Stealing the Protagonist Gongs Away in a Shou-Centered World to Have Gang S*x

Court 4: The Tyrant Provokes Trouble

 Court 4: The Tyrant Provokes Trouble/The Prime Minister Thinks the Good Boy Must Have Been Bullied

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He was a great king, and in his previous life, all the civil and military officials changed color when they heard about him. The trembling tyrant Jiang Yao, at the age of eight, was still learning some bullshit that people are inherently good!

How outrageous...

"Your Highness, you are distracted."

A gentle voice suddenly sounded, and Jiang Yao suddenly came back to his senses. He raised his eyes and met the teacher's smiling eyes full of gentleness and tenderness.

The prime minister is just a young man, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the youngest official in the court.

He was wearing a white brocade robe embroidered with cloud patterns, sitting on a cushioned sandalwood wide chair. A transparent and lustrous white jade was inlaid on his hair crown, and the rest of his black hair was softly scattered. His jade-like hands held the scroll, and his fingers were slender, with a little pink color on the fingertips. There was a faint white smoke floating above the incense burner, and the smell of ink from books was faint. I don't know if it was from the book or the person. 

Under his gaze, Jiang Yao took the children's textbook with humiliation. The prime minister in white looked away with satisfaction when he saw this, and led him sentence by sentence, explaining the meaning and reasoning of the book to him.

At this time, the tyrant, whose feet could not even touch the ground, gritted his teeth and muttered fiercely in his heart, "It's outrageous!"

The prince went to the Imperial College at the age of five to start his enlightenment, but when Jiang Yao was five years old, he lived with his mother in the cold palace. How could anyone teach him to read?

Tang Tang didn't know that he was reborn. He taught the tyrant three-character classic and the rules for students for two days. After Jiang Yao learned them, he turned to learn the Thousand Character Classic. However, in addition to teaching Jiang Yao to recognize words, he also taught him to read. , he has not forgotten the influence of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

In the East Palace, in a warm pavilion covered with snow, a pot of tea is brewing on the stove. The hot steam rises, mixed with the faint tea fragrance and spreads along the wind, refreshing the heart. The red plum forest that has not yet bloomed is wrapped in silver. The branches and buds of the red plums are against the white snow. It looks really beautiful from a distance. It is cool and elegant. It is a good place to enjoy the scenery.

The beast gold charcoal burns red in the brazier and emits heat. A guqin is placed on the stone table. The slender fingers pluck the strings. The sound of the guqin flows out like a spring, and the listeners relax their body and mind.

Jiang Yao holds a hand stove and sits on the right side of Tang Tang. He looks at the other party with his eyes downcast playing the ancient guqin. Qin, thinking lazily in his heart, his teacher really lived up to his reputation as a jade gentleman. Apart from always teaching him some elementary moral principles that made the tyrant feel ashamed, this gentleman was proficient in all six arts, and his policy and knowledge also brought a touch of novelty to Jiang Yao.

As he thought so, Tang Tang slowly finished the song, his slender fingers stopped playing, and he tilted his head to look at little Jiang Yao.

Little Jiang Yao, who was sitting next to him, was still so thin and small, as if he could never gain weight. He huddled in the black fox fur, holding the gilded hand warmer obediently, his big black eyes staring at his hand without blinking, very obedient. Tang Tang chuckled, took back his hand, and called him softly.

"Your Highness, come and have a try."

The tyrant could play the piano, but he just wasn't very good at it. Whether in the last life or this life, he was always the target set by the old man. His teachers were from the Xu family. They seemed to be attentive to him, but in fact, they were talking a lot of incomprehensible nonsense.

In this life, no one knew what Tang Yuansi had done to disgust the old man, and he was assigned to be the teacher of a dying man like him. Jiang Yao looked up at his teacher, and suddenly a bad thought arose in his heart.

He hesitated for a second or two, as if he had no confidence in himself, but the palace maids and eunuchs around him asked him to maintain the dignity of the crown prince all day long, and he couldn't say that he couldn't play it, so he could only put the hand warmer on the table on the side and sit where Tang Tang had sat.

His thin fingers touched the strings, and he played a few times awkwardly, making an out-of-tune glissando.

Little Jiang Yao paused, blushing slightly. He retracted his skinny hand, seeming a little at a loss. Seeing the boy's embarrassment, Tang Tang smiled and taught him the fingering again. Xiao Jiangyao tried with confidence, but still made a glissando.

Tang Tang thought for a while, bent down slightly, and a few strands of black hair fell in front of him. His warm and slender hands supported Xiao Jiangyao's skinny little hands and led him to touch the strings.

The evil tyrant never thought of this! His heart to tease the teacher was instantly silenced, and his whole body was stiffly surrounded by the fragrance of books and ink on the teacher. In his two lives, it was the first time that someone was so close to him.

In his vision, outside the warm pavilion was a plum blossom bud covered with snow. On the piano, a pair of slender white big hands and a pair of skinny childish hands gently touched the strings. The other party almost held him in his arms. The faint fragrance of books and ink attracted people's hearts. The touch on the hands was delicate and warm, and the patient explanation slowly sounded in his ears. The tyrant was very uncomfortable. It was also the first time in his two lives that he felt the love from the teacher.

It was snowing outside. The charcoal fire in the pavilion was burning red, spreading a warm heat. The intermittent sound of the piano and the gentle explanation of the man outlined a scene.