Those Years In Quest Of Honour Mine

Yu She walked to the table, rubbed the strokes that the tea had avoided with his fingers, and twisted it... it was a thin layer of wax.

Water does not stick to the wax and will naturally avoid it when it is splashed on the table.

The fox sounds the bonfire, and the fish belly collects books.

As classmates, they are all people who have studied for several years under Mr. Shi. Yu She has read a few more years than Zhong Wan. Who is more stupid than who?Even if Yu She is a little worse than Zhong Wan in his schoolwork, he does not even have to recite "Records of the History".

and!

Yu She stretched the crumpled piece of paper in the palm of his hand--it was nothing more than writing these words in seal script in a mysterious way. This was obviously copied by the steward Feng after Zhong Wan wrote it. He painted a gourd according to the gourd drawing, and the description was wrong. Two strokes!

If it's really the sky, can there be white words?!

Yu She was stricken by Zhong Wan’s tinnitus. He stayed up all night and worried that his condition had worsened all night. He imagined many situations and even considered Tuogu’s matters, but never expected...

Yu She was dizzy to make up for sleep. On the other hand, Steward Feng rushed to report to Zhong Wan, rejoicing that the big thing was done, and couldn't help but blame Zhong Wan: "I said just put some wax on the table. You have to get that dead fish, bloody... You are so scared that the world understands it all at once. You said that you are foolproof before. You also said that if you are a woman who enters the palace as a concubine, the other concubine's pants can't be worn, you... …You are not that good."

Zhong Wan held the "Historical Records" with a bitter face, "What are the rules in your family? How old am I? If I make a mistake, I will not be punished for copying or beating the palm of my hand? When I am three years old? He can't use anything that fits our age. Punish me by means of identity?"

Manager Feng didn't understand, so he stayed for a while and asked, "What do you mean? What is a means that suits your age?"

Zhong Wan glanced at the old housekeeper bitterly, but didn't answer.

What do you mean by age?

If Yu She is really angry, he should rush over and tie himself to the bed like this, and then punished himself for three days not to wear clothes and was forced to let him do things in this room, and then punished himself for half a month not to wear indecent clothes. Pants, everywhere in the mansion can be molested by him anytime, anywhere...

Zhong Wan sighed annoyingly, Yu She probably read those words for nothing...

"Master? Master Zhong?" Manager Feng shook his hand in front of Zhong Wan, "What's wrong?"

"No, it can only happen once in a lifetime. I shouldn't think about it too early." Zhong Wan's ears were slightly red, he put away the thoughts in his heart, put the "Historical Records" aside, and took the medicine bowl to drink. I went on, "Okay, the result is good, and it won't drive me away anyway."

Steward Feng nodded: "Yes, master, the bottom of this bowl is still a little bit clean."

Steward Feng stared at Zhong Wan and drank the medicinal soup and got up, "Although you are not in a hurry to copy the book, if the young master is energetic, you might as well write it first, lest the elder son think that your attitude towards confession is not good... I will go first. ."

Steward Feng went to work on his own affairs, and Zhong Wan began to copy the book with a bitter effort.

Time flies, unconsciously, half a month passed.

Lin Si came here secretly once, and told Zhong Wan that Yu She already knew about Tang Qin, Zhong Wan was relieved.

Zhong Wan copied the "Historical Records" ten times, and the "Heart Sutra" also ten times.

Zhong Wan’s cold is almost healed, but the imperial doctor said that he should treat it slowly, so that Zhong Wan could develop the foundation to resist the wind evil, and was not eager to give him medicine. Since he stopped fever, the medicine has been lighter, and he paid it back every day. Asking Zhong Wan to take a pill with invisible color, Zhong Wan swallowed the medicine without knowing it, and asked: "What is this? It's not like medicine...it's a bit sweet and has a little fragrance."

The imperial doctor smiled, without explaining, only said: "This pill will be taken every other day for three to five years..."

Zhong Wan choked: "I contracted a wind chill. I have to treat it for three to five years?!"

The imperial doctor hurriedly said: "Young master, don't worry about it. This is a tonic. The prescription has been read by the emperor, and the pill has also been checked by the emperor. There is no problem. It cures...for the weak, the young master just takes it."

Zhong Wan was skeptical, and said, "Then the troublemaker will let me see the prescription?"

The imperial doctor smiled: "An ancestral prescription, forgive me not to show it to the young master."

Zhong Wan said nonsense, when you have been treating the nobles all the year round, how dare you be ignorant of the prescription?Is this for fear of not being jealous?

Zhong Wan's heart moved, and suddenly remembered what Yu Shezeng had said a few months ago that he should gather thousands of Taoist priests to do it at the same time, and pray that God will let him be pregnant with a child...

Zhong Wan hesitated: "This shouldn't be..."

Zhong Wan was not too embarrassed to say, and whispered in the ear of the imperial physician.

The imperial doctor stiffened, and said with difficulty: "Young Master is too worried."

Zhong Wan smiled and said, "Take you, I will just eat it."

The imperial doctor left another ten pills, bowed back, and went to work with Yu She.

"Eat it?" Yu She's book case was stacked with two tall documents, without raising his head, "Is it effective?"

The imperial doctor whispered: "Master Zhong takes the medicine on time every day, just to be effective...I'm afraid that it won't be possible before. The pills are mostly tonics, and the medicine is mild. It takes a long time to take the medicine to see the effect."

Yu She nodded, "Is he not suspicious?"

The doctor paused and whispered: "Master Zhong just asked me if this is a fetal medicine."

The pen in Yu She's hand slipped, and an ink mark was drawn on the document.

The imperial doctor gave Yu She a bewildered look, thinking about the strange disposition of Prince Yu from the outside world, and cautiously said: "My son, with all due respect, men can't..."

"Stop talking." Yu She threw the paper aside, took a blank one again, waved his hand, "Go."

The imperial doctor slipped cautiously.

As soon as the imperial doctor left, Steward Feng came in.

"Second..."

Yu She looked up, "What's wrong?"

Steward Feng said, "Someone is coming from the palace."

Yu She was smeared, "You just send it, why? You want me to enter the palace?"

"No." Steward Feng whispered, "It's the emperor who wants to preach Master Zhong."

Steward Feng said: "Two days ago, King Qian’an’s younger siblings entered the palace. Originally, the emperor meant to let Master Zhong go with them. I didn’t expect Master Zhong to be here. Seeing that he didn’t go, we asked him a few Sentence. There is a family banquet in the palace today. The four princes and the five princes will all go. The emperor heard that Master Zhong is in our house, so he sent someone to us... I will go and say to Master Zhong, let him change clothes and prepare Into the palace?"

Yu She straightened the tip of the pen and said lightly: "No."

Steward Feng was taken aback: "What?"

Yu She wrote his own, "I can't say it."

Steward Feng laughed: "The emperor told him, how can he not go?"

Yu She seemed to have not heard, so he put aside the clerical workers neatly and neatly wrote them aside, and saw that Steward Feng was still standing beside him, frowning, "I didn't hear what I said?"

Steward Feng was embarrassed and died, "My son, what are you doing? Young Master Zhong hasn't seen the emperor. He has been in the palace several times since he returned to Beijing, and every time he went well, the emperor did not give him back. Did Mrs. Shi's calligraphy and painting come out? It can be seen that there is still some kindness towards Master Zhong..."

Yu She snorted, didn't hear the general, picked up another document and continued to work on his own.

Steward Feng couldn't get up, so he laughed, "What happened to the son?"

Yu She looked down at the document and said to himself, "He didn't want to see Zhongwan... He was taking the opportunity to hit me."

Steward Feng didn't understand.

"I made a deal with him for Zhong Wan that day. He saw that I was making progress and he was naturally happy, but he couldn't help but think of other thoughts..." Yu She picked up the pen again and wrote as he wrote, "I think I am softened. I feel like Zhong Wan can be used to pinch me... Xuan Qiong and Zhong Wan are already in the air. He deliberately let them meet in order to make Xuan Qiong humiliate Zhong Wan, so as to make me wary."

Yu She mocked: "The Emperor's Art..."

Steward Feng was startled, "Then...what should I do?"

"Then let him know, I'm not that easy to control." A little bloodshot gradually appeared in Yu She's eyes, and his tone was as usual. "Finally found my weakness, I am very happy? Huh..."

Steward Feng laughed: "Then you protect him like this, don't you let the emperor see that you care about Master Zhong?"

"I've never evaded this. I'm afraid of knowing it? Don't tell me what he cares about and just cold his bullshit. I'm just that kind of stubborn life." Yu She raised his eyes and smiled suddenly, "I know how to deal with it. Is it? That is to let him know clearly, I just love him, I just want to protect him, if he has a chance, I will do everything."

Yu She laughed at herself: "Who is more crazy than me? Who have I been afraid of? Hasn't he been afraid of me to die? Then...he should also worry about Zhong Wan's safety in the future."

Steward Feng swallowed and understood.

Yu She transferred his weakness to Emperor Chong'an, letting Emperor Chong'an understand that Zhong Wan is fine, Yu She is fine, there is a gap in Zhong Wan, and Yu She will shake the sky.

"Tell the people in the palace." Yu She tossed the paper aside, "Zhong Wan won't go, don't have to come and pass it in the future, the emperor will naturally understand what I mean, and will not deliberately set up this grand banquet to disturb me in the future."

Steward Feng also wanted to persuade you. Although Yu She had long lost love with Emperor Chong'an, there was no need to make it so ugly. He was the emperor after all.

Without waiting for him to say more, Yu She said again: "I have been thinking a lot a few days ago."

Steward Feng looked up: "Huh?"

Yu She whispered: "I suspected that I was completely crazy that day, and after a few thoughts, I thought if I had any chance, who could entrust Zhong Wan to."

"I thought about it all night, but no one thought of it."

"All these years...I don't know what life I've been, and I can't even find a person who has given it to Gu."

Yu She said indifferently, "You don't have to persuade me to act gracefully. People who have nothing to rely on can only rely on themselves. I neither believe in him, nor do I need to ask for perfection. I hope that he will read about his friendship in the future and watch Gu Zhongwan more...I hope Not on."

Steward Feng sighed and turned around.

Steward Feng exited the study, and when he looked up, he saw Zhong Wan outside the study.

Steward Feng laughed, "Master Zhong, how long have you been here?"

Zhong Wan smiled hard, "For a long time...I heard that someone from the palace told me that I wanted to tell Yu She that I would go to the palace."

Steward Feng laughed, "No, this...you heard it too."

Zhong Wan nodded gently.

He heard it all.

Yu She said that people who have nothing to rely on can only rely on themselves for everything.