In love with the enchanting senior brother: the lady strikes

The little emperor is still young, so he doesn't know how high the sky is and how many inches the ground is thick, and he doesn't know that my teacher Wuliang Layman is the world's most treacherous and cunning person, alas, I'm afraid Senior Brother Xiaobai will be the fish in the pond!

The evening breeze was like a pair of gentle hands, gently brushing the misty window screen, the master took a sip of tea, and the corner of his mouth drew a cool arc like a crescent moon: "Eleventh, you taught His Majesty the emperor like a son of heaven!"

He touched his forehead to the ground, and said respectfully: "This apprentice is incompetent, master calm down."

The master sneered: "The grassroots are just a villager in the mountains, how can they afford such a big gift from the regent? The grassroots should salute the king!"

His slender figure swayed on the misty window screen, "I don't dare."

"Pa" was the crisp sound of porcelain slamming into the ground, "Regent Qin Wang, under one person, above tens of thousands, why don't you dare?"

There was a moment of silence, the master and apprentice in the study room were originally happy and angry, but this time, one was furious and the other was terrified.

"Wow—" A child's crying broke the moment's silence. Little Yi'er tightly hugged Senior Brother Xiaobai's arm, crying, "Grandpa bullied Uncle Emperor! You are a bad person! Grandpa is a bad person!"

The master, who was as calm as Dai Yue, was startled for a moment. After a while, he lifted his robe, and slowly knelt down in front of Senior Brother Xiaobai, "The grass people have overstepped."

The warm wind blows slowly on the cheeks, but it creates layers of coolness.

"Master," I couldn't bear it any longer, turned quickly into the study, and knelt down on my knees, "This matter is my disciple's idea, you old man, stop blaming senior brother!"

Immediately, the large study room became silent, and the coolness on the face permeated into the heart bit by bit, can't you go back again?Will the years of harmony between master and apprentice on Taixi Mountain never go back?

All three of me, master and apprentice, knelt silently without speaking.

The little Yi'er stared at the three of us in a daze, and said, sobbing, "Everyone...you are all flat."

My teacher Wuliang Layman is indeed an expert, with a flick of his blue robe, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

I peeked again, where is the color of thunder?

The old man was smiling and kind again, "Your Majesty, come, let Your Majesty eat the pastry."

The little emperor sniffed his nose, rushed to the master's side, and said in a buzzing voice: "Grandpa is so kind, he is actually better than sister..."

Immediately, Ba Liang's heart became seven points warmer, and I sighed slowly, alas, with such a wise and holy lord in my dynasty, the kingdom must last forever, flourish and never decline!

The master smiled and hugged Yi'er, "Your Majesty is wise."

Brother Xiaobai and I knelt on the cold and hard floor tiles miserably, watching the old and the young eat up a bowl of sugar-steamed crispy cheese with one bite.

After a while, the old master wiped the corners of his mouth, "Well, as the saying goes, 'eat people's mouths are soft, but people's hands are short', as a teacher, I ate your cheese...Twelve, you can talk about it!"

I carefully smoothed through my mixed thoughts, and explained: "Master, you are an old man with a wild and lofty personality. If senior brother bluntly asks you to come out of the mountain to be the emperor's teacher, your old man will definitely not allow..."

After a short pause, seeing the sunny and sunny face of the master, we boldly continued: "I know that you are kind and kind, and you regard the unfilial disciple Ye Rong as your own. I wrote to you, Yantu'er fell into a coma from poison... but I just wanted to ask you to go down the mountain first, and then make plans... It's not intentional to deceive..."

Dark clouds covered the beautiful sun, and the gentle wind turned into a tornado. The master snorted coldly: "Oh? If the grass people don't want to be the emperor's teacher, would His Royal Highness want to detain the grass people?"