"Yo, isn't this Hachi?" A young man who appeared to be more slender in a group of teenagers grabbed the collar of the teenager known as "Little Hachi".

"Sing, why don't you sing, don't you want to catch up with the next month's play?"

"Xiaoba is a person who wants to be a corner, how can he be willing to practice with us on the same stage."

"He's so powerful, why don't you go on stage and sing the whole scene."

The surrounding teenagers let out a yin and yang sarcasm, each pushing and shoving the boy called "Little Hachi".

There are often such things in the theater, the same course, the same master, but the teenagers with different talents and efforts begin to feel the gap between people for the first time, which comes from jealousy, and few outstanding seedlings who have no backing have not received such treatment.

And those who bully people, as long as they move their hands once, will target you, they are afraid, afraid that the person who has been bullied by them will send themselves to hell in the future when they fall in love with the nobles.

They will be tempted, starting from the initial theft of the costume of the play, so that the person who is suppressed will gradually be disgusted by the master;

They will crowd out and pull away the last person who can give light;

They would destroy, and then begin to blow him physically, until the beautiful face of the trickster was cut to pieces with the tip of a knife, and waited for the steward to drive him out of the palace.

And the talented and forbearant teenagers, they will desperately climb up, do everything possible to flatter the nobles of the upper class, not many people can repay their grievances with virtue, and the fate of the bully may be more miserable than imagined.

In such an environment, the last thing that can grow is the flower of sin that blooms in the dry bones, whether it is the perpetrator or the bearer.

Zhao Xueji didn't understand, she hid behind the bamboo forest, took everything into her eyes, and Yingchun pulled her tightly, lest her own talents impulsively go to "do chivalrous justice".

Fortunately, the drums in the Baiju Building sounded, and there was a tactful and resentful tune in the building, which was less confusing when Zhao Xueji was lured just now, but it was more pleasant to the ear, about which famous actor was singing.

A group of teenagers rushed back to the Hundred Opera Building, except for Hachi, who was left behind.

He got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, took out the sweat towel in his arms with trembling hands to wipe away the dirt and tears on his face one by one, took a deep breath, and turned to look at the bamboo forest where Zhao Xueji was hiding.

"If Hachi dies here today, will my sister collect Hachi's body?"

"This is in the palace, do they dare to do this?" Zhao Xueji carried her skirt and walked out of the bamboo forest with Yingchun in her arms.

This is the only way to really see Hachi's face, clear and reddish eyes, and the lower lip is red and translucent, probably because of the teeth bitten blood.

However, he didn't answer the question, and smiled shallowly: "Look at my sister's clothes, it's about the first-class palace maid who waits for Niangniang, I'm afraid I won't come to such a remote place for a second time, how dare a lowly person like Xiaoba bother my sister...... Sister still forgot about what happened just now. ”

After the young man finished speaking, he saluted Zhao Xueji, and then turned to leave.

When Xiaoba entered the gate of the Hundred Opera Building, Yingchun pulled the thoughtful Zhao Xueji: "Cairen, we should go back." ”

"Yingchun, you said I-"

"Talented people still forget," Yingchun stopped his master's next words, and advised: "As Sister Baoqin said, talented people are now new to the palace, and they need to establish a solid foundation, and they have no time to take care of others......

And behind the Zhu Gate of the Hundred Opera Building, Xiao Ba, who was leaning against the door panel, took the conversation between the two into his ears, his eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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"Queen Mother, let's go faster!"

Li Chongxuan showed a bright smile on his little face, his little face was flushed, and there was light sweat after running, and he was holding Sun Yuanfeng's hand to urge her to go faster.

Although Li Siyuan only ascended the throne three years ago to inherit the throne, he now has two sons and three daughters, of which the eldest son Li Chongrun is the former Liangdi, and now the virtuous lady Chen Hanlu was born, the eldest princess Li Youqin's biological mother has passed away, and is now fostered in Wei Xiuyi Wei Qing, and the remaining two sibling princesses are born by Mrs. Yi Shu in the year of the emperor's accession to the throne.

And this last one, which is now Li Chongxuan, is the eldest son of Empress Sun Yuanfeng, who is five years old.

Although he is not yet old enough to go to the study to take classes, none of the prince's education has been pulled down, but fortunately, Li Chongxuan is lively and talented, and he has not developed a dull and silent character like his brother Li Chongrun, which is quite favored by the emperor.

Today coincided with Li Chongxuan's early completion of his homework, and Sun Yuanfeng took him to meet the Queen Mother.

"That's ...... Talented people? ”

When Sun Yuanfeng withdrew his gaze from his son, he noticed Zhao Xueji who was being pulled by Yingchun in the distance, and the new talent looked a little lost, which made her a little worried.

"Niangniang, do you want to inquire?" The palace maid behind him respectfully stepped forward and asked in Sun Yuanfeng's ear.

Sun Yuanfeng shook his head and returned his attention to his son: "The matter of the wonderful talent, Mrs. Youde is worried about her. Chongxuan, don't worry, walk slowly. ”

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In the palace, Sun Yuanfeng and the Queen Mother withdrew from everyone, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law talked to each other.

And Li Chongxuan's youthful temperament, in order to have his own free time, shouted to come to his grandmother to play, and after meeting the queen mother, he quickly slipped out, and was followed by a group of maids and eunuchs, and swaggered to start the adventure of Cining Palace.

There is a clean place in the backyard, and on the west side of the Cining Palace, a small garden has been built next to the purple gold water tank that suppresses bad luck and collects the dew of the sky.

This is the place of Matsuki.

In this small hall near the back of Cining Palace, there is actually a group of special people living - the face of the Queen Mother, and Songyue is one of them.

Most of the faces are men with good skin, who have both specialties and likable personalities - it is not a bad place, after all, compared to the playthings of those Julou's sons and sons, being a woman, especially the face of a noble girl, is not so bad.

And the face of the Queen Mother, the work is more relaxed, Cining Palace has never lacked people, there is no need to do anything to worry about, and the Queen Mother is old, believes in Buddhism and Taoism, and generally does not say punishment, let alone walk on thin ice in everything, and live comfortably.

Compared with Cheng'en to sleep, the Queen Mother is more like simply appreciating beautiful things, on weekdays, she mostly chats about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Buddhist scriptures, gossip and so on, except that she can't get out of the gate of Cining Palace, they have lived more than 10 million people.

Matsutsuki's garden is different from the blooming flowers of the Imperial Garden, where there are only a few green orchids and scattered white in the greenery. There is a sandalwood pavilion in the center, and the breeze is coming slowly, and there are few insects approaching in the spring.

In the pavilion, a man dressed in moon-white clothes sits alone, matching the yellow and white of the green orchid, a different kind of harmony.

Li Chongxuan ran into the pavilion with his little short legs, breaking the man's realm of "unity of heaven and man", which made him can't help but put his eyes on the little boy in front of him, and even the osmanthus cake twisted in his hand was naturally put down.

Li Chongxuan struggled to put his feet up, propped his hands on the stone bench, and then lifted the fleshy little short legs up with great difficulty, trying to climb up the stone bench as high as his chest with all his might, his little face was full of seriousness and red fluttering.

Song Yue withdrew the hand that was going to pull it, and looked at Li Chongxuan's movements in front of her, with a smile in her eyes.