Yu Wan Chun Nong

Cheng Yiwan held the notebook in her hand, her heart beating like a drum. She already had a guess in her heart, but she never thought that the power brought to her by the words would be so deep.

On the night of the first full moon in the Southern Dynasties, Changsun Jing thought he would be able to spend it safely. When the eunuch in charge of delivering his meals threw his only mooncake on the ground and crushed it for him to eat, He knew that the days to come would not be too ordinary.

He is a proton, but he also represents the Northern Kingdom. These eunuchs and court ladies still dare not bully him too blatantly. Being able to do so means that there are people behind this eunuch who ordered him, otherwise he would not have behaved like this.

"Oh, this is a pastry from the imperial dining room. It's a pity to drop it on the ground. Eat it, proton."

The eunuch had a mocking face, then raised his foot and stepped on the mooncake on the sole of his foot, crushing it to pieces. He looked at the mooncake that had turned into crumbs, lowered his eyes and squatted down.

This is a royal gift, even if it is thrown into the swill, he can't refuse it.

"Is it because the protons don't eat because we think our pastries in the Southern Dynasty are not as good as those in the Northern Dynasty?"

The eunuch's voice is feminine, male or female, they have been bullied all year round, once they can stand up and become the target of bullying, they will only use more torture methods to retaliate.

Although the eldest grandson Jing in front of him did nothing wrong, he still had to bear their revenge.

They watched him stretch out his hand to pick up the mooncake residue that fell into the soil, and ate it into his mouth bit by bit. Changsun Jing looked up at them and smiled and asked, "The mooncakes from the Southern Dynasty are the best I've ever eaten. "

The smile on Zhitong's face was so dazzling, they didn't see any humiliation and unwillingness in his eyes, but were completely happy.

"This, is this man a fool?"

The headed eunuch was full of panic, and when he finished his last bite, he left in a panic.

Changsun Jing looked at their panicked backs and was a little puzzled. He was just eating, so why should he be afraid of being like this? Didn't they let him eat?

Seeing this, Cheng Yiwan couldn't help feeling a little tingling in his heart. This year, the grandson Jing was only eight years old. If it was an ordinary family, the child might not know what he was doing.

But he left his hometown and came to another strange country far away from his own country, where he was bullied by others.

Because it was Beiguo's initiative to send him here in order to seek peace.

She raised her hand to read through the envelopes, and finally found the record when he was ten years old.

"In November of the last year of Yi, there was little snow. This year's winter came very early, and even the snow fell very quickly. '

When he woke up, the entire palace had already been covered in fine snow. He stood at the door, reaching out to catch the falling light snowflakes. This was the third year he had spent in the Southern Dynasties.

Seasons change, time turns, and he grows up gradually. The emperors of the Southern Dynasty seem to have forgotten his existence, maybe even the Northern Kingdom doesn't remember that they still have a prince in the Southern Dynasty.

It was as if he had been forgotten by the world, and no one would remember him anymore.

In the first two years, those princes and princesses took pleasure in bullying him, but he was never annoyed, never angry, and always smiled. After that, they found it boring, and no one teased him anymore.

Changsun Jing didn't know why they didn't care about him anymore. Didn't the concubine mother say that as long as she greeted her with a smile forever, she wouldn't be bullied?

But why do they always call him a fool, he is not a fool, he can write and read poetry, no one listens to his explanation, they just call him a fool who will not fight back when he is bullied.

Over time, he was completely forgotten here.

It was snowing outside, and the winter chill couldn't stop creeping into his collar. He listened to the sound of reading outside. It was a place for princes and princesses in the Southern Dynasty palace to study, and he couldn't go there.

He sat under the eaves, listening to the sound of reading, and refused to enter the palace despite the wind and snow. His mother and concubine said that only by reading good books can one travel thousands of miles.

But here he is, no one taught him how to read, nor gave him this opportunity, so he can only listen to it, and then remember these verses in his heart one by one.

On New Year's Eve, he watched the flaming red lanterns hanging in the imperial palace of the Southern Dynasty, and watched the fireworks set off in the distance. There was laughter and joy there, but his place was lonely.

For the first time in so many years, he opened the palace door and walked to the seat of the school. Tonight is New Year's Eve. Everyone celebrated in the front hall, and the school was quiet and no one was there.

Changsun Jing looked up at the high wall of the school, and climbed up the old tree beside it. It was the first time in his life that he saw what the school looked like.

There was a towering tree in the yard, surrounded by corridors, and inside was the school. There were neatly arranged books on the desk. He walked over and leaned on the window to look at the layout inside.

"No, I remember I was locked, how did you get in."

An old man's voice came from behind him, which made him turn around in a hurry. The old man was leaning on a cane, his eyes were a little cloudy. Before he could speak, he saw the old man smiled and said, "Come in with me."

He walked in first, lit the candles on the table, and the room lit up for a moment: "You are the proton of the North Kingdom."

Changsun Jing always kept a distance from him. He didn't know who the old man in front of him was, but the old man had a kind smile on his face, which he had never seen since the death of his mother and concubine.

"The bracelet you are wearing is unique to the North Country. Although my eyes are not very useful, I can still see clearly."

After the old man finished speaking, the young boy in front of him knelt down suddenly: "You, are you the master of the school?"

"Can you teach me to read? My concubine said that only by reading can I see the world's scenery. I want to read."

He kowtowed firmly to the old man, and the old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Are you reading just to see the world's scenery? But there are no such scenery in the book."

"But reading can give you the ability to see all the scenery in the world, but this road is boring, and you need to endure loneliness. Are you still willing?"

Royal children rarely have patience, and how much they can learn depends on themselves. The princes who are valued by the emperor naturally have masters who are more powerful than him to teach them.

He has been guarding this school for decades, and he taught the current emperor. Unfortunately, he can only live here as a teacher because he is full of ambitions.

"I am willing."

Changsun Jing nodded suddenly, seeing the old man's smile deepened and said: "My name is Chang Xuan, they call me Master Chang, what about you?"

"Changsun Jing, my name is Changsun Jing."

Chang Xuan squinted his eyes and said in thought: "You don't have a watch, why don't you let me get one for you."

"You have a lot of bad luck. You left your hometown at a young age but you can still maintain a sincere heart. Then you can call it Shangyu. The word Yu is the name of a beast in myths and legends. It is a kind beast. I hope that the road you will take in the future Bright and smooth, carefree.”