He found the small movement of the hanging pen, but he didn't break it, and only smiled at the teacup.

Recently, these people are afraid that they are in a bad mood, and they are quite cautious, and they are too worried to be careful, so they let people make this soothing tea.

But now, he doesn't have to rely on this tea to calm his nerves.

Xiao Shuyu closed his eyes, his eyebrows slowly expanded, and he was quietly recuperating on the chair, but his mind slowly jumped to the previous situation in the Senate's Mansion.

In the warm and fragrant pavilion, the young man in white supported his forehead on the stone table.

"Father, what do you think of the ninth brother?"

Yu Qian looked at him coldly, and finally opened his mouth without ups and downs, "His Royal Highness the Ninth is His Majesty's favored son. ”

It will only be His Majesty's favored son. He didn't say this, but Xiao Shuyu understood.

He is the crown prince, no matter how much the Nine Emperor brothers are loved by their father, let their father spend their hearts for him, but after all, he will only be the youngest son of his father, not the eldest son of Emperor Longqing, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Dalin. The father will plan for the ninth brother and will arrange for him, but under the condition of ensuring that he, the crown prince, will succeed to the throne smoothly, and will not let people cross him as the crown prince.

Thinking about it this way, he pushed himself too hard, but there were some grass and trees.

He also accepted the fact that Yu Qianfu would teach the Nine Emperor Princes.

The prince can accept it calmly, but there are still people who are secretly angry.

Deep in the palace, a high-haired beauty clenched her palms, her long pointed nails pinched into the flesh, and her face was fierce, "Your Majesty, did he plan for him so early!" Does he only have the flesh and blood of that slut in his eyes? Has he ever thought about the children of this palace?! ”

As he spoke, he swept all the things in his hand to the ground, and his head was full of pearls and emeralds that shook with a large movement, making the maids in the palace lower their heads one by one, wishing that their ears had fallen into the room.

Five days later, the sunny day was clear, on the throne of the main hall of the Qianqing Palace, Emperor Longqing slowly flipped through the folds in front of him, although he was nearly forty years old, he grew up in the nest of wealth, well maintained, and was taught by the martial artist since childhood, his body was strong, and he couldn't see wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, and he was only in his early thirties.

As soon as the last Zhu batch was placed on the fold, an attendant came in and passed the message, "Your Majesty, Yu Shen has received it." ”

Xiao Qingming bowed, "Xuan." ”

I heard a screaming voice, "Xuanjin Wuwei Left Army Staff Leader Yu Qianyu to meet you——"

Before long, Yu Qianfu, who had capable and high hair, walked into the hall in a crimson tiger mover robe, wearing a silver fish bag at his waist, and the black gold hair crown shone under the beam of light shining into the hall, adding more courage to the young man's cold eyebrows.

On weekdays, when the ministers stand together, Yu Qian's official position is ranked behind, but he has not seen such a conspicuous figure, at this time, he saw the figure of the young man standing in the light, even if he has read countless people, and has seen the young man who does not know how many young talents Emperor Longqing, he can't help but praise him. It's not that he doesn't have an outstanding son, and even he tried his best to stand out among a group of equally outstanding brothers, but there has never been a person like Yu Qianfu, who has the demeanor of his father at the age of fifteen, calm and calm, and has a faint momentum of commanding a thousand troops.

is the eldest son he is most satisfied with, several Confucians and ministers of the court and the central government have praised him, but he also knows in his heart that the eldest son is not stable enough, and he is not comprehensive and thoughtful enough, and his momentum is far less than the young man in front of him, although there is a difference of three years, but he believes that even three years later, Xiao Shuyu may not be better than today's Yu Qianfu. There is such an outstanding talent in his court, which naturally makes him feel comfortable as an emperor, and he is more satisfied when he looks at the young man in front of him.

"Minister, Yu Qianfu, see Your Majesty." In the blink of an eye, Yu Qianfu had already knelt on the ground and saluted.

He Lang smiled and asked him to get up, but he didn't ink, and said straight to the point, "Xiao Yu Aiqing is going to formally teach me that nine boys today, Aiqing is the leader of Jin Wuwei, and it is condescending to teach that little nine." ”

Yu Qian didn't dare to ask for sin, "His Royal Highness the Ninth is the dragon and phoenix among people, and Weichen is fortunate to be a respected teacher." ”

There was no expression on his face, and the emperor couldn't help but be happy, he had known King Rong for a long time, and the relationship was not ordinary, but he was curious how such a bold and free person could have a son who was silent and indifferent.

He continued, "In this case, why don't you let Xiao Jiu meet with you first, and do this apprenticeship." ”

Someone had already gone to find Xiao Shujin to come over, and the six-year-old boy was naughty, and this one was favored, and he was like a little bully in this palace, which made people frightened, which would be a little impatient outside the palace, so he broke in directly.

"Father, didn't you say that you found a powerful master for your son, why did you ask your son to wait outside the palace for so long?" As he spoke, he ran in with his calves, and went straight to the back of the dragon case, holding Emperor Longqing's knees and dangling.

The fairychild-like boy is dressed in purple clothes, with baby fat on his face, looking more and more pleasing, a tear mole in the corner of his eye is extremely eye-catching on the jade white face, and the peach blossom eyes that are the same as his biological mother Yu Imperial Concubine are not glamorous because of their immature facial features, but they also make their eyebrows and eyes more exquisite.

Behind him, the palace people who were hurriedly chasing him saw that they couldn't stop him, and knelt down tremblingly to ask for guilt.

The emperor only smiled and touched his son's head, and waved his hand to let the palace people retreat.

"You stinky boy, you can't wait for a while," although he scolded, there was not the slightest anger on his face, and he pointed at Yu Qian and said, "Your good martial arts master, aren't you here." ”

Only then did Xiao Shujin see that there was still a person standing in the hall, the crimson robe carried by Fang Gang's blood, but the person was as cold as cold iron, silent but full of edge.

For some reason, the Nine Emperor Princes, who were never afraid in front of the emperor on weekdays, trembled under Yu Qianfu's cold gaze.

Xiao Qingming was a little amused, and pushed his son's back, "This is the leader of the left army of Jin Wuwei, and he is also the son of your Uncle Rongwang, and he will teach you martial arts from today on." ”

Xiao Shujin walked up to Yu Qianfu with some hesitation, and looked up at this cold young man who was many taller than herself, "You, you are my master?" ”

"Back to Your Highness, it is the lower official." Yu Qian still opened his mouth without being salty.

But somehow it is the appetite of His Royal Highness, I only think that he can have momentum like this, and I heard that he is the son of King Rong, because of the relationship between his mother and concubine, Xiao Shujin has a lot of feelings with the British government, and most admires his grandfather who was a general, and even more famous and even more famous than his grandfather.

In the spring and autumn, seeing that the climate was getting warmer, a team of carriages and horses had already driven out of the capital and headed southwest.

In front of him, a young man riding a narrow sleeved robe embroidered with a stone pattern of light grass gray on a red horse, his hair was tied with a blue and gray ribbon, and a golden rainbow chasing the sun bow was on his back, which was Yu Qianfu who led the convoy south.

The first carriage at the back has no features other than its size, but if you look closely, you can see that the carriage was made of extremely valuable wood.

In the carriage sat the British Duke and the Nine Emperors.

The British Duke Yu Lu came from Shuzhong Yu's family, the old British Duke missed his homeland, and returned to his hometown in Shu a few years after the British Duke attacked the Lord, Yu Lu has been more than half a year old, the old British Duke is naturally also an ancient year, the military exploits were laid on the battlefield that year, and the twilight years were left full of pain, and last winter I caught a cold and gave birth to a disease, and my body bones could not hold on.

So the British public was full of grief to go back to his hometown to see his father for the last time, this time he was going to guard his father until the last moment, and then he had to keep three years of heavy filial piety, but the grandchildren did not have heavy filial piety, the son had just gained a foothold in the household, and it was a position where the wolf had more meat and less tigers, and he didn't know how many changes should be born in Shu for a year, so he decided to go back alone and let his son Yu Ji stay in Beijing.

The news of his father's imminent death also hit him hard, and recently he has become more and more emaciated, and Emperor Yu is not worried that his father will return to Shuzhong alone, just in time for Xiao Shujin to volunteer to accompany his grandfather out of Beijing.

The longest distance on the way to Shuzhong is in Yang County, and the master who taught his son martial arts is the son of King Rong, and this Yang County is the fief of King Rong, and having him by his side is also an extra layer of protection, so he asked the emperor for permission and asked Xiao Shujin to accompany Yu Qianfu to accompany the British Duke back to his hometown in Shu.

Although Xiao Qingming loves children, he is not doting, he is not the kind of person who is afraid that the child will be injured and puts a cage on him, he also wants to let him go out to see the world more while his son is still young, and the old British prince is also a loyal minister of the first emperor, letting Xiao Jiu go can also represent the dignity given by the royal family.

When he went, he was on a mission, so he didn't delay much in the territory of Yang County, and only handed a letter to King Rong and went all the way south.

Hurry up, stay in Shuzhong, it's been a month later, the old British Gong Jing has applied some medicine, and the spirit is not bad at this time, but everyone knows that such a scene, I'm afraid it means that it has been in the past few days.

The British Duke couldn't help but mourn, knelt in front of his old father's hospital bed and wept bitterly.

Xiao Shujin and Yu Qian stayed outside the door with interest, leaving the father and son to get along well, both of them have fathers, seeing this scene, it is inevitable to think of their father, Rao is indifferent like Yu Qianfu can't help but have a little red eyes.

Seeing that the two grandfathers still needed some time to slow down, the housekeeper of the old mansion first arranged for the Nine Emperors and the Prince Rong to go to the wing room to rest first.

After a long journey, the two of them were finally able to wash off the dust, each changed into a simple robe, and went to the old man's room.

At this time, the father and son have already collected their emotions, and the two children have expressed their father's respect for him to the old man, which makes the old man look a little more generous, as a general, who doesn't want to be an admired hero.

After a while of gossip, Yu Lucai raised his voice and ordered his subordinates to come in to make a meal, because the old man was so sick that it was already inconvenient to move, and he had been sitting directly on the bed to eat recently.

Usually there are servants waiting for him to eat, but this time Yu Lu said that he would not say anything, and he must feed his father with his own hands, and he fed him little by little, and his eyes began to be sour again.

The other two watched, but finally did not speak.

In this way, Lu Ri served in front of his father's bed, doing everything himself, just to fulfill this last filial piety.

Although he kept praying in his heart to let his father get better, the sky was not as good as he wished, and the spirit of the old man looked like it was getting worse day by day.

Sure enough, one day after dinner, the old man suddenly babbled and said a lot of words, everyone knew that it was the time of death, and they all had red eyes, and after the grandfather finished speaking, he was tired and wanted to go to bed, so he passed away peacefully in a dream.

That night, Yu Lu knelt down in front of the bed.

After the funeral, the British Duke stayed in the old house in Shuzhong to guard his filial piety, and asked the prince Yu Ji to inherit the British Prince.

When the saint heard the news of the death of the old British duke, he couldn't help but be silent, and allowed Yu Lu to ask the prince to inherit the heir's fold, and ordered the old British duke to be a loyal and brave duke, and personally gave a plaque.

Xiao Shujin and Yu Qianfu were also on the way back, and as soon as they arrived in Miancheng on the border between Shuzhong and Yangjun, they saw a person riding a high-headed horse inside the city gate, majestic, and Yu Qianfu's always cold eyes also had a trace of warmth.

It turned out that King Rong knew that they were going to return, so he arrived in this Miancheng to wait for them on the first day.

The sixteen-year-old boy had a calm and unhurried bearing, and the last time he saw him was when he worshiped the princess after this year, he came back the day before like the last time, and left after worshipping his mother on the second day, so that he couldn't help but scold the stinky boy for not loving his family.

This time, when they return and pass through Yang County, they must let him stay in the county for a while.

At this time, seeing people entering the city, Yu Huaiyin first saluted the Nine Emperor Princes, and then turned around and hammered Yu Qian's shoulder, and the pain counted his perennial crimes of not going to home.

Reflecting that this was King Rong, Xiao Shujin was extremely excited, and only felt that he had seen a hero who had been respected for a long time, and followed King Rong like an obsessed brother, gushing all kinds of childish questions.

King Rong only has a son, but he is rarely so close to him, and now there is such a kid, who is about the same age as his baby daughter, and he is also the same living treasure, and he can't help but like him a little.

After some excitement, King Rong took people to the arranged place.

Since it was already dusk, he decided to rest for the night after dinner, and then rush to Yucheng tomorrow.

After cleaning up the next day, the group rushed to Yucheng.

Xiao Shujin saw that King Rong and Yu Qianfu were sitting on horses along the way, which was extremely majestic, so he also wanted to ride a horse himself, and he also learned to ride and shoot with Qian this year, but because he was in a hurry, it was not easy to find one that matched his body, so he had to let Yu Qianfu ride with him.

When the two horses stepped into Yucheng, the window on the second floor of a restaurant was facing the street where the convoy had entered. The people in the window were staring at the boy sitting in front of Yu Qianfu.

Anger crossed his moist eyes, and the snack he was holding in his hand was also thrown on the ground and became sparse, only to see the man open his lips, I don't know what to say, so that the person behind him unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat.