"Why, how could it be me?" Everyone else knew that Xue Wangjing was joking, but Youshu, who was from 600 years ago, took it seriously.
Fortunately, the others didn't see his gaffe and laughed, "Isn't it you? Your parents gave you a good name, and it's exactly the same as Emperor Zongsheng's sweetheart. What? You don't know anything about these rumors. Know? It's too ignorant!"
Only then did You Shu realize that, except for himself, no one in the world would know that he came from six hundred years ago. That is to say, the sweetheart of the Emperor Zongsheng named Youshu is actually very likely to be himself.
After a while, Xue Wangjing's words confirmed his guess.
"I heard that this young man named Youshu was brought up by Emperor Zongsheng himself. Not only is his appearance unparalleled, but his talent is also unparalleled in the world. When he was fifteen or sixteen years old, Emperor Zongsheng had a deep-rooted love for him and loved him. Ruo Kuang, but he hesitated several times because of the gap in status. When he finally ascended to the throne, for some unknown reason, his sweetheart left without saying goodbye, and has never returned." Xue Wangjing thought that there was Shu and According to the rumors, he is an ignorant and ignorant dude. I don't know that these unofficial histories are normal, so I briefly explained it.
Someone next to him sighed, "As for the reason for the young man's departure, there are actually many rumors in the market, saying that he was the first confidant of Emperor Zongsheng, and Zhao Chuan (A Da), who was the commander of the Imperial Army at the time, was favored by the young man because he was jealous of the young man. He was gone. Therefore, it was Zhao Chuan who saved Emperor Zongsheng's life several times on the battlefield. He was never reused by Emperor Zongsheng in his life, and finally died very desolately. Men are also fascinated and jealous of him."
"However, he fell in love with that person, but he was never found again." Someone else sighed, "He created such a great career, but he also lived a life of painstaking efforts, all thoughts were silent, and I heard that he died for a long time. Calling you Shu's name taboo, his eyes looked in the direction of the city gate, and he couldn't close it no matter what, even if several princes repeatedly wiped them, they would still open in the next second, and in the end they couldn't, so they could only be buried there."
Everyone knows a lot about this unofficial history. Once the chatter box is opened, they can't stop it, and they explain it to You Shu, who has rough knowledge.
"Do you know why there was no curfew at that time and why the city gate was not closed? Because Emperor Zong wanted You Shu to enter the city as soon as he came back. The so-called 'my city gate will always be open for you' is like this, right? Overlord, Overlord, really domineering."
"Also, at that time, portraits of Youshu were posted on the gates of every city in the Ming Dynasty. Whenever they saw someone who looked similar to Youshu, the guards would report it to the peak as soon as possible, and then to the court. The dynasty, spanning nine major states and encompassing the territory of seven countries, it only takes three days and nights to transmit the news to the emperor's ears. This is unimaginable now."
"Yes, I heard that at that time, in order to deliver the news, there was a lot of effort to run eight thousand horses to death in one day."
"Emperor Zongsheng's seventeen expeditions were not for the purpose of swallowing up other countries, but because he received news about his sweetheart and wanted to go out to find it himself. He lured him into the killing game, but he almost succeeded. It can be seen that he even risked his life for the sake of Shu."
"There are several infatuated characters in the world, and he is the number one Overlord. If you want me to say, the reason why he wiped out the seven kingdoms and gathered Kyushu, the biggest possibility is to find Youshu for convenience. You must know that if Youshu goes to another state The country, no matter how powerful his means are, he can’t touch it.”
This view has been recognized by many people, and everyone sighed while drinking tea. It is said that heroes are ruthless, but this is wrong. Emperor Zongsheng lived up to the love of the country and the expectations of the people. He was also infatuated with his sweetheart and did not regret it. However, he still had some luck in the end. He didn't wait for the person he loved until he died, and he didn't know where the young man named Youshu went and what happened to him.
Youshu was stunned when she heard it, and it took a long while before she regained her senses, and said in confusion: So it wasn't the master who drove me away, but Ah Da made his own decisions? It turns out that the master did not fear me, alienated me, but waited for me for a lifetime? It turns out that the master was calling my name when he was about to die, because he was so unwilling that he couldn't even close his eyes
What am I misunderstanding? What did you miss again
You Shu, who was struck by lightning, broke her heart and wept blood, broke free from the ninth prince's iron clamp-like embrace, and hurried to the window to check the tiles repeatedly, imagining the scene of the master standing here, waiting for her return. He must be very anxious in his heart, so he can't calm down when he walks around, and that's why he grinds down such hard rocks one by one.
Thinking like this, You Shu also tried to walk back and forth on the floor tiles, and she burst into tears at some point. How he wished that time could be reversed, so that he could return to Shangjing six hundred years ago, enter through the city gate, and wave to his master. If he saw himself, he would definitely pull the corners of his lips into a smile. How handsome and gentle would he look like
Youshu couldn't imagine any more, she squeezed her fists against her chest and couldn't breathe for a long time. The scariest thing in the world is not the unknown, nor death, but the endless waiting. He has always felt empathy with his master, so at this moment, he is about to be suffocated by the pain of desperate waiting.
The ninth prince did not like to hear about the deeds of Emperor Zongsheng, but seeing that the young man was very interested, he did not stop him. Now, the boy suddenly burst into tears, and his cheeks were flushed, his chest heaving, and his back was hunched, as if he would faint at any moment.
"What's the matter with you, Shu? Are you uncomfortable? Hurry up and sit down and drink some water."
He tried to help the young man to the table, but the young man grabbed his arm tightly and murmured, "I'm sorry, I didn't know, I didn't know..."
The ninth prince became more and more worried, and said in a low voice, "You didn't forgive me, just sit down and rest for a while! Your face is ugly."
Youshu looked up at him with a blank expression, but more tears welled up in her eyes. He regretted that he should not have asked and walked away; he regretted not giving his master a little more trust. There are too many things he regrets, but six hundred years have been wasted, that is, the master is reincarnated, all the regrets have become the past, and there is no room for redemption.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel sad, throwing himself into his master's arms and crying, the whimpering cry made people feel sore. The ninth prince's eyes were crimson, and his heart was cramping, but because he had never comforted anyone, he didn't know how to deal with it, and he didn't know why the young man cried so sadly.
Xue Wangjing said embarrassedly, "Young Master Zhao really has a soft heart. He was moved to cry when he heard the story of the Overlord."
Someone disapproved and said, "Why are you like a bitch? I cry when it's a big thing!"
"Shut up! If you don't know what to say, let this king get out!" The ninth prince was already in a fidgety mood. Hearing this, his fingers cracked and his anger burned. If he hadn't hugged the boy tightly, he would have kicked the man down and looked at him. Chuanlou, let him lose his mind and forget Chuan.
The man was startled, and hurriedly hid his head in the corner. Others also understood the boy's status in the heart of the Ninth Highness. If another man cried inexplicably like a teenager, His Highness Ninth Highness would definitely order his followers to stop him and beat him, or he would cut the thing down and let him be a real bitch. This has happened more than once.
But now, not only does His Highness not feel bored, but he also feels the same. While stroking the boy with red eyes, he comforted incoherently, "Why are you crying, it's just a piece of unofficial history, you don't know if it's true or not, so you're stuck in it. You're stupid? Stupid? You are so smart, you are not stupid no matter how you look at it, stop crying, otherwise, otherwise... "Otherwise I will cry too.
"It's true." You Shu hiccupped while crying. He was so sad, as long as he thought that he had hurt his master's heart, he wanted to kill himself.
"What if it's true? It has nothing to do with you. Besides, I don't feel sorry for Emperor Zongsheng. The emperor who can destroy the seven kingdoms one by one, but can't even protect his sweetheart, and ends up in a lonely life. Do it yourself. If it were me, I would never let my sweetheart leave for a moment. I would tie him firmly, put an end to all conspiracies and calculations for him, and hold the most beautiful and precious things in the world in front of him one by one to please him. "The ninth prince's tone revealed undisguised sarcasm, as well as many unknown yearnings.
Others said that he was reincarnated as the Emperor Zongsheng, but he extremely despised this ancestor. Even the most beloved person can't watch, what kind of emperor is he? What a waste!
Youshu didn't expect that the current master was disdainful of the previous self, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. He looked up, and although there were still tears in his eyes, he forgot to cry for a while.
Taking advantage of this time, the ninth prince quickly wiped away his tears and ordered, "Be good, don't cry. Unofficial history is all hearsay, the true and false have passed away, so why bother thinking about it again and again."
Youshu listened to the master's words the most, and because of the guilt in her heart, she didn't dare to bore him, so she quickly put away her tears, but her grief had not yet calmed down, so she couldn't help but burp one by one. The ninth prince picked up the teacup and let it cool down a little, then carefully fed him a few sips, his eyes full of love.
Xue Wangjing and others saw that the situation was finally under control, so they ordered their followers to rush the dishes. The shop assistant quickly came in with a tray and placed the steaming food on the table. When Shu is in a bad mood, she likes to eat. She immediately picks up the bowl and pulls the rice, burping while she eats.
The ninth prince secretly felt amused, holding a teacup in his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand.
The feeling of suffocation passed, and Shu only realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly helped the master to serve rice and vegetables, and served very carefully. He has missed six hundred years, and he doesn't want to miss the reunion now.
The ninth prince has always taken it for granted that he has been served from childhood to adulthood, but now he is extremely satisfied. As long as it is the food served by the teenager, he will eat all the dishes, and his appetite will be widened.
As the so-called time changes, even if the same soul is reincarnated, it is still a different individual. They have their own families, their own growth experiences and memories. You Shu referred to the master's previous habit of serving vegetables, but did not know that the Ninth Prince no longer liked these things.
Xue Wangjing wanted to remind him a few words. Seeing that one of them was working diligently and the other was eating well, he didn't dare to talk too much.
Zhao Yusong looked laid back, but in reality he had already clenched his hands into fists and was full of resentment. What do you mean by 'will tie him firmly, put an end to all conspiracies and calculations for him, and hold the most beautiful and precious things in the world in front of him one by one to please him'? When he said this, His Highness Ninth's eyes stared at Youshu from beginning to end, and his expression was solemn as if he was taking an oath, as if Youshu was his sweetheart, and for Youshu, he would give everything.
What does this so-called "everything" include? Power, status, favor? The uncle was originally a wicked little man, so when his son was favored, wouldn't he become more and more unscrupulous? By that time, how should the two direct descendants deal with themselves? Zhao Yusong gritted his teeth and thought: The Zhao clan must never have a shameless prostitution, an ignorant and showy courtier. When I got back, I told my grandfather about it and let him decide.
Although he thinks righteously, the jealousy in his heart far outweighs the worries about the prestige of the clan.
At the same time, You Shu and the Ninth Prince have eaten two bowls of rice and are preparing to add a third bowl. When Xue Wangjing saw that the food was disappearing quickly, he winked at the eunuch standing by the door and asked him to order a few more dishes. It is rare that His Highness Ninth is in such a good mood and his appetite is wide open. Today, he must be entertained.
As soon as the door opened, there was a loud noise from outside. It turned out that Juzi from all over the world was holding a conference downstairs. In another month, the triennial meeting will be held. After the meeting, there will be a palace examination. If they succeed, they will immediately be among the top class. They naturally have high expectations and want to show their talents.
Wenhui can not only make itself famous, but also test the depth of its opponents. If you meet one or two noble people by chance, you may be able to get help and reuse. Therefore, in recent days, restaurants and tea houses in Shangjing have been very lively. Among them, Wangchuan Tower is the most favored by Zhuzi, and it is the place where His Royal Highness Ninth Highness likes to stay. I heard from the disciples in Shangjing that if you come to Wangchuan Tower for dinner, you will meet His Highness at least nine times out of ten.
Today, I don't know if these people are lucky or bad, if they meet, but they are beautiful, and they don't have the heart to pay attention to Wenhui.
Zhao Yusong saw that His Highness Ninth was indifferent to the rhetoric outside, and felt disappointed. He wondered if he should get up later and invite His Highness to show his literary talents? But at this moment, his servant came in holding a bamboo tube and whispered a few words in his ear. He was overjoyed, waited for His Highness Ninth Highness to eat and drink, and waited for You Shu to wipe his mouth and clean his hands for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "His Royal Highness, my father found a calligraphy and painting of an unknown layman a while ago. Can you give it to the palm of your hand?"
"Oh, your father can also get the calligraphy and painting of the anonymous layman. You are really lucky! His Royal Highness loves to collect his works. Hurry up and display them for everyone to appreciate." Xue Wangjing raised an eyebrow and smiled. Everyone also joined in.
Only then did Youshu remember the task given by her parents. When she heard that the calligraphy and painting were the Ninth Prince's favorite, she quickly turned to look at Zhao Yusong, and asked ignorantly, "Who is the nameless lay Buddhist?"
He has always been like this, asking if he doesn't understand, saying if he doesn't know, and silently remembering the answer from others to expand his knowledge base, never pretending to understand, or pretending to not understand.
Everyone was stunned at first, then laughed, but they didn't dare to show it in front of the Ninth Prince, and their faces turned red.
Zhao Yusong felt a burst of joy in his heart, and said flauntingly, "The Unknown layman was the most famous painter and calligrapher in the Ming Dynasty. He neither likes to paint landscapes, nor flowers and plants. He only copied portraits in his life, and he often wandered the streets with a wooden board. Everyone carves it out. People laughed at him for being stupid, vulgar, and unpopular, but he persevered. From the age of sixteen to the age of fifty, when he was about to die, Zongsheng Emperor suddenly issued an imperial list and recruited him. A painter who is good at drawing figures. It turned out that he wanted to paint the face of his sweetheart on paper and treasure it, but every time he started to paint, he couldn’t control himself because of his love, and he felt that no matter how he painted it, he couldn’t draw one ten thousandth of the person in his heart. I was also afraid that he would be forgotten in the long run, so..."
"What are you talking about, talk about the main point!" Seeing that Youshu's eyes were red again, and a few teardrops were hanging on her eyelashes, about to fall, the Ninth Prince immediately reprimanded her with an impatient expression.
Zhao Yusong's face turned pale, and he hurriedly said, "This is the time to tell the world to look for a painter. Wuming layman was summoned into the palace, and just based on Zongsheng Emperor's dictation, he painted the man's frown and smile vividly, which angered Zongsheng Emperor Longxin. Joy, and personally canonized him as the number one painter in the world. All his paintings were collected by Emperor Zongsheng, and burned in the war, and very few of them end up in the market." He opened the bamboo tube and painted a slightly yellowed painting. The scrolls were spread out on a tabletop that had been wiped clean and had been padded with felt.
The Ninth Prince looked down and saw that it was indeed a portrait, but it was not the person he expected. No one knows that the reason why he collects the picture albums of the anonymous layman is not out of love, nor is it arty. He just wanted to see what the young man named Youshu looked like. Although there is a picture scroll preserved in the royal family, the ink has already faded away, leaving only an outline.
When he was young, he often stared at the outline in a daze, then inexplicably wept, and when he grew up, it improved slightly. However, his obsession with complete portraits has never disappeared. Whenever there is a suspected work of an unknown layman, he will order someone to search for it. He thought that maybe one day he could get a portrait of Shu by chance to relieve his doubts.
But now, he suddenly lost interest, and no longer wanted to explore what the legendary peerless beauty looked like. He already has his own Youshu, he is very good, the only one in the world.
The ninth prince planned to take a few quick glances and then go back, but when he saw You Shu pounced on his side, staring at the picture scroll with burning eyes, as if he was very interested, he changed his mind again, pointed to a few details and began to explain, and finally shook his head and said. , "The brush strokes are not smooth enough, the paper has signs of distress, and the last stroke of the signature could not be put away, so it can be seen that this is a fake."
Zhao Yusong was greatly disappointed, thinking of the five thousand taels of silver that his father spent in vain, his heart ached even more.
Youshu has a strong learning ability. After listening carefully for a while, she remembered various identification methods in her mind, and was ready to go back and ask her parents for money to buy a picture. If he could find an authentic piece and give it to his master, he should be very happy, right? As for his father's desire to be transferred to Yangzhou, he has long since thrown it out of the sky.
Just at this moment, there was a knocking sound outside the door. It was a group of people who heard that His Royal Highness Ninth Highness was eating here, but they came uninvited. They bowed down and bowed in a respectful manner. They repeatedly requested to discuss strategies with His Highness. They also said that His Highness's calligraphy was unparalleled in the world, and no one could match it, and they really wanted to see it.
The ninth prince wanted to drive them away, but seeing You Shu was staring at him with reverence and burning eyes, his vanity skyrocketed instantly.
"Come on, invite them in." He waved his sleeves, his posture was unrestrained, and he didn't talk too much with a few people. The lifters were ecstatic and hurriedly gathered around to watch, and everyone downstairs heard the news and came one after another, applauding constantly.
The ninth prince when he was dancing and writing seemed to overlap with his master six hundred years ago, but there were also differences. At that time, he was ignored by no one, even if he was amazing and brilliant, he had to hide his clumsiness everywhere. Now he can sway and indulge freely, laugh freely when he needs to laugh, and burst into anger when he needs to be angry. Even if he is sharp, even if the weather is uncertain, he can be praised and admired by everyone.
What's more different is that now he has no place to stand beside him. Look at Xue Wangjing, who helped the master grind ink, and Zhao Yusong, who helped the master press the paper. He had already been squeezed out of the crowd, and Youshu, who could only stand on tiptoe and stretch his neck, finally realized something extremely sad—whether he No matter how guilty he is, no matter how much he wants to make up for it, the master who has lived again no longer needs his guilt, let alone his compensation. The only thing he can do for him is to walk away quietly and guard silently.
Thinking of this, he rubbed his red eyes and left quietly.
The ninth prince felt that someone was staring at him with fanatical eyes, and he was standing very close, and even his breath was sprayed on the side of his face. He always thought that it was a slut, so he was more devoted to writing, and when he was writing a wild cursive script, he really heard the people around him making a surprising gasp.
He took the wet handkerchief handed by the eunuch, wiped his hands slowly, and looked at "Youshu" standing beside him, hoping to get a few warm compliments from him, but accidentally saw one Completely unfamiliar faces.
"You don't have Shu!" He was stunned, then searched the crowd repeatedly, and shouted in a panic, "There is Shu, there is Shu, where are you? There is Shu!"
He pushed the crowd away like crazy, but he couldn't find the boy he loved again. First, his face was pale and shaky, and then he quickly walked back to the private room and tore the best word he had written in his life to shreds.
"When did Yushu leave? You can't even watch yourself, what does this king want you to do? Get out! Get out of here for this king!" His face was grim and his face was ashen. People cut into meat.
Tables, chairs, pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other objects were all smashed by him, making a huge sound of ping, ping, ping, and bang, making everyone retreat and flee. Xue Wangjing and the others did not dare to leave, so they had to stay outside the door anxiously, and made a gesture of slashing the neck at the head of the guards.
Knowing that this master has a crush on Young Master Zhao, he still doesn't keep his eyes on him, how come he doesn't have any eyesight
The guards were also very wronged. There were so many people at that time, they were worried that assassins would be mixed in among them, and they were extremely vigilant. How could they have time to pay attention to the son of the Zhao family? This group of people are also big-hearted. In order to show their faces, they pushed away the nobles around His Highness for no reason. No one can imagine this time.
The ninth prince went mad for a while before he was able to return to his senses. He rushed out to look for people in the streets, but when he couldn't find them, he ran to Zhao's house, but learned that there was a Shu who had not turned back, so he went back to the original road to find him, and finally he was with his sweetheart. After passing by, Xia Yaofang was tied back to the East Palace by the guards sent by Emperor Zhongkang.