Fengluo Pingyang

In the afternoon, Lingji received the luggage from the servant of the Hou's mansion.

"The master said, let the young master stay with Young Master Ling for a while longer, so that you don't have to rush back home. Mr. Fu's birthday is coming soon, please young master to work hard by Young Master Ling's side, and also ask Mr. Fu about his preferences, when the time comes Don't show your timidity, and don't lose face to our Marquis." The servant lowered his head and said what Master Fang had ordered, Ling Ji nodded, and turned to look at Fang Yuesheng.

Fang Yuesheng just said listlessly: "I see."

"You go back. Please don't worry, master. I will definitely take good care of the young master."

"No one is as good as Young Master Ling in taking good care of the young master, so the master is naturally relieved." After the little boy said with a smile, he left and went back home.

Ling Ji opened the luggage. In addition to the clothes, there was also a set of tableware that Fang Yuesheng used to use, and a few exquisitely embroidered sachets.

"Miss Shuanghe is very careful." Ling Ji laughed, and packed the contents into her closet one by one.

"Are you familiar with Shuang He?" Fang Yuesheng couldn't help being curious when he heard his tone, it seemed that it was not just a simple acquaintance.

"Not very familiar..." Ling Ji said.

"I remembered." Fang Yuesheng seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly realized, "I remember that both your family and her family have served in our house since the time of the old man. Then the two of you should have a close relationship. Well, after all, among the few people serving in our mansion, only your two are the oldest ones."

"There is indeed some friendship." Ling Ji smiled, "It's just that I'm not in the mansion most of the time, so I have a lot of friendship with other people."

"That's right, you are so capable, you are naturally not the same as other servants." Fang Yuesheng said, but he didn't know whether he was mocking or feeling emotional.

Ling Ji didn't care, and after packing up his things, he walked to Fang Yuesheng's side.

"The young master has been wronged to eat and live with me in the past two days. As for Mr. Fu..."

"I don't want to study." Fang Yuesheng leaned on the table and said, "There are only a few days left. No matter how much I study, I will never become a great writer! It's just a waste of time and torture!"

Seeing his playful appearance, Ling Ji couldn't help smiling.

"Okay, if the young master doesn't want to read it, then don't read it."

"Really?" Fang Yuesheng couldn't believe Ling Ji was so easy to talk.

Ling Ji nodded and said: "Of course it's true. The young master is the proud son of heaven, and he should be pampered and pampered. He doesn't have to work hard like ordinary people to get ahead. The young master's reading is only to cultivate his sentiments. If the young master can't get it It’s fun, so it’s better not to read it.”

When he said such words in a serious manner, Fang Yuesheng felt a little embarrassed after being praised by him.

"You really think so? Then you usually force me by singing along with the master." Fang Yuesheng said.

Ling Ji smiled and said: "That's to deal with the master. The master always hopes that the young master will be diligent and motivated, and the young master just pretends to be motivated, so that the master is happy and can avoid many embarrassments. Why is it always in front of the master? Go against his will."

Fang Yuesheng was dizzy when he heard that, he frowned and thought for a moment, but hesitated and said: "Then I don't know anything, it doesn't seem too good..."

Ling Ji's gaze softened when he looked at him, and he put a hand on his shoulder: "It's enough for the young master to know this truth."

"Is it enough without studying hard?" Fang Yuesheng asked uncertainly.

Ling Ji nodded: "The young master is going to become a prince in the future. The glory and wealth are all in the young master's pocket. Where can the young master work hard? For the young master's status, nature is the most precious. The young master has a pure heart , to be true and pure, to be pure and good, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Another point is that the Twelve Aristocratic Families have been inherited by three generations so far, and the forces of each other are intertwined, getting bigger and bigger, and they are divided into parties and factions to control the government.In the eyes of the current emperor, the more outstanding a family member like Fang Yuesheng is, the more dangerous he is.It's just that such a reason doesn't need to be said by Yue Sheng.Even Lord Fang Hou didn't have such a sense of crisis. He only hoped that the wealth and power of the Fang Mansion would go one step further, but he couldn't see that there were already dangers under his feet, and every step of the way was frightening.

Fang Yuesheng listened to a lot of flattery on weekdays, but this was the first time he heard such a high evaluation of him from Lingji's mouth.Lingji's words were different from other people's flattery, and Fang Yuesheng couldn't tell the difference, but it was very flattering to his ears.

Fang Yuesheng's face was flushed, his eyes were shining, and he looked up at Ling Ji: "You really think so?"

"Of course it's true." Ling Ji said seriously.

"Why didn't you say it before?" Fang Yuesheng was happy, but still complained.

There has never been such a chance between them before. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the two of them can get along like this now after they came back from the mountains.But Ling Ji naturally wouldn't say that, just smiled and said: "The young master is right, I was wrong."

"En." Fang Yuesheng nodded with satisfaction, thought for a while and said: "But Mr. Fu's birthday, I still have to pay attention to it. You just tell me Mr. Fu's likes and dislikes one by one, I will I will take care of myself."

Ling Ji smiled, bowed and saluted: "Yes, young master."

The two of them talked until the sun went down, and for two hours in a row, Fang Yuesheng, who had always been indecisive, showed unprecedented detail and patience, listening to Ling Ji telling him all the things that he needed to pay attention to when going to this special banquet.If Master Fang Hou saw how well-behaved and educated his naughty son was, he would absolutely worship Ling Ji.

With a grunt, an unsightly voice interrupted the two people who were concentrating on it.Fang Yuesheng covered his stomach and looked up at Ling Ji who was leaning against the desk—there was only one chair in the room, which was given to Fang Yuesheng, so Ling Ji stood there all afternoon, and Fang Yuesheng naturally didn't feel any guilt about it.

"I'm hungry." Fang Yuesheng said.In fact, he was tired of listening too, it was only after being praised by Ling Ji in the afternoon that he endured it all the time and forced himself to listen carefully.Otherwise, if Ling Ji felt that he was actually not that good, Fang Yuesheng would absolutely not want to.

"Thank you, master." Ling Ji, who had stood and talked all afternoon without even drinking a cup of tea, said tiredly to Fang Shizi, "Master, wait a moment, I will go to the canteen to buy some food and come back."

"No, I'll go too." Fang Yuesheng stood up, "It's boring to stay in the room all the time. After dinner, you just happened to accompany me around the academy."

"Yes, master." Ling Ji took out a thin cloak and tied it on him, and took the tableware sent by the servant, then took Fang Yuesheng's hand and walked out.

Fang Yuesheng tightened the cloak on his body, trying to shake off Ling Ji's hand, but Ling Ji didn't seem to notice, and still wrapped his hand in his palm tightly.

Seeing that he didn't let go, Fang Yuesheng didn't insist on throwing him away, and let him lead him kindly, walking on the mountain path in the academy.The cool evening breeze blows, quite refreshing.

The more people walked towards the dining hall, the more people there were. Students in twos and threes came together, going to the same place from different directions.

Among them, the fewest people came from the direction of Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, and Tianquan Fourth Academy, but all of them were distinguished, dressed in extraordinary clothes, and had an arrogance that was incompatible with other students.

"Huh? Yueqi, isn't that your elder cousin?" Among the three people who came from Tianxuan Courtyard, the one walking in the middle was Fang Yuesheng's cousin, Fang Yueqi.

"Why is he with Ling Ji?" The young man walking on the left looked surprised.

Fang Yueqi didn't make a sound, and frowned at his naive and stupid little cousin who looked left and right in a daze, his hand was still tightly held by that Lingji, and he didn't even break away.