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Chapter 21

"Ji'er, you're messing around again."

Meng Yan's helpless voice came continuously from the study, this time, he couldn't stand it any longer, stood up and looked at Zhou Ji who was about to practice calligraphy, "It seems that you won't be reconciled if you don't destroy my study today? "

It turned out that Zhou Ji was practicing handwriting, but his handwriting was really bad, crooked, and lacking in style. Others knew that Zhou Ji was a thousand times better than others in everything. It was just this handwriting, which was really hard to describe.He was writing and writing, feeling irritable, splashing ink everywhere and spilling it across the desk.

The paintings that Meng Yan made a few days ago are already beyond the reach of people.

Meng Yan raised his sleeves to wipe his ink-stained face clean, sighed helplessly, took his hand, led him to practice calligraphy, and said, "Centre-style pens are like this, not like yours. .Also, your horizontal writing has no change in thickness, you first draw the pen thinner and thinner, and then thicker and thicker, just like me, do you understand?"

Zhou Ji looked at his black hair hanging by his hand, swaying slowly, which made his heart soften unconsciously. This is a very strange feeling, very warm, very gentle, so unrealistic, Make him unforgettable.

"Have you ever taught your disciples to practice calligraphy like this before?" Zhou Ji insisted on distinguishing the superior from the inferior in his own mind.

Meng Yan still took him to practice calligraphy, "Look carefully, what kind of calligraphy is it if you pull it directly with the belly of the pen like this?"

"Sir, answer me." Zhou Ji frowned.

Meng Yan thought this was a very childish question, pursed his lips, and raised the corners of his eyes inadvertently. By the time he realized it, Zhou Ji had cooled his heart and stopped harboring delusions. He slipped away from him and walked quickly to the door.

"where are you going?"

"I'm exhausted! I won't write anymore! Anyway, the eunuch Bingbi will write for me in the future, and I don't want to bother me!" He yelled, and ran away without looking back.

Meng Yan rubbed his forehead, and said in his heart, besides you, who else can make me work so hard?This is the first time I teach someone how to write, maybe the posture was wrong just now, why does my face feel like burning?

Zhou Ji ran out, the corners of his eyes were astringent, he looked up at the blue sky with crab shells, with a few wisps of smoke floating, he felt inexplicably desolate, the warmth in his heart was put away, put away, the corners of his eyes slanted, his face was expressionless, Once again became the unfathomable His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"What are you going to do?" At the inconspicuous corner of the palace, Mrs. Liu trembled and glared at Zhou Ji.

"What are you pretending to be? Don't you like being raped by men? Pretending to be a loyal and strong woman?" Zhou Ji recalled that in his previous life, he conspired with the queen to frame him and insult his concubine. , can't he cure her?

"You beast! What do you want to do? I am your concubine mother! If you dare to plot against me, the king will definitely not spare you!"

This sentence made Zhou Ji even more angry, remembering that he was demoted to the land of Bashu for 14 years, all because of the temptress in front of him, he could no longer keep calm, and said sharply: "What do you think I will do to you? Or you What you wish for? But don’t be wishful thinking, the crown prince has no interest in you, so naturally someone will satisfy your lowly wish!”

He waved his hand, and a tall and mighty guard ran over, with hesitation on his face: "His Royal Highness, if the King knows, my slave..."

"Are you from the Imperial Forest Army? Guo Waixie didn't teach you the rules? Do things for the prince, don't be verbose! Otherwise, I will only make you die faster!" Zhou Ji said coldly.

The guard still didn't dare: "His Royal Highness..."

Zhou Ji grabbed his hair and threw him in front of the woman on the ground, "You didn't respond to such a coquettish woman, are you still a man?! I'll take care of what happened, you just do your job!"

As if he had taken a reassurance, the guard nodded his head heavily, and took off his pants repeatedly.

"Help! Help! What do you want? Let go, get out!" Mrs. Liu was so frightened that she was out of shape, she yelled crazily.

Zhou Ji was upset when he heard that, "Are you a dead person? Don't you know how to stuff her mouth with something?"

The guard looked left and right, but didn't see anything suitable for a while. Zhou Ji lost his patience a long time ago, and leaned over and knocked Mrs. Liu unconscious, "Why don't you do it quickly? Are you waiting to be discovered?"

The guard buried his head in obedience.

Zhou Ji paused for a moment, and suddenly yelled like a maniac, shaking the birds into flight, fanning the feathers all over the ground, he ran away regardless, laughing heart-piercingly, as if his internal organs had been emptied.

"Crack!" He bumped into a person, and the lantern in that person's hand fell down with a crisp sound.

No more panic, Zhou Ji's eyes tightened, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "What did you see?"

With the light of the day and the moon, and the light of the lantern, Zhou Ji saw that his eyes were empty and blank, like a... blind man.

Zhou Ji pulled out his long sword suddenly, and circled around in front of his eyes, but the man remained unresponsive, his eyes blank, "Who are you?"

"I heard that blind people can't see their eyes, but their ears are always very sensitive. I just drew my sword so loudly. If you were really blind, you wouldn't be able to hear it. You would just fall to the ground and beg for mercy immediately. But you, don't you think you are too calm? Is it?"

"What a failure, His Royal Highness saw it."

He rolled his eyes, calmly picked up the lantern on the ground, and blew the dust on the surface, looking very calm.

Zhou Ji twisted him, and said viciously: "What did you see just now? What did you hear?"

The man said: "I've often heard people say that the Prince Ji of the Yue Kingdom is a man, very smart, but now it seems that he is nothing more than that. If you were a little confused just now and pretended to be stupid, wouldn't it be good to you and me? Are they all good?"

"Who do you think you are? Do you have the ability to make me pretend to be stupid? You are just a lowly guard. If I let you die, you don't deserve to live!"

As Zhou Ji said, he wanted to kill him, but who knew that he would not evade, and only said one sentence: "I would like to advise you again, the queen has already rushed over with all the people. If he is caught, His Royal Highness should Do you know the consequences?"

Zhou Ji had no choice but to stop, cut his arm unwillingly, and then ran away.

The man smiled meaninglessly, and the mole of widow's tears under the corners of his eyes was particularly obvious, "A woman like this scares you into such a state, it seems that you are nothing more than that."

Zhou Ji ran, ran, and came to Meng Yan's place. Without any explanation, he threw himself at Meng Yan, clutching his wide sleeves tightly, shivering with fear.

"What's wrong with you?" Meng Yan asked gently.

"Sir, why do I have to live in such a place? With fake smiles all over my face all day long, to pretend to be brothers and friends, fathers are kind and sons are filial, why can those untouchables live so carefree and at ease, sir, Tell me, why on earth is this? Why is it so unfair?" He frowned, and said with a sad face, the strange thing is that no matter how heartbroken he found himself, he decided not to shed tears, such sad emotions, only Can be deeply buried in his heart, from then on, he will never be able to vent it.

"Being born in an emperor's family is a blessing that ordinary people can't even ask for. You have gained more than them, and naturally you have lost more. How can there be a business in the world that only makes money? Besides, all living beings are suffering, how can you Can you be sure that other people live happier lives than you?" Meng Yan patted him on the back, comforting him kindly.

"Sir, do you know? I can't belittle myself anymore, I can't die for others, because, I know it's not worth it, no one will care. I really, really hate myself, and I hate myself every day. Looking in the mirror, I think... I want to destroy myself..."

"I care about you." Meng Yan said.

Startled, Zhou Ji raised his head like a helpless child, looked at Meng Yan, "You said...you..."

"Don't belittle yourself. Even for me, you must learn to cherish yourself. Don't hurt yourself every time. Your nature is not bad, why do you want to go in the direction of scum?"

Zhou Ji's expression changed when he heard the words, and he realized: "You say I'm a scum?"

"Why do you always see the evil side?" Meng Yan sighed.

"Because no one has taught me, what do you think I have been taught since I was a child? Is it warmth, kindness, and family affection? Wrong! It's all wrong! I learned the way of Confucius and Mencius, the art of fighting for hegemony. In my world, I have always been There is only a cold measure of right and wrong, never what you call goodness! How do you tell me to see goodness?"

"No one taught you, so I will teach you. As long as you have a good intention, I will surely help you succeed." Meng Yan said every word.

Zhou Ji was stunned for a long time without nodding, good?What is goodness?Is it kindness to be bullied like the person in front of you without daring to fight back, for fear of implicating thousands of untouchables?This is stupid!

It was night, and Yongle Palace was still crowded by Zhou Jilai.

When he stepped into the palace, he saw Meng Yan sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only his middle clothes, like a light green tree, not to be played with, with a straight back.

"Sir... are you waiting for me?" Zhou Ji was surprised.

He didn't seem to have said in advance that he would come to sleep.

Meng Yanzheng felt empty in his heart, as if something was missing. When he looked up and saw Zhou Ji, the empty space was filled tightly without any gaps, "I...I just can't sleep."

He refused to admit what Zhou Ji said, and found an excuse to evade it.

Zhou Ji refused to change the subject, "It shouldn't be. Mister usually works on time, so how could he not be able to sleep at this hour?"

"Then I'm going to sleep." Meng Yan was abnormally no longer as mature as before, lifted the quilt to cover himself, and fell asleep with his face turned sideways.

Zhou Ji smiled, closed the door, walked towards the bed under the moonlight shining through the gap in the window, found a support point, rolled over on Meng Yan, and habitually slept on the inside.

"Sir, I seem to have done something wrong." Zhou Ji said.

"What's the matter?" Meng Yan was uneasy, he said he was wrong, so wouldn't it be a lawless mistake?

"I seem to...you must."

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