Yu Yecheng knew the whole story of that year and could not dissuade Yu Bangzhen to stay out of the matter. After a long silence, he said to him: "Take care of yourself."
Yu Weilin listened to the whole story outside the house, carefully checked around, and then quietly retreated after confirming that no one was around.
Xia Chu didn't expect that he could get such a secret out of Yu Weilin's mouth. What happened to Yu Bangzhen also happened seventeen years ago. What kind of sacrifice would involve the high-ranking officials of Honglu Temple and all be silenced
Xia Chu took a breath. It seemed that the worst possibility that he and the Marquis had speculated could only be the truth.
Besides the emperor, who else can clean the entire Honglu Temple without anyone questioning it.
"What should we do with this kid?" Zhao Xingwen pushed the unconscious Yu Weilin twice and asked Xia Chu.
"Send him back. What, you still want him to stay in Yixiang Building?" Xia Chu raised an eyebrow at him.
"It's not impossible..." Zhao Xingwen pursed his lips and looked at the ready-made bed in the back room.
"Yu Ye is not bad as an adult, so don't blame his son's reputation." Xia Chu's original intention was to send Zhao Xingwen back quickly. It would be hard for this young talent to have the reputation of sleeping in the flower streets and willow alleys. It’s not good for his future official career either.
But after he said this, he saw Xian Li's eyes darken from the corner of his eye, and he was shocked to realize that he was not cautious enough in front of her and made a mistake.
The word 'fame' may have touched her heart...
Xia Chu kicked Zhao Xingwen and signaled him to quickly remove the ink marks.
Zhao Xingwen cursed and picked up the lifeless Yu Weilin, went out and saw the raven guarding the door. He took another breath at Xia Chu inside: "I am your brother, not as good as the raven."
Xia Chu ignored him and just closed the door with a bang.
The raven, on the other hand, raised its eyes and glanced at him.
At a glance, Zhao Xingwen walked as fast as flying, and the one carrying Yu Weilin walked as fast as flying...
"Master, are you asking me to check on Yu Bangzhen?" He also sipped it.
Seeing that he had closed the door again, she naturally thought that he had other orders.
"No need." Xia Chu waved his hand. Yu Bangzhen probably didn't know anything. Otherwise, since the emperor had already taken action, there would be no way for him to slip through the net.
But that Li Fei...
Did she save Yu Bangzhen by chance and then deliberately say it was a favor, or did she really know the inside story and save Yu Bangzhen on purpose
If it's the former, Xia Chu can only applaud and praise his good tactics. If it's the latter...
"Who is the young master?" Seeing that he had nothing to say but still walked to the table to sit down and meditate, Xian Li couldn't help but ask from the side.
Xia Chuzheng felt that he had captured a key point again and had no time to think about it. When Xian Li asked him about it, he apologized with a stern face: "I didn't pay attention to what I said just now. Don't take it to heart."
Xian Li looked surprised, then realized that he was referring to the word 'fame' just now, and a smile appeared on his lips: "I don't have one at all, young master, you don't need to worry about it."
Xia Chu saw the peaceful look on her face, her skin as delicate as porcelain, her eyes as elegant as mist, and the light arc hanging on her lips. She felt pity for herself but didn't know how to comfort her.
Xian Li heard him sigh sadly and didn't want him to blame himself, so he took a step forward and said half seriously and half jokingly: "The young master is so considerate and considerate. I don't know which girl will be lucky in the future."
Xia Chu's face was startled, and he immediately raised his forehead and did not dare to look directly at her.
Xian Li chuckled softly: "I'm afraid that no one else is as lucky as me to see the young master looking like this..."
Xia Chu had always been unrestrained or cruel, but when facing Xian Li, his heart was full of sympathy, pity and intolerance.
All the beautiful words in the world could be placed on her body, but she was burdened with so many...
"Xianli, you and Bing..." Before Xia Chu finished speaking, Xianli suddenly lost his joking look.
She lowered her eyelids with an unconcealable sadness on her face: "Master, he will only get better and better, but I can only go lower and lower."
Xia Chu understood the meaning of her words. Now Bingwen has become famous at a young age and has a bright future, while Xianli is burdened with a deep hatred and has not yet been killed, and there is an elder brother who is missing.
In her life, she endured humiliation at a young age, and the best years of her youth were about to be wasted...
"Go back, young master, it's late at night." Xian Li raised his head, his face restored to its original state, holding a moving smile and speaking gentle words.
Her vulnerability only lasts for a moment...
But, Xia Chu saw it.
On the way back home, his thoughts were all over the place. The key thing that just flashed through his mind could no longer be recalled.
That night, he tossed and turned.
He didn't fall asleep until the rooster crowed.
When he opened his eyes, he was woken up by Bian Ding grabbing his shoulders, and Xia Chu flew over without even thinking about it.
The two were so close to each other, and Bian Ding never expected that Xia Chushang, who was still sleepy-eyed, suddenly made a move, and even though he was stuck in place, he couldn't move.
"Master, Master, it's me!" Bian Ding stood at the head of his bed, half-bent, with his hands raised shoulder-width apart, still maintaining the same posture as shaking him just now.
The palms that had just grabbed his shoulders felt a bone-piercing pain, spreading along his wrists and up his arms, as if the bones of his entire arms had been crushed, and a bunch of army ants were stuffed into his blood vessels. The blood flow surged and climbed.
The pain was mixed with numbness, itching, soreness and swelling. I wanted to pass out immediately and have all the skin and flesh all over my body peeled off.
Xia Chu shook his head, which was still awake, and his face was full of black energy. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of coldness: "I know, otherwise you would think you could still be alive."
"Bingwen is waiting for you at Wentian Pavilion!" A vein on Bian's forehead jumped. He didn't know where Xia Chu's needle was. At this moment, he just felt that life was worse than death. No matter who came to ask for help in a hurry, he would also I won't do the job of waking him up.
"Why are you here to report?" Xia Chu slipped out from under his arm, got out of bed and started dressing quickly with him on her back.
"Young master, who dares to call you? Jiewu came and was frightened back. Bingwen actually called Bian Hao and said it was urgent and asked you to go to the third floor of Wentian Pavilion now! Immediately! Immediately! ." Bian Ding rolled his eyes, thinking only about when he would come to pull out the needle.
"Where's Haoren over there?" Xia Chu asked while taking a break from washing.
"He couldn't come in either, young master. That's why he asked me for help. I had to ask him to lure the raven away, and then he came in to wake you up." Bian Ding curled his lips and was beaten by the raven. Between asking Xia Chu to get up, he chose the latter.
Obviously, he regrets it very much now!
Xia Chu waited for a while, walked to Bian Ding and smiled harmlessly, patted his face, reached out and pulled out the two silver needles on his body: "Xiao Dingding, forget it this time."
(End of chapter)