After hearing about the new punishment, King Yi, who came to accept the crime, was so moved that he almost shed tears on the spot.
The subordinate officials dutifully stopped him in front of him, and the people in the room obviously did not intend to come out again. Lu Deng stood at the door for a while, and finally gave up the idea of asking if he could change the copywriting back to caning. He dutifully waved his sleeves, and walked away with a cold snort.
The arrogant young prince was aggressive, his steps were big and fast, and his robes were windy. If you don't look carefully, I'm afraid you can't really see that the left leg is slightly lame.
Taking her eyes back from the back, Gu Ai groaned in the room, and slammed down the curtains.
The subordinate officer went out to talk, but he was walking behind the curtain and sneaking. If it were spread out, the reputation of this powerful official as a cruel official would probably be unnecessary.
The documents have been piled up on the ground, and the things to be busy have already piled up into a mountain. Gu Ai calmed down, went back to the table and sat down, letting all her thoughts fall on official business, and writing down the corrections one by one.
After Lu Deng left the Guozijian, he was carefully invited into the carriage by the servants of the palace.
The injury on his body will never be minor, the left shoulder hurts the bone, the waist is stretched again, there are countless bruises, and the elbows and knees have no good place to fall.
After all, he fell from a horse in the street. If he hadn't reacted quickly at that time, either the little baby would have been seriously injured or died, or he would have broken his waist and broken his leg. Now that his injury is like this, the old doctors in the Tai Hospital have been called incessantly. I got lucky.
The system is distressed and garbled, and when he picks up the data stream, he has to fight with the protagonist's system. Lu Deng patiently comforted him for a long time, watching the full screen full of tears, he still took the painkiller he never wanted to touch.
He wasn't actually afraid of pain.
The pain is indeed not pleasant, but after all, it can make people feel that they are truly alive. The current body cannot immediately adjust to his own data. Although he is in a relatively safe environment, he is still instinctively uneasy until he is completely familiar with the control of his body.
Not to mention the use of analgesics, which also interferes with the shield's involuntary sense of movement.
He hadn't been able to see the other side until now, Lu Deng lowered his head and slowly stroked the wooden sign, remembering the punishment that had just been changed, he couldn't help but have a headache again, and sighed very lightly.
If it is to do the question, the system can help a little bit - but copying the book can only be done by yourself.
Lu Deng took a fluke and typed the system in his mind: "My character design...is it a kind of self-willed person who doesn't do homework?"
system:. . °°(≧□≦)°°. .
Lu Deng: …
This is probably what it means to not write.
Thinking about it too, when the late emperor was alive, he almost gave Gu Ai the highest privilege under one person, and even the prince was punished for breaking the law. Now that the new emperor has been on the throne for only two years, Gu Ai's authority has not been shaken, and he is still the mainstay of the entire court.
Everyone is afraid of this iron-faced powerful official, and Lu Chengru is no exception. He is just a domineering and domineering temperament, not a arrogant temperament to seek death. It is probably a very happy thing to be able to copy books in exchange for beatings.
After all, it was a ten-day ban, and there was nothing to do at home. It just so happened that the ancient world didn’t have many assignments recently. I hadn’t practiced calligraphy for a long time, so I thought I was practicing calligraphy at home.
Lu Deng reluctantly comforted himself, touched the writing on the wooden sign, and put the wooden sign close to him.
These signs were written according to the code written by Gu Ai, and carpenters from all over the city were asked to engrave them word by word.
It's just a trial now. I heard that when the law is finalized, it will be engraved with iron plates. Even if the princes and nobles get this brand, they can only bow their heads honestly.
Sounds great.
Lu Deng was fascinated, and the corners of his lips could not help but twitch, and he quietly raised the car curtain and looked out.
For fear of bumping the little prince who was badly injured, the carriage walked slowly and leisurely. Outside the curtain is the immutable red palace wall, shaking people's eyes.
The current Lu Chengru has not yet reached the crown and cannot leave the palace to open the mansion. The so-called Yiwang mansion is in a remote corner of the palace, a place where no one can get in the way.
Lu Chengru had always thought it was deserted and unwilling to go back, and was hanging out with those scumbags outside the palace every day. But at night, he was still intimidated by Gu Ai's rule that the royal family before the crown was not allowed to live out, so he had to accept his fate and live in the deserted palace.
It was getting late, and the carriage swayed across most of the Miyagi.
After passing the bustling and noisy Zichen Hall, and passing the solemn and majestic Yanyi Pavilion, the carriage made a turn outside the huge imperial garden, exiting Linhuamen in no hurry, and finally stopped outside a deserted courtyard in the backyard. Down.
Lu Deng was helped out of the car and looked up at the palace where he was currently living.
Although the location was remote, the late emperor did not treat the younger brother harshly. The palace is like a water-carved building. In the end, the backyard is empty and the place is frighteningly large. The yard is empty with wind lanterns hanging on it. The lights are lit in a few places, and the rest are off, and everything is pitch black. invisible.
It is only to serve a young prince who has not yet reached the crown, and he has no family and no room. According to the new law, it is not allowed to use more than 50 servants. Fifty people are naturally more than enough to serve one, but fifty people will make a huge palace courtyard. Filled, it's too bad.
The empty palace, which is far larger than the entire manor of the later generations, fell in front of him, and everyone dispersed, the night fell, it was dark and foggy, and there was hardly much popularity.
Lu Deng took a half step back cautiously, vaguely thinking of arrogantly grabbing a horse, rushing away the patrolling guards recklessly, and then running over the wall domineeringly.
"Host, I've cleaned up the inside, it's not uncomfortable to live in!"
The system hurriedly made a sound, listed the map of the mansion for him, and introduced it to him in detail: "The host's bedroom is over there, and the study is next to it, and the people who serve mainly let them walk around, and they can't see it when they go in. It's scary. The kitchen is not on fire, and the imperial kitchen will send a copy... The host is the royal uncle's share, and there are so many delicious food!"
"Thank you... that sounds better."
Lu Deng was dumbfounded and thanked it warmly. I suddenly remembered that I forgot to lose my temper when I was helped down. I hurriedly checked it, but found that the evaluation score was still not deducted: "Is this not considered OOC?"
"The host is injured now, not feeling well, and it's normal to lose his temper."
The system flipped through the backstage and read the scoring criteria to him: "As long as the performance can be logically made sense, it is not considered OOC - don't worry, the host, if it is really illogical, it will give a warning in advance, and it will not be unreasonable. Points will be deducted if you pay attention.”
Hearing its assurance, Lu Deng also felt a little relieved, and was greeted by the servant holding his breath to help him carefully, so he didn't push it away, but was helped back to the bedroom with a stern face.
In this palace, Lu Chengru was almost a complete outsider.
The power struggle can't touch him, and it has nothing to do with him. No matter the princes who are intriguing to seize power, or the concubines who are surging all day in the harem, they will completely ignore him in a tacit understanding. If it wasn't for the occasional New Year's Eve to meet at the royal family banquet, I'm afraid I would have forgotten the existence of such a person.
The servants who came to serve also knew in their hearts that it was nothing more than a routine servant, and it was easier to serve a little prince than a concubine. Although there is no benefit to taking other things, they will not lose their lives because of being involved in some trouble.
So no one really cares about him.
Whether it was Lu Chengru recklessly running horses on the street, or he had to go to the Guozijian to receive the punishment in person, or now he was obviously injured and wanted to take care of him, but his face was dark and he didn’t want to eat or serve, and those servants didn’t care either. I will ask one more question, but I did my duty to make the little prince happy, and left the bedroom without saying a word.
There was no one around who would come to serve him anytime, Lu Deng finally let out a sigh of relief, and fell headfirst on the soft big bed that the system had specially changed.
The bedroom has been remodeled by the system, and special effects of camouflage have been specially added. It still looks like a hard carved wooden bed and a smoky charcoal pot. It is still as comfortable as a modern air-conditioned room. thing.
Lu Deng quietly bought two sets of out-of-print skins for the system. After lying on the bed for a while, feeling better, he got up and went to the study.
The world entered suddenly this time, and until now he has not successfully solved the slight discomfort caused by crossing the world. The exhaustion that goes with him and the physical state that he has not fully adapted to are the most urgent problems to be dealt with. He really has no appetite to eat now, and just wants to fall back and have a good sleep.
Homework still has to be written.
Gu Ai actually didn't say when the penalty letter should be handed in. If he really took advantage of the loophole, he would also write it in ten days and ten years. Such a low-level loophole should not appear in the person who has always been ruthless and meticulous in law enforcement.
It showed that Gu Ai at least really believed that he would do his homework well.
The lover doesn't remember anything, and even such an imperceptible trust is sweet in the heart. Lu Deng pursed the corners of his lips, remembering that "the lord said that he will come to check soon" from the official, his heart warmed a little, he picked up a pen, and slowly began to polish the ink with one hand.
If Gu Ai came to check one day, he would have to show him that he had done his homework well...
The nib of the pen was dipped in thick ink, and Junxiu's handwriting fell on the paper one by one.
Lu Deng had an injury on his waist, so he could only sit and write. The handwriting was somewhat affected, but he still tried his best to write neatly. After writing a few pages in a row, I finally couldn't help rubbing my eyes under the oil lamp and yawning lightly.
The tiredness that doubles every time I do homework will not change with the change of the dynasty.
The oil lamps in the Guozijian also clapped their hands.
After the documents were approved and dressed, the food was carefully brought in and placed on the short table where most of the clearing was done. Gu Ai didn't look up, and asked casually, "What time is it?"
"My lord, it's 5th hour."
The subordinate officials arranged the meal for him, responded respectfully, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, "The matter you asked subordinates to investigate..."
Gu Ai raised her head in the sound, her eyes flashed slightly: "Tell me."
"Yes."
The official got up and said with due diligence: "Today, several courtiers and sons are teasing King Yi to ride the horse, and the leader is the young master of the household minister, as well as several sons of aristocratic families—"
He hesitated as he spoke, but he still dared not hide it, and continued to tell the truth: "My subordinates asked passersby at the time and said that it was not an accident that King Yi fell from the horse, but the horse in front scared passersby and lost their children. And finally, in order not to hurt the young child, I reined in the horse. Because the incident was too urgent, I accidentally fell off the horse."
King Yi Sulai had a bad reputation, and was rumored to be domineering and reckless in Beijing, and his subordinate officials did not believe that he could do such a thing. But he didn't dare to hide what the passers-by and common people said, so he had to report it truthfully.
Gu Aifeng frowned slowly and put the chopsticks aside.
"Even so, the adults are not wrongly punished - it is a fact that King Yi is riding a horse in the street, and he should be punished, as long as the rest is punished again!"
Seeing the results of the reform with his own eyes over the years, his officials admired him so much that he couldn't help but straighten up and said, "King Yi's conscience has not been wiped out when he reined in his horse, but merits and demerits cannot be equalized. Other…”
"Reward what?"
Gu Ai raised her eyes and spoke lightly.
Gu Ai didn't say anything more to him, just got up and walked out of the case, walked to the door, and pulled the curtain aside.
Punishment is of course not wrong.
Riding a horse in the street should have been punished in the first place, and the law was inexorable, and he didn't think what he did at the time was wrong—but that wasn't what he thought.
The young man was so angry that he was challenged by several children of aristocratic families, but he would rather fall off the horse because he did not want to hurt the young boy who fell on the road. He was supposed to be a good kid, but no one was going to tell him that.
No one will stand up for him to argue with himself, no one will patiently tell him what is wrong and what is right, no one will touch his head and tell him that it is wrong to ride a horse in the street, but it can be stopped in time. The horse didn't hurt anyone, he was a good boy with a good heart.
He had already walked to the door at that time, why didn't he go out and ask himself, what happened at that time
Gu Ai looked down, pondered for a while, turned around and picked up a paperweight on the table, slowly weighed it in her hand, and put it into her sleeve: "Prepare the car."
The subordinate officials didn't dare to talk any more, so they got up and went out to prepare, and then heard Gu Ai's solemn voice: "The rest of the horse riders will also find out their identities, send the signs and ask them to go to the punishment department to receive the punishment, and the leader Add ten sticks."
"Yes!"
The officer's eyes lit up, and he ran out to prepare.
Gu Ai stood in the room for a while, and then felt that the paperweight was inappropriate, so she took it out and set it aside. After walking around the house, he picked out a copy of the book he had copied and put it back together, straightened his clothes, got up and walked out.
The Yi Wang Mansion, which was accustomed to the desolation, suddenly had an unprecedented guest today.
The servants were not ready to entertain the guests, they hurriedly went back and forth to find the general manager, bowed respectfully and greeted Gu Ai into the house, and then went to report to the lord.
In the hall were meals that had long been cold, and there was a lot of food in the palace, obviously not a single chopstick was moved. Gu Ai frowned and stopped: "Is there no food for your lord?"
The manager hurriedly stopped and leaned over respectfully: "Hui Xiangye, Wangye he-he said that he is not feeling well today and doesn't want to eat..."
Gu Ai's brows furrowed even tighter, and her voice couldn't help but sank: "You won't give him food?"
In the past, it was always like this, and nothing happened. The manager's heart skipped a beat, and he made two cowardly sounds, leaning over and not daring to speak again.
"How is he injured, has he been given medicine, and has the medicine boiled down in the imperial hospital? Can you go check it out? If you don't eat this meal, what if you are hungry at night? Therefore, the body is injured, and the injury adds to the disease, so what should I do?"
An inexplicable anger was surging from his chest, Gu Ai frowned, and his voice became more severe. The depressing scene he saw along the way made his heart tighten, and he felt that he couldn't sit down no matter what: "Forget it, you don't have to tell me, I Just go to see the lord."
The servants in the room were so frightened that they complied, but Gu Ai had no psychological understanding, and followed the direction of the general manager to the bedroom.
The door was closed silently, but candles could still be seen in the study.
Gu Ai's heart moved lightly, and she tapped the door twice with her fingers. Seeing no response, she slowly pushed it open.
The figure was indeed at the table.
The pen in his hand had already fallen to the ground, and there were distinct ink marks on the paper between his sleeves. The young prince fell asleep on the table, and in the daytime, the vague hostility softened and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a clear, clean and innocent. Such as thrush's eyes are soft and warm, the candle light dances lightly, casting a thin and thin shadow on the wall.
Gu Ai's footsteps gradually slowed down, but her heartbeat was inexplicably faster.
Over the years, he has always put his mind and heart on reforming the law, only knowing that the law is inexorable, and he is determined to turn the aspirations he has learned into reality. He would rather throw his life in his life, and never have any weakness or hesitation because of the judgment and punishment he once handed down.
Same this time.
He didn't hesitate because of his decision, and he didn't regret it—law enforcement cannot tolerate personal feelings.
He just...
Gu Ai frowned anxiously, raising her hand to press her forehead. In the end, he couldn't help but let go, guessed carefully avoiding the injured position, and picked up the little prince who was lying on the table.
It's just when he doesn't have to assume the identity of a law enforcer and take away the burdens of the short-lived mind...
Lu Chengru fell into a deep sleep, and he didn't wake up after being tossed by him. He just seemed to feel cold, and instinctively curled up in his arms, coughing twice.
Gu Aili took off her robe neatly.
Before he could react, he had wrapped the man tightly with his robe and placed it lightly on the warm couch beside him.
Apparently, he couldn't help falling asleep while he was writing, Lu Chengru was resting on his arm, his face flushed red, the brush rolled down and rubbed the ink all over his body, and some ink was stained on his white face.
Gu Ai couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth and lay down flat against him, but she didn't know how to take care of her next. Wanting to wipe his face for him, and wanting to see his injury, he turned around anxiously by the couch for half a circle, but suddenly felt at a loss.
At the critical juncture when the first assistant took the cuff to dip the tea, leaned over the bench and wiped his cheek, Lu Deng, who was in deep sleep, finally woke up in time from the mechanical sound of the system.
He has always been vigilant, but this time he didn't have his lover by his side. He was startled by the coolness on his face, and opened his eyes suddenly.
Gu Ai: "..."
The first assistant of the dynasty felt that he could explain it.
I don't know if it was really cold, but even if the little prince woke up, he still held his robe tightly and didn't let go. Wu Liuliu's eyes widened and he stared at him vigilantly.
"Master Xiang! The lord is not in the bedroom, Xu is running out to play, you wait, we will go to find—"
The prince didn't find it, and the manager who was so disgraced by training could only bite the bullet and catch up. After seeing the situation in the house, the voice stopped abruptly, standing at the door at a loss, not daring to make a sound.
Gu Ai stood in the room, silent for a moment, the inexplicable tumult in his chest gradually calmed down, and put the book in his sleeve on the table.
"King Yi should read more when he is on the ground..."
Lu Chengru stared at him in a daze, his eyes gleaming with brilliance, but when he looked closely, it was as quiet as a deep pool.
Gu Ai had never been friendly to anyone, so she didn't know how to talk to him at this time.
The young prince who wanted to speak softly, encouraged and comforted, but was afraid that he would wake up after being startled. He wanted to warn him not to act recklessly in the future, but no matter how he spoke, he felt it was too harsh.
In a dilemma, the first assistant of the dynasty, who didn't wear a robe, instinctively chose the most familiar state, the momentum all over his body went down again, he turned around and went out the door, and the voice of the general manager was also dignified and cold.
"Go back and serve your prince meticulously. He still owes fifteen canes to be sentenced - if the execution is delayed due to serious injury, be careful to ask you guys!"