Oops, the male villain looked at me with affection in his eyes

Zhao Caibao looked at his grandson with dazed eyes and a confused look on his face, and couldn't help but sigh: "Tell me, why are you coming to see grandma so late?"

Shen Lancheng blinked and lowered his head: "Grandma, the child is in trouble, you have to support the child."

Zhao Caibao smiled when he heard this: Her grandson only knows how to have fun. Even in his palace, there are a lot of people playing with him, so what big thing could happen? !

Shen Lancheng didn't dare to raise his eyes, and he said in a voice like a mosquito: "Yesterday, I secretly rode my father's sweaty horse for fun on Tiansheng Street. I didn't want the horse to get frightened and run wildly, and was beaten to death."

Zhao Caibao paused after hearing this: "Oh? Who is so bold that he dares to kill the royal horse in the street without his head?"

Shen Lancheng looked at his grandmother's face and said, "That's what the boy and the officers and soldiers patrolling the city said, but unexpectedly, while the officers and soldiers were escorting the young master, Prime Minister Chu suddenly appeared and took the young master away. "

Zhao Caibao raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Then what did Chu Ye say?"

Shen Lancheng paused and said, "He said that my father has always been kind and would not punish his subordinates because of a horse."

Zhao Caibao looked at Shen Lancheng and said thoughtfully: "Do you know who that young master is?"

Shen Lancheng shook his head: "My grandson doesn't know."

"So, then the Prime Minister unconditionally wants to protect the young master who killed the horse in the street?"

Shen Lancheng nodded.

Zhao Caibao yawned and said, "Okay, the Ai family knows about your matter. Tomorrow the Ai family will ask whose kid dared to kill the royal horse in the street."

Shen Lancheng was so surprised that he saluted repeatedly: "Thank you, Grandma Huang. My grandson will be excused."

In the Zen courtyard, Chu Ye wiped Ning Yu's face with a snow-white brocade handkerchief, while Bai Shu stood aside and almost dropped his jaw in shock.

At this moment, he seemed to see a gentle smile in his master's eyes.

In previous years, Qingming Festival was the saddest time for Chu Ye. Every time after burning the paper money, Chu Ye would drink two glasses of wine in silence until he was so drunk that he staggered back to his room.

Early the next morning, it was the prime minister who was cold, incomparable, and extremely noble.

Today, because of the appearance of this Ning Xiaodan, his master's eyes, which had always been indifferent, had a hint of warmth.

Others may not notice it, but Baizhu, who has followed Chu Ye since he was a child, understands that even if Chu Ye laughs with others, his smile is often not as bright as his eyes. When did he see him so cheerful?

Ning Yu's face was turned pink by the warm handkerchief. She blinked her bright eyes and looked at Chu Ye: "Xiang Chu, when will it be empty and you and I will play again?"

Chu Ye looked at Ning Yu's clean and shiny face carefully, handed the brocade handkerchief into her hand, and said lightly: "Okay."

Ning Yu wiped her hands on the brocade handkerchief and scratched her head in confusion: "Xiang Chu, there is something I don't understand. I just don't know whether to talk about it or not."

Chu Ye straightened his sleeves and said, "Speak."

Ning Yu scratched her ears and cheeks: "Xiang Chu, that girl Yue'er is so talented and beautiful, and she is so infatuated with you, why shouldn't you?"

As soon as Ning Yu finished speaking, she felt that the atmosphere around her suddenly turned cold. She rubbed her hands and looked at Chu Ye, whose face had turned cold: "Haha, I just asked casually, don't take it seriously."

She looked at the sky outside the window and pretended to yawn: "Oh, it's already so late, so I won't disturb Prime Minister Chu's rest. Yu'er will leave."

As she spoke, she walked quickly towards the door.

Bai Shu saw his master's cold face for a moment, and felt a little complicated in his heart: his master has a tough mind and has never been disturbed by others. How could he be so easily affected by others? !

Chu Ye watched Ning Yu go out with heavy eyes. After a while, he sighed and said, "Baishu, watch him return to the Zen courtyard."

Bai Shu bowed and followed quietly.

Chu Ye put his hands behind his hands and looked at the bright moon outside the window, calming down the unspeakable emotions in his heart little by little.

After Bai Shu sent Ning Yu back to his room, he saw that his cold and noble master had returned to his usual calm mood.

Chu Ye said calmly: "Go back home."

The moon's shadow was setting in the west, and a gray carriage quietly returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

On the second day, Chu Ye opened his eyes at dawn.

Last night was the Qingming Festival that Chu Ye had the most peaceful sleep in more than ten years. In his dream, there were no mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and there was no sky full of fire. There was only Ning Yu’s serious face while playing chess and thinking.

When he was six years old, Hua Pingye, who was still the youngest son in General Hua's mansion, sneaked out of the mansion through a dog hole and had a lot of fun with his friends outside the mansion.

When I returned home in the evening, I saw thick smoke billowing from the mansion and flames shooting into the sky. I crawled back from the dog hole and found that the house was already covered in blood. Everyone in the mansion fell to the ground in confusion, and they were all killed.

The young Hua Pingye cried and rummaged through the corpses one by one, and finally found his father who was still alive, and his mother who had protected his brothers and sisters until her death.

Seeing that none of his parents and brothers survived, and having difficulty breathing due to the thick smoke, he gradually lost his will to live, threw himself on his mother's body and slowly closed his eyes.

In the fire, Butler Chu, who was burned beyond recognition, staggered over and picked up the young master and escaped from the sea of ​​​​fire.

The raging fire burned for a day and a night before it was extinguished. From then on, there was no General Zhenyuan Mansion in the Tiansheng Dynasty.

Chu Ye was extremely sad every Qingming Festival after that. He could only get a moment of peace by anesthetizing himself with strong alcohol.

Chu Ye lay quietly for a moment: he didn't expect that because of Ning Yu's appearance yesterday, he had a peaceful sleep.

Bai Shu whispered outside the door: "Master, it's time to get up. We have to go to court soon."

Chu Ye stood up, washed up quickly, put on his court clothes and asked, "Is there anything unusual in the palace last night?"

Bai Shu said: "After Shen Lanqing was demoted, the Fourteenth Prince hurriedly went to the Longevity Palace. The Queen Mother may have already known about Ning Yu's killing of horses in the street."

Chu Ye paused and said, "I think I have to go to the imperial court today. Where do Prince Duolun and Princess Gulun live now?"

Bai Shu replied: "Master, do you really want to save the naughty Ning?"

Chu Ye pursed his lips and said lightly: "Yes."

Bai Shu looked at the complicated expression on his master's face, paused and said, "Prince Duolun and Princess Gu Lun stayed at the Yuelai Inn yesterday."

Chu Ye walked to the table, picked up his pen and wrote a letter, giving it to Bai Shu: "Send it to Yuelai Inn. Prince Duolun must personally sign it."

While handing over the letter, Chu Ye saw the erotic storybook about Ning Yu on the table.

He paused and stuffed the notebook back under the book again.

Bai Shu whistled in front of the window, and Eleven rushed over. He scratched the window eaves and said with a smile, "Master, what are your orders?"

Bai Shu handed the letter to Eleven: "Give this letter to Prince Duolun to open personally."

Shiyi put the letter in his arms, and in a few jumps, it floated towards Yuelai Inn as lightly as leaves blown by the wind.