The Palace of Peach and Plum

Chapter 11:

Ling Wei squeezed the little fat man into Li Ying’s arms, shook the stiff arms holding the child against Li’s unpredictable eyes, angrily picked up the writing brush, and flew around on the paper. Gritting your teeth, like who had planed his family’s ancestral grave.

Qin Shiming Moon and Han Shiguan,

The Long March people have not returned.

But so that the Dragon City Fei will be there,

Do not teach Huma Du Yinshan.

After Ling Wei finished writing, he tossed his pen boldly and raised his head with a sneer: “How many of the military poems that have been famous for generations are written by the warrior you despise? And how many literati and scholars have resolutely defended their homes and the country. Resolutely go to the frontier and become the martial artist you despise?”

“In the past few years, the Turks offended the border, and dozens of border towns were looted, and the people of the war were not living. The King of Qin led the people to drive the Turks out of the frontiers, hitting the Turkic king’s account, and beheaded the enemy’s blood to sacrifice the victims of our borders. Peace today. Do you know that the brother you despise now is the one who experienced that war and just returned from the frontier? Those who died in the battle of the Shroud of Mage are despised by those of you who are protected students. Takeshi! Since Brother Xiao is the in-law of a sage, don’t forget the idea of “being a man before learning to write” taught by the sage. Animals have a grateful heart, let alone people!”

“My father and mother are still defending the country in the southeast frontier. Since you are not willing to join me, I am not willing to join the so-called high school students who are grateful and look down on the blood and sacrifices in the border.” Ling Wei said, shaking his sleeves and turning around. Leave!

“Wait for loneliness… I!” The fat prince struggled to jump from Li Ying’s arms, catching up with Ling Wei on his short legs, and hugged Ling Wei’s legs.

Ling Wei’s handsome movements had no choice but to stop, he could only bend over to hug the little fat man, and then leave with tears.

It’s hard to pretend to be forced, **** little fat guy, must spank! Ling Wei thought sadly.

Li Yin looked at the fat prince’s composing and got off his feet. He thought this nephew was about to ask him for help. As a prince, as long as he is not too useless, he is considered to be Wu Shuangquan. When the dynasty advocated poetry, Li Yin naturally wrote it, and there are a few that are considered passable. If you were a nephew

When he asked for help, he took out the poem to show his ugliness.

As for whether anyone found out that it was written by King Qin and knew who he had offended-what to do with him? It’s not that he is picking things up.

Unexpectedly, the prince obviously trusted Ling Wei more, and as soon as he found out something was wrong, he asked Ling Wei for help.

Looking at Ling Wei’s expression, Li Yin could understand the speechlessness under his sad and angry expression. He has been rectified by the emperor’s brother before. Then he waited in his spare time for Ling Wei to ask him for help.

But what I didn’t expect was that Ling Wei was going to write a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone directly. It seemed that he was going to come up with a poem on the spot, and then put it on his head?

Although I don’t know if Ling Wei wrote it on the spot, or use it before, Li Yin is really curious about what Ling Wei will write, or what poetry Ling Wei thinks suits him.

“But let Longcheng Feijiang stay, and don’t teach Huma to do the Yinshan Mountain.” Li Yin followed Ling Wei without hurriedly, and sighed quietly, “Jintang is really different from ordinary scholars.”

Ling Wei paused, and whispered to Li Ying with a bitter face, “Master Qin, let’s find a place to stay first? This group of people gathers more and more. If someone sees the identity of you and…, this It’s really messy.”

Li Ying showed a slight smile: “Go home first.”

“I just came out! I want to go shopping!” Because the crying too hard caused the hoarse voice, Prince Xiongzi did not feel that he had caused much trouble. In his opinion, this was acting on Ling Wei’s plan. , Even if it caused trouble, it was Ling Wei’s fault. Anyway, it’s hard for him to get to the palace, so he has to go shopping!

“Go back and rest, then go out!” Ling Wei has a whole set of dealing with the bear children. “The little boy doesn’t want to be annoyed by that group of people? Continue to trouble you.”

The fat prince rubbed his chin on Ling Wei’s shoulder, and reluctantly said, “Then… first go back to the uncle’s house, and then come out to play! I want to come out to play! I must come out to play! Jintang can’t fool the gu!”

“Don’t lie or lie, when did I lie to you.” Ling Wei coaxed the fat prince, and then looked at Li Ying eagerly.

This fat man is not heavy, since you are a martial artist, or the fat man’s uncle, you should hold him for a while, prince?

However, Li Yin obviously hadn’t cultivated to the point where he had a close relationship with Ling Wei, so he strode forward.

Ling Wei twitched the corners of his mouth, and could only continue to keep up with bitterness.

As for Zhao Gui…Ling Wei flung his sleeves and left before the others had recovered. Li Ying also ran away. And Zhao Gui and others also gathered around to appreciate the poems “written by Li Yin”, and when they came back to their senses, Ling Wei and others were already gone. And they were surrounded and could not leave for the time being. What is even more tragic is that Liu Qi finally learned that such a big event had happened. When he hurriedly arrived, the person involved had disappeared, and he was also surrounded and could not be left.

Ling Wei’s skills in selling teammates are also full.

Ling Wei hugged the little fat man, and walked a long way in a hot day. He couldn’t help discussing with the little fat man: “Little boy, on such a hot day, you are also hot when I hold you. Come down and walk by yourself. ?”

“Don’t do it.” The little fat man put his arms around Ling Wei’s neck, refusing to follow his orders.

He is the prince and he is still an older brother, so when Ling Wei enters the palace, the first person to enjoy his embrace is Ankang, and the second person is Jinque. It is difficult to get him in his turn. So now even if it gets hot, you have to hold it.

Ling Wei had to cast his cry for help at Li Ying. In this hot weather, even if he doesn’t care, he is afraid of the heat stroke of His Royal Highness?

Fortunately, Li Ying finally had a close relationship with him at this time, and soon a carriage drove out. There were extravagant ice cubes in the carriage. When Ling Wei got on the carriage, he felt relieved.

Of course, if the little fat man had to sit on his lap, it would be even more comfortable.

“His Royal Highness, behave well.” Ling Wei gritted his teeth. Do you know how heavy you are!

“Father said that when you are with Jintang in private, you can be unruly.” The little fat man said triumphantly.

“His Royal Highness King Qin…” Ling Wei had to continue calling for help.

However, Li Yin smiled and said, “The prince approached Jintang, so he troubled Jintang to take care of him.”

Take care of the size! Let this fat man get off my lap first! Ling Wei roared thousands of times in his heart, but he didn’t dare to say it, so he could only let the fat man press his leg and tugging his arm and chattering non-stop. The noise made his head hurt.

Your Royal Highness, didn’t you just howl your voice? Now I’m still talking non-stop, be careful that I can’t speak for a while! Ling Wei thought angrily.

“Jintang Jintang, did you write that poem now?” the fat prince said joyfully, “have you seen the faces of those bad guys? Hahaha, it’s wonderful!”

Ling Wei was swayed by the fat prince, and said perfunctorily: “I didn’t see it. There are too many people. I didn’t write the poems. Who said I wrote it? Didn’t His Royal Highness Qin write it? Xiaomin doesn’t know how to write poems. .”

Fat prince: “…”

Li Ying: “…”

“Even though Xiaomin can’t write poems, he has the arrogance of a literati, how could he be a gunman for others, but write poems but give others a signature.” Ling Weiyi said righteously, “Don’t slander Xiaomin’s arrogance.”

Fat prince: “…”

Li Ying: “…”

Ling Wei continued to sigh: “His Royal Highness King Qin will not only march and fight, but also chant a good poem. It is really both civil and military, which is admirable.”

Fat prince: “…”

Li Ying: “…”

“Don’t say such things in the future.” Ling Wei took advantage of the fat prince’s stunned mouth, and pulled his tortured arm out of the fat prince’s fleshy claws, and then took the fat prince to the seat next to him and sat down. Mother, my legs are numb. This little fat man is really heavy.

“This is the province of the king.” Li Yin thought, and understood what Ling Wei meant.

No matter what reason Ling Wei put this poem on himself, but since he has publicly said that this poem is his own, then this poem can only be his own in the future.

Although the fat prince didn’t quite understand, he nodded solemnly when both Ling Wei and Li Ying looked serious. His tone is very strict!

Ling Wei was finally quiet for a while, and when he arrived at Qin|Wang Mansion, he wanted to find an excuse to slip away first. He ate too much and held up to go shopping with the bear kids on a hot day. And sweaty clothes on a hot day, this is a good excuse.

“When I returned to the mansion, the king had already sent someone to pick up Jintang’s clothes from the horse mansion.” Li Yin was very kind and considerate, “Jintang can go first.

Change the bath and accompany Qichen to the streets. ”

When Ling Wei got out of the carriage, he saw Feng Ning, who had been waiting in the Qin|Royal Palace eagerly, and was speechless.

“Jintang wait for me!” The little fat man’s servant naturally also brought a change of clothes. This big family will always bring a change of clothes when going out, so as to avoid some accidents on the road that may cause untidy clothes. Seeing that Ling Wei would definitely be able to go shopping with him, the little fat man hurried to take a shower and change clothes. He also sweated out of heat, and the fat man was more afraid of heat.

“The prince… don’t need to be so thoughtful.” Ling Wei held back for a long time before suffocating such a sentence.

Li Yin gave Ling Wei a dizzy smile again: “You are welcome to Jintang. Brother Huang also said that the prince will go to Jintang to accompany him. Qichen knew that Jintang would go to the champion building, but it was a pity that he couldn’t. I saw Jintang make friends with literature.”

“…” Did you plan to catch me when you went to the champion building? Ling Wei sighed, and went to bathe and change clothes in despair against the background of the beauty’s smile. Then resigned to play with the bear children.

Li Ying watched Ling Wei enter the house, his lips smiled deeper. Jintang… is really interesting, no wonder the emperor’s brother and sister-in-law love it so much.