to do errands.

Is Concubine An okay? Aiqing asked Jing Tingrui's biological mother, a lowly singer who was favored by Prince Jing and accepted as a concubine because of her extremely beautiful appearance.

Mother is all right, thank you for your concern. Jing Tingrui said with a smile, she also asked about you, and asked her subordinates to serve you well.

Rarity, if I had known you were going back to the palace, I wouldn't have rushed you back. Aiqing stopped her pen and looked apologetic.

Hehe, Your Highness, it has been nine years since your subordinates entered the palace as your guard at the age of ten, and they have long regarded this place as their home. Jing Tingrui smiled and said, You don't have to care about this.

Rarity, I'm going to be very, very good for you! Aiqing still frowned and swore to make up for the regret that you couldn't return home.

Your Highness, your heart is too good. Jing Tingrui raised his hand to caress the young face that although he was childish, he had a great posture of captivating the country, and his subordinates would be worried about ......it.

What the? Those black and clear, starry eyes, looking up at Jing Tingrui.

No, nothing. Jing Ting Rui smiled, hugged the prince into his arms, lowered his head, and said in his ear, You just need to be like this, you don't need to worry about other things.

Well! Aiqing nodded heavily, no matter what it was, as long as Rarity said it was nothing, it was fine.

Your Highness, are you tired? Jing Tingrui asked again, how long have you been standing and copying?

From the early afternoon, about ...... Aiqing paused, it's been three hours.

It's time to take a break. Jing Tingrui frowned and said, otherwise tomorrow it would be a sore back and legs.

But Rarity, I'm going to copy it six more times. Aiqing frowned sadly, I guess, I have to be busy until the end of the day.

Hold your horses. Come, let your subordinates hold you. Jing Tingrui said softly, easily picked up the prince and let him sit on the bookcase, and the eyes of the two were level.

Rarity? Aiqing looked at Jing Tingrui, not knowing why.

The queen won't allow you to sit on a chair and copy books, so she removed all the chairs here. However, as long as it's not a chair, it's the same if you sit here, and the rest can be written.

How can this be? If Daddy had found out, he wouldn't have punished me again! Aiqing hurriedly said.

God knows, you know I know, and there is no one else here. Jing Tingrui's courage is not ordinary, and he said with a smile, Xiao Dezi will not betray you, and the most important thing is ......

He picked up the pen and followed what Aiqing had just written, and continued, I am reluctant for you to stand and copy, and I have copied seven or eight times for you, and I am familiar with imitating your handwriting.

Rarity ....... Aiqing's face was red, she stretched out her hand and gently pulled Jing Tingrui's sleeve, I'm sorry, I'm causing you trouble again.

No, Your Highness, you can do whatever you want, as long as you're happy. Jing Tingrui pinched the prince's nose lightly, but next time, you should be careful when you hold the princess, don't wrestle again.

Got it, not next time. Aiqing puffed up his cheeks, he felt sorry for Kerou, it hurt more than falling on himself!

Aiqing held her chin and sat on the table to watch Jing Tingrui write. That's really fast, and the handwriting and strokes are exactly the same.

As the night deepened, Xiao Dezi lit more candles, and Aiqing looked at it, and she was sleepy, yawning constantly, her little head shook and swayed, and she unconsciously leaned on Jing Tingrui's right shoulder.

Jing Tingrui stopped his pen and didn't say anything, just changed his left hand to hold the pen, and then held the prince's waist with his right hand, letting him rest on his shoulder, and in this unnatural posture, it took more than two hours for him to finish copying for the prince.

Holding the sleeping prince, sending him back to the dormitory, and telling Chunxi to take care of the prince carefully, Jing Tingrui took the thick "Tao Te Ching" to Changchun Palace and returned to the queen.

- To be continued