in the name of calamity

Yue's health is not good, but luckily Qianmian's medicine is better than that of the imperial doctors in the palace.

Speaking of this body, Yue could only smile wryly, what kind of treatment did this body receive, how could it be so weak?

The early morning wind was blowing on her body, Yue hadn't said anything yet, Ning'er had already brought the shawl over with concern.

Yue shook his hand and stood up suddenly.

"Master?" Ning'er looked at him strangely, seeing his flying ax coming out of the window, and exclaimed "Master!"

Yue ignored Ning'er, raised his eyebrows, his body really needed to be exercised.If it was before, the window would not be a problem at all. His jump just now made him gasp suddenly.

"My lord, what are you doing, you scared me to death, look..."

Looking at the chattering little girl in front of him, Yue frowned, and suddenly asked: "Ning'er, how old are you?"

"Twelve." Ning'er replied without thinking.Just when I wanted to ask the son why he asked this question.

Yue glanced at him, and said helplessly, "Why are you more verbose than an old woman!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored Ning'er's reaction and walked forward with a smile. He was going to visit the so-called Junliuyuan.

Ning'er, who was following behind, pouted her mouth, looked at the elegantly walking figure in front of her from time to time, and said in her mouth: "Why do I become an old woman... How can I be so old..."

"What are you mumbling about?" The person walking in front suddenly stopped.

With a blow to his chest, Yue didn't make a sound, but Ning'er who hit him yelled "Ah--".Ning'er rubbed her forehead, held her mouth shut and slowly raised her head. Seeing the young master's gentle smile, she felt relieved.

Yue shook his head, this little girl rubbed her hair and suddenly thought of the little sister next door.

Yue walked and looked at the order of the buildings, terraces and pavilions in this hall. He really liked the design of the surrounding garden in ancient times, with mountains and water, bamboo and corridors.

Stop and go, but also have a leisurely fun.

If it wasn't for Ning'er's shouting, Yue would definitely be in a great mood.

"Young master, you can't go here."

Yue had already stepped into that courtyard with one foot, turned around and asked strangely: "Why can't you enter?"

Ning'er pulled him back, and said in a low voice, "This is the residence of the Eldest Young Master and the others, and the Young Master cannot enter."

ah?Huh? What's the status now? Is the eldest room the second room? Then what room is he, Yue suddenly asked with great interest: "Then where do I rank?"

Ning'er glanced at him, that glance made Yue extremely uncomfortable, it was a look of sympathy and pity, to be comforted by a 12-year-old kid with this look, I really had the urge to want to die.

Ning'er whispered a number, Yue couldn't hear it clearly, and asked again: "What number?"

Ning'er stuck out her tongue and shouted, "Eleven."

Yue twitched at the corner of his mouth, absolutely speechless, and asked Ning'er again: "How many young masters are there in this Junliuyuan?"

Ning'er began to meditate, and finally raised her head, Yue murmured in her heart, but don't say there are eleven in total, Ning'er quickly broke someone's illusion: "Young master is the youngest one."

Yue's handsome face is also a little distorted at this time, what's the matter, even if he is suppressed, he is still the smallest among the male pets.

Ning'er said again: "In terms of age, the young master is also the youngest."

Damn—well, Yue didn't want to scold people, but Ning'er's kind explanation made Yue's face turn black instantly.

"My lord, let's go back!" Ning'er had some pleading voices, but Yue chose to ignore them.

He wanted to see what the young masters of Junliuyuan, this King Beiwu Hao, looked like, he was very curious.

"My lord, the lord does not allow you to leave this courtyard." Ning'er looked at the person who was about to move forward, and said aggrievedly.

Prince, Yue snorted coldly, the temperature from the rising wind condensed into ice on the man's face.Ning'er opened her eyes wide to see, rubbed her eyes, and saw the young master's gentle smile, oh, I was really delusional just now.

When Yue turned around, he smiled coldly.

"Young Master..." Seeing that she couldn't stop it, Ning'er followed quickly. When did Young Master come so stubborn.

It's just some pavilions and courtyards, what's so strange about it, Yue walked slowly, and some servants looked over curiously from time to time.Yue heard someone discuss in a low voice: "This young man is so beautiful, which young man is he?"

"I haven't seen it before, but I heard that there is a handsome young master living in the Yujie Courtyard. Could it be this one?"

"I think so, such a beautiful son, no wonder the prince doesn't come to our master..."

"Our lord is also the same. I haven't seen the lord for a long time..."

Another group of gossip was spreading, and Yue's clear eyes seemed to sweep over it unintentionally, and the people who were still chirping suddenly shut their mouths.

Ning'er asked strangely: "My lord, why don't they talk anymore?"

Yue didn't answer, but still walked forward, Ning'er blinked, and then followed.Of course she didn't know why they shut up, because Yue's eyes just now seemed to be frosty in October.

At the intersection of several pavilions, there was a faint sound of laughter.Through the green branches and leaves, you can see several figures swaying at the mountain pavilion.

Yue tilted his head and asked Ning'er beside him: "Do you know who is in front?"

Ning'er looked up and reported to Yue one by one: "There are three young masters, five young masters, sixth young masters, seventh young masters, and ten young masters. Oh, there should be young master Yun."

As soon as he heard this name, a scarred Qingyun appeared in front of Yue's eyes.He tightened his grip, these young masters really have leisure time and ambitions, shouldn't he get to know each other.

Thinking in my heart, my feet have already stepped up the stairs of the mountain pavilion.

The person who was still joking turned his head when he heard footsteps.

The person standing outside the pavilion was dressed in aqua blue, with blue hair blown by the wind, faintly purple in the sun, and a faint smile appeared on the face of the young man Qing Ming.

There was a hint of warmth in the March breeze in the gentle and elegant words, "Did I disturb everyone?"

The person closest to the Yue stood up, with lingering eyebrows and sharp teeth, beautiful and bright, and said with a smile: "Where is the trouble, I just don't know who this young master is?"

This question was directed at Ning'er, and Ning'er immediately replied, "Young Master Hui, this is Young Master Jing."

Yue was surprised to see that group of people, all the exploration and curiosity looking into his eyes made Yue's eyes quiet for a while.

"It turned out to be the eleventh brother. I thought who it was, but I'm afraid there is only the eleventh brother who is so handsome." The person sitting on the desk, stroking his hair with his hands, said with a soft smile.Ning'er said, this is the third young master's flower.

Yue concealed a chuckle, "I'm not so familiar with you all, and I really can't reach you with this brother."

"Oh," someone yelled strangely, and the sixth son, Rihui, looked at Yue and said, "I'm just talking, brother eleven hasn't been here yet, why don't I take you for a walk."

Yue's face sank, what do you mean by that, saying that his life is low and he can't enter your courtyard?My heart was upset, but my face was calm and calm: "That's not necessary, it's better to let the prince take you for a stroll next time."

He doesn't like that cheap king, but in terms of "being favored", you batch of fallen sons dare to come and show him off.Is it the same as being a male favorite and still competing for favor with the harem?nausea……

When Yue finished speaking, he really saw the anger flashing across the faces of those young masters, and he was in a very good mood.I don't know who shouted: "I heard that Mr. Jing and Mr. Yun are good friends, but it's a pity that he is not here today!"

It was the five sons who spoke, and Yue didn't say a word because he didn't think there was any need to argue with them.It really is the annoying palace. Seeing that he is not talking, Luo Shili, who looks smaller than the size of a battle-axe, smiles hippiely: "Okay, why did you mention Brother Yun, Jing, come and sit more in the future, it's boring to be alone."

There was nothing to be seen on Yue's calm face, but a faint smile, a smile that was as bright as the sun, why did it make everyone present palpitate for a while.

"I won't bother you guys anymore." Turning around to leave, but seeing Hong Ling holding up her skirt, it's really a narrow road.

Seeing the young man standing there, Hongling smirked and said, "Oh, what kind of wind is blowing today, Mr. Jing will come to this courtyard?"

Yue ignored it, seeing that Ning'er wanted to salute and reached her hand, why should he salute this woman.Seeing that he didn't speak, Hongling said again: "Young masters are just in time, and Mianxiufang sent some more cloth over. The princess can't do so much by herself, so she ordered Hongling to send it to you gentlemen. The young master's place is to pick it up." If you like, let Mianxiufang do it."

"Thank you, Princess." The young masters thanked each other and sent their maids to pick them out.

Seeing that Yue was about to leave, Hongling stopped him with one step and said, "Hongling didn't expect Mr. Jing to be there, so Mr. Jing would go pick a horse too? But let's wait for the young masters to finish picking. After all, Mr. Jing is the youngest. Besides, Hong Ling forgot to count. You have entered Mr. Jing, why don't you wait for Hong Ling to go back and report to the concubine, and let Mr. Jing pick the cloth again?"

Yue glanced at her, this woman was dressed in bright red, did she think she was a lantern? !

"Sister Hongling, young master..." Ning'er was about to say something, but Hongling suddenly slapped Ning'er on the face.

The crisp voice made those timid girls tremble in fright.

Hong Zhuang lowered his head and said: "Your son, don't you have a mouth? I need you, a little girl, to speak. If you break the rules, you should hit me."

Ning'er covered her face, her eyes were a little red, and she lowered her head.

There was no sound, and the surrounding area was extremely quiet.With Hongling's slap, he expected that Mr. Jing would not do anything to him, and became even more presumptuous.

The disgusted look at Yue did not hide at all, "Young Master Jing won't blame Hong Ling, right? Hong Ling is just educating this girl for the young master, so that he can remember it long."

Everyone waited with bated breath, but did not hear the boy's reply.

Hong Lingshu hurriedly said: "Mr. Jing is so immature, why doesn't Mr. Jing respond to others' questions?"

The person who originally picked the cloth stopped slowly.

Yue knew, did they spend all their time waiting to watch the show?

Before Hong Ling could react, the light and crisp sound of that slap had already fallen. Hong Ling covered her face being slapped, fell to the ground and stared at the person who did it in disbelief.

The boy who withdrew his hand glanced at the group of people who had stopped with his clear and clear eyes, and suddenly raised a soft and springy smile.

"You..." Hong Ling was about to curse, but when he saw the young man's eyes, he suddenly fell silent.The boy's smile was very warm under the sun, but his eyes were cold and frosty.

He stared at Hong Ling, startled, this... this... Is it just my eyesight.

Yue swept across a group of people who were standing still, and said with a gentle smile: "It's just a lesson to a slave," and then said coldly to Hong Ling, "Beating a dog depends on the master. The princess is really good at discipline, and my master hasn't spoken yet." , Why are you a slave so troublesome, if you break the rules, you should fight."

Seeing Hong Ling's dare not to speak, Yue saw that he was about to stand up, and kicked him to the ground.

"Who allowed you to get up."

"How dare you..." Hong Ling got up, but before she finished speaking, she closed her mouth because of the boy's sudden approach.

"If the prince gives you to me, do you think the prince will agree?"

Hong Ling's face turned pale suddenly. With the young man in front of him being so favored, if he spoke, the prince would definitely agree, but the coldness that suddenly flashed in the eyes of the young man who lowered his head in front of him made Hong Ling frightened.

"I... no... no... the slaves didn't mean to bump into Mr. Jing, the slaves deserve to die, the slaves deserve to die..." Looking at Hong Ling who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, the young masters present looked at each other.

For the young man walking out slowly, there are shock, contempt, appreciation, and dumbness in his eyes, which are rich like a colorful dyeing vat.It's just that the resentment on Hongling's face concealed a dark red in the colorful colors.