The Words of the Number One

Mother Fang was originally a servant in Ye's house, and Han Bo sent her to take care of me after I arrived in Ye's house. She was around forty, very outspoken and chatty. It is a very good source of news that you can bring back a basket of fresh news when you go out to buy groceries.

This morning when she combed my hair, she kept talking and asking me where I was going. I asked Mu Yun's wives what they did in their spare time, and Fang's mother showed a proud expression of "you asked the right person" and counted them one by one with her fingers.

The wife of the Li family’s bank likes to listen to music, the wife of the Liu’s lamp shop likes to play mahjong, the wife of Mr. Du’s family likes to go out and enjoy the flowers, and the wife of General Yang likes something special, like dancing knives and guns and listening to books.

"Dancing with knives and guns?" I looked in the mirror at Mama Fang who was inserting hairpins for me.

Fang Ma sighed: "That's right, Mrs. Yang's hobby is special. Her father is also a general, so she also likes these swords, guns and sticks. I heard that books are the same, and I like to listen to those who fight and kill. General Yang is a perfect match, they have similar hobbies, and they are childhood sweethearts, so they naturally love each other."

Sitting in this teahouse now, Mother Fang began to explain to me again with great interest. She first asked me: "You don't know Mr. Ji Yu, do you?"

"...I've heard about it."

Fang's mother smiled happily: "I said that Madam is so well-informed, how could she not know such a famous figure as Mr. Ji Yu?" She took a peek at Madam Yang, and whispered to me: "I heard that two years ago Mrs. Yang met Mr. Ji Yu once, and she fell in love with him at a glance. She only hated that her daughter would be betrothed to Mr. Ji before she was old enough. Ever since the storyteller began to tell the story of Ji Yu, she has come to listen to it every time. , and specified which stories he was to tell."

I found it funny when I heard it. I knew Ji Yu's charm was boundless, but I didn't expect it to be so boundless. I'm afraid everyone from the seventy-year-old woman down to the Zongjiao child would bow down for him.

Good-looking, with an exquisite heart and good acting skills, it is really overwhelming.

"Everyone, don't look at the collapse of the Yan Kingdom now. The Yan Kingdom was in full swing more than ten years ago. It was the leader of the world to form an alliance with the princes. All countries sent princes to the Yan Kingdom as hostages, even the emperor. Ji Yu At the age of fourteen, he came to the country of Yan as a hostage, and as soon as he entered the palace, he fell in love with the prince of Yan at first sight."

The storyteller over there was talking excitedly, so I turned my gaze to him.

"On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Prince of Yan specially invites all the princes who are hostages in Yan to enjoy the moon and eat cakes. Of course, Mr. Ji Yu is indispensable. But as the saying goes, bad things can happen with good intentions."

The storyteller patted Xingmu: "Someone poisoned the prince's food with the intention of murdering him, and he put it in the cakes that were eaten at the Mid-Autumn Festival impartially. The princes of the country were all poisoned, and most of them died on the spot. Fortunately, Pei Mu, the number one genius doctor in the world, was here. In the end, he tried his best to save three people, namely His Royal Highness Yan Guo, Ji Yugong, and Zhao Guobaiwu son."

My hand that picked up the teacup paused.

I vaguely heard about this incident, and after that incident, Ji Yu was seriously ill for two years before recovering. He is so good at using poison now, I don't know if he was affected by this incident.

Listening to his conversation with Gu Ling that day, many unknown things should have happened in Yan State, so that his temperament changed drastically and he became hostile to Emperor Zhou.

But all I know is what the world knows. For example, during the five years when Ji Yu stayed in Yan State as a hostage, his sister, Queen Yan Ji Le, died of illness at the age of 23. His elder brother Ji Li was imprisoned and killed in Zhou Yi's attempt to usurp his father and usurp the throne. , his mother was deposed and committed suicide, and finally the sudden collapse of Yan Kingdom.

But in five years, times have changed.

After listening for a while, I was ready to leave. Over there, Mrs. Yang was still listening attentively to the book. Fang's mother was a little bit unfulfilled, and supported me and muttered in a low voice, wanting to stay and continue listening. When I happened to pass by Mrs. Yang, my eyes suddenly went black and I passed out.

The onset time of Ji Yu's drug was indeed very accurate.

When I woke up, I was lying in a strange room. Mrs. Yang was standing in the room talking to a doctor-like person. Seeing that I woke up, she hurried over and sat by my bed.

"Madam Ye, you are awake."

I frowned: "Where is this place?"

Seeing that I was about to sit up, she helped me and called for someone to bring me a small pillow. He smiled and said: "This is my home. You suddenly fainted and knocked your head, bleeding profusely. My home is close to the teahouse, so I will take you to my home to rest first. Ah, I forgot to introduce you. My name is Mo Lan. My name is Mo Lan. Her husband's surname is Yang, and this is Yang's residence."

In the mansion, Mo Lan took off the white veil on her face, revealing a beautiful and heroic face. In her early thirties, she already had some wrinkles around her eyes, but although it weakened her beauty, it also added a stable temperament. She was wearing a light blue dress with tunic sleeves, looking crisp and neat.

Mother Fang said that Mrs. Yang is a warm-hearted person, and she was indeed so when she saw me today, and she brought me into Yang's residence without even the slightest doubt.

Yang Ji, the husband of Mrs. Yang, the great general of Wu State, the commander of the battle between Wu Zhao and Yu State, his ancestral home is Muyun. He is currently the best general in the Wu Kingdom. According to Wu Guochaozhong's news, he will always be the commander in chief in this war.

Even during wartime, Chinese New Year is celebrated, and bloodshed is taboo during Chinese New Year. During this month, all the vassals basically tacitly agreed to a temporary truce, and the war between Wu Zhao and Yu was no exception. Now that the New Year is approaching, General Yang is going back to Mu Yun to celebrate the New Year.

The one Ji Yu wanted me to approach was this one.

I bowed my eyes to Mo Lan and said, "Thank you Madam for saving my life."

Mo Lan quickly supported me, with a worried expression on her face.

"It's all right, Mrs. Ye. It's just that the doctor checked your pulse just now... The doctor said that your pulse condition is strange. Do you have some discomfort?"

The drug Ji Yu gave me should only make me faint, not make my pulse condition strange. Then this pulse condition is probably caused by the poison Ji Yu put on my body.

I smiled at Mo Lan and said calmly, "I'm sick. The doctor said I have a strange pulse since I was a child, but I have survived after so many years. I was injured a few days ago, and I may still be a little weak."

Mo Lan held my hand with some distress.

I sighed and said, "It's just that I thought I was in good health and wanted to learn how to cook. I'm really not good at cooking, but this year I want to cook a New Year's Eve dinner for my husband."

Mo Lan's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she said happily: "I am also learning cooking, and I am worried about not having a companion. Mrs. Jiang also wants to learn, so let's learn together. My cook used to be the chef of Wanxiang Restaurant. Master, it must be not bad."

I rested in Yang's Mansion for half a day before Mrs. Yang let me go back at ease. On the way back, Fang's mother kept sighing, Mrs. Yang is really kind-hearted.

"But ma'am, although Madam Yang is kind, she has a bit of a temper. I heard that she is nice to everyone when she is happy, and when she is angry, even General Yang scolds him bloody. Which of the ladies in Muyun City has never It's her close friend, and they all fell out with her later. Ma'am, if you want to learn how to cook, the cooks in Ye's mansion can also teach you. I'm afraid you will be wronged if you go to Madam Yang's side." Fang Ma seemed to have forgotten She was still praising Molan for her beauty and kindness just now, but she started to worry again.

I smiled and said, "What are you afraid of, she won't eat me again."

When I returned to Ye Mansion, Ji Yu was already waiting for me to have dinner. Before I saw him, Mother Fang spoke up in a hurry: "Master, today was a thrilling day. Madam fainted while listening to the book. His head was bleeding from a knock. Fortunately, the wife of the Yang family was also there, and she took her back to Yang's residence to recuperate for half a day before she recovered."

Mama Fang's voice was so loud that it echoed throughout the room, as if something really happened to me. As soon as Jiyu finished speaking, before Jiyu could respond, she began to scold herself. From the time she didn't notice my complexion during breakfast, she began to reflect on each of them until she didn't help me when I entered the door, which made me stumble a few steps.

Ji Yu and I looked at each other and laughed at the same time. Although Fang's mother said that her mouth was a little broken, she was very shrewd. After such a call, she asked her to talk about black and white, which made it difficult for Ji Yu to blame her.

So Ji Yu just said a few words to her kindly and sent her away. I sat next to him and picked up the chopsticks to prepare for dinner. Unexpectedly, his hand landed on the corner of my forehead, and his fingertips gently tapped the gauze on my forehead. I looked up at him suspiciously, and he smiled slightly: "Does it hurt?"

I said at the same time as him: "It's okay."

He shook his head and said, "I knew you were going to say this."

There seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

I thought about it, and replied politely: "It hurts, I hurt."

He was taken aback by my reaction, laughed helplessly, and gave me some vegetables.

"You're a weirdo."

I looked at the pork liver he put into my bowl. He probably expected that I would be injured when I fainted, and he also prepared blood-enriching food in advance.

"How is Mrs. Yang?"

"Enthusiasm, enthusiasm, I heard that she has a bad temper, but I haven't seen it today. I have made an appointment to go to her house to learn cooking together in a few days."

"Is she learning cooking?"

"There are burn marks on the back of her hand, which seems to be caused by cooking. The specifications of the Yang Mansion do not require her to cook by herself, and people who are familiar with cooking will not be burned like this. So she is a novice. I was learning how to cook. I tried to tell her that I wanted to learn how to cook, and it worked out.”

"...My wife is really careful."

I didn't talk to me, I picked up the pork liver and ate it, but Ji Yu's side was very quiet, and I didn't see him picking up vegetables.

I turned my face away, he looked at me with his chin up, met my eyes and smiled. Although this face was not Ji Yu's, the eyes were still his. Ji Yu has smiling eyes, which bend into a crescent shape when she smiles.

"What are you looking at?" I asked him.

He said very confidently: "Look at you."

"See what I do?"

"Look at you."

I paused with the hand holding the chopsticks. The words sounded familiar, but the objects were reversed. I sighed and picked up a lot of dishes for him: "Ye Lang, eat quickly."

He stopped teasing me, picked up his chopsticks and started eating. He ate much faster than me, and within a moment most of the rice in the bowl was gone, and he slowed down as usual to wait for me. Maybe it was boring, he asked suddenly: "Do you have anything you like?"

I shook my head: "No."

"There must be one or two, tell me and I'll give it to you." After a pause, he smiled and said, "It's compensation for your injury today."

"You have always been good at trying to figure out people's hearts. The gifts you give us are all the most suitable and lovable gifts for us. You can just give them as you did before."

"I may be able to guess what other people like, but I've never been able to figure out what you think. There seems to be nothing in this world that you care about. You might as well think about what you want."

Ji Yu was so persistent, I began to think about what I wanted, and when I finished eating, Ji Yu took the time to put down the chopsticks, and I looked at him and said, "I want to hear you play the piano."

He was a little surprised.

I explained: "Chang Le said, you are the best musician in the world, and you have written many of the most beautiful piano scores in the world. I want to hear you play your compositions."

Ji Yu blinked, as if he remembered something, and a trace of bewildered emotion was fleeting. He said slowly: "You said that you don't understand music theory, and you don't know five notes."

I nodded: "But I still want to hear it. Didn't you say you want to compensate me?"

He was silent for a while, then laughed again, still looking like a fox with crooked brows and eyes.

"Okay, it's just that Chang Le boasted too much, and I'm not as good as she said."

I nod.

In fact, I probably can't tell whether it's good or bad, I just want to hear him play the piano.

Just like when I met him fourteen years ago.