Those Years In Quest Of Honor Mine

Zhong Wan glanced at the coachman, the coachman lowered his head in shame, Zhong Wan was helpless, this man seemed to be Yu She.

Unable to hide from what was supposed to come, Zhong Wan got out of the car and entered another courtyard.

Before Yu She came back, Steward Feng was startled when he saw Zhong Wan. After hearing what the people who came out of the palace said, he realized what happened. The concubine is the son's aunt, they, they..."

While talking, someone came back and forth, saying that someone came from the palace, and it was said that Prince Yu from the mansion over there had entered the palace.

Zhong Wan frowned: "Prince Yu was called to reprimand Yu Amnesty?"

"How is that possible?" Steward Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "It must be for the prince to teach Concubine Yu and His Highness the Fifth Highness."

Zhong Wan was still not at ease, "It was Yu She who pushed His Highness Fifth into the water, is it really all right?"

Steward Feng didn't care at all, "If the Fifth Highness is fine, then it's fine. This isn't the first time. At most... the first half of the year will be fined, and house arrest will be for ten and a half months. It doesn't matter."

Butler Feng sighed, "Concubine Yu probably also knew that this was the result again, so she insisted on making trouble..."

Steward Feng acted like he was used to it, but Zhong Wan felt that it was absurd no matter what he thought.

"Why are you here?" Feng Butler remembered Zhong Wanlai now, and said unexpectedly, "You...are you moving here so early? I haven't packed anything yet."

Zhong Wan had no choice but to say, "Your family abducted me here. If it's all right...can you let me go home?"

Butler Feng said without even thinking about it: "Of course not!"

"Since it is the son's intention, how dare we let you go?" The memory of being tortured by the young Zhong Wansheng for three months was deeply etched in Feng Steward's mind. He was afraid that Zhong Wan would sneak away again, so he threatened first, "You If you really left... think about it, what will happen if the son comes back and can't see you?"

Zhong Wan's Adam's apple twitched, "What will happen?"

"If you lose your temper at least, and find a way to make up for it later, you are the one who is unlucky." Steward Feng said in horror, "If it is more serious, he will be furious! In the middle of the night, he led someone to smash the gate of Qian'an Palace and knocked you Take him back directly...King Qian'an is still ill, so he can't bear such a shock, right? Besides, he was escorted all the way back from King Qian'an's mansion by the prince in the middle of the night...Do you still want to lose face?"

Zhong Wan looked at Steward Feng tiredly, "The last time you lobbied, when Yu She came to our house to explain to me, I was almost ashamed."

Butler Feng was wronged, and smiled embarrassingly: "Last time, I was too confused and didn't make it clear, which caused Master Zhong, but this time is different. Think about it, the prince just got angry in the palace, and he has the worst temper." At this time, if you are captured at this time, what will... be done to you?"

Zhong Wan thought blankly, what will... what will happen to me?

In a fit of rage, tied me to the bed, is this and that?

Zhong Wan's ears turned slightly red, and for a moment, he really wanted to run away.

"I don't want to leave. I have something to ask him." Zhong Wan coughed and looked around, "Where should I wait for him? The study?"

"No one else is allowed to enter the study room of the eldest son." Steward Feng made up a nonsense, "wait for the bedroom of the eldest son."

Zhong Wan looked at Butler Feng tiredly, "Did you put the bathtub and flower petals in the bedroom?"

Butler Feng blushed, "Of course not! Then...Master Zhong will go to the wing where you used to live?"

Zhong Wan was taken aback: "Are you still keeping it?"

Butler Feng said, "Of course, I'll take you there."

Butler Feng took Zhong Wan to the place where he used to live and left, Zhong Wan let out a soft breath.

Nothing in the wing room has changed, for a moment Zhong Wan thought he was back to seven years ago.

There was only one more little girl holding a lamp in the room, she looked twelve or thirteen years old.

Zhong Wan smiled: "Are you serving Prince Yu?"

The little girl shook her head, not daring to speak.

Zhong Wan said: "You go, I don't need anyone to wait on you."

The little girl didn't dare to leave, so she stood by the table.

Zhong Wan couldn't help it, for this girl, he couldn't even lie down, he could only sit upright, looking for nothing to say, "How many years have you been in this mansion?"

It took a long time for the little girl to say softly: "Five years."

"Oh, then I haven't seen you." Zhong Wan nodded, "I... used to stay in the house for a while, and you were probably only four or five years old at that time."

The little girl looked at Zhong Wan timidly.

Not being able to drive away, and having nothing to say, Zhong Wan casually picked up a book to read, just turned two pages, and saw the little girl slowly rubbing against the desk.

Zhong Wan continued to flip through the book, keeping an eye on her from the corner of her eye.

The little girl thought that Zhong Wan hadn't noticed, so tremblingly, with shaking hands, she opened the small incense burner.

Zhong Wan turned another page of the book.

The pages of the book clattered, and the girl quickly retracted her hands in fright, not daring to move.

Zhong Wan reckoned that Housekeeper Feng had ordered her something. The child was timid and clumsy, so he dragged her into the room without taking care of it.

Zhong Wan still did not speak, quietly flipping through the book.

After a while, the little girl went to the desk again, gently opened the incense box, and cautiously grabbed a handful full of benzoin.

Zhong Wan: "..."

At a young age, he is ruthless.

The little girl didn't know what kind of instruction she got, she thought about it, grabbed another handful, and put them all into the incense burner, so as to put out the charcoal fire, she covered the incense burner with shaking hands, and retreated to the side.

The benzoin in the censer was burning like a raging fire, billowing thick smoke.

Zhong Wan couldn't hold back and sneezed.

The little girl fluttered like a chicken in fright.

"Go down." Zhong Wan was so angry that he lost his temper, "I'm sleepy, you girl, you can't watch me sleep, can you?"

The little girl's errands have been completed, so she didn't dare to stay longer, she was blessed and retired with a sense of relief.

Zhong Wan got up and looked at the small censer, dumbfounded. The young Yu She used only three or five pieces of benzoin to force herself to sleep. Butler Feng's hands are too poisonous. This censer full of benzoin... Are the people who smoked themselves unconscious?

Zhong Wan covered her mouth and nose and coughed twice, picked up the teacup, poured it into the incense burner, turned around and lay down on the couch.

Yu She doesn't know if he can come back tonight.

Zhong Wan laughed, luckily it was benzoin, if it was an aphrodisiac, he would have been killed by that old thing if he stayed alone in an empty room all night...

Zhong Wan was most afraid of this kind of fragrance, and after being smoked for a while, he began to feel sleepy. He pinched the center of his brows, his mind was in a mess.

He still couldn't figure out what was going on with Yu She's background.

Regardless of how cruel Xuan Qiong said, Yu She really murdered the prince, is this all right?

What was Emperor Chong'an thinking?

Could it be...the old Emperor Chong'an had too many worries and didn't dare to pardon Yu?

Zhong Wan frowned tightly, thinking about Xuan Jing, thinking about Xuan Qiong, lamenting that Emperor Chong'an's fate is really bad.

The only two remaining sons are worthless compared to the other.

Xuan Jing's brainless thing is still making glass cups in his own mansion, Xuan Qiong... Zhong Wan has never gotten along with him, but judging by the shitty things he did today, he knows that these years have not benefited at all.

Zhong Wan put himself in the shoes of Emperor Chong'an and made a decision, the more he thought about it, the more he felt cold.

If Yu She is really the parent and son of Emperor Chong'an, whichever Xuan Jing and Xuan Qiong chooses, I am afraid that they will not be able to withstand Yu She's rebellion in the future.

But someone has to inherit the throne. Emperor Chong'an is almost sixty years old. Even if there is smoke from the imperial mausoleum to let him have another prince, Emperor Chong'an will not survive the adulthood of the new prince. But in the future, someone will inherit the throne. Zhong Wan turned over and got a headache... Could it be that Emperor Chong'an really wanted to set up Yu's amnesty?

If this is the case, none of Xuan Jing and Xuan Qiong will survive. If Yu She wants to ascend the throne, it is impossible to keep these "righteous" princes.

Xuan Jing and Xuan Qiong also expected it, so they must get rid of Yu She early.

The more Zhong Wan thought about it, the more impatient he became, and he began to think about Xuan Rui who was taking medicine. Xuan Rui had been ill for several days, and today he finally had a chance to ask Emperor Chong'an to resign, but he was disturbed by Xuan Qiong again. , Zhong Wan gritted his teeth angrily, his mind couldn't move after being smothered in benzoin, and fell asleep after worrying for a while.

Zhong Wan slept very restlessly, in a daze, feeling like she was back in her youth, when she was ill and was taken care of by Lin Si.

Zhong Wan had already passed on the news at that time, her heart fell to the ground, and she fell into a coma. She was awake only intermittently for half an hour every day, but she couldn't open her eyes either.

He remembered that Lin Si's clumsy thing poured himself a bowl of medicine, as if he was in a water fight with him in Prince Ning's mansion before, and splashed it directly on his face.

Zhong Wan gathered all her strength, holding the dripping soup on her head, and gritted her teeth and said to Lin Si: "You go..."

But it happened that Yu She, who came to see him under pressure, heard it.

The young man Yu She thought the words were addressed to him, his face turned green and pale, turned around and left.

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Zhong Wan was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and fell under the bed in a hurry, knocking himself unconscious.

At that time, Zhong Wan fell asleep and was thinking about how to coax Yu She, who had lost his temper with him, so anxious that she wanted to get up to fight Lin Si, but she didn't have the strength.

Fortunately, Yu She seemed to come by himself later.

Zhong Wan couldn't remember how Yu She took care of him back then, but he seemed to be able to see it in his dream. He watched the young Yu She helplessly hugged his young self, and scooped up the soup with a small spoon, bit by bit. Feed myself, and every time I feed myself, I will take out a sugar purse from my arms, and put a piece of sugar into my mouth.

Zhong Wan saw her young self coughing and vomiting again, Yu She hugged herself and patted herself, then rolled up her sleeves, asked someone to bring a water basin, and scrubbed herself.

Zhong Wan saw the young Yu She blushing again, fidgeting restlessly. After hesitating for half an hour, he walked to the bed and gently untied his clothes...

Zhong Wan laughed softly in his dream.

Zhong Wan almost woke himself up laughing, in the confusion, he felt that someone was sitting on the head of his bed.

Zhong Wan slept on this couch for half a year, everything was very familiar, and he was not woken up, he was so intoxicated by the sedative fragrance that he became unconscious, and thought to himself, this is the memory of his childhood, has he started to have a dream?

At that time, Yu She was not so tall.

Zhong Wan vaguely felt that the person sitting at the head of the bed bent down slightly and was very close to him. There was a sound of cloth rubbing in Zhong Wan's ears, and she felt that the other person was smoothing her hair for her, and her cool fingers swept through her hair , making Zhong Wan squint her eyes comfortably.

Zhong Wan turned his head unconsciously, his face rubbed against the man's hand, and the man withdrew his hand immediately.

Zhong Wan frowned, and after a while, he felt that his clothes were untied little by little.

Zhong Wan instinctively wanted to close his clothes, but his wrist was lightly pressed against the pillow, the force was not heavy, it only restricted Zhong Wan's movements and did not make him feel uncomfortable.

Zhong Wan couldn't wake up, felt that the person in the dream had untied her clothes little by little, and supported her waist, took off her coat and put it aside.

The other party put his hand on the lapel of his inner coat again, and hesitantly touched the top button with his slender fingers. After a long while, he moved his hand away, but did not untie it.

Zhong Wan didn't know whether he was lucky or regretful in his dream, he moved a little, thinking that this dream was over, but the next moment...

The other party bent down|, and suddenly leaned very close to her, Zhong Wan clearly felt the cool hair of the other party drooping down and brushing against her neck.

The other party's breath was right next to her ear, Zhong Wan suddenly became a little emotional, and whispered: "Ziyou..."

The other party's breathing suddenly became heavier, and the stamina of benzoin hit, and Zhong Wan fell asleep completely...

In the early morning of the next day, Zhong Wan sat on the bed, staring blankly at his coat at the end of the bed.

Zhong Wan remembered clearly that he never took off this dress last night.

That's...how did it get taken off?

The clothes were folded twice, obviously he couldn't take them off by himself in his dream.

Zhong Wan took a deep breath, faintly feeling that she might have lost something last night.

Butler Feng knocked on the door outside, pushed the door open and walked in, sneaking a glance at Zhong Wan with flickering eyes.

With a glimmer of hope in her heart, Zhong Wan tried her best to speak naturally, "Last night... Did Little Prince Yu return home?"

Butler Feng nodded cautiously, "As soon as I come back, I will come to your place."

Zhong Wan was in despair.

Zhong Wan frantically recalled whether she was not strict with her mouth last night, called names that should not be called, and said things that should not be said.

Steward Feng asked cautiously: "Master Zhong, do you want, what, do you want..."

Zhong Wan's voice trembled: "No hot water!"

Butler Feng swallowed, "It's fine, but you...you're so quiet, I don't feel relieved."

"What about it?" Zhong Wan said in despair, "Should I bite the quilt and cry now I'm so dirty, am I so dirty?"