"What's your name? My name is Mo Feng. I am ten years old this year. Before asking someone's name, I should declare my family. I know the rules."
"... Liu Yusheng, sixteen years old." Liu Yusheng felt dumbfounded. Why did this half-year-old come here
"Oh," the boy nodded, "A few years older than me, I should call you Sister Liu, no, I have to call you Aunt Liu."
If he dared to call her sister, the emperor's uncle might attack him, wouldn't it be the younger generation
"..." Liu Yusheng confirmed that she didn't want to chat with this little kid.
Why is she an aunt
"Where is your home? My home is here, but my parents are dead. I usually live alone."
"Who are there in your family? How are they treating you? There is no one in my house, and there is only one uncle left. He doesn't care about me very much."
"Do you have any brothers or sisters? Will they take you to play? If not, you will be lonely. Like me, no one has ever played with me."
Every time a teenager asks a question, he will automatically give his current situation on the question, probably to firmly abide by his so-called "rules."
At first Liu Yusheng just sat there, listening to the young man lying on the window sill talking about stand-up comedy, but after listening to it, he felt a little pity for him.
He seems to be very talkative, because usually, no one talks to him.
And he was able to walk into the guest yard without being blocked, I think he was the one from this yard.
"Why don't you answer me? It's very impolite, don't you know? I took out all of my money to you, how could you do this!" The boy frowned, annoyed.
Liu Yusheng poured two glasses of water, walked to the window sill, handed one to the boy, and drank one by himself.
"After talking for so long, you're thirsty, here, first drink some water to moisturize your throat."
"..." The young man took the glass and drank it, his throat is indeed much more comfortable.
"Want to know about my house?" Leaning on the window sill and looking at the boy across the window, Liu Yusheng smiled. "That's a lot to say. I guess I can't finish it for three days and three nights. Are you sure you want to listen?"
"Of course! You say, I'm listening."
"Okay, then I'll start talking. Have you heard of Xinghua Village? A very beautiful place, where the people are very nice, hardworking and simple, kind-hearted, there is a wine shop, the apricot flower fruit wine produced is very famous... "
The girl's voice is very clear, her speech is not fast or slow, with a soft tail tone, it makes people feel comfortable in her ears.
The teenager was fascinated by it.
In the next night in the guest house, the young girl’s calm and gentle tone, as well as the exclamation of the young girl from time to time, were full.
"Hua! Your grandfather goes to climb trees to pick fruit when he is so old?"
"Tsk tusk, your grandma is too powerful, how can you always beat people with a broom!"
"Why is your father so stupid, can't you hug you by throwing farm tools to your second uncle!"
"The same is true for your second uncle. A fight can still be used by people. Let me tell you, I will be able to knock down three strong men at once when I am eight years old!"
Wei Zi felt that he didn't come at the right time. The story was enthusiastically told. The young man was already listening to the scene, and he wanted to be there to give some advice.
But if he doesn't go in and call someone, he will probably not finish the story until it gets dark.
At that time, the face of the Lord could be darker than the sky.
"Little master, it's time to go back." It's time to take medicine.
The young man became stiff, and he clearly understood where Wei Zi appeared, and he was afraid that the emperor's uncle would have known him here.
Reluctantly stood up straight, walked towards Wei Zi and turned back and said, "Auntie Liu, the story is not finished yet, please make a mark and tell it tomorrow!"
Aunt Liu's calm face twitched, "Aunt Minger is not free. I want to join the Chamber of Commerce. I will tell you when I have time."
The one who came to call people, she recognized, was the entourage who followed Feng Qingbai, then this young man was the same as Feng Qingbai.
After the two of them left at the gate of the courtyard, Liu Yusheng slowly thought about it.
Along with Feng Qingbai, a ten-year-old boy, Mo Feng, his parents are dead, and he lives alone with only one uncle.
… Feng Mohan.
She told a story to the current little emperor for an afternoon.
Liu Yusheng beat the window with his forehead, I'm going!
In the inner courtyard, the young man returned to the study and drank the medicine obediently, then sat opposite Feng Qingbai, waiting for him to give instructions, very consciously.
He sneaked out by himself, because the emperor's uncle was particularly harsh on him, it was impossible to go unpunished.
But waiting left and right, the man sitting opposite him only quietly flipped through the scroll in his hand, and didn't even mean to speak at all.
What does this mean
Let him go
Biting the corner of his lower lip, the boy cautiously probed, "Uncle Emperor, I went to the guest house for a stroll next night, and I saw an aunt named Liu Yusheng..."
After saying the words Aunt and Aunt, the young master condensed the man's expression specially, trying to detect his emotions.
Turning the page, silent, silent, expressionless.
I don't know if I listened.
But at least he didn't tell him to shut up and didn't punish him.
The teenager was a little bolder, "Aunt Liu chatted with me and told me a lot about her family. She said her family was in Xinghua Village, a very beautiful village..."
In order to survive, the boy almost copied what the woman had said every word, without even missing a pause.
After speaking, his mouth became dry, and he poured a glass of water to moisturize his throat, and the man spoke.
The voice was light and faint, without ups and downs, "Go back to the room and copy Liu Yan Yuan Wenren from the Analects of Confucius a hundred times, and hand it in tomorrow."
"..."
The man raised his eyes, "Now."
The young boy put down the water glass that had been brought to his mouth, and flew back to the house as if he had escaped. He didn't dare to drink a sip of water secretly.
Standing outside the door, Wei Zi kept his eyes on his nose and mind without squinting.
Before he went to the guest house to call for people, Wei Bai once came to report, "Ms. Liu was resting when the emperor passed by. The emperor looked at the window for a long time, and she didn’t say anything very beautiful. After that, Miss Liu woke up and poured the emperor a cup. water… "
The emperor was punished, he didn't feel surprised at all, he couldn't escape.
In the bedroom, the young man who opened the Analects of Confucius, when he saw Yan Yuan Wenren, finally knew why he was still punished.
-Zi said: Do not see, hear, speak, or move.
…
The emperor definitely has something to do with Aunt Liu! If he guessed wrong, he immediately surrendered the throne!
I copied it until dark with resentment, and my wrist was about to be broken. The boy counted and wrote it more than forty times. He really has to finish writing a hundred times before he can go to bed in the middle of the night, which is still when he doesn't eat, take a bath, or go to the toilet.
Putting down the wolf pen, the boy gritted his teeth, and his desire to survive made him make a decision.
Knocking, knocking, the study door was knocked gently.
"Enter."
I walked to the desk lightly and looked at the man who was annotating the copy. The boy said, "Uncle Emperor, Aunt Liu is going to join the Chamber of Commerce tomorrow. I have not seen it before. I want Aunt Liu to take me to see it. Okay. no?"