The world is peaceful and the weather is smooth. They all admire the national teachers and common people on the high towers in the palace, and their respect is even higher than that of the royal family. However, following the natural disasters and man-made disasters a few years ago, the state teacher was able to turn the tide, and the fatuous monarch who was already addicted to wine and sex was willing to let himself be a monarch in name only.
What's more, the national teacher promised that he would become the emperor with one son, and sit in this country. Why not do such things that he can maintain his imperial power without consuming energy
In the Zhaonian year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the emperor was delighted to have a prince, and the national teacher accepted him as a disciple, named Zhou Junyan. In addition, Xu Haoran, the young son of the general's mansion, came under the door and became the second disciple.
However, the eldest disciple of the national teacher only listens to rumors, and the outside world has never heard of it.
For the two Doudings in front of him, Chu Zeyao looked extremely bad. Thinking of his master's instructions, he threw down an introductory martial arts book and let out a cold snort, and went away to be at ease.
Zhou Junyan didn't take a step forward until he could no longer see the back of the other party, and stuck out his tongue: "Brother Haoran, senior brother is so fierce."
The young boy had a steady face, but he still had fear. He took a step back and bent his body slightly to prevent himself from being taller than the person in front of him: "Your Highness, you are the prince, and you should not be called a brother."
Zhou Junyan curled his lips disapprovingly, and reached out to hold Xu Haoran's hand, pretending to be brutal: "Look, my highness is holding your hand now, if you commit a crime next time, do you have to chop off your own hand?" Apologize?"
Glancing at Zhou Junyan, Xu Haoran was a little dazed, wanted to withdraw his hand but was afraid of hurting him too much. Hearing what the other party said, a trace of grievance appeared on his face: "Your Highness, it was obviously you who held the minister first."
"That's right, because my Highness likes you." The childish smile pierced people's heart, and the young man was like a shining little sun, swaying his warmth without hesitation: "My Highness's favorite is Brother Haoran the most. Now, there is no outsider in the tower, so you don't need to be divided into monarchs and ministers; you are my senior brother in the tower."
Obviously, your highness, your favorite is the master...
The boy's heart was slightly sour, as if he had been soaked in a jar of sour fruit, but he knew it shouldn't be. The little highness can be whoever he likes, not to mention, the master is so good-looking and powerful, who doesn't like such a person
The little highness often told himself that he liked it, but when the master appeared, the young man's bright eyes stared straight at him and he couldn't look down on others anymore. Xu Haoran thought, maybe the little Highness is lonely, so he thinks of himself.
The duty of a monarch and minister should make him recognize himself, but whenever he looks into the eyes of his little highness, or expresses intimacy to others, he feels very unhappy. But at this time, the little Highness always sensed that he was inappropriate, and held his hand affectionately, thinking of ways to make himself happy.
The originally depressed mood was suddenly warmed up by such a gentle little Highness.
Xu Haoran also once asked his little highness why he was so kind to him. The Xu family has always been the most loyal ministers of the emperor. To put it bluntly, they are lackeys. Even if he is not kind to him, His Royal Highness who is destined to be the future monarch will also get his loyalty.
At this time, the little Highness would always smile and say to himself: "Of course it's because my Highness likes Brother Haoran."
But after hearing a lot, Xu Haoran felt that the liking His Highness said didn't seem to be that important to His Highness himself.
His Highness has many people he likes, he likes the master, the emperor, the empress, and many people who treat him well. And he is just his loyal lackey in the future.
Maybe looking at him pitifully? Just thinking of giving him a little liking
Until the emperor found evidence of Xu's treason and collusion with the enemy, he ransacked the house under pretext. At that time, he should have been beheaded too. He knelt down as a prisoner, and it was the little highness who stood in front of him to fight against the emperor. The court heard only the other party's still immature voice, but there was no sign of retreating: "Yu Qing, Xu Haoran and my son have been brothers and sisters for more than ten years."
"Yu Li, Xu Haoran has been by my son's side every day, and the loyalty taught by the master of the state has long been engraved in his bones. Xu's treason and collusion have nothing to do with him. Why doesn't the father pardon the other party? To show the greatness of the emperor."
"My son is willing to guarantee with his life. Xu Haoran is only loyal to the royal bloodline all his life. He is even willing to pledge the crown prince's honor. If he has second thoughts, he must be killed first."
The emperor was persuaded and moved, and with the blessing of being a disciple of the national teacher, in the end he just took back all the titles he owned, and did not enjoy the aura of a child of any aristocratic family.
Afterwards, Xu Haoran asked Zhou Junyan, obviously he was terrified of the elder brother on weekdays, why was he still willing to stand in front of him and bear the wrath of the emperor? The young man looked terrified, but gently applied medicine to his wound with his fingertips: "Afraid, but I used to hide behind Brother Haoran, if I failed to save Brother Haoran at that time, in the future I will I really can only face those things directly, and no one will share them for me.”
"What's more, I also want to protect Brother Haoran for a while."
Xu Haoran looked at His Highness's whirling, and found that what the other party said in the court was wrong. He might not be the most loyal courtier of the royal family in the future. He would only follow his Little Highness, the only emperor in his heart, and only Your Highness.
From now on, he is just the best minister of His Highness.
"Does your Highness like the minister?"
Zhou Junyan pondered for a while, then smiled: "Naturally, because apart from my father, queen and queen, brother Haoran is the best person to me."
Yeah? But why, the person you like the most is still Master.
A big hand called jealousy tightly squeezed Xu Haoran's heart, and he even hated Master a little. He knew that this was wrong, but he was still jealous of the master, and those who were deeply loved by His Highness.
Because, he only has the little Highness left.
That day, Xu Haoran knelt down in front of Zhou Junyan on one knee, looking at this young man with a tender but still unstoppable handsome appearance, he lowered his head slightly, and it was the only time in his memory that he willingly bowed his head: "My minister Xu Haoran swears hereby that he will be loyal to His Highness for the rest of his life, if he violates it, he will not die well."
"Your Highness, I will be your sharpest blade, cutting off all the thorns on the road for you."
The little His Royal Highness that day was really pretty, with a smile on his face, he raised his chin slightly, and that little look of contempt really made him fall in love with him.
"His Royal Highness agrees."
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