During the days of being grounded, Wen Chan lived very comfortably, admiring the moon and smelling the flowers in the courtyard every day, and was forced to become a boudoir lady who never left the door. Only halfway through the three months, Wen Chan was so idle that he couldn't sleep or eat.
The weather was fine that day, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. He stood under the eaves with his hands behind his back, with a serious expression on his face, "Ah Fu, if we escape over the wall, how likely are we to be caught?"
Ah Fu glanced outside the hall after hearing this, and said, "Your Highness, you might as well just ask the servant how likely it is to escape."
Wen Chan really changed his tune, "Then how likely do you think we are to escape?"
Ah Fu thought for a moment very seriously, raised his right hand and compared it to the size of a soybean, and said, "It's so big."
Wen Chan looked at the size compared to him again and again, and couldn't help questioning, "Are you sure? There are only six guards at the door."
Hearing this, Ah Fu thought about it for a while, but when he retracted his fingers, there were no soybeans left, "It may be this big."
Wen Chan frowned slightly, sighed deeply, "Ah Fu, your words are really getting worse and worse."
Shaking his head while turning around, he wanted to go back to the hall to read a book for a while, but he heard Ah Fu say, "Your Highness, if you are really idle, you can ask Mr. Liang to come in and talk to you for a while."
Wen Chan's eyelids twitched, and Liang Yanbei's handsome face with a slight smile appeared in his mind, "What did you ask him to do?"
"At least it can relieve your boredom. Aren't His Highness friends with him? We can talk about some interesting things."
"Who is his friend? He is not my friend!" Wen Chan couldn't help raising his voice, which startled Ah Fu.
"Oh, what should I do, Mr. Liang handed over the invitation card yesterday, and the servant has already answered it for you!" Ah Fu clapped his hands anxiously, "If Your Highness doesn't want to see him, the servant will go to the Hall of Si Yan to send the invitation letter to you now." decline."
Wen Chan's face was filled with disbelief, "Liang Yanbei handed me the greeting card? What time was it yesterday?"
"Liang..." Ah Fu was at a loss for words for a while, he glanced at Wen Chan cautiously, and said, "Your Highness, the slave is talking about the son of Liang's family, not the one of Liang's servant."
Hearing Ah Fu's words, the expression on Wen Chan's face seemed to be melted, and he slowly returned to calm, "Oh...it's Liang Shuhong, the invitation letter is approved, let him come to see me."
Seeing his master go from agitated to calm in a short period of time, Ah Fu seemed to understand something, he hid his thoughts and bowed his head in response.
The time written on Liang Shuhong's worship post was originally Shen time, but because he hadn't seen Wen Chan for a long time, he left half an hour early in a hurry, and when he arrived at the gate of Wen Chan Hall, Ah Fu was already waiting.
He saluted Liang Shuhong first, then greeted Liang Shuhong into the palace gate with a respectful smile, walked through the vermilion corridor, and saw a young man in a blue-gray brocade suit standing in the yard. He heard footsteps and turned around to look. Kai's face was already handsome, and there was a faint smile in his bright eyes.
Wen Chan never expected him to come so early, so he was a little surprised, "Brother Shuhong, why did you come so early?"
Liang Shuhong said half falsely and half truthfully, "It's not been too long since I saw His Highness the Ninth Prince, and I've been thinking about it all the time, so I wanted to come earlier."
Wen Chan thought in his heart, this should not be said indiscriminately, or if it spreads out, people in the world will think that he and Young Master Liang are in love with each other.
Although Wen Chan had hidden Liang Yanbei in his heart in his previous life, he kept his sleeves tightly covered until his death, and no one could see his broken sleeves from the beginning to the end...
"Come, sit and chat." Wen Chan motioned him to sit by a table and chairs in the courtyard.
After many years, Wen Chan can't remember how he got along with Liang Shuhong back then. He only remembered that he had a special status and was born in a ruthless emperor's family. Almost no one wanted to get along with him, and Wen Chan himself was a lazy person. Temperament, not to take the initiative to provoke others, so I have never had many friends.
Liang Shuhong was the first person who approached Wen Chan proactively and patiently. Both of them had gentle personalities, and they got along peacefully. Over time, in the eyes of everyone, the two became friends.
Liang Shuhong's character is still good, except for Liang Yanbei, he never cares about others' right and wrong behind his back. He seems to have a grudge against this cousin of this clan, and he will say a few words every time he mentions it. In his previous life, Wen Chan was a believer After hearing his nonsense, Liang Yanbei could be avoided for a long time.
Although the current situation is similar, the difference is that Wen Chan now trusts Liang Yanbei's character from the bottom of his heart.
"I heard that His Royal Highness Jiu was grounded this time because he wrote an improper answer sheet on the test. I wonder what His Royal Highness wrote?" Liang Shuhong decided not to mention that obtrusive cousin this time, and wanted to talk about something else.
In fact, he had inquired clearly about Wen Chan's grounding for a long time, but at this time he pretended to be confused because he wanted to tell Wen Chan himself. He must be extremely depressed because he was grounded for answering the paper. A few words of consolation and explanation will definitely bring the relationship between the two closer.
Liang Shuhong's abacus was crackling.
But seeing Wen Chan's face turned sad, he said slowly, "Brother Shuhong, I don't want to mention that day..."
Liang Shuhong: "... Oh, that's it."
The surroundings were quiet for a moment, Liang Shuhong thought for a while and decided to change the direction, and said, "Your Highness, did you have any conflicts with that Miss Zhao family on the Shangyuan Festival a few days ago? Later, there were rumors in the capital, and I asked many people. Ask about the situation."
Everywhere in the streets and alleys, wherever you go, you can hear that the Ninth Prince made Miss Zhao kneel down for a lantern, and threatened to smash the stalls selling lanterns. Liang Shuhong was puzzled. Zen doesn’t look like someone who does such things, does he
But he asked a few people, and the rhetoric was almost the same, so he simply asked himself.
Wen Chan raised his eyebrows, a little annoyed, "Brother Shuhong, you don't know, Miss Zhao's family is really going too far!"
Liang Shuhong's eyes lit up, and he immediately pricked up his ears to listen.
I saw Wen Chan's mouth opened and opened again, and then he sighed, "Forget it, it's all over, so don't mention it!"
Liang Shuhong: "..."
The atmosphere fell into embarrassing silence again. Wen Chan sat upright with his hands on his knees for a while, thinking that he should say something. As soon as he raised his hand, Liang Shuhong, who was sitting opposite him, cast his eyes quickly, with a little Looking forward to the starlight.
"Ah Fu, make a pot of hot tea." Wen Chan said.
Ah Fu was clever, and served a pot of hot tea very quickly, poured half a cup for each of them, and then stepped aside.
The breeze blows, the fragrance of flowers and tea are mixed together, white mist rises from the surface of the tea, Wen Chan takes a few breaths lightly, and just about to drink, he hears a voice from the opposite side: "No, let's talk about me Cousin."