hold grudges

"Yu Ning, pack my things for me." Yu Cenji rolled up his drawing of a blackbird perched, put it in the painting tube and put it away.

"Master, are you going on a long journey?" Yu Ning followed behind Yu Cenji, listening to Yu Cenji's instructions.

"I'm going to Yizhou. It's a treacherous trip. I'll just take Shouyang with me. Take good care of your house and wait for my return." Yu Cenji sorted out his scrolls, and opened last year's ones separately from this year's ones.Those who paint mountains and forests should be separated from those who paint living things.

"Master, Shouyang doesn't know how to take care of people, so let me follow." Yu Ning was worried, Shouyang's name was Yu Shouyang, he was Yu Cenji's secret guard, and he didn't show up unless there were special circumstances.

Yu Shouyang was too rough, and Yu Ning was worried that he would not take good care of Yu Cen Ji.

"You are at home, Yu Mansion needs someone to guard, maybe Qingyan will come back. When she comes back, there must be no one at home." Yu Cenji whistled and called Yu Shouyang.

Not long after, Yu Shouyang appeared in front of Cen Ji, "My lord."

"Shouyang, go and pack your luggage, and follow me to Yizhou later."

"A carriage or a horse?" Yu Shouyang asked.

"Riding a horse." Yu Cenji didn't want to be too ostentatious, he wanted to prevent any possibility of being recognized.

"My lord, if you're traveling far away, Shouyang still recommends taking a carriage."

"What? You want to bring your scraps again?" Yu Cenji was speechless to Shouyang.

Although Yu Shouyang is rough, he has an inexplicable attachment to certain things.

An eight-piece set must be brought when going out: pillow, teacup, handkerchief, flying knife, hidden silver weapon, book on the art of war of the Five Kingdoms, gold hairpin, and rouge.

With these, Yu Shouyang is still an idiot who knows nothing about the world.

"I have to take it." Yu Shouyang didn't even lift his head, he seldom travels far, but he also knows that there will be many inconveniences when going out, so there is nothing less that should be brought.

"Understood, let's go down and get ready." Yu Cenji waved his hand, asking Yu Shouyang to clean up.

"Subordinates retire."

"Master, are you really not letting me follow?" Seeing Yu Shouyang's reticence, Yu Ning felt a little distressed by Cen Ji.

"No, you should pack up quickly, remember to pack lightly."

"Yes."

Yu Cenji looked out the window, it had been three days, and he decided not to wait.

"Are you looking at me?" Shen Huanming suddenly appeared and held out a picture album to Yu Cenji.

Yu Cenji stepped back in shock, took the picture album he handed over, held it up and asked him, "Have you been doing this for the past three days?"

"No.

The first day, rain.It is not advisable to go out. If you want to be quiet, you have to sleep.

On the second day, it turned from sunny to rainy.I found it in Cenji, but had to return halfway because of the rain.

On the third day, it was sunny.I found the thing that Yu Cen Ji was most interested in, and came to make amends.

Sorry, I broke my promise. "

With the sun behind his back, Shen Huanming smiled brightly.Apologize for Yu Cen Ji who he missed these three days.

Resolutely not to miss every day of fighting against Cen Ji.

"Shen Huanming, I'm leaving." Yu Cenji put down the album, looked through Shen Huanming to the blue sky behind him.

"Where are you going?"

"Yizhou."

"I'll go as well."

Yu Cenji withdrew his gaze, stared at the amber eyes, and asked slowly: "Will you follow me in Jianghu Temple?"

"I'm following you."

"Why?"

"Because I hold grudges." Shen Huanming stood in front of Yu Cen Ji, raised his hand and patted his forehead.

"Hmm." Yu Cenji was in so much pain that he wanted to utter vulgar words.

What's the matter with this blackbird?

Will you be a human being?

"Yu Cenji, you also hold grudges. Now I have offended you, you have to remember well, and you must get revenge. It's best to remember it forever, but don't forget me." Shen Huanming pressed his palm on his head again Go up and rub the place where he just played.

"childish."

"My lord, it's all right." Yu Shouyang suddenly appeared and interrupted the two of them.

Shen Huanming was still rubbing his forehead for Yu Cenji, but his eyes were on Yu Shouyang.

"Is he going too?" Shen Huanming asked.

"Ah."

"I don't like him." Shen Huanming said bluntly, this person didn't know how to avoid it at all.Earlier, as long as he came, Yu Ning never appeared.Are you going to take this extra person now and interrupt his good business with Yu Cenji at any time?

"Shouyang is protecting me." Yu Cenji held Shen Huanming's fingertips, squeezed his fingertips gently, and explained to him.

"I don't think we need him."

"Bring Shouyang just in case."

"But he's really in the way." Shen Huanming leaned close to Yu Cenji's ear and whispered to him.

"Shouyang is in the dark, so he won't appear easily." Yu Cenji also replied in a low voice.

Yu Shouyang: ...I heard it clearly.

"Let's go." Yu Cenji took Shen Huanming and Yu Shouyang to the farewell with Yu Ning, and went all the way south to Yizhou.

"My lord, Mr. Yu has set off." Cong San received the letter from Fei Ge, and conveyed the news to Cong Syl.

"Let Liu Ke get ready." Sier sitting next to Bing Jian, suddenly thought of Yan Qimu.

"Call me that sick man."

From Sanying, he went to knock on Yan Qimu's door.

"Young Master Yan."

After a long time, when Cong San thought that Yan Qimu would not come to answer the door, the door creaked open.

"Congsan." Yan Qimu was still pale and listless.

"Young Master Yan, the prince is here to invite you."

"You lead the way." Yan Qimu followed Cong San. He has been here for ten days and half a month, and he is still not familiar with Prince Xiang's Mansion.

He is only familiar with the walls of Prince Xiang's Mansion.

Iron walls and iron walls, Prince Xiang covered the sky with one hand.

"My lord, Mr. Yan is here." Cong San brought the people there, and then retreated to the side.

"My lord." Yan Qimu couldn't stand the scorching heat before he got to the side of Cong Syl, and was about to faint.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Cong Syl supported him.

"Did you drink the medicine the doctor gave you?" Cong Xier Fuyan Qimu sat down, took a chilled lychee from the ice cup, pushed it aside and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hmm." Yan Qimu's mouth was cool and sweet, which slightly relieved him.

"Drink it, it's not very useful." It's delicious, Yan Qimu reached out to the ice mirror and took out the lychees.

After he peeled it off with great effort, Cong Syl opened his mouth again.

"Ah~"

Yan Qimu pursed his lips, and fed the lychee meat into Cong Xier's mouth.

Is it interesting to go around?Want to eat without peeling yourself?

Yan Qimu was dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to speak out, so he had to speed up the speed of peeling the lychees.He just wanted to take a bite before Cong Syl.

"I've ignored you for the past few days, so you can move to my dorm tonight." Cong Syl opened his mouth and took Yan Qimu's filial lychee.

"Oh, to tell you the truth, I was naughty a few days ago and broke my hand. I'm afraid I can't move it." Yan Qimu stuffed something into his mouth while shaking his head and sighing, as if it was really a pity.

"Huh?" Looking at Yan Qimu's nimble hands from Syl, are they broken?

Only then did Yan Qimu come to his senses, and immediately dropped the lychees, wailing: "Oh, I was so focused on feeding the prince to eat lychees, I forgot about the pain in my hands. Oh, it hurts me to death."

"Why? Don't you roll on the ground to show your sincerity?" Cong Syl taunted him.

Yan Qimu thought it was okay, so he was about to lie down on the ground, but was grabbed by Cong Syl again.

Cong Syl pulled the skinny Yan Qimu onto his lap, and circled him to make him sit up.

"You're still really naughty." Cong Syl peeled lychees for him and fed him like a child.

"My lord, it's hot." Yan Qimu was not used to it and wanted to get off his lap.

I'm not kidding, Yan Qimu doesn't know how to sit on other people's laps, he's so motherly.

From the moment Syl touched the back of his hand, it was clearly a scorching hot day, but his hand was unbearably cold.

"Be honest, or it will make you hotter. Yan Qimu, what disease are you suffering from?"

"I do not know either."

"Brought out of the womb?"

"No."

"When did it get infected?"

"Seven or eight years ago, I can't remember."

"I will definitely cure you." Cong Syl said piously.

"Hey, don't bother the prince. If you let me go, I will live a long life."

"Let you go? Say something again?" Cong Xier put his arms around Yan Qimu, as if trying to strangle his waist.

"What I'm saying is, you put me away like a paper kite. This palace is too exquisite. Living here will make me feel bad."

"Yan Qimu, you're playing hard to get. You really succeeded." Cong Xier held Yan Qimu's head, bit his upper lip, and then sucked out.

Yan Qimu began to blush again.

He couldn't push it from Syl.

"Be mentally prepared, sooner or later you will be willing to do this with me."

"Hmm." Yan Qimu hesitated and answered negatively.

Three days later.

The three of Yu Cenji walked to the junction of Yizhou and Lianshan.

"Yu Fanfan, you haven't written a pen these days, do you feel itchy hands?" Shen Huanming sat in the carriage with Yu Cen Ji, teasing the opposite person who closed his eyes and rested his mind.

"Don't say it, it's really true." Yu Cenji opened his eyes and chattered back to Shen Huanming.

In these three days, Shen Huanming was going to kill him.

Like a child begging for attention, Shen Huanming never stopped talking.

Yu Cenji didn't drink water, he wanted to talk about it.

Yu Cenji didn't cover the quilt well, he wanted to talk about it.

Even if Yu Cenji ignored him, he still wanted to talk.

Even Yu Shouyang was complained about by Shen Huanming.

Shen Huanming said that Yu Shouyang's hands were stronger than a cat's claws, and driving a carriage was like leading a man to ride a donkey, not only the road was bumpy, but also turned around.

Shen Huanming also asked Yu Shouyang if he was blind, and instead of taking the wide and flat road, he insisted on finding his own way.

The honest Yu Shouyang didn't pay any attention to him, he couldn't say it, so he didn't make trouble for himself.

Shen Huanming couldn't move Yu Shouyang, so he continued to harass Yu Cenji again.

"Your hands are itchy, you can come and paint on my back!" Shen Huanming began to untie his belt.

Yu Cenji stopped Shen Huanming, who was active, and said to him: "I want to beat you because my hands are itchy, can't I just say a few words?"

"No, a person's life is too short. I have countless things I want to say, and I have to tell you. If I don't say it now, will I leave it in the coffin?"

"Bah, what are you talking about." Yu Cenji was speechless to Shen Huanming's frankness, and said what he wanted to say, why did it involve the coffin.

"Then you can paint." Shen Huanming continued to untie his belt.

Yu Cenji looked at Shen Huanming, suspecting that he had other plans.

"If you take it off again, I'll write the words "loyalty and dedication to the country" on your back."

Shen Huanming stopped, drawing is fine, but what about writing these four words on his back?

"I don't think it's appropriate." Shen Huanming fastened his belt and adjusted his loose neckline.

Yu Cenji secretly laughed, pretending that nothing happened.

The carriage stopped suddenly.

"Shouyang, what's wrong?" Yu Cenji opened the curtain and asked Yu Shouyang.

"My lord, there is someone blocking the way ahead."

"Why?"

"It's bandits who are robbing the common people."

"I'll go out and have a look." Shen Huanming went out and walked forward.

"Shen Huanming, be careful." Yu Cenji poked his head out and told him.

"Ah."