The hall fell silent for a while.
Gu Ai has always been a stern person, and has a reputation for being mean and unkind in the court, and no one dares to touch his bad head. It is rare to see him talking to Yan Yuese with others, but the little prince is still unreasonably making trouble, and many people watch it as chills, for fear that this chief minister will lose his temper and cause others to suffer.
Lu Chengru's movements were fast, and no one could see what he threw, only to see a cluster of soft red fluttering down, but no one dared to take a closer look. Everyone just ducked to the side, but they actually vacated an open space beside Lu Chengru.
The young prince stood alone, the inkstone on the table had been knocked over during the fight, the paper and pen were in a mess, and the originally thin figure became thinner and thinner.
Gu Ai's mind was not on the jade pendant, but he was afraid that he had just moved too much and stretched the wound. He stood on the spot and stopped walking. He reached out his hand to him, and still said in a friendly voice: "I will send the prince to see the injury first, and the other things will come later. Besides..."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Chengru had already shoved the person away, swept up to the window edge, swayed, ran into the garden outside the window and disappeared.
"Gu, Master Gu, don't worry about it, King Yi has a paranoid temperament, and sometimes his temper comes up, and he never listens to people's persuasion like this..."
The old teacher stepped forward tremblingly, trying to smooth things out, trying to get Gu Ai's attention back from Lu Chengru, and asked him to go forward and continue the lecture.
However, Gu Ai only turned her sleeves up, lowered her eyes, and said lightly, "To persuade him? To persuade him that he shouldn't care about a group of inferior juniors, he deserves to be bullied and ridiculed, anyway, no one will support him if he is bullied? "
His tone was flat, but it was inexplicably heart-pounding.
The old teacher was so frightened that he leaned over and said he didn't dare, but Gu Ai ignored him and walked out of the door quickly.
"grown ups!"
The old teacher didn't know where he was going, so he quickly chased after him, but Gu Ai just stopped the person with one hand: "Mr. Liang's teaching is good, so let's continue teaching.
This grandfather holding the emperor's last edict had a detached status in the court. Even if the documents to impeach him had piled up in the emperor's place, he didn't see the slightest shake, not to mention that he was only responsible for the ordinary teaching of the schoolwork.
With a run on his gun and stick, the old teacher has been scared half of his life. Seeing his back as he walked farther and farther, he returned to the classroom in a daze.
Gu Ai hurriedly walked around the garden.
It's just New Year's, and the weather is cold. Lu Chengru was wearing thin clothes and had injuries on his body. If he ran out like this, he might have suffered a cold.
The garden was originally built for the teenagers to play, and the road was deliberately built so that it twists and turns around the corridor. At this time, the weather has not turned warm and the scenery is not complete, but it only makes people feel like a depression and an empty labyrinth.
Gu Ai was in a hurry, and she was afraid that she would startle him even more if she called out loudly.
The chubby winter sparrow hopped between the branches, looking curiously at the powerful man in Chinese clothes and brocade belt, who struggled to poke away the branches and stretched his neck to explore, flapping his wings and throwing himself into the desolate sky.
Gu Ai raised her head and saw the shadow on the highest rockery.
"My lord!"
The young man, who had just fallen and was injured, gritted his teeth and climbed up the rockery, swaying, afraid that he would fall again if he stepped on the air. Gu Ai's heart was tense, she hurriedly waved her sleeves and pushed aside the branches, and quickly walked over to open her mouth, but instinctively kept silent.
When he was talking just now, he made the little prince angry again.
He has been strict for too long, and he is preaching when he opens his mouth, and he doesn't know how to comfort people. Right now, Lu Chengru was on the rockery, if he became popular again, he would not know where to look.
Beneath the rockery is a spring of living water, which is now half-hard frozen, and I am afraid that if I step on it, it will fall into the ice water. The pebble path was still walkable, but it was also covered with a thin layer of frost, and it would undoubtedly feel good to slip down with one foot.
Gu Ai didn't dare to disturb him, so she stepped on the stone carefully, stood with difficulty on the rockery, and breathed a sigh of relief with sweat on her forehead.
Lu Chengru leaned on the rockery, staring at him blankly with red eyes, but the coldness and sternness of that time was gone.
He wasn't a bad-tempered kid at all.
Gu Ai raised her sleeves to wipe the sweat, stretched out her hand upwards, and tried her best to say softly, "Your Highness is obedient, come down, it's dangerous above—"
He was only halfway through his words, but his eyes suddenly fell on the book that the young prince was holding firmly in his hands.
Gu Ai can recognize the book he copied at a glance. The cover was already wrinkled from the fall, and the corners were rolled up by the wind, and the half-torn pages were opened.
He also saw those dudes throwing books, but he didn't expect it to be this one.
Gu Ai suddenly understood why Lu Chengru ran out.
The little prince has a shoulder injury, and at least it will take three and a half months to fully recover. He couldn't exert any effort on his waist, and he was holding the book that was already falling apart in his arms. It was even more difficult to get down.
"Your Highness, give me the book first—I will help Your Highness carry it."
Gu Ai's heart was sour, but her face was still gentle, she stretched out her hand towards him with the rockery, and after a little hesitation she added: "I have a lot of books at home, if the lord wants to read, you can go to my house to get them at any time. In a few days, I will send someone to send another box..."
Lu Deng: …
Lu Deng: ! !
Sending a copy is a gift for a lover, but not a box.
Sure enough, even if his lover doesn't remember anything, he still remembers to supervise his homework.
The little prince, who had not received the OOC notification for a while, was full of melancholy. When he was distracted, his feet suddenly slipped, and his body swayed violently.
Gu Ai stared at him from time to time, her heart tightened when she saw this, and she hurried up to support her, but her feet slipped and stood unsteady, staggering half a step unexpectedly.
He was just a scholar, so his reaction was naturally inferior to that of Lu Deng. Seeing that it was about to fall, the book was suddenly thrown into his arms, and the collar was pulled hard, preventing the downward downward trend.
Gu Ai picked up the book and raised her head, Lu Chengru had dexterously slipped to the middle of the rockery, and was pulling on his collar tightly.
Seeing him look up, the corners of the little prince's lips pursed hard, the worries and concerns in his eyes quickly disappeared, and he pulled him up to stand firm.
Gu Ai supported the rockery to stabilize her figure, and she suddenly couldn't help laughing when she met the cold and stern look that the little prince was trying so hard to make.
"My lord..."
Gu Ai called him slowly, as if she felt that the name was too unfamiliar and cold, she just whispered and then gently put it aside, put away the book and stood in a stable place again, and opened her arms towards him: "Cheng Like, come down."
His voice was so gentle, so gentle that it seemed that even the cold wind had no coldness.
Lu Deng looked down at him in a daze, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and he could no longer care about the worries of making up the OOC exam. He let go of his hand and fell neatly down the mountain. It was painful, and was forced to endure it again.
like.
both like it.
The jade pendant was well hidden in the sleeve, and it was not damaged at all.
Lu Deng was speechless, he just tightened his arms and buried them in his shoulders, refusing to look up.
Gu Ai was startled by him, just as he was about to say that the monarchs and ministers should persuade him to comfort him, the young man's thin chest was pressed tightly, but his heart suddenly jumped fiercely.
A person's day... should be very sad.
Sad.
Gu Ai's raised arm slowly lowered and landed on the throbbing back of the little prince in his arms. He gently patted and caressed slowly, spreading his sleeves to shield him from the cold wind: "My lord—"
The arm that was holding him tightened suddenly, so that the literati-born Shoufu almost didn't catch his breath.
This is probably not satisfied with the title.
Gu Ai was dumbfounded, patted his back to coax him in compromise, and lowered his head in a warm voice: "Chengru, go to Tai Tai Hospital with me, you need to have another look at your injury."
The little prince seemed to be unaware of the pain, and he tossed it without any scruples today. Maybe the injury on his body was serious.
It's hard to be alone with my lover, even if they go to exile Lu Deng in the northern border together. Just as he was about to get up and walk, he remembered his own assessment and secretly glanced worriedly, only to find that he still hadn't deducted a single point.
Lu Deng's heart skipped a beat, and he quietly poked at the system: "Is the evaluation bar broken? I just didn't deduct my points..."
"It's not that the evaluation is broken, the host can rest assured!"
The system just ran back from there, excitedly waving a small flag to report: "I deliberately asked other bad systems and said that the OOC assessment is 'whether the image in the eyes of others is consistent with the logic in the impression'. The host If you don't OOC in front of the target person alone, it means that the host has always been a good, good boy in the eyes of the target person!"
Finally found a less nervous opportunity for the host, the system was full of joy, and silently looped the joyful playlist in his mind.
Lu Deng stood in a daze, raised his head and blinked his eyes.
Even so, in Gu Ai's eyes... is he still a good boy
The little prince raised his head with tears in his eyes, his eyes fixed on the head of the court, making Gu Ai almost worried about whether she was too disheveled on the way to find him. Hesitantly raised his hand to straighten his clothes, but suddenly his thin fingers grabbed the clothes tightly.
The eyes filled with water vapor all the way, and finally fell unscrupulously.
Holding the little prince who suddenly burst into tears, he stood in the cold wind for a quarter of an hour. The young man in Gu Ai's arms finally stopped his palpitations. He choked up and raised his hand to wipe the tears, but his eyes were flushed red.
Gu Ai leaned over and held his hand to prevent him from wiping it himself. He patiently wiped his tears with his cuff: "Do you feel better now?"
The little prince nodded obediently, and the held hand dipped left and right in the palm of his hand. Finally, he held his back firmly, and he would not let it go.
Gu Ai couldn't help but smile, let him hold her hand, and slowly tidied his clothes with his empty hand: "Go to the imperial doctor, okay?"
The little prince, who had been crying for a while, didn't have the arrogance in the room at all. He lowered his head and said nothing. He obediently led him out of the pool with his uninjured hand and walked out of the garden.
The palm is still cold to the touch.
Gu Ai put aside the thought of being polite again, and tucked that hand into the wide sleeve of the robe without a trace, took her own hand slowly, and led him out of the Guozijian all the way.
Originally, I just planned to come in to teach a class, see Lu Chengru and leave. Gu Ai's carriage had been waiting outside, but the officials did not follow. The driver was a family child and knew what to watch and what not to watch. He asked the Lord and Prince to get on the carriage. After listening to Gu Ai's instructions, he said: Jingbian rushed over to the Tai Hospital.
The carriages that the late emperor personally bestowed were carefully arranged everywhere.
The outside is sturdy and delicate, needless to say, there is a heater and a soft couch inside, the fragrance is light and elegant, and the soft mattress of ferret leather is warm and thick, making people feel tired involuntarily when they sit in it.
Lu Deng hugged his knees and curled up in the ferret skin, his mind that had been shaken by the drama could be withdrawn, and he lowered his eyes in a daze.
Tassel is still in the Imperial College...
Picked it up secretly at night.
I got up at the fourth watch, and as soon as my body warmed up, I felt tired. Lu Deng closed his eyes, thinking about going to steal tassel at night, thinking about Gu Ai still thinking he was a good boy, the corners of his lips curled up quietly, and a warm touch suddenly covered his forehead.
Lu Deng trembled slightly, opened his eyes subconsciously, and was meeting Gu Ai's gaze.
"It's okay—it's fine if you don't have a fever..."
Even when he fell asleep, he didn't expect to be caught again.
Gu Ai's arm froze, she coughed lightly, and barely calmly said something. The hand that fell on the forehead to test the temperature lingered for a moment with nowhere to put it, and was about to withdraw it when the little prince wrapped in the snow-white sable suddenly raised his hand and held his sleeve.
In the rickety carriage, the little prince pursed his lips and leaned forward, put his trembling head under his palm, and rubbed it carefully.
Hei Che's eyes were quiet and clean, revealing the reflection of people's hearts.
The thorns that were erected hard at the outsider softened, but they were actually the same obedient and good child.
Gu Ai smiled, rubbed the top of his hair with a little force in the palm of his hand, and coaxed him warmly: "That book - I will copy another copy for the prince. Even if Ai is ignorant of talent and knowledge, he can still reluctantly explain the truth in the book. If the prince does not give up..."
Gu Ai originally wanted Lu Chengru to go to the prime minister's mansion, but the words came to his lips, but he was vaguely hesitant.
He is a man without a future.
Lu Chengru is too far away from the undercurrent power center. If he didn't get in touch with him, he would probably be a Prince of Peace all his life, living in peace, and An An's life and death might be left in the history books that record the royal family tree. An obscure name.
But who's to say - that's not good
Gu Ai looked at him.
The scarred young man's eyes were still filled with water vapor. He was probably in a hurry to find the lost book. A few faint blood marks drawn by the branches fell on his fair neck. His chest was still slightly heaving, and his eyes were fixed on him. body.
Okay
Silent all his life, used to being ignored and bullied, smoothed out his anger, huddled peacefully in a corner where no one can get in his way, always eating and drinking without worrying about it, and ended the rest of his life in a daze...
Gu Ai slowly retracted the hand that fell on top of his head, clenched her fist lightly and slowly pulled it back into her sleeve, her eyes still falling on those black eyes.
"Poem" cloud, as clear as autumn water.
… Okay
The car circled around the main road, and suddenly heard a horse galloping from the opposite side.
The coachman hurriedly dodged, the carriage swayed violently, Lu Chengru's body swayed, Qingxiu's eyebrows suddenly tightened, and he groaned with a pale face.
Gu Ai hurriedly raised her hand to protect the person, turned it over to protect her chest, and slammed into the carriage for him. The curtain of the car was lifted, and the eldest prince, Xianyi, who came out of the concubine, galloped past, completely ignoring the obstacles of the official guards, and was so arrogant.
The boy in his arms seemed to be in severe pain. He closed his eyes tightly in his arms, trembling slightly, and fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Gu Ai frowned, tightened her arms, and slowly wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuff.
The emperor was taught by the previous generation's competition for reserve, except for the prince's careful education, deliberately indulging the royal children's learning beyond the limit, and now it seems that it has become a climate. If this goes on, these deliberately raised children of the royal family will be the first targets to be used as an example when the reforms are completed in the future.
"I'm sorry—Your Highness, I'll take a look at the injury."
The young prince shuddered in pain, Gu Ai put his mind aside for the time being, and carefully unbuttoned his robe, his eyes narrowed fiercely due to the bruises and bruises on his shoulders, and the light in his eyes finally sank completely.
Lu Deng leaned against his arms, relieved the pain for a while, raised his hand to hold his sleeve, and his voice was soft and slow: "What if I don't give up?"
Gu Ai was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that he still remembered his last sentence, "If the lord will not give up".
Her heart was also confused, Gu Ai snorted and gently stroked his forehead: "Let's not talk about this for now, the lord is seriously injured, and I have to ask the imperial physicians to take a closer look, don't talk about it later..."
Probably because of the pain, the young man in his arms leaned against him softly, and even his forehead hair was soaked in cold sweat and pressed against his forehead. Who's posture.
Halfway through the reassuring words, he felt that something was wrong, Gu Ai stopped, and hesitantly lowered his gaze.
The pale-faced young prince's pointed and soft thorns protruded out tremblingly, trying to straighten his body and looking at him with a stern face.
The two were so close that they didn't need to speak loudly. Lu Deng took a deep breath, used his personality in a timely and rational manner, raised his head and said clearly, word by word: "You reformed, there are many people who hate you, some people want to harm you, some people want to kill you - that one will wait. I want to kill you. I know..."
To go to the hospital, you can't use painkillers all the time. The effect of the last analgesic had almost disappeared, and Lu Deng didn't make up for it. He was caught off guard and touched the wound, and only then did he really feel the pain.
The more you talk, the more dizzy you get. Lu Deng closed his eyes to ease his dizziness, and looked up at him with clear eyes.
"What if I—don't give up?"
Gu Ai stared at him.
The young man's eyes were clean, and he was clearly scrambling in a circle in the red dust, but he still didn't get a piece of dust, staring at him, waiting for his reply.
Gu Ai was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed lightly and reached out to him.
Lu Chengru raised his head alertly and shrank into his arms, his eyes silent and puzzled.
"My jade pendant."
Gu Ai looked at him with a smile, held him firmly with one hand, and said patiently and calmly, "Please pay me back, my lord."
Obviously gave it to myself!
Lu Deng was a little anxious, met the gentle but unquestionable eyes in his eyes, pursed his lips and hesitated for a while, and finally carefully took out the jade pendant from his sleeve and handed it over cautiously.
"On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, is there any arrangement in the Wangye's house? If not - if you have time, just come to my house and eat a bowl of dumplings."
Gu Ai spoke in a warm voice like gossip, and as soon as the cuffs fell, the tassels he fell off at that time were shining brightly in the palm of his hand.
The fingertips that have been holding the pen all the year round are stable and flexible, and the tassel has been re-dropped in the blink of an eye. Gu Ai tried to stretch it, nodding in satisfaction, and handing it back to the little prince with wide-eyed eyes: "Take it, don't lose it this time."
The carriage rumbled forward, the wind howling and rolling up the curtains.
Lu Deng looked up at him, Gu Ai raised his eyebrows, a smile flashed across his eyes, he slowly clenched his hand, and looked up at the majestic palace wall outside the curtain.
The last memorial of the family's impeachment of the prime minister was sent to the imperial study by the dark guard.