Empress: The Old Emperor's Way to Pursue His Wife

Chapter 13 Love (1)

At the age of 17, Mo Yanxiao was the number one scholar and served as the emperor's teacher. Of course, the knowledge in his stomach is undoubtedly the best.

Before, it was one-on-one teaching with Xiao Yi, but now there are two more companions, the teaching method has not changed much, but some time for mutual discussion and free communication has been added.

The brothers and sisters of the Xiao family have been to many places, and their knowledge of customs and customs is much wider than that of Xiao Yi who has lived in the deep palace all year round.Mo Yanxiao often asks them to tell what they have seen and heard in various places, from folk customs to topography and landforms, to people's evaluation of local officials.

Xiao Yi's articulate and quick speech was the keynote speaker, while Xiao Shu made necessary supplements.

Gradually, Xiao Yi discovered that Mo Yanxiao also knew a lot about places, so she couldn't help being curious: "Little master, have you traveled around before?"

Mo Yanxiao shook his head: "It's not for fun, it's for fleeing famine."

Xiao Yi was taken aback: "Fleeing?"

"When I was young, my hometown was hit by a disaster, so I had to come out to beg for a living. Begging all the way and walking all the way, after a few years, I have been to dozens of towns, large and small."

When saying this, Mo Yanxiao's smile was still very cheerful, as if those days were very easy, and he was really just playing casually out of excitement.

Xiao Yi couldn't help laughing. Although she was born in a wealthy family and had never experienced any hardships, she had seen with her own eyes those people fleeing from famine, those vagrants begging everywhere.Skinny and shabby, dressed in rags, hungry and full, sleeping in the open, living in the open, being beaten, scolded and bullied by others, and even fighting desperately with wild dogs for a sip of food...

Looking at Mo Yanxiao, who is now elegant and indifferent in plain robes and wooden hairpins, no one can imagine that he once had such a miserable life of homelessness.

"What about your relatives, do they all live in the capital with you now?"

"They... are long gone." Mo Yanxiao's smile faded a little, but it didn't fade away completely. He lowered his eyelids and fell silent for a while, before he said softly: "So, I am a very lucky person. Not only did I live Come down and learn something.”

Xiao Yi didn't dare to say anything more, for fear of accidentally touching his hidden pain.

Because of Mo Yanxiao's poor health, although he was employed as an editor at the Imperial Academy, he got the emperor's dispensation to not have to work every day.

The main job on weekdays is to teach three and a half older children to read, and Xiao Yi needs to go to court to handle government affairs, and Xiao Shu needs to go home to study business, so in the end, Xiao Yi, an idler, spends the most time with him.

In fact, Xiao Yi can control her extra-curricular life independently, but she thinks the weather is too hot to be too lazy to go out of the palace, and she also thinks that being alone is boring, after all the calculations, it seems that the only way to be less boring is to follow the little master.

Although Mo Yanxiao likes to be quiet, since a little girl like her has opened her mouth, it's hard to refuse, she can only acquiesce.Fortunately, although she talked a lot, she was not too noisy and offensive, but she always said something, which sounded interesting.

So for the next month, except for sleeping, Xiao Yi almost stuck to Mo Yanxiao's side.

She was originally a monkey-like person, but recently she was possessed by some kind of evil, and she actually changed her sex. She could sit quietly for two hours, read a book in a daze, or listen to Mo Yanxiao playing the piano.

For Xiao Yi, such things as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are almost always by her side as soon as she came out of her mother's womb.

Xiao Moyu has the title of "Jiangnan Confucian Merchants", and his literary attainments have been praised by the great Confucians of the world.Singing to the wine, reciting poems to the moon, laughing at the flowers and laughing, this kind of literary and artistic minor tune is a must-have for normal home travel in daily life.

Under the influence of her ears and eyes, even if Xiao Yi is ignorant, she still knows some tricks.

When Mo Yanxiao discovered that she could tell the difference between a good piano and a bad brush, she could tell the song by just listening to a few sounds, and she could tell whether a painting was a fake by just looking at it. surprise.

Xiao Yi raised her eyebrows and smiled smugly and triumphantly: "Little master, you must have thought that I was an idiot who knew nothing, didn't you?"

Mo Yanxiao turned his head to think about it, and answered very shamelessly: "Yes."

"……what about now?"

"Now..." He dragged his voice, and thought about it carefully, this time he seemed to be a bit reluctant to answer: "Even if it is, let's make a slight change!"

"What is even, and how much is a little bit?"

Mo Yanxiao just laughed and stopped answering.

Xiao Yi refused to let go, she pulled his sleeves and stared at him: "Say it quickly, don't be perfunctory!"

Her face was fleshy, and her cheeks puffed up when she was angry, like an innocent young urchin.

Mo Yanxiao looked at her, and then started playing tricks, bent his index finger and tapped her smooth and plump forehead three times.

Xiao Yi was knocked into a daze: "What do you mean?"

"The master leads the door, and the practice is up to the individual. You can't ask the master to explain everything clearly, you have to think and realize it by yourself." Mo Yanxiao talked seriously, and his ability to fool students is the essence of being a teacher: "The Monkey King So I was able to practice 72 changes because I understood the meaning of the master hitting him on the head with a stick by virtue of my own ability."

"...Do you think you are the Bodhi Patriarch?"

"Whether I am the Bodhi Patriarch depends on whether you, a stupid monkey, are smart enough!"

Then, Mo Yanxiao, who was in a good mood, stopped talking to Xiao Yi, who had chest tightness and shortness of breath, and sat under the tree with the piano in his arms, tuning the strings, and lightly plucking them with his fingertips.

His fingers were slender and fair, as thin as his own, with well-defined joints.

The melody is soft and the meaning is pure, like a mountain stream covered with snow on the top of a mountain.

Xiao Yi stopped pestering him, moved a small bench and sat beside him, and listened quietly with her chin in her hands.

Suddenly I thought, the reason why I like staying with him must be because he has the function of relieving heat and cooling down, which is more effective than ice cubes in the ice cellar...

Following the movement of playing the piano, Mo Yanxiao's wide sleeves swung lightly.There will be bursts of familiar smell coming from her nose again, it is clear and unobtrusive, as if it is the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Listening to the piano, smelling the incense, and raising her head to look at the pretty side face, Xiao Yi suddenly felt a movement in her heart for no reason, like a string being plucked by that person's fingers, trembling slightly.

"Little Master..."

"Ok?"

"I see what you mean just now."

"Oh? Let's hear it."

"You asked me to go to your room at three o'clock tonight."

The sound of the qin suddenly changed a few tunes, startling two or three birds...

(End of this chapter)