Vol 2 Chapter 69:

In the quilt, Chu Wuqing could feel the man's exaggerated palm covering his protective shell, with an unclear meaning, his fingertips slid down the top of his head, from the neck to the spine to the hard-to-open teeth, even The feeling of the silk quilt is still distinct.
"Apprentice," the man's lips were close to the top of his head, and he breathed through the silk quilt with a scent of loose ink, "Master is going to peel it, it's the line that I just crossed."
Chu Wuqing trembled slightly, only feeling that his consciousness became more and more unclear. His soul seemed to merge with the little Hou in this environment, and his hands were firmly holding the quilt.
But where is the strength of a man he can resist, the first ray of light shines in, and then the whole head is exposed.
After being covered in the quilt for a long time, the snow-white skin glowed with a peach blossom-like thin red, and the tears in his eyes had not yet dried, that is, I looked at Chu Yun's sparsely close face and slender eyelashes with fear and hatred. Shaking and shaking.
"Get out, get out," he scolded bitterly, "I will definitely expose you to my father!"
"What's my true face?" Chu Yunshu's laughter became more gentle, his fingers hooked the little apprentice's puffed cheeks, and whispered in a whisper that only two people could hear, and said, "Forcing you to take medicine. ?"
The brisk laughter fell into Chu Wuqing's ears, only making him more frightened, but his physical strength was so weak that he couldn't resist at all.
The man’s lips are too close to his skin. As long as he moves a little, his earlobe and his cheek will stick to the man’s mouth, making him dare not even swear, but his angry eyes are more and more glaring. Big, sore and swollen corners of the eyes, tears came out accidentally.
Shameful.
There was a sudden cold on his face, and a slippery thing licked his cheek.
"You don’t flick when a man has tears, Wuqing, why are you crying," Chu Yun sighed, "As your master, your father taught you to me, hoping to get rid of your delicate habits. I can't indulge you."
The man’s tongue licked from his cheek to his eyelashes.
"Isn't there no tears?"
Chu Wuqing dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, tears in his eyes were tightly wrapped, and he refused to fall, his eyes were red. The more angry he was, the more disgusted he became.
Chu Yun slid his ten-finger slender hands and peeled off the quilt from him irresistibly, because he was lying on the bed with a sickness, but Chu Wuqing was wearing a set of white shirt.
In the hot summer days, the coat is made of cicada wing yarn, which is slightly transparent.
The messy hair went deep into the half-open collar, and the white jade skin was looming.
Mr. Chu Yunshu’s eyes were filled with gentle care, holding the medicine in his hand, "Did you take it off by yourself and let me help you, or did you take it off for your teacher."
The voice is gentle to the extreme, but there is no room for resistance and the third answer.
"I, I wiped it myself..." Chu Wuqing gritted his teeth, but before he could finish speaking, the man's palm suddenly grabbed his waist and turned him over, showing him kneeling on the desk. Posture.

Chu Yunshu's medicine healed very quickly, but the shame of applying the medicine was something that Chu Wuqing would never forget.
"How can I be so perverted? It’s even worse than the last dream. This Chu Yunshu clearly treated me as a woman," Chu Wuqing muttered secretly, pretending to be carrying a book, "Is it because I humiliated Chu Yunzhi , That's why I dreamed that Chu Yun Shulai would avenge his second personality and want to humiliate him back?"
Six days have passed since that day of applying the medicine. As long as Chu Yunshu is in front of him, he will be confused and have the illusion that he is really the young master of Cheng'en Hou Mansion.
These days, he also tried to cultivate, but he couldn't even feel a little spiritual energy. He seemed to be a completely mortal.
"What to do, I don't know if Linyi encountered such a trial back then, how did he break it?" Chu Wuqing sighed, unable to practice, and there is no spirit stone to play with the formation, even he even had a pot Water can't afford it, let alone a sword, and there is no way to break the illusion. Wouldn't it be great if he had known that he would not want to be the top prize, and pass the kendo pass safely and leave after getting the spirit?
"Wuqing! What are you doing again?" A harsh middle-aged man scolded.
Chu Wuqing only felt sweaty, and immediately corrected his attitude and started reading. Although the original owner was spoiled by his grandmother, his father was extremely strict.
"Mr. Chu left less than three days, you have become so slack, I have to find a few more masters to discipline you strictly." Cheng Enhou frowned.
"No!" Chu Wuqing was stunned.
The day before yesterday, the palace decreed that Chu Yunshu would once again be the prince and prince, and at the same time teach the emperor to the other princes who had reached the age of ten. Only then did he finally have time to think about how to crack the illusion in front of him. If he is really guarded by several masters and memorizing writing, then he will not be trapped in the illusion for the rest of his life!
Looking down at Cheng Enhou’s intimidating gaze, Chu Wuqing hurriedly remedied,
I can’t bear to be a teacher for one day and a lifetime. I really can’t bear Mr. Chu. If Mr. Chu can keep teaching me, maybe I will be a talented person next year. Mr. Daen is not unforgettable. After changing to another master, I will only feel betrayed and feel guilty in my heart, and even more unable to concentrate on studying."
"Really?" Cheng Enhou stroked the goatee under his skeleton, "Nonsense!"
Chu Wuqing bowed and saluted, "What the child said is true. It has been less than three days since Mr. has left, and the child has not thought about eating and drinking, how can he read the book?" Yes, he even drank porridge in order to figure out a solution. No more.
As for Chu Yunshu? He said that he missed it again, might Cheng Enhou rob someone from the emperor? Let the prince and master come to teach his son?
"It's so good," Cheng Enhou nodded, "Today, your cousin told me to let you study with you in the palace so that you can continue to receive Master Chu's influence. I was afraid that you could not stand the life in the palace and your studies. I don't want to make progress, the door is the last to the bottom, I humiliate me and dare not agree. Since you can have this self-motivated, I will give up this old face, now go to the prince, you will roll into the palace tomorrow morning."
"what!?"

Chu Wuqing glanced at Chu Yunshu who was standing above, then looked at the surrounding eunuchs and court ladies, as well as his prince cousins, and he was slightly relieved.
In any case, Chu Yunshu did not dare to mess around in the study room.
"Each of you write an "Preface to the Collection of Orchid Pavilion" and hand it in," Chu Yunshu arranged.
Although he is a monk, a big family like the Chu family will not fail to teach their children piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Chu Wuqing's characters have survived two lives, and they are even more vigorous and full of style.
He grabbed his sleeves and held up his pen, holding it so smoothly, just standing there and not writing, it reminds people of a snow-born plum. The afternoon sun hit him, coated with a soft halo like a mist, and the whole person looked unreal.
It seems to fly away in the wind at any time.
The prince took a deep breath. He always knew that his little cousin was good-looking. Which time he went out didn't cause all the women in the city to run around and watch. Chaihuan fruit was smashed without money.
But I never knew it could look good like this.
The cousin of the past was beautiful in his skin, but now he has a demeanor that cannot be described in words and poetry, a charm that makes people unable to remove his eyes from him.
Lin Fengzhilan, Jiaoruo Yushu, in the past he couldn't imagine the beauty of the ancient celebrities depicted in this way, until now he understands... because these two words are not worthy of cousin.
The prince couldn’t help but shift his gaze to Chu Wuqing’s hands. They were a pair of hands that were born to hold a pen. His five fingers were slender, and every inch of texture was born to the right degree, covering his finger bones without being fat or thin. It is not good to lose one point, only this is perfect.
Plum sticks are proud, ice and snow condenses the skin.
He held the pen, and people couldn't help feeling that this pen would write endless romantic chapters.
The tip of Chu Wuqing's brush has just touched the rice paper...Everyone's eyes fell on his paper.
Flying dragon and phoenix, all in one go-after finishing the pen, it was extremely ugly, crooked lines of characters... even three characters were wrong.
The prince... the prince was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. Even when he was only learning to write, he had never written such ugly characters!
"Cousin...you," the prince couldn't believe it.
"Hahahahaha, cousin, if I show your words to my father, my father will never scold me for being ugly every time I meet." The youngest sixth prince triumphed, "cousin, you Don't be discouraged, if you practice for another ten or twenty years, you will surely reach my level."
Chu Wuqing's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, where is his word, it is clearly the original owner, Chu Yunshu, he must have influenced him again!
Sure enough, in the next moment, a familiar figure was already standing in front of his desk.
Because of the arrival of the husband, the ridicule around them stopped. They did not dare to worship the Prince Shao Fu, who had once entered the court, but retreated rapidly after becoming the first assistant.
Their father would never support them, he would only double punish them.
What's more, although Mr. Chu doesn't have any real positions now, half of the civil servants in the court are from his sect.
Among the Shilin outside the imperial court, Mr. Chu is a model for all Qingliu, and he is called the celebrity among the celebrities.
Fourteen-year-old champion, twenty-year-old in the cabinet, twenty-three first assistants, less than thirty resigned and returned to his hometown, a year later he was personally invited back by the emperor to teach the prince, but he did not contaminate any political affairs.
I don't know how many celebrities were born madly, because he was a man of genius, but he was overwhelmed by the style of the court, and how many poems he wrote.
The princes looked away quietly, and practiced the calligraphy properly.
"Teacher," Chu Wuqing pretended to be respectful, "students will practice calligraphy well."
Chu Yun dipped his finger lightly in the tea, and wrote three transparent characters, "Smelly hooligan."
Chu Wuqing's face burned red. This person was obviously mocking his disguise. Last time, it was all kinds of rogue and perverted swear words. Now he has become a teacher.
Too much deception!
Humph, Chu Wuqing raised his eyes and looked provocatively...Yes, you are a stinky rascal, but you are still a stinky rascal when you change a place. How, here is the study room, you think the little master will still be afraid of you in the dark and shameless The pervert?
Stop writing, Chu Wuqing threw the pen and simply sat down.
"Wuqing, you can't practice writing well like this," Chu Yunshu's expression was stern, but his stern voice was overflowing with the teacher's loving care.
The broad palm covered Chu Wuqing's slender five fingers, and from behind he held the hand of the inferior, forcing him to hold the pen again.
All this happened so quickly that there was no time to resist!
Chu Wuqing fell into the man's chest. His thin body was completely wrapped by the man from behind, and he was firmly imprisoned. His breath was filled with bursts of pine ink from the man's body.
"Apprentice," he whispered, the man chuckled, his deep breath fell on Chu Wuqing's round and small earlobes, "let my teacher teach you how to write stinky rascals."