If he could, he would rather not live in a magnificent palace and eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, he wanted to go back to the past, and eat coarse tea and light rice with his aunt, and wear leaky cloth clothes.

In the end, children who are only twelve years old, in their hearts, Aunt Ati is like their mother, and the queen's mother is just an outsider to them, living in an outsider's palace, with many rituals, no more free than with her aunt.

"Okay, okay, when we meet next time, will my aunt bring you the flatbread that my aunt baked? Obedient, you go back obediently, and by the way, find a way to see the shaman, my aunt is very worried about him. ”

Knowing Mingti's thoughts, Ati patiently comforted her that her dream of returning to her hometown could only be fulfilled by this child.

The shaman was confined, and although there were palace maids to take care of him at any time, Minti was still worried.

The younger brother was only seven years old, and he was very timid, and he usually slept next to him at night, and he was worried about whether the palace maids would be able to take care of his brother, and even more worried about whether the shaman would be able to complete the punishment.

There are nine books, countless words, the shaman is only seven years old, and he can't read a few big characters, so if he wants to write it alone, he has to write it until what year and month!

The queen didn't allow him to help the shaman openly, so he could sneak in and visit the shaman while helping him complete the task as soon as possible.

Following the palace guards to learn martial arts for a period of time, Mingti's martial arts have obviously improved a lot, not to mention that the eaves are so exaggerated, and he quietly hid behind the palace maid's sister, but he didn't find him.

With the 'stealth technique' he learned from the guards, Minti managed to sneak into the room without being able to see and hear, gently close the door, turn around and whisper into the room, "Shaman? Shaman? ”

As soon as the voice fell, I saw a chubby little figure running out from behind the light gray tent and threw herself into his arms.

"Brother Minti!"

After two days of confinement, the shaman had obviously lost a lot of weight, and Mingti felt the strength of crashing into his arms, and pulled the shaman away to look up and down, and saw that his chubby little face was indeed much thinner.

Mingti was distressed, took out a thick ball of oiled paper from his arms, uncovered the three layers of tightly wrapped paper inside and outside, and half of the roast duck with grease and fragrant smell appeared in front of him!

"Wow! Roast duck! ”

The shaman exclaimed, his round eyes almost falling in, and Minti looked at his greedy brother amusedly, and reached out to tear off a duck leg and handed it to him.

Turning his head, he saw two plates of delicious food on the round table, and there was still hot smoke, Mingti couldn't help but remember that he had just sneaked in, and the palace maid seemed to have a plate in her hand.

It seems that someone brought food to the shaman on time for three meals a day, and the dishes were very rich, and he was not abused because of the punishment, so why did the shaman lose so much weight?

"Humph! I don't eat the food given by the Queen's mother! ”

After inquiry, it was learned that the shaman was dissatisfied with the queen's punishment of him, and he was angry and did not eat the food sent by the palace maid.

Usually the shaman is greedy, the amount of food is larger than him, and he is dizzy when he doesn't eat a hungry meal, but think how angry he is, so he resists the temptation of food and goes on a hunger strike.

Knowing what happened, Mingti became more and more distressed, and while telling him to eat slowly, he picked up the teapot on the table and poured a full cup of tea and handed it to him.

"Eat slowly, this roast duck is all yours, be careful not to choke."

Fortunately, before he came, he remembered whether the shaman had enough to eat, and brought his favorite roast duck.

"Have you eaten enough? There are not enough meals on the table, all of which you usually like to eat, you can be angry with the queen, but you can't abuse your body, obey your brother's words, and eat obediently every meal, otherwise my aunt and I will worry about you. ”

For fear that he will not eat as soon as he leaves, he will starve his body in the long run, he is not by the shaman's side, and he can't take care of it at all times, in case something good happens, he can't imagine it!

So, before leaving, he had to convince the shaman to stop the hunger strike.

Usually the shaman listened to Minti and Ati, and when he heard him, he regretted that his reckless and radical actions had caused them to worry.

Putting down the roast duck in his hand, the shaman said with a guilty face: "I'm sorry Brother Mingti, I caused a big disaster and asked you to clean up the aftermath for me, and now you are worried about me, I am really ignorant!" ”

"Don't say that."

Mingti hurriedly interrupted his younger brother's self-blame, "The fault is not entirely yours, Chi Nuo has a large part of the responsibility, and the queen mother unilaterally determined that you were at fault without asking the reason for the matter, which is really unfair!" Because of us, my aunt is deeply implicated, today I went to visit her, her hands are red, there is a big frame of clothes waiting to be washed behind her, I see my aunt is tired, my heart hurts, for us, my aunt suffered, after many years of hard life, now we have grown up, to be sensible and considerate of my aunt, we have to fight for breath, hurry up to create a better life for her! ”

"Brother Minti, you're right, the shaman is not young, and he shouldn't keep causing trouble to worry you!" The shaman blamed himself very much: "It was the shaman who was ignorant, and my aunt was demoted back to the Huanyi Bureau!" From now on, the shaman will correct his mistakes and study carefully, and promise not to implicate you again! ”

After this incident, they gradually understand that now they are princes, they must follow the rules of the harem, and they can no longer come by their temperament, in the past, they were the bottom of the deep palace, dispensable, and their status was humble, and now, they have the title of noble prince, and they are bound by others in their words and deeds, if they do something wrong, they will no longer get a few words of scolding from their aunt, and it doesn't matter if they are punished, they will also implicate their relatives.

"Brother Mingti, I followed the instructions of the queen mother to copy the four books, but there are too many words on it I don't know, I copy and write, the writing is crooked and messy, do you think I can pass it? Will......... The queen was not satisfied with it, and asked me to rewrite it again? ”

The shaman was afraid that when the time came, the queen would check it and not like it, and if he was asked to rewrite it, he would definitely collapse and not be able to write.

The shaman is very frustrated, usually lazy and negligent in studying, many words on the four books can not be recognized and written, two full days, he wrote two articles, according to this progress, when can he go out?

"Don't worry, where did you write? Let me see. ”

Unfold the book, and the lines of crooked words come into view.

Asking him to copy down two full of Chinese characters is really bitter shaman, if you don't help him, I don't know when he will write.

Lifting the pen, he didn't need to look at the content of the Analects, he memorized it like a stream, and then the content written by the shaman continued to write, but the words he wrote were not as dashing as his movements, but a bit like the style of the shaman.

If the handwriting is too good-looking, wouldn't it be clear at a glance that it wasn't written by a shaman? Fortunately, he understands shamans, and it is not difficult to imitate messy handwriting.

"Brother Mingti, I'll copy it with you!"

One large and one small sat opposite each other in front of the desk, holding the pen and writing hard, with the help of Mingti, the spirit was supported, the shaman was much faster, and he no longer wrote a few words and cried and was tired.

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