hold grudges

"Yu Ning, what time is it?" Yu Cenji lay on the bed and turned over.

"Back to the master, Maoshi." The figure inside the curtain lay on his side, and Yu Ning didn't know whether it meant getting up or not.

After Zhao Kaijue was sent away, Yu Cenji stayed on the bed and even ate less.Yu Ning was a little worried, and wanted to call a doctor for Yu Cenji, but he didn't dare.Their master doesn't like people who make their own way.

"Okay, step back and don't disturb me." Yu Cenji lay on his side, his thoughts emptied, he couldn't sleep at this hour, his eyes hurt even when he was in a daze.

It's been a year, and it's been a year in Yu Cenji's way.Lying down every day, I don't listen to little songs, I don't like to read books, and I don't walk through the door, the whole person seems to have disappeared in the officialdom.

Even his best Danqing paintings have regressed.

Yu Cenji is useless, he thought of himself, turned over again, today is not as good as it should be.

Yu Ning only had time to eat, so someone came to report: "Director Yu, a distinguished guest has arrived."

"Who is it again? The master has already ordered that if you don't see a guest, you will call him a distinguished guest if you come alone. Will you never have the eyesight to see?" Yu Ning scolded the servants. Let everyone in.When Yu Cenji found out, he wanted to lose his temper again.

"No, Manager Yu. It's really a distinguished guest this time, and I'm waiting in the lobby." The servant listened to Yu Ning and said a few words.

Yu Ning was so startled that his chopsticks were about to drop, he hurriedly wiped his mouth and rushed to the front hall.

When Yu Ning arrived at the hall, seeing the person sitting on him, he immediately knelt down on his knees, bowed his head and said, "See you, my lord."

Cong Xier put down the fan in his hand, Dan Feng narrowed his eyes and asked Yu Ning: "Where is Yu Cenji?"

"Go back to the lord, the lord is not feeling well, and he hasn't gotten up yet." Yu Ning's kneeling legs trembled, and the person he feared most appeared.

"It's been three days in the sun and it hasn't risen yet, so he's living a comfortable life." From the corner of Syl's mouth twitching sarcastically, he couldn't get angry at a servant, but the real master hadn't appeared yet.

"No matter how comfortable it is, I dare not let the prince talk about it." Yu Cenji walked from the door, wearing a loose robe.

Under the robe, there is still a shoe, which has not been picked up yet.

"Yu Ning, go down." Yu Cenji poured a cup of tea for Cong Syl, and sent this useless subordinate back.

"Yes." Yu Ning lowered his head and backed away slowly.

"Why are you free, come to me?" Yu Cenji sat beside Cong Syl, and refilled himself a cup of tea, but he didn't drink it.

"Yu Cenji, do you still remember what day is today?" Cong Sear put down his fan and looked at Yu Cenji.

"This is quite general. It's a day of calm weather, a day of rest, and a day for you, Prince Xiang, to be free." How does Yu Cen Ji know what day it is?If you don't live like this, it won't be an easy day.

"Bold!" Searle never expected that Yu Cenji would have the guts to contradict him after only one year of dismissal.Still contradicting him in such a weird way.

"This morning, why is the lord so angry?" Yu Cenji didn't care, now he has nothing to be afraid of.

"Yu Cenji, it's been a whole year since you resigned from my imperial brother today." Cong Syl made it clear that there is only one end for playing the qin to a cow, that's all.It is still useful for him to keep calm.

"It's hard for the prince to remember so clearly." Yu Cenji didn't drink the tea, and bent down to put on the shoe in front of Prince Xiang's face.Ah, it's much more comfortable now.

Cong Xier, who witnessed all this, had veins appearing on his forehead.It's so annoying and quiet.

"Indecent!" From Searle's comment on the demeanor that can't be put on the stage, he is a dignified third grade, and he actually lifts shoes in front of the prince? !Too loose.

"My lord came here just to teach Cen Ji how to behave?" After being told by his servants, Yu Cen Ji came almost quickly, and he rarely ran away in his life. Do you still hate him from Searle?I don't think it will change.

"That's enough, Yu Cenji. You don't need to make me angry on purpose. I came today to tell you that this court has been waiting for you for a long time, and you should come back." Standing up from Syl, he walked up to Yu Cenji, folding his fan Lifting his chin, he said softly, "I need you too."

Yu Cenji looked at these red phoenix eyes, they were no longer as bright and attractive as before.

"Prince, what you need is not me. Cen Ji is not your henchman, and you don't need to test me again. If Cen Ji doesn't do something, he just won't do it, regardless of life or death."

"You can't talk too much, Yu Cenji, I am waiting for the day you walk through the door at the Xiang Palace."

"Sure, then you just wait." Yu Cenji moved the stool back, and there was a sharp and piercing noise between the foot of the stool and the ground, which made Concier frowned.

Huh, finally get away from him.

"I'm leaving." Knowing Yu Cen Ji's attitude from Searle, it doesn't make sense today, but he will come again in the future.That's all for today, seeing Yu Cen Ji panicked him.

"My lord, go slowly." Yu Cenji remained motionless as if his buttocks were stuck to the stool.

"Get out, send me out!" Cong Syl was still angry, he expected that he would get angry today, and Yu Cenji did not disappoint him.

"Yes, yes, yes." Yu Cenji supported the stool, stood up and sent the Hades out.

It wasn't until Yu Cenji sent Cong Xier away that Yu Ning showed up: "Master."

"No prospect, he has nothing to be afraid of." Yu Cenji didn't even roll his eyes at Yu Ning, he wondered why Yu Ning was still so afraid of Cong Sear after all these years.It is clear that Prince Mingxiang is a talented person, and the girl in Manjing wants to marry, but in Yu Ning's eyes, he has become the Prince of Hades.

"It's Yu Ning who is timid." Yu Ning didn't dare to say it, Prince Xiang was not easy to mess with at first glance, Yu Ning just wanted to live until he was seventy and eighty, and died by euthanasia.He didn't want to be separated from his family just because he offended the prince one day.

"Okay, next time he comes again, just report to me, you don't have to entertain him."

"Thank you sir."

"To shut up."

Since Syl was blocked by Yu Cenji, the sedan chair was halfway through, and he called the bearer to stop, "Go back to the palace first."

"My lord..." The guards were puzzled, why did the lord get off the sedan chair, and didn't let them follow.

"Don't talk too much, I'll come back later." Cong Syl was impatient.

"Yes."

The irritable prince was walking on the street, and when he saw someone selling calligraphy and painting, he went over to take a look.

"Guest, take a look, I have the original painting book here." The stall owner warmly greeted the man in front of him, among other things, the fan in this man's hand can be bought from his stall.

"You also sell Yu Cenji's paintings?" Searle saw the official seal almost immediately.This is indeed Yu Cenji's painting.

"Hey, although Sir Yu is a stupid official, he is good at drawing. Look at the texture of this white tiger. The painting is really good."

"Really?" I've seen this painting from Syl, and when Yu Cen Ji drew this white tiger, he was only 16 years old and still very immature.

"That's natural. And I heard..." The stall owner approached Cong Xier, not daring to get too close, and quietly approached the distinguished guest, "I heard that Mr. Yu has passed away, so this painting is extinct! It is worth a lot Really, I think you are destined to be a distinguished guest, so why not sell it to you at a cheaper price, 50 taels of silver, what do you think?"

What I heard from Searle was ridiculous, but died in Cen Ji?This rumor in the market is really interesting.

"Sure, I bought it." Cong Sear took out the banknote and asked the stall owner to wrap up the picture of the white tiger. After Mr. Yu came out of the rivers and lakes again, he could sell this painting at a higher price. Counting from left to right, the prince is still making money today. up.

Holding the painting from Syl, just turning a corner, he collided with a person.

"Alas!" Yan Qimu fell on the side of Cong Sear in a vain manner, covering his heart weakly, and yelled alas.

The painting from Searle was knocked off by someone, and he didn't say anything. He looked at the man crouching at his feet with interest, and kept silent.

"You bumped into me." Seeing that the man didn't speak, Yan Qimu could only speak by himself.

"Are you sure, you didn't hit me?" Cong Syl raised his eyebrows.

"Obviously you walked without looking at the road, and bumped into me with a painting, why did you still blame me in the end?" Yan Qimu preemptively turned black and white.

"is it?"

"You hit my foot, and now my heart hurts badly, you have to take me to see a doctor." Yan Qimu started to bluff, his pale face, it really looked like that.

"You are so delicate, don't be a girl." Cong Syl squatted down and looked at the person who touched the porcelain with a smile.The next moment, he pinched the man's thigh fiercely.

"Ahhh!" Yan Qimu cried out in pain, is this person sick!

"Okay, don't pretend, I advise you to do something serious, and I will cheat you later and send you into the yamen." Cong Syl clapped his hands and stood rustling, making Yan Qimu even paler.

"You..." Before you finished, Yan Qimu passed out. Before he passed out, he was still thinking that after many years of touching porcelain, he would eventually become a woman one day.

From Syl looking at the unconscious man, and then at his own hands, what did he just... do?

Cong Syl thought he was unlucky and didn't look at the almanac when he went out.Reluctantly, he didn't pick up the painting. He picked up the weak man and went to see the doctor.

When he arrived at the medical hall, he sat on the chair and watched the doctor take his pulse. Every time he took the pulse, the doctor would frown and sigh, which made him a little impatient.

"What's the matter, tell me!"

"My lord, this man is just a walking medicine jar, there is no way to save him."

"he died?"

"Hey, hey, he's not dead, it's his disease, which can't be cured." The doctor couldn't hear the word "death", and he wrote the prescription while correcting the prince.

"Whatever, I'm leaving. I'll let you go first. It doesn't matter if he leaves or stays. Someone from the palace will pay for the medical expenses." Cong Syl doesn't care if this person lives or dies, troublesome and thankless He didn't want to share anything.

"Okay." Seeing the prince coming with someone in his arms, the doctor thought they were friends, but he didn't even want to wait for others to wake up.This prince is really not easy to get along with.

Not long after he left Syl, Yan Qimu woke up faltering.Why does his head hurt?

"Are you awake?" The doctor stepped forward to look at the patient, his face was always pale, and the doctor couldn't tell what happened.

Anyone who meets Yan Qimu will be called a quack doctor!

This disease can't be cured, and no disease can be seen, isn't it just smashing other people's signs!

"Why does my head hurt?" Yan Qimu suspected that after he passed out, he was beaten violently by the person who was touched, otherwise, why did it happen?

"The sun is too big, you are sunburned."

"Oh." Yan Qimu covered his head, he forgot that he couldn't bask in the sun.

"I prescribed medicine for you, remember to take it home and drink it." The doctor handed the medicine to Yan Qimu.

"What about that person?"

"gone."

"Why didn't he wait for me?" Yan Qimu was a little annoyed, thinking that he would see that person when he woke up and blackmail him.

"He is very busy, what are you waiting for?" The doctor was speechless, and after handing him the medicine, he went on to do other things.

Yan Qimu took the medicine by himself and walked under the eaves with his head down, begging for rain in his heart.

On a rainy day, it couldn't be easier for him to touch porcelain.