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Court Chapter 6: Nine years later

 Court Chapter 6: [Nine years later/The good boy who respects teachers and respects the law has grown up (plot]

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The tyrant did not want to see the imperial physician.

Although the news that the prime minister stayed in the East Palace may have been passed back to the palaces, at this critical moment when Emperor Jiading was tired of Tang Tang, it was better to avoid trouble. Besides, it was just a fever. He was not born with the fate of being spoiled and unable to withstand the wind and rain. He could just sleep for a while and it was not worth it.

He was obviously used to these things. After thinking about it in his mind, he lazily opened his dark eyes that were a little moist with fever, grabbed the teacher's clothes, and pestered him, saying that there was no need to ask for an imperial physician.

Tang Tang naturally did not listen to him. The words of the sick kid had no influence at all. He just asked symbolically. After pulling the quilt for him, he went out wearing a cloak to call the palace maid.

The prince had a fever, which alarmed the entire East Palace. The eunuchs hurried to the Imperial Hospital with lanterns.

The imperial physician who was on night watch arrived at the East Palace and examined the prince first. After pondering for a moment, he wrote a prescription. The palace maid resisted the urge to sleep and sent the imperial physician away. After the little boy brought the medicine, Tang Tang went to the kitchen to boil it himself, and then brought it into the bedroom to feed Jiang Yao.

After tossing for a full hour, Jiang Yao finished drinking the medicine, and Tang Tang sat down again. He picked up the candle wick, In the warm yellow light, he lowered his eyes to look at the little Jiang Yao lying on his side in the quilt.

Jiang Yao's eyes were blurry due to the fever, and his childish face was red. He huddled in the quilt, his long black hair scattered messily behind him. Compared with his usual abiding appearance, he looked a little more childish, soft, and helpless. He was so young.

Tang Tang sighed in his heart, and gently touched the fevered forehead of little Jiang Yao with his slightly cool hand.

Jiang Yao lowered his eyes sickly. The weak childhood was what Jiang Yao hated the most and did not want to recall. The restlessness in his heart made the beast locked in the cage gasp agitatedly. He walked back, and suddenly, he felt a chill on his forehead.

Jiang Yao subconsciously raised his eyes.

The Prime Minister was wearing a thin white nightgown, sitting beside his bed. An orange-yellow firelight outlined warm lines around him. His three thousand black hair was loose, and a few strands were casually hanging in front. He had less aura of a first-rank official, and more like a young man in the water village of Jiangnan, holding a green umbrella and standing in front of a peach tree in the misty rain.

Jiang Yao looked at the other's beautiful eyebrows with his black eyes. There was a bit of worry and heartache in his dark eyes. The slightly cool hand was placed on his forehead, and the clear voice was particularly gentle: "Your Highness, why haven't you gone to bed yet? Do you have a severe headache?"

The tyrant didn't say anything, but just looked at the prime minister quietly, took his hand and put it under his face, rubbed it gently and obediently, and said in a low voice: "Teacher, I feel so uncomfortable..."

Tang Tang's pajamas were wide-sleeved, revealing his wrists. His palms were holding Jiang Yao's face, and the hot temperature burned his hands.

Little Jiang Yao was too thin and had not recovered yet. He was not as round as ordinary children. His cheeks were thin and there was not much flesh. There was a touch of red at the end of his eyes. He nestled in his palm obediently, looking at him quietly with his misty black eyes.

This was the first time that the boy tried to put aside his status as the crown prince. He was a little aggrieved and showed weakness to his elder to seek comfort. His big black eyes were unconsciously filled with some expectations.

Tang Tang felt a pain in his heart. He touched Jiang Yao's hot face, then slowly pulled his hand away, got up and covered him with a quilt. His voice was soft and coaxing: "Your Highness, be good and go to sleep quickly. You won't feel uncomfortable when you wake up. I'll be here with you."

Although he pulled his hand away, little Jiang Yao still grabbed his sleeve. His dark eyes showed no emotion, and he whispered with paranoia: "Why is the teacher so good to me? Teacher...will you always be so good to me?"

"I will, Your Highness."

The Prime Minister answered him gently.

The boy smiled at his teacher. His face was sickly flushed. He huddled sideways in the quilt. His thin hands pulled at the teacher's sleeves, making a few wrinkles. The eyes, which were so dark that people couldn't see the emotions inside, curved slightly, and his tone was soft and full of dependence.

"Teacher, I like you."

The Prime Minister sat beside his bed, the candlelight reflected his profile, and his gentle eyebrows were smiling.

"I like you too. "

The candle on the candlestick gradually melted, and the wax flowed down the candle. The tone of Jiangnan's coaxing children to sleep was hummed softly and sounded in the bedroom. The wrist was exposed outside the sleeve, and the jade-like hand gently patted the boy's back through the brocade quilt.

 Jiang Yao felt warm and sleepy in his heart. The irritable beast also lay obediently on the bluestone slab in the cage, not wanting to go crazy.

He pulled the other's sleeve obsessively, not wanting to fall asleep like this, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he muttered vaguely and stubbornly.

"Teacher..."

"Go to sleep, Your Highness," with only a slit of eyes left, he vaguely saw Prime Minister Ruyu beside the bed and heard his soft voice: "I will always be with you."

Jiang Yao's heavy eyelids closed completely, but that hand was still clutching the Prime Minister's sleeve, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Teacher, this is what you promised me.

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Time passed bit by bit, the prime minister taught his students carefully, the students grew up day by day, nine years passed in the blink of an eye, the skinny boy who had to be held by the teacher's hand in the plum garden was now taller than the teacher.

The twenty-second year of Jiading, winter.

Today is a sunny day, unknown birds are chirping on the bare branches, the palace maids are sweeping the snow below, and when they see that there is no sound around, they whisper about the gossip in the palace.

"Hey, do you know? The second prince is eating the emperor's food again."

Another maid was obviously not very aware of it. She sneaked closer and whispered curiously: "Really? What is it for this time?"

"Well, isn't it the Crown Prince? Over the years, the Crown Prince has had many fatal "accidents". A few years ago, the Crown Prince was poisoned and almost lost half his life. In the end, it was traced to Concubine Yu from Concubine Xu's faction!"

The maid took a breath and asked hurriedly: "Good Jiejie, I entered the palace late and have never heard of such a shocking thing. What happened later? How did it happen later?"

The maid who had been in the palace for a long time was a little proud, and said to her in a low voice: "The Queen said that Concubine Yu must have someone behind the scenes to instigate someone to do such a thing to murder the Crown Prince. Everyone knows who the Queen is talking about. Concubine Xu immediately knelt down and cried about how she was wronged."

"Of course, nothing was found out in the end. Yupin only said that he resented the Sixth Prince for not having a chance to fight for his rights, and he took the wrong road, so he committed suicide by taking poison."

The maid listened to the exclamation in her ear, and whispered: "Oh, the filth in the harem is far more than that! The Concubine Xu was a noble concubine before, but this incident left a mark on His Majesty's heart, and later..."

Before she finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of a young man in a wide robe with big sleeves and a black cloak walking towards this side.

The maid fell silent instantly, winked at the new maid, and then saluted respectfully"

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

After the noble young man left, the two palace maids, who were sweating profusely, breathed a sigh of relief, shut their mouths tightly, and dared not say anything more.

East Palace, study.

Today the weather is warm, Tang Tang opened the window and sat on the chaise longue by the window of the study. He was wearing a white brocade dress embroidered with golden cloud patterns, holding a book in his hand. The white jade on the crown was particularly gentle and delicate under the light outside. A strand of long black hair fell in front of him, and the rest was casually scattered behind him, covering his entire back, elegant and easygoing.

Nine years have not produced any changes in this young prime minister. The gentleness of the Jiangnan water village is more like a pot of warm wine, which becomes more charming as time goes by.

Suddenly, a person appeared in front of the window without any warning, and the Prime Minister's hand holding the scroll trembled with fear. When he saw who was smiling at him with curved eyebrows and eyes, he couldn't help but smile helplessly, his gentle eyebrows and eyes were full of indulgence. He sighed: "Your Highness..."

Jiang Yao is no longer the thin and frail appearance of his childhood. He is tall and has an outstanding appearance. Most of the time when he is not smiling, he always has a sense of bored aristocracy. When he smiles, he loses that coldness. His heart and eyes are full of you. That deep affection can make people indulge in it, but subconsciously dare not approach.

Because the deep affection with a casual smile is like a flower that attracts people to pick regardless of danger, but after picking it with great difficulty, they find that it is poisonous.

Jiang Yao put his hand on the window sill, and then put his chin on it, looking at his teacher with a smile in his black eyes.

"Teacher, I brought you a gift."

He stretched out his hand, and a red rope tied to a love bean was placed in his broad palm, appearing in the Prime Minister's sight.