The host wants to be human today

Chapter 1008
Hearing this sentence, the person who was copying the scriptures with his head down paused slightly, and the ink on the pen tip soaked into a ball on the rice paper in just a moment.

He put down the brush in his hand, turned to pick up the bowl on the side, and started to drink without saying a word, but the breath around him became colder visible to the naked eye.

Knowing that he said something wrong, the young man hurriedly lowered his head, feeling extremely helpless in his heart.

The master of his family, to be precise, is the prince of this country.

He lost his mother at the age of five, was deposed as the crown prince at the age of six, and was imprisoned in the cold palace. At the age of eight, he was framed by several highnesses and deprived of the right to enter the Imperial Academy. Now, there is no intention of going back to the palace.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but sigh, it was indeed His Majesty's fault.

After all, His Royal Highness grew up in the imperial palace and was treated coldly. He only enjoyed the convenience brought by the crown prince until he was five years old, and later lost the emperor's trust.

If it wasn't for his highness being smart enough to give up the throne and leave the palace as soon as possible to establish his own influence, he might not be alive today.

The few people in the palace... But each one is not simple.

It was only now that His Majesty gradually saw some things clearly, so he hoped that His Highness could return to the palace.

Since last year, it has been two years in a row to see it every month, although every time it is in vain.

Just as I was thinking wildly, I heard a slight collision sound coming from the front, it was the sound of a bowl being placed on the table.

He raised his head cautiously, and saw that the bowl was empty, so he suppressed his thoughts and walked over to clean it up, then retreated quietly.

As soon as he left the courtyard, he saw several servant boys coming up with brooms in their arms.

Seeing him, several people hurriedly greeted him.

"Master."

The young man nodded, glanced at the direction of several people, and reminded.

"Don't bother the viewer today."

The younger waiter responded and looked over there curiously.

"Is the Lord in a bad mood today?"

"Ah."

"Good Taoist priest."

After explaining the few people, the young man went to the kitchen with the food box.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared that several servant boys got together and muttered.

"Why is the Master unhappy? You can eat and drink here, although it's a bit boring."

"But there's nothing interesting at the bottom of the mountain. The relationship between the capital and the city is still complicated. It's not as safe as here, and people come to deliver food every few days."

The oldest boy knocked their heads angrily.

"Okay, be more prudent in doing things. It's our turn to take care of the temple master's affairs. Be careful when you are transferred to the capital."

Several servant boys shrank their necks when they heard the words, and responded with nana.

"understood."

They don't want to be replaced.

...

Hearing the faint movement from outside, the person sitting at the table closed his eyes, no emotion could be seen on his delicate and beautiful face.

After a while, I picked up the pen to copy again.

...

The next day.

It is rare to have a big sun today, except for a heavy snowfall at night, which had stopped in the early morning.

The young man hurried into the courtyard with a letter, and as expected, he saw the young man reading a book there.

He patted the air-conditioning on his body and walked over, saying respectfully.

"Monastery Master, this is a letter from Yu San."

The man who had lowered his head slightly raised his eyes when he heard the words, the sun above his head rendered his black hair into a beautiful light golden color, obscuring his beauty a bit.

The boy responded in a low voice, and reached out to take it.

Guessing that he had finished reading the content, the young man tentatively asked.

"Do our people need to do anything?"

He thought for a few seconds and shook his head.

"Just keep staring."

(End of this chapter)