The ninth prince changed into clean clothes, and then asked someone to find a small copper basin and filled it with water and pebbles. The group hurried to the outer courtyard, and saw the teenager sitting on the steps with his knees and legs crossed, breaking a dog's tail grass and lightly poking at the little turtle that was indented in the shell, muttering something in his mouth.
The ninth prince's anxious mood instantly calmed down, and he walked over with the copper basin Shi Shiran and said, "Put it in, or you will die of thirst."
You Shu would die when he heard it, so he hurriedly threw the turtle in, although his face was stern, he could see worry in his slightly flickering eyes.
Really childish. The ninth prince sighed in his heart, and his love grew stronger. Before that, he had imagined countless times what it would be like to make Emperor Zongsheng, who was once himself, infatuated with his life. From the age of three, he was repeatedly tortured by those desperate and painful dreams, and gradually developed a rebellious mentality.
He refused to be approached by everyone, and he was unwilling to devote himself to anything. Everything around him is a dispensable existence in his eyes, or a pastime when he is bored. Somewhere, he knew what he was waiting for, but he resisted the waiting. He thought, was he born to fulfill a regret? Why do people who have been dead for more than 600 years leave these extremely painful feelings to themselves, but take away the best memories.
In his dreams, and even his whole life, he was always struggling with the despair of loss and the hesitation of finding, but he didn't know why he was desperate and hesitating. Seventeen years, he has had enough, he wants to live out himself.
But suddenly, a Shu appeared, like a shining star in the dark night sky, like a flower blooming in a barren wilderness. Those endless tortures before have become the wind and clouds that hold up the stars and water the flowers. Everything has the value of existence and the meaning of rebirth.
In just one glance, he fell in love with Youshu, which was an inescapable fate. It turned out that the person whom Emperor Zongsheng loved looked like this, pure and simple, eager but restrained. When he looked at himself, his eyes would light up, and when he was holding him, his skin would become hot. He was the treasure of Emperor Zongsheng, and he was destined to be his treasure.
The ninth prince stroked his beating heart and slowly let out a breath. Fortunately, he survived those torments and waited for this sweetness.
On the other side, You Shu didn't know that the master had already identified himself, and was still struggling with how to make up for the other party. He held the copper basin in his arms and accidentally bumped into the bamboo tube in front of his chest. Then he remembered that he had found a gift for his master, and hurriedly took it off and handed it over as a gift.
Seeing the young boy's slightly raised face, his bright eyes, and the flattering smile of a puppy, the ninth prince's heart tickled. He held back the bamboo tube and asked, "What is this?"
"This is a painting by an anonymous layman, I hope you like it." Youshu rubbed her hands together with a worried expression.
The ninth prince breathed a little, and said in a hoarse voice, "I learned yesterday that I like the paintings of Anonymous Layman, so you deliberately bought it for me today?" With just this thought, he was already very happy and satisfied.
You Shu won't lie, she blushed and nodded.
The ninth prince's fingertips suddenly exerted force, almost crushing the bamboo tube together with the painting. Damn, I thought You Shu in the dream was enough to confuse people, but facing him in reality is more difficult than in dreams. He doesn't need to make a charming gesture or make a beautiful moan, as long as he stands in front of him alive, blushing and blinking his eyes, he can make him emotional.
In the dream, he belonged to Emperor Zongsheng, but in reality, he completely belongs to himself, and the feeling of temptation is even stronger. Even, as long as he thought that there was Shu, like himself, who was the reincarnation of someone 600 years ago, and had a love affair with the so-called other self that never ended, he felt jealous.
However, the unlucky ghost is already dead, and after all, he is still a lot worse off than himself, so there is no need to care about it. Thinking of this, the ninth prince suppressed the sudden sour feeling and quickly opened the bamboo tube.
Youshu didn't know if the eyesight of the immortal in the painting was accurate, so she asked nervously, "Is this painting authentic? If not, I will look for it again. Whatever you want, I can find it for you." With the ability to control ghosts, this sentence is not a false statement.
The Ninth Prince had already made up his mind, no matter whether the painting was genuine or not, he would nod his head to recognize it, and he had to look like he could not put it down and cherish it. What he cares about is never true or false, but this heart. But what surprised him was that this painting was a rare genuine product that was circulated among the people, and the subject matter was so unique that he didn't know how to evaluate it.
Seeing that His Highness had not spoken for a long time, Xue Wangjing and others leaned over to appreciate it, and then their faces distorted.
This is two men swinging on a swing, one sitting on top of the other's crotch, and their expressions are very enjoyable. After more than 600 years, the ink has more or less faded, and many details have become blurred, but as long as you have similar experience, you can detect that two pairs of pairs are exposed under the neatly dressed robes. Bare thighs, and what they are doing is self-evident.
The Ninth Prince has never been involved in the matter of men and women, but he knows everything he should know. He looked at the paintings for a while, and Youshu for a while, and his mood was very complicated. He would rather have Shu be hinting or seducing him, so he deliberately found a picture of an erotic palace, but is it possible? He probably doesn't know the subject of the painting yet, does he
Knowing that he shouldn't provoke His Highness's heart, Xue Wangjing couldn't help but asked with a smirk, "You Shu, do you know what this painting is about?"
"A picture of spring play." You Shu pointed to the place where the signature was signed, and explained, "Spring is here, the temperature is getting warmer, and the two of them are playing on the swing in the courtyard." There is nothing strange about this overly intimate sitting posture. , I think that when he was young, the master often held him to play like this.
"Yes, spring is here, it's time to play." Xue Wangjing covered her stomach and shrugged her shoulders, holding back her laughter until she was hurt. Mother, how could such a careless person go to a prostitute? He probably hasn't even tasted what a woman is like, right? As soon as he came to Beijing, he was spotted by the Demon King of Confusion. He was really bloody moldy!
The ninth prince is also holding back his smile. He pressed his fist to his lips and kept coughing. When he coughed until his face turned red, he took the boy's shoulder and said sincerely, "I really like this picture of a spring opera. Let's go to the swing another day, okay?"
Xue Wangjing immediately looked at His Highness Ninth with admiration. Only he could say such a vulgar expression with such an honest expression.
Youshu nodded immediately and added, "But I have to sit on it. I'm not strong enough, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hold you, and I'll throw you."
The one above is obviously the bearer. Haven't you seen his arms tightly around the neck of the man below, and his buttocks are so high? It would be better if You Shu didn't say this. Xue Wangjing was about to suppress the full of laughter. As soon as he said this, he burst into bursts of sound, as if he had asthma. The commander of the guards, who has always been very self-controlling, couldn't hold back, and turned his head slightly.
The ninth prince didn't find it ridiculous at all, and he could already imagine the scene with just one sentence. The swing was rippling, and Shu was also undulating in his arms. The tip of his nose was spitting hot air, and the little mouth was spit out chanting words, all of which were poured into his jacket, and a piece of flesh on his neck was reddened. It must feel beautiful.
Feeling the reaction from his body, the ninth prince did not dare to think about it any longer, and quickly and cautiously rolled up the spring opera picture and stuffed it into a bamboo tube, reiterating, "I like this picture very much. We must play together another day."
"Definitely." You Shu took the initiative to hold a corner of her master's clothes, and she sold herself in a dazed way.
The two stared at each other and giggled silently. They both felt happy and satisfied. They laughed for a quarter of an hour before leaving together. When they walked out of the gate, they saw many guards with knives standing outside, and two of them were still holding Zhao Yusong.
Zhao Yusong saw that His Highness Ninth had stayed inside for half an hour, and thought that his plan had succeeded. Although he was worried that His Highness would anger him, he was guarded by the old man, so he would not worry about his life. With his legs growing on Youshu, who can force him if he refuses to come? Could he knock You Shu unconscious and throw him on the prostitute's bed
This kind of thing is outrageous, and it should not be borne by oneself. Besides, His Highness Ninth had already killed someone, so he must have hated him to the bone, and naturally he won't remember it for too long. With His Royal Highness's disposition of not caring about everything, within half a month, he will forget about his wife, and he has already made an appointment with Princess Pearl, and sooner or later will be the concubine of the court, and his future will not be affected much.
With the trump card of Princess Pearl in his hand, Zhao Yusong gradually calmed down, and the mentality of waiting for a good show had overwhelmed his previous fears. However, he never expected that You Shu not only came out with all the beards and tails, but his left hand was tightly held by the Ninth Prince, and his posture was very intimate.
After walking for a while, the two of them had to look at each other, and at the end they giggled, looking cramped and rippling like every young man who is in love.
When passing by Zhao Yusong, You Shu gave him a light look, not curious why he was caught and gagged by Gyeonggi Guard, and would not excuse himself. He only cares about the people he should care about, and he only cares about the people who care about himself. The ninth prince has a large number of adults, and he waved his hand to let the guards let him go.
Zhao Yulin, who was covering his face and followed behind, was quite annoyed, grabbed Zhao Yusong, and scolded in a low voice, "Oh, you bastard! You designed me to frame Youshu! Do you know that I was almost skinned by the Ninth Highness? I have a deep friendship with you, and I don’t care about you, but I’m not finished with you! We’ll see in the future!” Yanluo pushed him away and limped home, as if he remembered something and turned back, sneaking into Green Wax Small build.
Zhao Yusong was not interested in the second cousin's affairs, and only rubbed the scar on his neck with a solemn expression. He knew more or less about the temper of the ninth prince. If he was angry with himself today, he would be fine. If he is willing to care about you, it means that he still looks down on you. If he is too lazy to say a word, it means that he has completely abandoned you.
The question now is, what will he do with himself? Zhao Yusong was at a loss, so he hired a soft sedan and hurried home to ask his father for advice, hoping that there was still room for recovery.
At the same time, You Shu and the Ninth Prince have gone all the way aimlessly. Now that it is midsummer, the hands they are shaking have sweated a lot, and they feel sticky and greasy to the touch. The boss is uncomfortable, but no one is willing to let go first. In the end, the ninth prince was worried about soiling the boy, so he took out his left hand and wiped it on his chest, and then took out the handkerchief to wipe the boy's sweaty palm before continuing to hold it firmly.
After wandering in the cobweb-like small alleys for several hours, even doing nothing but simply walking, the two of them felt extremely happy. Because of their high mood, the arms they were pulling at each other swayed back and forth involuntarily. From the very close backs, there was a taste of childhood sweethearts and no guesses, and the hot air seemed to be filled with a touch of sweetness.
Xue Wangjing saw his teeth sour and wanted to persuade himself to bear with it, but he didn't expect them to circle from the north of the city to the south of the city, and then from the south to the north of the city, and they seemed to be trapped in the alley, so he had no choice but to propose, "His Royal Highness. "The sun is so poisonous, let's find a place to rest for a while? If Wei Chen remembers correctly, the Zhao residence is two blocks away, why don't we go and sit in the courtyard of Zhao Xiaogongzi?"
The ninth prince, who had not pulled enough hands, finally stopped and looked at the young man with anticipation.
"Come, come home with me." Youshu shook her master's arm, and she had completely adapted to the current mode of getting along with them. The previous master was very majestic and very busy. When he got along with him, he always felt that he was separated by an invisible film. He thought he could pierce it, but he couldn't touch it at all. The current master is about the same age as him, his temperament is more cheerful, and he can play a lot. He doesn't need to fear him, but he can be attached to and close to him.
The ninth prince smiled and nodded, seemingly very calm, but his pace gradually accelerated. He wanted to integrate into You Shu's life bit by bit, so naturally he had to invade his living environment first.
Mr. Zhao served as Zaifu in the three dynasties, and his status was detached, and the pattern of Zhao's house was very majestic. On the ten-mile-long street, the courtyard wall of Zhao's residence alone occupies eight miles, which can be called the home of Lu Yanpudi and Zhongming Dingshi. At first, the ninth prince watched with great interest, but was greeted by the servants with fear and sincerity, and entered the main entrance. When he arrived at the small courtyard where the big house lived, his expression turned into a forbearance of anger.
"You live here?" he asked, pointing to the low courtyard wall and the narrow house.
"Yes, come in quickly." You Shu never cares about foreign things, just have a house to live in, no matter how big or small.
Afraid that His Highness would lose his temper, Xue Wangjing hurriedly explained, "Zhao Zhizhou is the concubine of Zhao Xiangguo, so naturally he can't live in the main courtyard. The environment here is quiet, which is not bad."
The ninth prince stopped talking, and only glanced at Xue Wangjing with a half-smile, and then let the young man drag himself in. Mrs. Wang went to the Bowling Hou Mansion to stop by, Zhao Zhizhou had not yet turned around outside, and there were only a few old mothers waiting in the yard.
Seeing that the young master led the ninth prince in, they were stunned at first, and then they returned to their senses when the group went straight to the bedroom.
It was the first time that the Ninth Prince visited someone else's house, and he was still a young man who was infatuated with him. He was both nervous and excited. He looks here, touches there, twists things and carefully straightens them, like a country boy who has never seen the world.
Xue Wangjing kept laughing, only to realize that His Royal Highness Ninth was only seventeen years old and not fully grown up, because he was usually too moody and arrogant, which made people forget his age.
You Shu was also a little bit cramped. Seeing that the desk was a little messy, she hurried over to sort it out.
"What do you usually do at home?" The ninth prince wanted to know more about the boy, but he already had a lot of questions in his stomach.
"Reading and writing, I recently read a travel journal, and I have a lot of insights, which I have already written down." You Shu was often caught by her master to check her homework in her past life, and she has long developed a conditioned reflex. Behind him, like a primary school student reporting the situation to the dean of education. That's all, he also took out the reading notes one by one and let the ninth prince read it.
So cute? The ninth prince tried his best to hold back his laughter, and turned over carefully one by one, but it was a little uncomfortable to see Youshu had written a beautiful hairpin in small script and Yan-style running script. There are many calligraphy treasures of Emperor Zongsheng in the royal family, and the ones he is best at are the flower hairpin and the Yanti running script. In order to get rid of his influence, the ninth prince did not switch to mad grass until he was fifteen years old.
He thought that his handwriting was very similar to Emperor Zongsheng, but when he looked at You Shu, he realized that his handwriting was the same as Emperor Zongsheng, as if the same person wrote it with the same hands. Do you also have sporadic memories of previous lives? Do you still remember the man who was infatuated with his life
The corner of the ninth prince's raised mouth slowly sank, but he didn't dare to ask the doubts in his heart. It doesn't matter whether you remember or not, that unlucky ghost is dead, and now the person with Youshu is you, that's enough. He put down his notes, and was about to make some comments when he heard a young servant outside the door hurriedly shouting, "Master, the bamboo poles you asked the servants to make have already been done, and the spider webs have been smeared, and now you can go out and catch them. ."
Youshu's cheeks flushed, and she ran out and waved at the servant, with the words "Dou Da" written on her face - go away!
"Have you caught it? Didn't you mean to read and write all day long?" The ninth prince raised one eyebrow and said with a smile that was not a smile.
You Shu doesn't know how to lie, so she was suddenly speechless. Seeing that the battle was wrong, the little servant hurriedly threw down the bamboo pole and fled. At this moment, there were a few harsh chirping sounds from the drawer, as if some living thing was shut down. The ninth prince opened the drawer and took out a glass bottle sealed with silk cloth, his expression became more and more inscrutable.
This appearance completely coincided with the master who always caught him reading and writing in his previous life, and the long-lost sense of awe also surged. Youshu swallowed and murmured, "I'm too tired to read, so I take it out and shake it, listen to it, and relieve my fatigue. In fact, I'm not a fun-loving person on weekdays." Then he grabbed the glass filled with knowledge. bottle, shake a few times.
Knowing that he was squeezed and collided, he immediately uttered a resentful cry, which made him feel a little cool when he heard it in the hot summer. Before waiting for the master's reprimand, Youshu quickly untied the silk cloth, let Zhizhi fly, and said with a blushing face, "Look, I let them go. I'll play for a while."
This looks really like a mistake, the puppy caught by the owner on the spot is depressed, pitiful, but also very cute. The ninth prince pressed his fist to his lips, barely holding back a smile, and the tips of his ears slowly turned red.
Xue Wangjing and the commander of the guards looked at the released Zhi, and then looked at His Royal Highness who was in a happy mood, their expressions became more and more strange, but because they were stimulated more and their endurance increased, they didn't say anything.
After visiting the desk, the ninth prince walked towards the bed and asked suspiciously, "Why is the curtain still tightly covered in the daytime? But there is a big living person hidden inside?"
This was originally a joke, but I didn't expect Shu to react very violently, rushing over in two or three steps, trying to block the master's path. The Ninth Prince's expression was cold for a moment, and then quickly converged, one hand flicked him away, and the other raised the curtain, his eyes filled with murderous aura.
Xue Wangjing and the commander of the guards were ready to "catch the traitor in the bed", took a step forward, looked in courageously, and then let out a sigh of relief. There was nothing in the tent except for a pillow, a quilt, and a mattress. What are you nervous about, this bear child? Caused them to suffer too! The two of them were about to pat their chests when they saw a few small black beetles swaying and pounced. After a closer look, there were a dozen or 20 crawling inside the curtain, and the scene was very scary.
The ninth prince's mood was up and down, from joy to sorrow, and he hasn't slowed down yet. He wiped his stiff face and said hesitantly, "You, in the tent, keep bugs?" Don't you feel sick and scared
In the apocalypse, there are not only zombies, but also mutated plants and insects. What kind of monsters have you never seen before? How can you be afraid of a few beetles? But when his little secret was discovered, he still felt ashamed, pinched his earlobe and said softly, "It's not what you think."
Xue Wangjing was most afraid of little bugs, so he clenched his arms and stared at him with strange eyes.
You Shu couldn't explain it for a long time. She pushed her master onto the couch and lay down with her. She said, "They are fireflies. If you catch them at night and put them in the tent, you can see the stars. The stars fly around like a You can pick it up just by reaching out, the scene is very beautiful, do you understand?"
The ninth prince stared at the boy's eyes that were brighter than the stars, and nodded. He thought that the most beautiful and bright stars in the world had already been picked by himself.
Was it Firefly? Thinking of the colorful dots that seemed to be flying in the night, the nausea that I had before dissipated in an instant. Xue Wangjing suddenly realized and nodded, understanding a little more about the simple and innocent heart of the young man. Getting along with such a person is undoubtedly relaxing and pleasant, and there are many surprises every day. His Highness, he really has some eyes.
The ninth prince also found it very fresh and interesting. He pretended to inadvertently stretched his arms, took the boy into his arms, and said slowly, "They don't glow during the day?"
"No, it has to be at night." You Shu felt a little regretful. He wanted to lie down with his master and watch the artificial stars.
The Ninth Prince's eyes darkened, and the more he initiated the idea of building a mansion outside, it is best to choose it next to the Zhao mansion, just across the courtyard wall from Youshu, and open a small door. You can meet anytime you want, and you can still lie down at night. A quilt... After thinking about it, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep unconsciously.
It took a long time for You Shu to realize that the master was asleep, and was about to wake him up when Xue Wangjing stopped him, "Don't, please don't! Young Master Zhao, please let His Highness sleep for a while."
His voice was extremely low, and his expression showed a rare cautiousness, as if this was a major event. Although Youshu felt weird, she didn't ask more, and nodded slightly to show her understanding. He quietly and lightly wrapped his arms around his master, buried his face in his arms, and sighed contentedly.
After 600 years, I finally come back to you.