Yu She walked to the table, smeared with his fingers on the strokes that the tea had avoided, and twisted... It was smooth and greasy, and it was a thin layer of wax.
Water does not stick to wax, and it will naturally avoid when it is splashed on the table.
The fox sings a bonfire, and the fish belly collects books.
As classmates, they were all people who had read under Mrs. Shi for several years. Yu She had also read a few more years than Zhong Wan. Who was more stupid than the other? Even if Yu She was a little worse than Zhong Wan in schoolwork, he wouldn't even have memorized the "Records of the Grand Historian".
and!
Yu She stretched out the crumpled piece of paper in the palm of his hand—it was enough to write these words in seal script, which was obviously copied by Zhong Wan after he wrote it. A stroke!
If it is true, can there be white characters? !
Yu She was irritated by Zhong Wan's tinnitus. He didn't sleep last night, and he spent the whole night worrying that his condition was getting worse again.
Yu She went to sleep in a daze. On the other side, Butler Feng rushed to report to Zhong Wan, first he was happy that the big event had been accomplished, but he couldn't help but blame Zhong Wan: "I just said that it's enough to put some wax on the table, You insisted on getting that dead fish, it was bloody... You were so frightened that the world understood it all at once, you said before that it was safe, and you said that if you were a woman entering the palace and becoming a concubine, other concubines would not be able to wear the pants, you... you It's not that great."
Zhong Wan held the "Historical Records" with a bitter face, "What are the rules of your family? How old am I? If I make a mistake, I will either be punished by hitting the palm of my hand or by copying it? When I am three years old? He can't use something that matches our age. Punish me by means of identity?"
Butler Feng didn't understand, he froze for a while, and asked, "What do you mean? What is a means that suits your age?"
Zhong Wan glanced at the old housekeeper resentfully, but did not answer.
What does it mean to be age-appropriate
If Yu She was really angry, she should have rushed over and slapped herself, tied herself to the bed like this, and then fined herself three days not to wear clothes and forced to do anything in this room, and then fined herself for half a month not to wear obscenities. Pants, you can be molested by him anytime, anywhere in the house...
Zhong Wan sighed in annoyance, Yu She's words were probably all in vain...
"Master? Master Zhong?" Butler Feng shook his hand in front of Zhong Wan, "What's wrong?"
"No, it's something that can only happen once in a lifetime, I shouldn't think about it too early." Zhong Wan's ears turned slightly red, he put away his thoughts, put the "Historical Records" aside, and took the medicine bowl to drink Go on, "Okay, the result is good, it's alright not to drive me away."
Butler Feng nodded: "Yes... sigh, young master, there is still a little at the bottom of this bowl, drink it up."
Butler Feng stared at Zhong Wan after drinking the medicinal soup and got up, "Although you are not in a hurry to punish copying the book, if the young master is in a good mood, you might as well write it first, lest the prince think that your attitude of confessing is not good... I will go first. "
Butler Feng was busy with his own affairs, and Zhong Wan began to copy books bitterly.
Time flies, and before you know it, half a month has passed.
Lin Si came here secretly once, and told Zhong Wan that Yu She already knew about Tang Qin, and Zhong Wan felt relieved.
Zhong Wan copied the "Records of the Grand Historian" ten times, and the "Heart Sutra" ten times, but the disease was not yet cured.
Zhong Wan's cold was almost healed, but the imperial doctor said that he should slowly adjust and let Zhong Wan develop a foundation to resist the wind evil. He was not in a hurry to give him medicine. He asked Zhong Wan to take a pill with no apparent quality. Zhong Wan swallowed it for unknown reasons and asked, "What is this? It's not like medicine... It's a little sweet and a little fragrant."
The imperial doctor smiled and didn't explain, only said: "Take this pill every other day for three to five years..."
Zhong Wan choked: "I just caught a cold, and I have to treat it for three to five years?!"
The imperial doctor hurriedly said: "Young master, don't be too worried, this is a tonic, the formula has been seen by Shizi, and the pill Shizi has also been checked. There is absolutely no problem. It is a cure for the weak, and the young master eats it."
Zhong Wan was skeptical and said, "Then please let the imperial doctor let me see the prescription?"
The imperial doctor smiled: "Ancestral prescriptions, forgive me for not being able to show them to the young master."
Zhong Wan thought nonsense, you have been treating the nobles all year round, when did you dare to ignore the prescription? Is this for fear of not being suspected
Zhong Wan's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered what Yu She had said a few months ago, that he would gather thousands of Taoist priests to do it at the same time, and pray that God would let him conceive a child...
Zhong Wan hesitated: "Isn't this..."
Zhong Wan was embarrassed to say it, and whispered a question in the ear of the imperial physician.
The imperial physician stiffened and said with difficulty, "Young master is over-hearted."
Zhong Wan smiled and said, "I'll just eat it if you want to tease you."
The imperial doctor left another ten pills, bowed and stepped back, and went to meet Yu She.
"Have you eaten?" Yu She's bookcase was piled high with two stacks of official documents, without looking up, "Is it effective?"
The imperial doctor whispered: "Master Zhong takes medicine on time every day these days, just to be effective... I'm afraid it won't work first. Most of the pills are tonics, and the medicines are mild in nature. You have to take them for a long time to see some results."
Yu She nodded, "Is he not suspicious?"
The imperial physician paused and said in a low voice, "Master Zhong just asked me if this is a birth control pill."
The pen in Yu She's hand slipped, and a trace of ink was drawn on the document.
The imperial physician glanced at Yu She in confusion, thinking about the strange nature of the little prince Yu, and said cautiously: "Prince, with all due respect, men can't..."
"Don't talk about it." Yu She threw the document aside, brought a blank one again, waved his hand, "Go."
The imperial doctor slipped away cautiously.
As soon as the imperial physician left, Butler Feng came in.
"Sir..."
Yu She raised her head, "What's wrong?"
Butler Feng said, "Someone has come from the palace."
Yu She dipped in ink, "You just sent me away, why? You want me to enter the palace?"
"No." Butler Feng whispered, "It's the emperor who wants to pass on Young Master Zhong."
Feng Guanjia said: "Two days ago, the younger brothers and sisters of King Qian'an entered the palace. Originally, the emperor meant to let Young Master Zhong go with them, but he didn't expect Young Master Zhong to be here with us. Seeing that he didn't go, I asked a few Sentence. There is a family banquet in the palace today. The fourth prince and the fifth prince are all there. The emperor heard that Young Master Zhong was in our mansion, so he sent someone to our place... I am going to tell Young Master Zhong to change his clothes and prepare to enter. palace?"
Yu She straightened the tip of her pen and said lightly, "No."
Butler Feng was taken aback: "What?"
Yu She wrote his own, "I can't tell."
Butler Feng smiled dryly: "The emperor uploaded him, how could he not go?"
Yu She didn't seem to hear him, and put the paperwork in his hand neatly and put it aside. Seeing Steward Feng still standing beside him, he frowned, "Didn't you hear what I said?"
Butler Feng was embarrassed and died, "Sir, what are you doing? It's not like Young Master Zhong has never seen the emperor. He has entered the palace several times since he returned to Beijing, and every time he went well, the emperor didn't give him back when he went there. Is Mrs. Shi's calligraphy and painting? It can be seen that he still has some kindness towards Young Master Zhong..."
Yu She sneered, didn't hear it, picked up another document, and continued to work on her own.
Butler Feng couldn't help but laugh dryly, "What's wrong with the prince?"
Yu She looked down at the document and muttered to herself, "He didn't want to see Zhong Wan... He was taking the opportunity to beat me."
Butler Feng didn't understand.
"That day I made a deal with him for Zhong Wan, and he was naturally happy when he saw me making progress, but he couldn't help but think of something else..." Yu She picked up the pen again, and wrote while writing, "I feel that I have softened, I feel You can use Zhong Wan to pinch me... Xuan Qiong and Zhong Wan are already on fire, and he deliberately let them meet, just to let Xuan Qiong humiliate Zhong Wan, so as to make me vigilant."
Yu She mocked: "The art of the emperor..."
Butler Feng was stunned, "Then... what should we do then?"
"Then let him know that I'm not that easy to control." Yu She's eyes gradually showed a little bloodshot, but his tone was as usual, "I've finally found my weakness, very happy, right? Ha..."
Butler Feng laughed dryly: "Then you protect him so much, don't you let the emperor see that you care about Young Master Zhong?"
"I've never shied away from this, so what are you afraid of knowing? Don't talk to me about what he cares about, and he'll be cold-hearted. I'm just that kind of suffocating life." Yu She raised her eyes and smiled suddenly, "It's easiest to 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 an emergency, I can do anything. "
Yu She laughed at himself: "Who is going to be more crazy than me? Who am I more afraid of than this? Isn't he always afraid of my death? Then from now on... he should also worry about Zhong Wan's safety by the way."
Butler Feng swallowed and understood.
Yu She is transferring his weakness to Emperor Chong'an, so that Emperor Chong'an understands that Zhong Wan is fine, Yu She is fine, there is something wrong with Zhong Wan, and Yu She will be turned upside down.
"Tell the people in the palace." Yu She threw the document aside, "Zhong Wan won't go, and I don't have to come to pass on it in the future. The emperor will naturally understand what I mean, and he won't deliberately set up this banquet to block my heart in the future."
Butler Feng still wanted to persuade him. Although Yu She had long since lost his relationship with Emperor Chong'an, there was no need to make it so ugly. After all, he was the emperor.
Without waiting for him to say more, Yu She said again, "I thought about it a few days ago..."
Butler Feng raised his head: "Huh?"
Yu She whispered: "That day I suspected that I was completely insane. After thinking about it a few times, I thought that if I had an emergency, who could I entrust Zhong Wan to."
"I thought about it all night, but no one came up with it."
"I don't know what life I've lived for all these years... but today, I can't even find a person who cares for the orphan."
Yu She said lightly, "You don't have to persuade me to act politely. People who have nothing to rely on can only rely on themselves. Since I don't trust him, I don't need to make compromises. I hope he will look after Zhong Wan more in the future... I hope not superior."
Butler Feng sighed and turned around and came out.
Butler Feng exited the study, and when he looked up, he saw Zhong Wan outside the study.
Butler Feng smiled dryly, "Master Zhong, how long have you been here?"
Zhong Wan smiled with difficulty, "It's been a long time... I heard that someone from the palace has passed me down, and I want to tell Yu She that I want to enter the palace."
Butler Feng laughed, "No need, this... you heard it too."
Zhong Wan nodded lightly.
He heard it all.
Yu She said that people who have nothing to rely on can only rely on themselves for everything.