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Luo Yao, neatly dressed, stood motionless in the background. Bei Zhenting wrote and sketched for an hour before finally putting down his pen. He folded the memorial and handed it to Luo Yao. "Your suggestion yesterday about digging a canal to divert water was indeed sound. Now that the drought has set in early in the northwest, I intend to report this to His Majesty."

Huh? Bei Zhenting wouldn't have been following me all yesterday, Luo Yao thought.

He really couldn't understand why Bei Zhenting treated him the same way yesterday, but today he acted as if nothing had happened and didn't even bother to pursue the matter between him and Bei Zhenqing. He let him sit at the table to eat, picked up some food for him, and gave him the best medicine.

The weasel is wishing the chicken a happy new year!

Luo Yao took the memorial and flipped through it. Bei Zhenting had clearly memorized everything he'd said, expanding on it and providing detailed explanations. He also analyzed the feasibility. Overall, the plan was incredibly detailed, like a modern-day project plan written in the style of an ancient memorial to the emperor.

Luo Yao nodded as he read. Bei Zhenting's supplementary explanations were very accurate in some places, and even took into account points that he had not considered.

Luo Yao looked carefully, and when he saw something that was not quite right and needed additional explanation, he unconsciously stretched out a hand towards Bei Zhenting.

Bei Zhenting took a red and blue ink pen and put it into Luo Yao's hand.

Luo Yao wrote and drew, and half an hour later handed the memorial to Bei Zhenting. He looked up and found that Bei Zhenting was looking at him with burning eyes.

Luo Yao was a little scared and stood up. "My Lord, is there anything else? If not, I... will take my leave."

Bei Zhenting found the word "concubine" jarring. He had previously told Luo Yao to call herself a concubine, but Luo Yao had always opposed him. And now he'd changed his mind? Did he scare him last night?

Bei Zhenting's face looked unhappy. Finally, he said nothing and waved his hand to let Luo Yao leave.

As soon as Luo Yao walked out of the door, Luo Xinchen ran towards him holding a small windmill, "Brother, brother, windmill!"

Luo Yao caught the running Tuanzi and took him away.

After they left, Zhang Jiji wiped the sweat from his head. They finally left. This young master was too troublesome. In this short time, he had already followed the young master around the yard dozens of times.

Zhang Jiji watched Luo Yao and Luo Xinchen leave, and behind him,

Behind the rockery in the study, Wang Guangcheng's figure flashed by.

After discovering Luo Yao sneaking out of the room in Beizhengting early in the morning, Wang Guangcheng recalled several servants guarding the West Courtyard and asked them to guard outside the gate of the West Courtyard. As long as Luo Yao went out, they had to follow Luo Yao secretly.

Because he followed Luo Yao, he knew exactly what Luo Yao and Bei Zhenting did that day.

Is the prince really in love with the prince?

Wang Guangcheng looked very bad when he returned to his residence.

My parents' spirit tablets were placed in the room. The incense I offered to them in the morning had burned out and the ashes had fallen to the ground.

Wang Guangcheng looked at the incense ashes on the ground and suddenly felt very powerless.

He was once an ordinary citizen, his family was very poor. Later, when his family could no longer make ends meet, his parents signed an indenture with the royal palace. He got a job as a cook in the palace. Although his family did not become rich, they gradually improved year by year and lived a life without worries about food and clothing.

Although their lives were gradually getting back on track, they were just an ordinary family that could barely make ends meet.

My parents thought that once they had earned enough money to redeem their indentures, they would return to their hometown and make a living by running a small business with my cooking skills.

Originally, my parents would have earned enough money to redeem my body by the end of that year, but something happened in the palace.

Old Wang also killed more than twelve people in Xile Village in anger. A civil uprising broke out in Xile Village. Because they had signed a contract to sell their bodies and their parents were considered members of the royal palace, they were all thrown into prison.

Later, in order to quell the popular uprising and appease the people, the emperor raided the Yong'an Palace and exiled everyone in it to the northwest.

The money that his parents had worked so hard to earn was confiscated before he could even take it away. Later, he was exiled north with the Yong'an Palace and was killed on the way.

He was twenty-one at the time, and the grief over his parents' murder was unbearable. But as an ordinary citizen, his parents were also criminals. Those people were cruel, skilled, and could come and go without a trace. As an ordinary citizen, he had no way of avenging his parents.

This is how ordinary people are. Even if they suffer injustice, they can only blame themselves for their bad luck because they are too powerless.

He had never thought about avenging his parents, as that was not something an ordinary person like him could do. Later, someone found him and asked him if he wanted to avenge his parents. When he learned that the person was the young prince, he immediately felt that revenge was possible and followed the person north.

They, along with the nineteen-year-old young prince, drank and swore an oath in the northwest wilderness, their lofty sentiments beyond words. The scene of that day, as if still before my eyes, was etched in my memory. The wind and sandstorms in the northwest wilderness were so strong that everyone was blinded and tears streamed down their cheeks...

Wang Guangcheng's eyes welled with tears as he recalled the scene back then. Ten years had passed, and some people had forgotten their hatred, seeking a little power in the palace and imagining a life of luxury and wealth. How many still remembered the vows of revenge they had made back then? Had even Grandpa Wang forgotten his hatred this year?

Wang Guangcheng angrily punched the table where his parents' spirit tablets were enshrined. Was it true that the prince married the prince because he fell in love with him, as the rumors on the street said?

If the prince has forgotten the hatred, then let the prince remember it! Wang Guangcheng stood in front of his parents' spirit tablet for a long time, then stood up to clean up the incense ashes on the table and the ground, and wiped the area around his parents' spirit tablet as usual.

Luo Yao took his brother back to the west courtyard, and they stopped by the fish pond again.

Luo Xinchen squatted by the pond, observing the little fish. He still remembered his brother's words: "Don't let the fish eat too much fish feed, or they will die of bloating." So he fed the fish little by little. As he fed them, he talked to the little fish, "Do you remember the nest, little fish? I fed you the other day!"

"Ah, you little black fish, don't steal Xiaobai's!"

Luo Yao lay on the edge of the fence, his thoughts flying away.

Bei Zhenting seemed a little nicer just now... hmm... but he yelled at me like that yesterday! And he deliberately took Chenchen away without even saying sorry to me! Men are really pigs, so unpredictable from day to day. He was so fierce yesterday as if he wanted to eat me, but he’s so nice to me today. I guess he must have lost his mind! He’s just a weasel paying New Year’s greetings to the chickens! Or maybe he wants me to help him get some memorial about digging a canal to divert water, so he can take it to the emperor to seek credit!

Luo Yao thought everything through. He felt the ointment in his hand reeked of conspiracy, and he despised it. But the ointment was good, so he wouldn't miss it. Luo Yao stuffed it into his sleeve and pushed the pig-hoof Bei Zhenting out of his mind. Hearing his brother talking foolishly to Xiaoyu, he couldn't help but interrupt and tell Luo Xinchen the cruel truth.

"Little Fish only has a seven-second memory. They've already forgotten you!"

Luo Xinchen turned his head to look at his brother. Although he didn't know how long seven seconds was, he knew that the little fish had forgotten him. Luo Xinchen felt a little sad and threw another handful of fish into the water.

"Stupid little fish... Chenchen can't even remember! Humph!"

Luo Xinchen stood up sadly, looked at the little fish fighting for food and sighed. He looked a bit sad, like a little old man.

Luo Yao saw that his brother was sad, so he called him back home. "Chenchen, do you remember the Arabic numerals that I taught you a few days ago?"

"Of course I remember!" Luo Xinchen puffed out his chest confidently.

"Well... I'll test you when I get back, and then teach you addition, subtraction, multiplication and division."

"Brother, what are addition, subtraction, multiplication and division?"

Luo Yao touched his brother's head and asked, "How do you explain this?"

Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are just addition, subtraction, multiplication and division...