Great Wei Kyoto, Chaohua Pavilion.

On the fifth day of March, the night was thick.

Under the moonlight, the evening breeze gently blows the surface of the lake.

Shen Huaizhou stood under the pavilion outside the pavilion, looking at the rows of dragon palace lamps at the red wall of golden tiles.

"It's the Queen Mother's guard of honor."

The night breeze blew away his inky hair, and his voice was clear, as if relieved.

Shi'an stood beside him with tea.

"The emperor returned to the palace today, and the queen mother was afraid that she would hear the news and rush to Chengming Hall to talk about it."

He glanced at Feng Jia.

"Childe, do you want to go see the emperor?"

"Not necessarily."

Shen Huaizhou lowered his eyes, put away his gaze, turned around and stepped into the pavilion.

Three-month lockdown.

and raised his indifferent temperament.

It seems that six years ago, I was dedicated to learning and didn't ask about the world.

In the cabinet, the candles are flickering, and in the inner room, there is only the occasional sound of books flipping through.

Outside the pavilion, the moonlight is thick, and under the corner of the wall, there is an old man and a young man whispering.

"Have you written down all the words I have instructed?"

Prime Minister Song has white hair on his temples and a loving face.

"The old minister will help the emperor come out."

He dug into his arms, pulled out another oil-paper bag, and handed it to her.

"Red bean crisp from Xiang Kee Pastry Shop."

Prime Minister Song doesn't remember people.

I only thought that today's Son of Heaven was the first emperor back then.

After teaching the first emperor for decades, that preference is remembered in his bones, and now when he sees her, he will hand over pastries that make the first emperor cry.

Su Liuyu opened the oil paper bag and took a bite.

"It's hot."

She laughed.

"It's still the same as before, it hasn't changed."

"Your Majesty, slow down."

He whispered:

"Wait for tomorrow to go to court, and the old minister will secretly bring it to the emperor."

It was a little late at night.

Whispers outside the cabinet could not reach the cabinet.

Shen Huaizhou rubbed his sour eyebrows and prepared to go to bed.

He looked up and looked at the sky.

But he didn't want to look at Prime Minister Song's angry eyes.

He was slightly stunned and greeted him.

"Teacher, how do you ......?"

"Bastard!"

The roar was deafening.

Su Liuyu's eyes widened.

It's fierce!

I'm scared to death!

She hid behind the prime minister and secretly tugged at his sleeve.

Prime Minister Song quietly patted her hand.

The old minister came to clean him up.

Shen Huaizhou was also taken aback.

When he got closer, he saw the person hiding behind Prime Minister Song Cheng, with a complicated expression.

But as calm as Shen Huaizhou, he reacted in a moment.

He was dressed in white like snow, and bowed respectfully to the prime minister.

Only then did he speak slowly.

"The teacher will go inside first."

"No need!"

Prime Minister Song had a serious face.

"The old man doesn't have that much to spare."

He pulled Su Liuyu in front of him.

"You are his master, she is still young, but if she does something wrong, just scold two sentences, what else?"

"As a teacher, be wide, love, educate, teach you before being a teacher, you bastard forgot everything."

"If it weren't for the fact that I was in front of the juniors today, I would have to give you a good beating so that you could learn a lesson."

Prime Minister Song is a Confucian gentleman.

The teacher is solemn, and he has heard of it in the court.

Disciples, playing boards, punishing kneeling, and copying books are commonplace.

When he was young, Shen Huaizhou worshiped under his door, and he was not beaten less.

But that's been more than a decade ago.

Now in front of his own apprentices, he was scolded by his own teacher, and he was as calm as Shen Huaizhou, and he was a little embarrassed.

"What are you doing in a daze, don't hurry up and coax."

Prime Minister Song pushed Su Liuyu to him.

But he didn't want Shen Huaizhou to take a big step back and avoid Lao Yuan.

"The teacher might as well ask her, as a disciple, how can she respect the teacher? Now that the relationship between the student and her mentor and apprentice has been exhausted, I hope the teacher will not persuade her again. ”

His voice was as gentle and polite as ever, but the words he uttered were heartfelt.

Su Liuyu looked at the alienated and indifferent look in his eyes, and gritted his teeth.

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