The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 14 Make yourself useful if you don't want to die

He raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yu, his black and thick crow feather eyelashes trembled, and his voice floated: "I... I have no money, what should I do if I don't have money?"

Xiao Yu withdrew his hand, stunned by his sudden words, "When did I care about your asking for money?"

The eighth prince showed shame, "Just now you said in front of so many people that I would give you money to set up a porridge shed, but I have no money, so you will have to pay for it yourself?"

Xiao Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Is it because you are worried about this that you lost your mind?"

The eighth prince nodded, then shook his head, looking lonely.

His thin white fingers squeezed the edge of his sleeves, "I... I am a useless prince. Choosing you today is equivalent to breaking with those ministers. I'm afraid..."

Xiao Yu withdrew his expression slightly, sat down beside him, and just looked at him like this, which made the Eighth Prince feel uncomfortable.

"You think you're useless?"

The Eighth Prince was about to nod, but Xiao Yu suddenly raised his voice, and asked in a cold voice: "Do you really think you are useless? Then why do you live? Why didn't you go with your mother when she died? In the cold palace, even a eunuch can step on you and make you look bad, why are you still alive?"

The eighth prince was shocked. Xiao Yu had always been very gentle in front of him. Even if he was angry, he was not angry. This was the first time she lost her temper with him. What should I say.

But his mind had turned on his own, and he blurted out: "Why should I die?"

Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, "What do you think? Don't you think you are useless?"

"Do you have to die if you don't use it?"

In the deepest part of the Eighth Prince's heart, something suddenly loosened and broke through the ground.

Xiao Yu looked at him coldly, his eyes were like two pools of cold water, and he felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet when he was stared at.

"Yes, you will die if you are useless."

A word without emotion tore apart the fragile warmth between the two. The Eighth Prince suddenly stood up, fisted his hands, and squeezed tightly, "You want me to die?"

Xiao Yu chuckled lightly, like ice shattered, and the spring breeze passed by, and said softly: "My Highness, I naturally don't want you to die, so, please work hard to be useful, please? As long as you are not a fool, We can stand upright in this dynasty, and will not be bullied by others in the future, only others will bow their heads and bow their heads, and there is no reason for you to bow your knees, do you understand?"

The eighth prince is not stupid. Although he has never studied the Four Books and Five Classics seriously, how can he have a little white lotus who grew up in the palace?

Now he and Xiao Yu are grasshoppers on the same rope, both will prosper, and both will suffer. Since the fate of being a puppet cannot be changed, at least he will only be a puppet of one person, commanding tens of thousands of people!
Suddenly a cluster of fire ignited in his eyes, it was ambition, it was desire, it was the hot blood of a young man.

Xiao Yu watched his changes with satisfaction, people, only the poor would want to change, but it is good to be able to think about changes, and she doesn't need to waste her time cultivating those who accept death meekly, they are a waste after all.

"I understand. I will ask my master to give me more guidance in the future."

The eighth prince bowed to Xiao Yu, and Xiao Yu accepted it without hesitation. When the eighth prince straightened up, she said: "You will stay with me during this time. When my father is buried, we will prepare you The enthronement ceremony, from now on, you will be the new emperor of Daqian, you have to be brave, you will see today's scene many times in the future, if you are scared like this every time, won't it make people laugh when you say it? "

The Eighth Prince's face became hot and red again.

"Ah."

"His Royal Highness, raise your head up. You are an emperor. It is not a good habit to always bow your head when you are going to kneel before the officials in the future."

The Eighth Prince raised his head and tried to stand up straighter, Xiao Yu nodded: "This is very good, when you return to the palace, I will find someone to teach you court etiquette."

As she said that, she didn't know what to think of, she suddenly smiled, with a bit of teasing in her eyes, "His Highness's name is Jun Rong?"

The Eighth Prince was stunned, didn't he just talk about business?Why did you mention your name all of a sudden?
He returned to his dazed look again, "Ang."

Xiao Yu supported his chin with one hand, his sleeves slid down, revealing a white and tender wrist, "Well, Rong Rong."

The Eighth Prince's body went numb, and a strange feeling filled his heart, the tips of his ears quickly turned red, and his neck slowly turned crimson.

His mother and concubine had never called him so intimately!

Seeing Jun Rong's embarrassing appearance, Xiao Yu's heart softened, and he patted the stool: "Sit down, Rong Rong, I'll give you medicine, Jiang Wei just now was neither serious nor serious, I'm afraid of the injury on your scalp It's broken again, come here."

Jun Rong sat over helplessly, Xiao Yu said to Tsing Yi who was guarding the door: "Go and get the ointment."

"Yes."

Tsing Yi went to the inner room and took out the ointment and handed it to Xiao Yu: "My lord."

Xiao Yu took it, waved her to go down, dug a little out in the palm of his hand and rubbed it open, then dipped a little bit with his fingers and applied it on Junrong's head, the familiar cool feeling made Junrong's body tense, and then he relaxed again .

The room was silent, neither of them spoke.

After finishing painting, Xiao Yu went to wash her hands, Jun Rong looked at her porcelain-white side face, and suddenly asked, "I still don't know what the name of the Taifu is?"

Xiao Yu was startled, turned around and smiled at him: "Xiao Yu."

"Is it the jade of beautiful jade?"

Jun Rong looked at her and thought, it really looks like a piece of jade.

Xiao Yu shook his head: "No, it's Jin Yu's Yu."

Jun Rong looked bewildered, apparently not knowing which word it was.

"I... my mother and concubine didn't teach me anything, I don't know this word."

It may be that what he just said has worked, he no longer speaks so slowly, hesitating, and he is not so ashamed to mention his shortcomings, this time he dared to look Xiao Yu in the eyes and say that he is illiterate.

Xiao Yu noticed this change in him and was happy to see the result. He wiped his hands and walked over, "Then follow me to the study, and I will teach you how to write. Can you write your own name?"

"Not written."

Jun Rong shook his head and said hesitantly: "My mother was born as a dancer, she is very beautiful, but apart from her outstanding dancing skills, she can't read a single word, she can speak and write, and she has no patience to teach me."

"That's it, then I'll teach you from the beginning, let's go."

She put on a big cloak and took Junrong's fox fur and put it on for him.

Jun Rong obediently did not hide.

Before going out, Xiao Yu suddenly paused, turned back and took the hand stove and stuffed it into Jun Rong's hand, "If you want to be a good emperor, you must first take care of your body, you are too thin, you don't look like ten years old at all, but like Seven or eight years old."

The Eighth Prince looked up at Xiao Yu, and suddenly realized that he was really a head shorter than Xiao Yu.

He pursed his lips, feeling a little unhappy.

He's obviously three years older than him, so even if he's better than him in everything, he's still taller than him?
　Rongrong is a native child, with the immaturity and naivety of a child, and forced to grow up quickly, so she is very sensitive and somewhat inferior
　　
　
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