The ministers had no choice but to pick up the "soft persimmon" of the national teacher.

It's hard to do it directly, but it can attack with verbal words.

For a moment, rumors about the national teacher suddenly broke out in the capital.

The mouth of a literati and poet can make people feel ashamed and angry without revealing a single dirty word.

But it’s a pity that the National Normal University is not an ordinary person.

"What's wrong?" The national master was standing at the desk drawing a talisman. When he heard the movement, he raised his eyes. When he saw his personal servant's eyes were red. He knew at a glance that he must have cried.

"I went down the street today." The servant lowered his head and replied loudly.

"Oh?" Put down the wolf hair in his hand, and the national teacher raised his eyebrows, "What about?"

"Then I heard some people say, "Sir..." I stuttered for a long time, but before I could say the words behind, my eyes became redder instead.

"I'm willing to be humble and serve you with beauty, and I don't know how to be shameless?" The national master understood and asked casually, his tone was calm, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

"They are too much!" The servant did not deny it, his cheeks bulged, and finally he finally made an angry complaint.

Today when he went out, he could hear others' comments about the national teacher wherever he went. Over and over again, he would be remarks that were chaotic and troubled.

Even a three or four-year-old baby can recite one or two related limericks.

"Okay, your mouth is on them, and they will let them say it." He reached out and picked up the talisman paper on the table and folded it into small pieces.

After a while, more than a dozen pieces of talisman paper were folded neatly in the movements of the national teacher.

"If you can't listen, then you won't listen. If you still get angry, you will give one or two forbidden talismans, and it doesn't matter whether you left or right."

"...Yes." Knowing the character of the national master, the attendant could only bow his head and thought in his mind that he would bring more banishing talismans next time he went out.

"If I can't figure it out, I will continue to think that I will go to the palace and will not come back in the next few days. If there is any urgent matter, I will come to the palace to find me."

After leaving such a sentence, the national master left the national master's mansion and went to meet his lover in the palace.

Fortunately, those so-called literati and poets, loyal ministers and censors did not see the current reaction of the national teacher.

It is said that they would know that they had gone through a lot of effort to spread remarks and attempt to force the national teacher to submit, and even did not make the national teacher's eyelids move, and they would probably be pissed to death.

After entering the palace, the national magistrate went straight to the emperor's bedroom.

In the past two years, the Nanyuan country has been in great shape, so the emperor naturally became more and more relaxed, and the time he could spend with the national teacher was getting more and more.

On weekdays, the two of them will do other things besides Hu Tian and Hu Di.

For example, when the national teacher is interested, he will teach the emperor some simple divination techniques to calculate the good or bad luck.

When the emperor's interest came, he would teach the national teacher some things like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

This habit also starts with a banquet after the national teacher and the emperor were together.

In the past, most of the national teachers came from Zhongming Dingshijia. They studied enlightenment after great scholars since childhood. Therefore, during the banquet, officials from Nanyuan Middle School were accustomed to classifying national teachers as civil servants.

At the banquet, civil servants can only play tricks.

What is the theme of drinking and writing poems and paintings with a certain item.

When the interest comes, I will give you a piece or two of appreciation for the music played by the piano player.

The atmosphere was very good at the beginning, but when I arrived at the national teacher, it suddenly became cold.

Although the emperor later came forward to relieve the siege and said that it was the first time the national teacher attended such a banquet, and he was not used to it, everyone was still a little confused.

The national teacher is a person who is unyielding and finds that he lacks greatness in this regard, so he naturally has to put in hard work on tutoring.

After all, he is not a baby of five or six years old. If he goes to invite the attendant with great fanfare, the national teacher himself will not be able to save face.

The emperor saw what the national teacher thought at a glance, so he volunteered to become the teacher.

At the beginning, the national teacher once thought it was troublesome and wanted to give up.

However, Mr. He was very capable, and this method of reward and punishment made the national teacher flushed and shyly persevere.

When he arrived at the bedroom, the emperor was not there. The national master looked at the time and guessed that this person should be in the imperial study room and did not bother him.

When I walked to the desk, I happened to see an unfinished word on the desk.

My eyes turned around and picked up the brush that was placed aside, and wrote down the words.

After a while, the other half of the characters were added.

"No, there has been progress." As soon as the national master put down his brush, he heard a man's admiration coming from behind him.

Turning his head, I realized that at some point the emperor had already walked behind him.

After all, it was because in the emperor's bedroom, the emperor's aura was surrounded by the emperor's aura, which made the national teacher relax his vigilance.

"Just make progress?" The national teacher raised his eyebrows and looked at the words placed on the table.

If the uninformed person sees it, it may be impossible to tell that it was from the hands of two people.

"I was wrong, it must be very perfect, and it is comparable to me." The emperor was refuted, and he was not angry.

From behind the national master, he wrapped his entire master in his arms, then grabbed the national master's hand, held the pen, and left the signature in the lower left corner of the paper.

"This is almost the same." The national master hummed proudly and obediently let the emperor control his hands.

This posture reminded the national teacher of the scene where he had just learned to write with the emperor more than a year ago.

If you say that the calligraphy of the national teacher was not ugly in the past, it could be seen in the eyes of outsiders, but it was a bit too difficult to read in front of everyone in calligraphy.

But the emperor studied under great scholars, and he practiced this calligraphy since childhood.

After seeing the comparison of his handwriting with the emperor, the national teacher asked the emperor to teach him without hesitation.

The emperor did not hide his own personal information. In just one year, the national teacher's handwriting was comparable to that of the emperor.

"After a while, someone will be framed and then hung on the wall." After writing the signature, the emperor placed his chin on the neck of the national teacher, lowered his eyes and looked at the words in front of him, very satisfied.

"There is no need to be so exaggerated?" The national teacher felt a little embarrassed. Looking at the words on the table, he felt that it seemed a bit ordinary no matter how he looked at it.

"How can it be said to be exaggerated? This is our Ziyu's work." The emperor murmured in the ear of the national teacher.

The ambiguous tone and movement made the national teacher's face turn slightly red, but he did not refute the emperor's proposal.

What happened later was somewhat out of control by both of them.

After a while, two figures in the room were intertwined, leaving only the breathing and spring scenery in the room.

After hearing the movement, the slaves serving outside the hall were accustomed to taking two steps forward, closing the door of the hall, and at the same time thinking about how long it would take to wait this time before they could calm down.

From the reactions of the servants outside the hall, we can see that this is not the first time that such a thing has happened.

Of course, it won't be the last time.

It was under such circumstances that Fu Tingshen woke up from his dream.

"Um……"

As soon as he moved, he heard the moans of the people beside him. When he opened his eyes, he saw Li Xingchen's sleeping side face.

Perhaps because of feeling Fu Tingshen's sight, Li Xingchen unconsciously leaned against Fu Tingshen's arms.

Finally, he stuffed his whole body into Fu Tingshen's arms, and after sighing with satisfaction, he continued to fall asleep.

Looking at Li Xingchen's series of actions, Fu Tingshen reached out to circle the human ring and felt the warm body temperature in his arms. For a moment, Fu Tingshen couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a reality now.

Since he dreamed that the national master called the emperor's name two days ago and knew that the emperor and he had the same name and surname, Fu Tingshen felt some doubts in his heart.

Some things may be in a daze when you are not aware of them. Once you have doubts, the fog in front of you seems to begin to dissipate gradually.

After waking up from the dream today, Fu Tingshen felt more certain about his suspicion:

Could that emperor be the same person as him?

After all, the same name, same body shape, same habits and even the same handwriting...

Where can there be so many coincidences in the world?

The only thing that made Fu Tingshen regret was that he could never see the entire appearance of the national teacher and the emperor in his dream.

"What time is it?" Just as Fu Tingshen was thinking about it, Li Xingchen's slightly hoarse inquiry sounded in his ears.

"It's less than seven o'clock." Fu Tingshen grabbed the cell phone beside him and answered in a low voice.

During this period, he was neither disciplined nor restrained in his dreams. The most direct consequence was that his biological clocks went on strike one after another.

In the past, two people who had not yet gotten up at six o'clock had become the norm for sleeping until □□.

That is, after getting used to it these two days, I woke up earlier.

"It's time to get up. I'm going to audition today!" Li Xingchen sat up from the bed, scratched his head, and muttered in a low voice.

"That Republic of China drama?" Fu Tingshen raised his eyebrows. He also heard An Weiyang report on the audition.

"Yes, this time it's the male lead, I don't know if I can pass." Li Xingchen lifted the quilt and walked off the bed.

Because of the random mess at night, Li Xingchen did not have any extra clothes on his body.

The beautiful shoulder blades, slightly sunken spine, slender waist, and looming waist were all displayed in front of Fu Tingshen's eyes as Li Xingchen's movements.

However, Mr. Fu Qi didn't enjoy this kind of beauty for too long, because Li Xingchen turned around and walked into the cloakroom beside him.
To be continued...