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Although the autumn wind is refreshing, the heat is gradually disappearing.

The young man was standing in the courtyard with a folding paper fan, watching the two youths wielding knives and guns in front of him, with a sly look on his lips.

Even in the autumn season, such activities are profusely sweating. Seeing that the young man has gradually withdrawn his gestures, it seems that the competition is about to stop. The young man closed his folding fan and drew it like a sword. , little brother, come to ask for advice!"

After closing the words, he rushed up holding the folding fan.The two people who were about to close their momentum saw the young man rushing towards them, and hurriedly blocked the young man's attack with the weapons in their hands.

One of the youths looked at the boy helplessly, and shouted while beating: "Third brother, taking advantage of others' danger is not what a gentleman does!"

"The eldest brother and the second brother are both on the battlefield. When facing the enemy, they don't want to take advantage of the danger to kill the enemy early and forget it. Is it possible that they still want to be upright and take their time?" The young man asked with a smile. Two elder brothers, one holding a gun and the other holding a sword, no matter which one's weapon is sharper than his short fan and it is easier to hit people, but the young man is able to do a job with ease under the fierce offensive of the two, and even caused a lot of damage to the two of them. troubled.

"I haven't seen you in half a year, the third brother is good at kung fu!" His brother praised, "In a few years, follow us to kill the enemy!"

After saying that, he picked up the spear in his hand, deftly knocking down his folding fan without hurting the young man, deciding the victory or defeat.

"I don't want to go." The young man frowned, "I want to be the No. [-] Scholar and become famous throughout Huijing, Mr. Jingchen, and even the world in the future!" He proudly said his oath, picked up his As soon as the folding fan was opened, it turned into a handsome young man in an instant. Does it look like someone with martial arts?It seemed that he wasn't the one who challenged the two young men with fierce moves just now.

"Hahahaha, good! good!" A deep voice sounded, and the man came slowly with his wife. "My family, Chen'er, is outstanding in literature. Who knows who in Huijing? Since Chen'er has ambitions, then Chen'er must study hard, and don't let your father's expectations of you go down."

The man looked at the boy with undisguised satisfaction in his eyes.

"Our family went to battle to kill the enemy. Although we have made great achievements, we are also called reckless. If the third brother becomes famous in the world in the future, he can slap them on the mouth severely." The gun-wielding youth patted the boy head of.

The young man hid beside the young man with the sword, and said angrily, "Second brother, I am fifteen, and I will be crowned in three years. Don't pat me on the head again!"

"Okay, okay, if the second brother doesn't shoot, everyone in our Jing family is capable. According to me, the third brother might as well just be crowned this year."

"The one who gets crowned at the age of 15 is a commoner, do you want your brother to work in the field after being crowned?" The beautiful woman covered her lips and smiled, "No wonder you are a reckless man, why can't you remember the rules of crowning?" live?"

The young man scratched his head, in front of his mother, he was not the precocious son of a general.

"Okay, you should be tired after practicing martial arts for so long, mother has made some snacks, come and have a taste." She took her youngest son's hand and greeted everyone.As he walked, he said earnestly, "Chen'er, you have been outstanding in literature since you were a child. Mother is proud of you. It's just that you haven't had much contact with the outside world in these years, and you don't know the intrigue of the literati. I heard that you have been rising every day these days." Mansion, mother can't want to hinder your interest, but mother has a word, you must remember that those people in the outside world are not as kind as you imagined."

"Mother, don't worry, my son only went to Wenxuan Building when he went out. The imperial examination is approaching, and there are more literati in Wenxuan Building. Chatting with them, my son can learn a lot."

"That's good. Your father and brother have been fighting abroad all year round. After all, the knowledge learned by the mother is read by the daughter's family. A man who stands in the world should not be blocked by these narrow knowledge. I believe that even if my son does not join the army Talent will not be buried!"

"Mother, my son promises that when your son performs the coronation ceremony, he will be famous all over the world!"

The young man's imperative vow resounded crisply in his ears, and the moment Jing Chen woke up, he saw only the desertedness of the room.

He slowly looked around, then looked at his hands, a little absent-minded, and it took him a long time to react.

He is not dead?Did he not die after drinking that bowl of soup?

"Master, are you awake?" The curtains were lifted, and the pretty girl stood beside the bed with a medicine bowl in her hand, looking at him worriedly.

"I'm not dead?" he asked hoarsely.

"Physician Yang came back from outside. With him here, you will be fine." The girl said, holding back her sadness.

"Really?" Jing Chen picked up the medicine bowl and drank the medicine inside.

"Master..." Looking at Jing Chen, she always felt that something was wrong with the young master.

"Zhuyue," Jing Chen said softly, "When do you usually leave the palace and pass my news to elder brother?"

"Young Master!" Zhuyue's expression turned pale, and she looked at him with some fear.

"Zhuyue, I'm not stupid." Jing Chen closed his eyes slightly, "Although I've been being stupid for so many years."

"Master, you..." Zhuyue's eyes widened, and she hesitated to speak.

"Go and call Zhuqing, and bring in a brazier by the way."

"What does the young master want the brazier for?" Zhuyue was a little confused.

"There are some things that I don't want to read anymore." He sighed softly, "Go."

Zhuyue nodded, and left for a while, she brought a maid who looked somewhat similar to her, and brought a brazier in her hand.

Jing Chen motioned for them to close the door, and propped himself up to get out of bed.

"The young master is not in good health..."

"It's just a bowl of poison," Jing Chen sneered, "I, Jing Chen, won't fall to this point."

He opened the closet and looked at the luxurious clothes inside. He was momentarily absent-minded. He originally loved white clothes. Back then, no one in Huijing knew that Mr. Jing Chen liked white clothes. When he was young, he was even more handsome in white clothes. As long as he appeared, Others must have lost their style, it's just that he has been in this deep palace for many years, and he doesn't remember when he also wore this luxurious color.

The reason is because of what?

It seems to be a compliment from him back then?

Jing Chen laughed, and took out all the gorgeous clothes from the closet, he even found a few dresses of concubines, the hands holding those clothes tightened involuntarily, and he suddenly smiled wryly.

Since when did he put all this effort into building a good relationship with his concubines, I don’t remember, I really don’t remember, these dresses were originally intended to be given to his concubines, but they didn’t have time , He was sued by Concubine Li and given those poisoned soups.

However, all he could say was that he was lucky.

"Master..." Zhuyue looked at him and emptied most of the closet, and was a little confused as to what he wanted to do.

"Zhuyue Zhuqing, burn all these clothes." He threw those clothes on the ground and said indifferently.

"Burn...burned?" Zhuyue stared at him incredulously.

"Well," he looked at the clothes indifferently, "burned."

"But master, these are your favorite clothes."

"These are not my favorite." Jing Chen chuckled and took out the white clothes in the corner, "You make a few clothes every year and put them in my closet, don't you just want me to remember them?"

Zhuyue's eyes widened all of a sudden, she couldn't speak, but her eyes clearly flashed with excitement.

"Yeah, I remembered," he took out those clothes, put them on his face, and muttered to himself, "The third son of Huijingjing family, he was intelligent since he was a child. , is truly a genius in this world!"

"Young Master, Eldest Young Master asked me to bring you a message." Zhuqing blinked vigorously, but tears still fell down involuntarily, "You will always be the pride of our Jing family, forever!"

Jing Chen put down his clothes, he didn't cry, but his voice was a little choked up, he raised his head a little arrogantly, like a boy in a dream, and said arrogantly: "That's natural, I, Jing Chen, want to be famous in Cangyun Continent people."

"Yes, the third young master of my family is incomparable to anyone." Zhuqing said with tears, and Zhuyue was already sobbing.

"Then, do you burn these things that are in the way of my young master?" Jing Chen asked pretentiously.

"Burn, burn, let's burn it right away." Zhuyue took out the torch, picked up a piece of clothing and threw it into the brazier, and lit it carefully.The brazier was not too small, but Jing Chen had a lot of clothes, in addition to the ones rewarded by the man, there were also gifts from the concubine, and Zhuyue slowly threw them into the brazier one by one.

The smell of smoke began to permeate the whole room. Jing Chen opened the window a little to let in the air. The man just poured him a bowl of poison a few days ago. Now everyone will feel that he has fallen out of favor, and he must not bother to come here. They are now It must have gone to Li Fei's place.

Jingchen went to the desk to find some calligraphy and paintings, and asked Zhuyue to burn them together.

"Be careful of these flames, let's burn them slowly, and make sure they burn cleanly!" Jing Chen said.

Zhuyue nodded seriously, and tore those clothes into strips.The young master said that it must be burned cleanly, then she will definitely follow the young master's mind.

"Zhuqing, I have a letter that I want you to bring to Big Brother. How often do you contact Big Brother every time?"

"Master, if you have a letter from home, Qing'er can hand it out tomorrow." Zhu Qing said.

"Is there any danger?"

"The young master only knows that Qing'er belongs to the young master, but he doesn't know that Qing'er and Yue'er are the secret guards that the young master personally trained for the young master, but Qing'er will definitely do it when he goes out of the palace to send a letter from the family!"

"In that case, I'll trouble you." Jing Chen sat down at the desk, and Zhuqing immediately helped him grind it knowingly.

Jing Chen looked at the rice paper spread out for a long while, lost in thought.

He has been in the palace for ten years. He insisted on staying by his side regardless of his parents and elder brother's obstruction, and even hurt his father and elder brother's heart by saying hurtful words. Now...he doesn't know if they will forgive him, but he has to try. After trying it, he really wanted to kowtow to them, tell them that his son was unfilial, and tell them that he regretted it.

The true love he thought of at the beginning turned out to be just a stepping stone for him to consolidate his power, and that person...was just using him after all.

If that person believed in him, he wouldn't be forced to drink poisonous soup in full view, even in the past... This time, he won't wait for that person to let himself go for a while before coming on purpose." Caring about him, this kind of trick, in ten years, he should have hated it long ago.

He really wanted to ask that person if he ever loved him, but now that he has let go, why should he be obsessed with this answer?

The third son Jing no longer loves him, does it matter whether that person has ever loved him?

After Jing Chen finished writing his first letter from home in ten years, he hesitated for a while at the signing office, and solemnly wrote the word "Qingchi".