[Rebirth] The lord wants a minister to die

The people sent out by Qingping Prince's Mansion should not be too bad.Even though Ning Jin was very unpopular in the palace, when he arrived at He's mansion, he was still clean, without looking like a bitter bun.A pair of extremely black and bright eyes, the moment he saw He Zhan coming out, there was a smile on his sallow face.

The evening at the end of summer is always much colder than usual, and although Ning Jin's clothes are new, they are inevitably thin.He clenched his sleeves tightly, he couldn't believe that he would really see He Zhan again, and his words became timid: "Third...Third Lord..."

Seeing him like this, He Zhan always felt uncomfortable. In his previous life, Ning Jin was the figure he held in the palm of his hand. How could he tolerate such bullying from others?He Zhan took off his robe and put it on Ning Jin's shoulders.Ning Jin was still young, and at this moment he was a head shorter than He Zhan, and his robe was loosely draped over his body.

The servant standing next to him is Fuquan who has served He Zhan since he was a child.It was the first time he saw He Zhan caring so much about a person, and he was a little surprised: "Third young master, you are..."

He Zhan said in a low voice: "When did this young master teach you how to look down on people with a dog's eyes? There is no reason to put on such a big air, so powerful that you want to go to heaven?"

Fuquan quickly kowtowed and said "I dare not".He Zhan's face seemed to be covered with a layer of cold frost: "This is the accompanying reader invited by the young master from Qingping Prince's Mansion. There is no room for you to trample on it lightly and get off to receive punishment." He Zhan is not a person who beats and scolds frequently, but It is necessary to make an example to the monkeys, otherwise Ning Jin will receive many stares in He Fu.

How could Fuquan think that he would have such an innocent disaster, apologized to Ning Jin, and then ran out to receive the punishment with a mournful face, for fear of encountering bad luck again.

Ning Jin tugged at He Zhan's sleeve with his small hand, and said in a low voice, "Third Master, I'm fine." He Zhan reached out and touched his head, and said with a smile, "I've said it all, and I'll just call him Third Uncle from now on. It's me who has no way to discipline my servants and kept you waiting for so long. Have you eaten yet?"

Ning Jin lowered his head timidly, and then said: "Not yet..." He pursed his lips, and continued, "If you have anything to do, just tell my third uncle, I still have strength, and I can eat after I finish."

He Zhan led Ning Jin to the study, displayed the four treasures of the study one by one, and then pressed Ning Jin on the seat.Ning Jin was startled and suspicious, but he dared not disobey, his hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly, and some hot sweat oozes from his back.

"Third Uncle, this is..."

He Zhan said: "I'm going to ask the servants to bring some food. You sit here and help me copy the books for a while."

"Copy books?"

"You can copy whatever you like." He Zhan patted him on the shoulder, and without further ado, went outside the study and summoned a servant.He Zhan thought for a while, and then slowly said to the servants: "Order the kitchen to make pickled vegetables, fresh green shrimp rolls and jade white soup. The fresh green shrimp will remove the fishy smell, and the soup will not put shredded ginger. It should be quick."

The servant looked at the third young master worriedly: "Third young master, you can't eat green shrimps, and you will develop a rash later, and Madam will blame us again."

"I'll just smell it, let's go!"

The servant had no choice but to accept the order, and went to prepare immediately.

When He Zhan turned back to look at Ning Jin, Ning Jin was already sitting beside the small desk quietly copying "Ke Yu Tong Jian".As the sky was getting dark, He Zhan was afraid that he would hurt his eyes, so he picked a bright lamp and placed it on the desk.Ning Jin noticed the candlelight, smiled at He Zhan, and said, "Thank you third uncle."

I don't know if it's the candlelight or what, but Ning Jin's little yellow face was slightly reddish unnaturally.He Zhan looked at it with joy in his heart, and said: "From now on, you will come to the study room to study with me every day, and you are not allowed to go if other people ask you to do it. You can only listen to me, do you understand?"

"clear."

He Zhan nodded in satisfaction, went to the bookshelf to pick a single copy, and lay down leisurely on the red rattan chair.

The shadow of the osmanthus tree outside the court slowly climbed up the window lattice, and the cool night wind passed through the hall, blowing the pages of the book spread on He Zhan's body.He nestled in the easy chair and fell asleep at some point.The study room was filled with peaceful candlelight, and Ning Jin paused his writing pen when he heard the slight sound of pages turning.He jumped off the chair, gently closed the window sash, and tiptoedly put the robe he had been wearing on He Zhan's body.

Ning Jin picked up his pen and continued to copy. After a while, he heard someone calling softly from outside the door: "Third Young Master, it's time to eat."

He Zhan didn't wake up, he frowned and turned over and continued to sleep.Ning Jin walked quickly to the door, raised his hand as a signal, and then suppressed what the other party wanted to say.It was Fuquan who came. He just went to the housekeeper to get the five boards. The housekeeper knew that Fuquan was from He Zhan's room. After he knew the ins and outs, he also understood that He Zhan wanted to punish him for a small punishment, so he didn't beat him hard. At the end of the day, he also brought some Fuquan to deliver food to the young master, making up for his mistakes.

Fuquan came to the study with a limp, seeing Ning Jin, he naturally didn't have a good face: "I'm here to find the young master."

"Third Uncle is asleep."

Fuquan frowned and said, "You can't sleep in the study. It's cold at night, what if you catch a cold?" You are by the young master's side, and if you want to serve the young master in the future, you have to listen to me. If you don't listen, I will let the young master drive you away!"

Ning Jin pursed his lips and lowered his head, as if accepting his words.Seeing that Ning Jin was quite well-behaved, Fu Quan didn't dare to deliberately make things difficult any longer, and instead walked towards the study.Seeing that He Zhan was sleeping soundly on the easy chair, Fu Quan called softly, "Third Young Master? Third Young Master?" He touched He Zhan's arm.

Ning Jin didn't know what he was thinking, so he put the wooden box on the desk, separated Fuquan and He Zhan indiscriminately, put one hand on He Zhan's shoulder, and called, "Third Uncle, it's time for dinner. Third Uncle..."

Fuquan was inexplicably blocked, and he felt a little upset. He saw that He Zhan had opened his eyes in a daze, and it was not easy to get angry with Ning Jin.

He Zhan just woke up and was still a little dazed, his mind was not clear, and he saw Ning Jin subconsciously bowed: "My lord, why are you here?"

Ning Jin was taken aback, not knowing who He Zhan was calling.Seeing that Ning Jin was stunned, He Zhan reacted just now, concealed the doubt in his eyes, and picked up his usual smile: "I recognized the wrong person." He Zhan got up, and Fu Quan hurried forward to apologize: "Third young master, Fuquan brought you the dishes you asked for."

He Zhan Shi ran to the table, brought out the green shrimp and pickled vegetables, filled another bowl of Yubai soup, and signaled Ning Jin to sit down.Ning Jin only obeyed and did things, and never said much.Seeing that Ning Jin actually dared to sit down, Fu Quan stared angrily, and He Zhan responded to Fu Quan: "If you get hit by the board, you should take a good rest. You don't need to be on duty these few days."

Fuquan was full of grievances: "I know I was wrong, young master, don't drive this slave away."

"Who drove you away?" He Zhan couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "I still have some wound medicine in my room, go get it by yourself, and come back as soon as you recover. You will manage Ning Jin's residence, and he was invited by me." Your guest, you must not neglect."

Fuquan glanced at Ning Jin, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, nodded and said, "Fuquan thank you, young master."

"Go down."

Fuquan nodded and stepped back.He Zhan sat on one side, pushed the Yubai soup towards Ning Jin, and motioned, "Are you hungry? Eat quickly."

Ning Jin held the small porcelain bowl in his small hands, feeling the warmth in his palms, with surprise in his eyes, and said, "Can I drink it?"

He Zhan nodded, feeling a little sour in his heart.Why was he tied up with such a pitiful person as Ning Jin?

If he hadn't followed Ning and Jin for several generations, He Zhan might never have understood what it means to live in dire straits—to suffer in the world and then die silently. No one remembered him, and no one knew that he had existed in this world. .He Zhan rubbed Ning Jin's hair subconsciously, and sighed: "From now on, the things of the third uncle will be yours, and you will have everything that the third uncle has."

Ning Jin pursed his lips, lowered his head and took a sip of the soup.The salty aroma of egg flower overflowed between his teeth, he had never tasted such a delicious soup.His eyes were sore and hot from the steaming heat, but he didn't dare to shed tears.

Ning Jin drank the Yubai soup completely, but He Zhan had no appetite, so he just drank tea and watched him eat.Ning Jin asked him timidly: "Does Third Uncle not eat?"

"I'm not hungry." He Zhan shook his head.His throat was dry and sore, and he drank more water to relieve it, but his throat was always uncomfortable and he couldn't eat anything.He gave Ning Jin a green shrimp roll and said, "Eat more."

Ning Jin was obedient and ate as much as he could.

After dinner, He Zhan asked Ning Jin to copy books for a while.He Zhan was lying on the Happy Chair, coughing from time to time.The coldness outside the door hit He Zhan's whole body, he couldn't help shivering, and then he felt that something was wrong-is he going to catch a cold again?

He fell into the water that day in Prince Qingping's Mansion and couldn't change his clothes in time, probably because of the cold air entering his body.In the past few days, he just felt a slight discomfort in his throat, and he didn't take it seriously. Today, he started coughing, which sounded the alarm for He Zhan.Every autumn is the time when he is injured and ill for life after life. He had expected it before, so he cared a lot, and the few lives passed safely. This life seems to be different from usual. First, Ning Jin fell into the water inexplicably, and then It's a sign that he has a cold.

This is not a good sign.He frowned, his heart throbbing.

Seeing He Zhan's serious expression, Ning Jin asked suspiciously: "Uncle, what's wrong with you?" You go to Fuquan, and he will arrange for you to stay."

Ning Jin put down his pen and put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone one by one.He walked up to He Zhan and asked in a low voice, "Can I still come tomorrow?"

"Yes." He Zhan coughed a few times on the bone of his hand, his throat seemed to be burning with fire, and his hoarseness was severe at this time, "Come back tomorrow."

Ning Jin patted He Zhan's back lightly, and asked, "Is third uncle feeling unwell?"

"It's okay, I want to be alone, you go first." He Zhan waved his hand and rushed Ning Jin down.Although Ning Jin was still worried, he would not disobey He Zhan's words, and retreated after closing the door.

He Zhan was panting with some difficulty, the light and shadow overlapped in front of his eyes, making it hard to tell what was illusion and what was reality.His light blue robe was covered with moonlight, and the blue lotus pattern was stained with a thin layer of frost.

Seeing Ning Jin, he could always think of the child who went to Qingfeng Mountain alone to ask for medicine.

These are all debts, and he is here to pay them off.

The author has something to say: He Zhan (with green shrimp): In the past, the lord liked to eat these.

Ning Jin (eating green shrimp): The taste is a bit weird.But it was made by Uncle San himself, I like it.