Those Years In Quest Of Honour Mine

Yu She sat quietly, listening to Zhong Wan reading the script with a natural expression.

The folk script, no matter how good it is in front of the two, is a bit rough, and there are some incompatibility and difficulty, Zhong Wan can correct it on the spot when he reads it, but I did not expect that Yu Xiaowang will never forget, and has already memorized it word by word, so Every time I heard his proofreading, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

In comparison, Zhong Wan is like sitting on pins and needles.

Forget the front, but after reading, Zhong Wan relied on his own ability to love people, skipped a few sentences, and then polished the front and back, delusional to hide from the sky.

It is a pity that I can't fool Yu She.

Yu She sipped his tea and interrupted him: "You missed one sentence...turn it back and reread it."

Zhong Wan: "..."

"I saw that the clothes were as thin as the frost on the leaves in late autumn, and there was only one layer of haziness. Zhong Qing couldn't hold it anymore. He..." Zhong Wan closed his eyes and calmed down, opened his eyes and continued reading, "Zhong Qing He He……"

Yu She looked at Zhong Wan in time, with a bit of wit in his eyes.

Zhong Wan finally couldn't stretch herself anymore, and slammed the book onto the table, "He doesn't want to read it!"

Yu She couldn't hold it, and laughed muffledly.

Zhong Wan's ears were slightly red, he turned his head and looked out the window, grinning his teeth, "You used to...obviously didn't understand anything..."

"Later I understood everything." Yu She smiled for a while before stopping, "But unfortunately, you have already left."

Zhong Wan didn't understand, "But...what a pity?"

"Nothing." Yu She picked up the script and flattened the crease on the cover that was thrown by Zhong Wan. "Does it look good?"

Zhong Wan gritted his teeth: "Okay, look."

Yu She smiled: "I'll give you some more when I turn around."

Zhong Wan's voice trembled, "You... have many more?"

Yu She nodded, "Naturally, there are more than a dozen bookshelves in the bookcases of Prince Yu's study, which are filled with your and me words. There are many better-looking books than this one."

Zhong Wan: "..."

A faint light flashed in Yu She's eyes, "There are more than this gorgeous..."

"Prince Yu, he..." Zhong Wan looked at Yu She in disbelief, "Does his old man know that his study in his mansion is filled with words from his son and other wild men?"

Yu She nodded cheerfully: "Naturally knows."

Zhong Wan said with difficulty: "Didn't... kill you?"

Yu She shook his head: "He has never done anything to me."

Zhong Wan didn't give up: "Where is the princess? Where is the emperor?"

Yu She smiled: "No one can control me."

Zhong Wan murmured: "I can see..."

The smile on Yu She’s face gradually dissipated, “It’s just a collection of textbooks and nothing else. They are very content and will not care about me too much... Everyone knows, let me relax, It’s okay to do it...maybe more troublesome."

Zhong Wanxin said, for example, to play for Emperor Chong'an, asking for your position as the son of the world.Another example is the self-invitation to lead troops in northern Xinjiang, making the relationship between Prince Yu's Mansion and Emperor Chong'an tense.

Zhong Wan looked at Yu She with a complicated expression, and wanted to know what happened over the years.

"You can't..." Zhong Wan couldn't help but said, "Good?"

Yu She raised his eyes to look at Zhong Wan and smiled: "No."

Without waiting for Zhong Wan to ask why, Yu She said again: "I said...I just want everyone to have a hard time."

"This book is for you." Yu She suddenly issued an eviction order, "Let's go."

Zhong Wan was not in a hurry. He slowly packed up Old Lady Shi's handwritten copy, wrapped it up so that he could hug it, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Tao Fu Shi..."

Yu She looked at Zhong Wan.

Zhong Wan said, "The old lady... once told me about you."

Yu She raised his eyebrows: "That old thing doesn't like me... never swears by me. What did he say to me?"

Zhong Wan looked down: "Ziyou is different from Wangye Yu, with good disposition."

Yu She seemed to be very disdainful, "When did he say that?"

It was Zhong Wanchun who happened to chat with Shi Jin about Yu Sheshi when he was staying in Shifu before the test.

Zhong Wan concealed the truth, secretly squeezed a sweat, and gambled: "It was mentioned in the letter from the Tai Fu to me when I went to Qian'an for the first year."

Yu She was noncommittal and didn't care, "So that's it...If he could live to this day, he probably wouldn't think so."

Zhong Wan was sure that what happened to Yu She in the first year he left Beijing.

After coming out of Cangshu Pavilion, Xuan Congxin had just been sent out by his servant, and the two returned to Qian'an Palace together.

In the study, Zhong Wan frowned while holding the script.

In the first year he left, everything was well in Beijing, what can Yu She encounter?So that his temperament changed drastically?

Or... what did he know?

Could it be that his life experience is really as rumored, a bit strange, and he happened to know the inside story at this time?

But this doesn't make sense, even if he is really the bastard of Emperor Chong'an, can this force him to be like this?

The current Yu She is crazy and doesn't want to make anyone feel better. This "anyone" also includes Lord Yu.

Prince Yu treats him like a parent, and it is very unlucky to raise his son for others. Why should he be retaliated by Yu Yan?

Zhong Wan deeply remembered that Yu She, seven years ago, obviously respected his father, and was very filial to Princess Anguo.

Zhong Wan turned back and forth while holding the words, feeling a mess in his heart.

Good Ziyou...what is going on?

"I didn't drive him crazy back then..." Zhong Wan muttered to herself, "This kind of person... could completely collapse because of something, and didn't even want to live, so I wanted to eat Hanshisan..."

At the same moment, Yu She leaned on the imperial concubine couch by the window in the other courtyard of the Prince Yu's mansion, whistling lightly, teasing a bird hanging on the porch.

"Shizi." Steward Feng came over with a fox fur blanket, and put it on his lap for Yu She, "It's cold outside, please close the window after a while."

"No hurry." Yu She ordered, "Get me two books, the ones on the shelf, whatever."

Thinking of the books on the shelf, Manager Feng had a toothache, but he fetched them honestly.

After a short while, Yu She raised his hand to take it and said, "I saw Zhong Wan again in the palace."

Steward Feng's expression changed. To him, the words "Zhong Wan" were evil demon barriers.

Yu She looked up at him and smiled, "Don't worry... he is much better than before."

Yu She gently rubbed the cover of the script in his hand, "I know the general situation very well, and take the overall situation into consideration. I have been frivolous for a long time...In order not to sin against me, I actually endured it."

Steward Feng pretended to be deaf. As he hadn't heard the word "frivolity", he said, "Isn't this very good? It's all grown-ups, of course it can't be like when I was a child."

Steward Feng figured out Yu She's thoughts, and said: "But...Speaking of it, it's just a little unruly appearance that appeals to people. If you really lose your temper, then...it won't be interesting."

"No." Yu She didn't think so at all, "It's equally interesting."

Steward Feng, I thought Master Zhong, I helped you.

Yu She blew his whistle, led the bird outside the window to scream, and teased for a while, "When Zhong Wan came to our mansion in the first half of the year, once, I bet with him and lost... You know, what happened to me? No, I don’t know anything. Whatever I play with him is played around by him. If I lose, I allow him to take him out to breathe."

Yu She looked at the heavy snow outside the window and slowly said, "We went to Zhenbaozhai in the west of the city, and happened to meet the youngest son of Mr. Shi, the young master Shi Hong who was more rigid than his father."

"When Shi Hong saw Zhong Wan, his nose was not his nose, and his eyes were not eyes, he asked him harshly..."

"Obviously, I have obtained fame and fame, and I have a place in front of the imperial court, but I cannot testify for King Ning to reverse the case. It is incompetent."

"As the righteous son of King Ning, he was nurtured by King Ning, but after King Ning died, he didn't wear filial piety, and there was no sorrow on his face. It was disloyal and unfilial."

"The lonely orphan of King Ning is now in a state of anxiety all day long. As a righteous brother, but without any help, he is ungrateful."

"To live for the sake of the world and to commit ourselves to the enemy's son is a shameful shame."

Shi Hong's sonorous and righteous reproach is still in my ears: "A person like you... actually has the face to live in the world!"

Mr. Feng didn’t know that there was still this incident, and he was trembling with anger: “Why did he say that?! In that situation, Master Zhong was one and a half older children, what can he do?! The knife went to the Meridian Gate?! To live? He didn't live to live, how did King Ning’s children survive to this day? This Shi Hong..."

"I was trembling with anger..." Yu She looked out the window, "but Zhong Wan didn't refute a word, and instead told Shi Hong, saying that Taifu Shi was old. In the snowy weather, the old man had loose bones and poor legs and feet. Okay, be careful."

Steward Feng looked at Yu She incredulously.

"Later I learned that he went out that day to listen to Wang Ning's children." Yu She looked out the window, "Look...he is such a person."

Such a person is ashamed to show his affection to others.

"Pretend to be obedient, pretend not to care... It's just that the stinking problem is guilty, or pretending to be used to it, it can't be changed."

Yu She opened the book and murmured: "What has changed in him? Obviously not, you see... Even if I let him go later, didn't he leave me some fun?"

Steward Feng looked at the "Two or Three Things About My Sons" in Yu She's hand. He couldn't laugh or cry, and unconsciously remembered what happened six years ago.

Six years ago, also in this other courtyard, Yu She, a young man who knew about the past, shut himself in the room. He had not touched rice water for three days, his head was scattered, his eyes were bloodshot, and he died when he wanted to.

Steward Feng really thought that the young master would trap himself in the room.

Coincidentally, the domestic servant who was sent by the young Yu She to Qian'an to listen to Zhong Wan's situation two months ago returned.

Steward Feng took a picture of the door outside Yu She's bedroom for half an hour, and Yu She, who was not at all popular, pulled the latch open and opened the door.

Juvenile Yu Yan's face was like white paper, with a little blood on his lips, and his voice was hoarse: "How is he...?"

Steward Feng hurriedly grabbed the servant of Fengchen's servant.

The house servant didn't know anything, but when he saw Yu She's look like a ghost, he was so scared that he couldn't say a word.

The young man Yu She sneered. He didn't want to listen any more. Turning around, he was about to close the door. The housekeeper Feng anxiously patted his head on the back of his servant: "Say something!

The domestic servant shivered and said intermittently: "No...I didn't see Master Zhong, but...but I heard and heard a recent rumor from Master Zhong. I heard and heard that Master Zhong was in Qian'an, and he just caught someone. Say, say, say..."

Steward Feng hated that iron could not become steel, and kicked the servant. "What did Master Zhong say?!"

The servant was kicked to the ground, broke the can and knocked his head and cried: "Said Master Zhong! The ruthless and unrighteous Yu Ziyou begins to abandon indiscriminately! Abandon me if you don't get it!"

Juvenile Yu She's eyes were cracked, and after a few breaths, a mouthful of blood that had been frustrated for the past few days was vomited out.

Steward Feng breathed a sigh of relief, slapped him hurriedly, and coaxed: "You can't have anything to do with you, son, if there is something wrong with you, you, you... you and Master Zhong will never be able to tell for a lifetime. He might even give you a filial piety! Sing himself a little widow to the grave! Holding the lead of a survivor, it will depend on you for the rest of your life!"

The teenager Yu She gasped for a long while, and his voice trembled: "He...he really..."

The servant kowtowed: "Really!"

"I'm pooh!" Steward Feng slapped himself in hindsight, "What are you talking about! You must be fine, you! You have to live well just to clean this shit bowl!"

"He He……"

The teenager Yu She "he" didn't say why for a long time, and suddenly gasped and laughed, frantic like a lunatic.

On that day, the teenager Yu She began to eat and take medicine. After another half a month, he was in good health, but his temperament gradually changed.