Those Years In Quest Of Honour Mine

The princes did not record their words and deeds, but to preserve the pure blood of the royal family, the princes of this dynasty should have a simple record of who the adult princes slept with every night.

A few days ago, Yu She was recognized by Emperor Chong’an as a decent prince. The House of Internal Affairs also sent a living booklet to the Yuwang Mansion, which was recorded by Steward Feng. Yu She never got close to the woman. Those booklets were useless and Feng The butler put aside, and it happened that Zhong Wan saw it.

Zhong Wan flipped through the blank booklet, didn't understand it, thought for a while, felt that this was a booklet for Yu She to stay overnight, so he paid much attention to it.

Zhong Wan took advantage of Steward Feng's carelessness, followed up the two booklets, and secretly hid a pen again, avoiding people, carefully filling in his own name and surname, and then put it back before others.

Zhong Wan was recuperating in the mansion. Apart from giving advice to Yu She, there was not much to do. When he found this omission, he went to steal the booklet and write the name happily. With Yu She's entire box of gold and ink ingots, it is difficult for Yu She to find it.

Yu She silently looked at his bald brush, and sighed inwardly. If a character like Zhong Wan could enter the harem, he was afraid that he would be a genius with a green head card.

Silently stole all the green cards of the concubine, remodeled one or two, and wrote all his own names, so that the emperor was inevitable when he lifted the brand...

Zhong Wan definitely did it.

Yu She closed her eyes and pretended to be blind, and Zhong Wan made a fool of herself.

It only suffered from Steward Feng. The old steward was kept in the dark and didn't know anything. After a decade passed, when an official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs came to ask for a record, he sent it away.

When the internal officer of the House of Internal Affairs looked at the records, he looked at the densely packed words Zhong Wan in the booklet and was really surprised.

The new prince was inseparable from Master Zhong's affairs day by day, so it was passed around in the ears of Emperor Chong'an.

Yu She didn't want to talk about Zhongwan with Emperor Chong'an, so he explained a few sentences half-concealed and went back to the house.

When I went home, I saw Zhong Wan and couldn't help but train him.

Zhong Wan pretended not to understand bluffingly, "What's the matter? When did I touch your things? What book?"

"My daily book!" Yu She couldn't bear it. "The daily book! How many years have passed since I remembered it. Isn't it strange to see it in the palace? Is this haunted? Can you not ask?"

Zhong Wan's face flushed, "I thought it was..."

Yu She looked at him and couldn't help asking, "What do you think it is?"

Steward Feng came in to deliver the snacks, and smiled when he saw it, "What's the matter? Have something to say."

Zhong Wan pretended to be pitiful, "The son said I touched his things."

Steward Feng was busy protecting Zhong Wan, "I touched it by accident. The prince loves Master Zhong so much, how can I be angry about this."

"Is he touching? He is..." Yu Xi paused, raised his eyes and asked, "Then the will?"

Zhong Wan smiled, "The person who delivered the decree has just left, congratulations to the prince."

"The title has not yet been determined." Yu She looked at Zhong Wan and whispered, "Thanks to your human dexterity, the emperor now wholeheartedly thinks that King Yu is in collusion with the Sitian Supervisor."

Seeing that the two of them were talking about business, Steward Feng put down the refreshment, bowed down and walked away.

Yu She said solemnly: "Guess how long it will take for the emperor to be willing to make a reserve."

"Your body is worse..." Zhong Wan pondered for a moment, "Or he discovered that King Yu or Xuan Qiong was reborn."

Zhong Wan thought for a while, and whispered, "It may be difficult to rely on Xuan Qiong to make any tricks on her own. Would you like to mention Bei Di's matter to the premise?"

"Not in a hurry." Yu She shook his head, "Give Yu Wang some time...Your family matter, he hasn't turned the case for you yet."

Zhong Wan couldn't help laughing, "Master, why are your minds so poisonous?"

Yu She said indifferently: "He asked for himself. He is like this. The others are Cunning Tu Sanku. He wants to dig out a hundred or so escapes for himself. He is not greedy and deserves to be exhausted."

"Are you not greedy?" Zhong Wan whispered, "I'm afraid that lateness will lead to change. If Yu Wang really saves everything, he must prove that Concubine Zhong once killed the king, you... after all, you are the son of Concubine Zhong. , If someone questioned you this way and felt that you were not worthy of succession, what should they do?"

"I don't necessarily get that step. Besides, I haven't been born that day. What's up to me." Yu She didn't care much, and retransmitted, "Have you heard from the princess?"

Zhong Wan shook her head, "Since I have done everything for you before, let the emperor believe that it was King Yu again mentioning Concubine Zhong, the princess hasn't walked here anymore. I asked Lin Si to listen to it, so many days. King Yu has never been to Princess Mansion again."

Zhong Wan looked at Yu She, "Ziyou, you have forced Princess Anguo to express her position several times. Are you trying to make her help you with all your heart, or are you drawing a line for her so that she will not be involved in the future?"

Yu She took a deep look at Zhong Wan after a while, and laughed at himself, "There are both."

Zhong Wan felt a little bit of pain for Yu She, but looking at Yu She's gloomy eyes and thinking of his gentle heart underneath his bones, she could hardly feel fascinated by herself.

"Have you written Xie En's fold?" Zhong Wan took a blank book and folded it in front of Yu She, "Finally, you have the lizi, you should give the emperor face."

Yu She was not very happy, and said perfunctorily, "Just let anyone write one, he doesn't necessarily read it anyway."

"But what if someone read it in the early morning?" Zhong Wan urged, "write quickly."

Yu She really didn’t want to write, and spent half a day with Emperor Chong’an during the day. Now that he remembered that Emperor Chong’an came to him, he was still suffering from nausea. Come down."

Zhong Wan agreed readily, "Okay."

Zhong Wan didn't sit down, she stood in front of Yu She, picked up the pen and dipped it, unfolded the book, didn't need to type the draft at all, and started to write.

Yu She watched quietly, "You did not enter the Central Library of China, you are indeed a queer."

"Satisfied, right?" Zhong Wan continued to write, writing four and six imaginary words of thanksgiving while still not forgetting to brag about herself, "Seven years ago, Huiyuan, I was a schoolboy for you. Is Gao unhappy? "

Zhong Wan was filled with a book in the time of a cup of tea, with a high spirits, "Look, is there any change?"

Yu She admitted that he read it seriously and shook his head, "No need to change a word."

Zhong Wan knew that he was really upset, and sighed, "I don't think you should copy it anymore. I just copy it carefully and send it."

Yu She nodded, Zhong Wan changed a thinner brush, and folded it again with a blank book. Yu She wanted to get up and give him a seat. Zhong Wan shook his head, and said, "I can still sit calmly when copying something like this. of?"

Zhong Wan changed his style of writing, correct and gentle, and the veteran who has written for decades is probably not as good as him.

Looking at Zhong Wan like this, Yu She's Adam's apple moved slightly.

This is the hand of this pen An Sheji. Two days ago, he wrote countless "Zhong Wan" in his daily booklet over and over again.

Zhong Wan's wide sleeves hung over Yu She's side. Following his movements, Zhong Wan bent down slightly, and Yu She's eyes couldn't help looking at Zhong Wan's thin waist.

Yu She forced himself to move his eyes away, his voice was unnatural, "Sit down."

Yu She said that he was about to get up, and was pressed by Zhong Wan with his left hand. Zhong Wan concentrated on copying, and muttered, "No need...I'll be fine."

Yu She grabbed his right hand, stretched it out, and then slowly placed it on Zhong Wan's waist.

Yu She embraced Zhong Wan's hand suddenly and forced Zhong Wan to sit on her lap.

When Zhong Wan moved his wrist, he almost dropped a dot of ink on the zipper.

Yu She reminded: "Be careful."

Zhong Wan's earlobe turned a little red, and while writing, he whispered: "Master, do you treat school boys like this?"

Yu She said calmly, "You scribbled in my booklet. If you did something wrong, naturally you have to be disciplined."

Zhong Wan was more serious: "Ge Lao Sun occasionally makes a mistake, do you also punish the old man to sit on your leg?"

Yu She almost laughed again.

Zhong Wan was touched, cleared his throat, blushed, "Aren't you also pretty, pretty bad?"

Yu She constricted her eyes and let Zhong Wan lean on herself, "I learned from the script... I told you already, I don't know how."

He didn't know this tune, nor did he dislike it.

Yu She deliberately made Zhong Wan happy, weighing the scale, and the hand on Zhong Wan's waist slowly slipped a little.

Zhong Wan's ears were also red. He was afraid that he might have caused Yu She to write the wrong stroke and two strokes. He held his breath and wrote carefully, but still couldn't help whispering, "Then you usually..."

"On weekdays, if you don't do anything, I will always be unable to stretch it anymore." Yu She closed his eyes, "So I dare not get too close to you... I'm afraid it will make your broken body worse."

Yu She muttered to herself, "I am too scared now, cherish my life and hypocritical."

Cherish my life, and Cherish Zhongwan even more.

Yu She opened his eyes and frowned, "Not finished yet?"

Zhong Wan deliberately got tired of Yu She for a while, writing more and more slowly, Yu She saw his careful thinking at a glance, and there was a smile in her eyes.

Yu She asked in a very soft voice, "You like me like this?"

Zhong Wan couldn't say it, and Yu She didn't force him. Yu She put his hand on Zhong Wan's leg and slightly separated.

Zhong Wan's back straightened suddenly, and Yu She whispered, "Don't worry, just touch your front."

Zhong Wan shivered, "I haven't finished writing yet! The previous..."

He accidentally struck a long line on the booklet, and the memorial that was about to be written was ruined.

"It's disrespectful to have ink marks on the memorial." Yu She loosened Zhong Wan's belt, his voice was gentle, but his words were harsh, "Go back and write again."

Yu She said, sliding his hand down.

Zhong Wan's palms were sweating, and he took another blank booklet with great effort, and hurriedly said, "You, you wait a while..."

"What did you say just now?" Yu She said calmly, "I can copy such a little stuff, and still sit down and calm?"

Zhong Wan shot himself in the foot with a rock, blushing and speechless.

Yu She's movements are very gentle. I don't know if he really spoils Zhong Wan too much or makes it bad again. While moving, he asks Zhong Wan if he likes it, feels comfortable, and looks down to see if he is good...

Under the meticulous torture, Zhong Wan's bones trembled.

Half an hour later, Zhong Wan destroyed seven or eight zhezi and did not copy out a neat copy. In the end, Yu She held his hand, like teaching a child to learn Chinese characters, and finished it with Zhong Wan stroke by stroke. Thank you for tomorrow.