The story of the rich and the young being tricked into farming

Han Xiuping only half believed Jing Min's words, after all, if his prince was serious about Ye Xiaozhou, he wouldn't ask Chen Mengchu to keep those things.

Sure enough, not long after, Jing Min coughed with a tickle in his throat, and then casually opened his mouth, telling him: "Clean up those things on the ground, it's an eyesore."

"Yes." Han Xiuping moved quickly, bent over and picked up the wooden tray.

Jing Min pondered for a moment, lightly touched his temples with his two fingers in Shizhong, and then ordered calmly: "Let the kitchen prepare some hot porridge, and then warm up the black-bone chicken and ginseng soup prepared for dinner."

Han Xiuping knew it in his heart, he didn't dare to open his mouth to ask the reason, he just responded.

As soon as the prince spoke, the kitchen naturally didn't dare to slack off, and soon delivered a double-layered dark red food box.

Jing Min glanced at Han Xiuping, who immediately understood, stepped forward to take the food box, and then offered the wooden tray to King Ning: "I'm afraid I will have to trouble Your Highness for these."

Han Xiuping had to carry the lunch box and serve the fake King Ning, and he didn't have superhuman strength. It was really difficult for one person to do so many things.

Jing Min snorted coldly, and then took the tray unwillingly.

"Wait," Jing Min suddenly stopped Han Xiuping, "bring another lamp."

So Han Xiuping went back and took a long burning lamp that was placed on King Ning's table. He dared not disobey him, but he couldn't help but think sarcastically, why bother?

When both of them entered the entrance of the dungeon, the overwhelming darkness pressed down, and the air was filled with the smell of tidal decline. Jing Min rarely came here in person, and the tangy smell made him frown. .

"Your Highness," Han Xiuping couldn't help teasing before taking two steps, "In the dungeon, meals are only delivered every two days. This is the rule you set."

Jing Min sneered: "That's the rule for you."

Han Xiuping suppressed his laughter, imitating Jing Min's tone again, and said slowly: "If you have enough food and clothing, you will go to the dungeon to enjoy your blessings. What's the point of such a punishment?"

Jing Min spat out a sentence with a cold face: "Thirty whips."

"It's my subordinate's cheap mouth, my subordinate shut up immediately," Han Xiuping said poorly because he didn't want to do anything, but even if he knew Jing Min better, he didn't have the guts to touch Jing Min's bottom line, so he immediately put it away , lowered his head softly.

After a while, Han Xiuping recovered and spoke in a straightforward manner.

"It's just that I am so humble to see that His Highness is obviously happy when he knows that the princess is happy. The prince's request to the emperor to marry him must not be just to humiliate the princess." Han Xiuping felt that he had never been so earnest in his life, and he was just like a toothless old woman. , "After all, if His Highness really wants to torture their family, there are many other ways."

"My lord, if you really have a place for a princess in your heart, then be gentle with him, and don't make him sad anymore."

Jing Min didn't snort this time, his mood has indeed fluctuated too much recently, as if he was led by Ye Xiaozhou when he was happy or angry, he didn't like the feeling of being led by the nose like this.

But if it's liking, pleasing... maybe it can be explained.

But how could he fall in love with Ye Xiaozhou?

For so many years, he has survived by hating Jiang Fuliu, Jing Ling and Ye Xiaozhou.He has no goals for his life and future, and he doesn't have anything in particular that he wants to achieve. It seems that the only motivation that supports his life is these unspeakable hatreds.

He hates Ye Xiaozhou for easily possessing his untouchable life; he hates that there are always people who will shelter him from the wind and rain, and let him live a clean life; he hates his completely different... clean and innocent.

But at the same time, Jing Min can't forget Ye Xiaozhou's childish chubby face when he was young, looking at him with ice-glazed black eyes, and stuffing milk cakes into his hands.

King Ning still remembered the sweetness of that piece of milk cake, which was a taste he had never tasted again after trying all the milk cakes made by famous chefs in Luojing and the royal chefs in the palace.

Those old things in the Hanlin Academy only taught him to read the books of sages and sages, to act as a gentleman, to respect the principles of heaven and ethics, and to know propriety, righteousness and shame at the bottom, and to assist the emperor and govern without any dissent.

But no one alone taught him what love is.

Before he was ten years old, he wandered around with Jiang Fuliu, struggling with food and clothing all day long. Jiang Fuliu was always a dignified and self-restraining woman who only taught him to read and write, taught him to be vigilant, taught him to be self-reliant, and depended on him for life. But not very intimate.

After he was ten years old, he was trapped in the huge capital city again. When he first arrived, he was greeted with the death of that cheap father, the suspicion of his elder brother, the new emperor, and his understanding and understanding of love seemed to be dead in his womb. It failed to germinate successfully.

Probably most children can learn to love and be loved without a teacher, but Jing Min seems to be missing a string. He is very open to it. After all, he is different from others. Hate and anger are his hopes. Only then can he continue to live alone in this world.

"If he is willing to admit his mistake," Jing Min pondered for a long time before continuing, "I can consider forgiving him."

Han Xiuping smiled very relieved, so that Jing Min could magnanimously expose the matter of whipping him, so he flattered: "Your Highness can think so, it is the princess's blessing."

After he finished speaking, he opened the iron prison door that closed Ye Xiaozhou. Jing Min heard the sound of the key rubbing against the copper lock, and his heart suddenly tightened, as if he felt a sense of homelessness and timidity.

"Forget it, these things are still delivered by you, the king will not go in."

Seeing that Jing Min's attitude has just softened, if he doesn't strike while the iron is hot, how long will Ye Xiaozhou be imprisoned?

Han Xiuping immediately persuaded: "Your Highness, if these things are only sent in by subordinates, it would seem too disingenuous. You can't lock the princess in this dungeon for a lifetime, can you?"

"You don't need to teach me a lesson," Jing Min's eyes fell on the dark cell, but he couldn't find Ye Xiaozhou, so he muffled, "Let's go."

Han Xiuping then pushed Jing Min into the empty prison cell, the weak light of the lamp in his hand could only make people see clearly within three feet, the visibility in this dungeon was still very low.

"Princess," Han Xiuping pushed King Ning into the room, "Han Xiuping, a humble worker, here to bring you some food and warm clothes."

His voice echoed slightly in the empty dungeon.

As soon as Han Xiuping's words fell, there was a movement in the darkness. Jing Min's perception ability was very good, and he whispered: "The southeast corner is less than three feet away."

Han Xiuping followed his instructions and walked towards the southeast corner. Sure enough, within three feet, the two saw Ye Xiaozhou curled up in a corner.

The koi pond is right behind this place, which is the most humid place in the entire dungeon, but only here can hear some water flow, at least there is no connection with the outside world.

"Princess, this is your dinner today." Han Xiuping leaned slightly, and put the dark red food box at Ye Xiaozhou's feet.

Ye Xiaozhou replied hoarsely: "Thank you."

The rolling noise of the wooden wheelchair is clearly annoying in this empty dungeon, but Ye Xiaozhou looks like he hasn't noticed Jing Min, and doesn't even give him a look.

But remembering what he said just now, Jing Min didn't get angry, but asked with a cold face: "Do you know what's wrong?"

Ye Xiaozhou didn't seem to hear his voice, he just hugged his knees and sat on the damp ground.

Jing Min repeated it patiently: "Ye Xiaozhou, this king asked you, do you know your mistake?"

Han Xiuping helped his forehead in the dark, he really didn't expect his prince to be so incomprehensible, he refused to say a word of softness, he didn't come here to ask for peace, but rather to find fault.

"Princess, my lord is asking you something."

After staying in the dark for a long time, Ye Xiaozhou felt dazzling when he saw the dim lantern in Han Xiuping's hand. He first squinted his eyes, then raised his head slightly, and met Shang Jingmin's eyes.

"The grassroots are stupid, and I don't know what's wrong, so I ask Your Highness to point me out." Ye Xiaozhou said coldly.

He does not recognize the identity of Princess Ning at this level, he does not want to call himself a concubine, and would rather consider himself the young master of the Ye Mansion.

Jing Min guessed his thoughts, took a breath calmly, and let it out lightly, King Ning's tone was still calm, he said calmly: "You are the princess of this king after all, Today's matter, as long as you sincerely admit your mistake to this king, this matter will be written off, and you will still be your princess in the future."

Ye Xiaozhou suddenly snorted coldly, with a sad and angry tone: "If you dare to ask the lord, then the fact that you lied to me is not counted? You brought down the Ye family and caused my father to go to the border. You repay your kindness with grievances. Is it okay to take his life?"

"You said it so lightly, how could it be possible to write it off? What kind of harm have you caused us, can you just write it off with one sentence now?"

Jing Min probably didn't expect that he would put his face down like this, but Ye Xiaozhou was still so ungrateful, he was a little annoyed, but fortunately, he really thought a lot just now, and forced a lot of patience to deal with Ye Xiaozhou.

"Then what does the concubine want?" Jing Min looked at him condescendingly, "I can promise you that as long as you admit your mistake, you will let your father go."

Ye Xiaozhou didn't think the promise of a person like Jing Min who had deceived him was credible, so he asked with a stiff voice, "What if I still refuse to write it off?"

Jing Min's patience was completely exhausted, and he was no longer in the mood to discuss it with him.

He threw the wooden tray heavily in front of Ye Xiaozhou: "My concubine, I don't have the time to chat with you. If you are really so stubborn, I will never let you down--even if my concubine loves you in the future." You might not be able to see Ye Hongfang's body, but you can definitely hear the news of his death."

"It's better to use my father to threaten me," Ye Xiaozhou smiled mockingly, "My lord, you are really kind."

The corner of Jing Min's mouth twitched slightly, and the next sentence was almost squeezed out between his teeth: "Ye Xiaozhou, you are fine."

Han Xiuping realized that he might have done something bad with good intentions, and the conflict between the two of them might have deepened now. They had already stepped aside, silently reciting "Amitabha" in their hearts, and praying to the Buddha.

Now he walked back silently, thinking that if the two of them made a move, he might be able to block it.