Chapter 13: Forty thousand

Youyi is ready to follow the master to return to Beijing, but Song mother and Baiyi first rushed to Kaiyuan Temple to receive Youyi to leave. They thought that ten years later, Li Gui had already left, and it didn't matter if he stayed with the nobles.
"I can't leave now." After listening to the two of you, Youyi shook his head and refused. He has not found a way to kill Li Gui, once he leaves the master, there is only one way to die.
"But your mother is still waiting for you!" Mother Song was so anxious that she held the young master's wrist and whispered, "Do you want to know your life?" She originally wanted to wait for the young master to start a family before returning to Shangjing to recognize her ancestors. I didn't know that the of the Lin family refused to let go of the lady, and stuffed some of the man's personal things into the lady's house, slandering the lady for adultery, forcing the lady to lose her hair at Ganye Temple.
When Ms. Song received the news, the matter was a foregone conclusion. Thinking that the lady had been destroyed in the hands of Wang Xianggan and Lin's life, she couldn't swallow this breath anyway, so she wanted to take the master back with impulse. The young master is a of the Wang family, and so smart and handsome, he will surely be favored by the old lady and the wife.
Thinking about this, she doesn't care whether the master is willing to listen or not. She always talks about all her future events in the bamboo tube. At the end, she weeped and said, "Master, your mother is waiting for you to return to save her. Come back to Shanghai with me. . "
"Do you want me to go back to recognize my ancestors?" There was an expressionless expression. Mo said that he could not protect himself, that is, he was not entangled by a ghost, and he would never return to the royal family.
Mother Song nodded again and again, Bai Ye also showed hope.
"What about being a sister-in-law? My mother is still my wife, and I end up with a long buddha with a blue lantern and an old buddha. Did the old lady and the old lady say something fair to her? You also said that when I was born, my whole family Knowing that I am a debt collector, I was taken away by you for fifteen years, and no one cares about it. I thought the debt collector was dead outside, waiting for a sigh of relief, but suddenly came to my door. Mother Song, if it was you? Do you like it? "You pursed your lips and continued," Lin's mother who is not even threatened will not let it go, how can I tolerate my who is competing with her son for family property? Elder, who will protect me? Father? Old lady? Old lady? "
Youyou waved and refused again, "Mom Song, we are weak, but now we are not fighting to die, but to die. It is a good thing that my mother can leave the royal family, at least I do n’t need to be judged again. I will go after this incident. Pick her up. Hair can grow longer after being shaved, and vulgar if you become a monk, but if you die, you will have nothing. "
Upon hearing this, Mother Song suddenly fell into a long silence. Bai Yan's eager expression slowly cooled down. After a cup of tea, both of them wake up, their eyes are ashamed. They were also confused and almost hurt the young master. Where is the Wang family good place, but it is the sword mountain fire sea, the blood pond purgatory.
Wanting to clear the customs, the two asked Youyi to write a letter to her mother, so she could feel relieved, and then go home to pack her luggage and go to Beijing to check the situation. As soon as their front feet left, Ada came on his hind feet, ready for you to go out.
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Three days later, you and the master boarded the carriage and staggered to the capital.
Ji Changye held a decree in her hand and chuckled, "Is there anything you want to ask me?"
Youyi is holding a piece of rice cake, grinding it with his front teeth little by little, and shaking his head when he hears the words. He has no interest in the content of the decree. He should have known, he should have known, and he should have guessed, he was so upset that people were too smart.
Ji Changye pulled the boy into his arms and wiped the debris from the corner of his mouth, sighing, "I thought I would never be able to return to Beijing in my life, so I wanted to give up my identity and live again. Go back. You have already guessed, right? I am Ji Changye, the third prince of the Dynasty. "
Nodded, her expression was very light. The master is the master. It doesn't make any difference to him whether it is a downcast boy with a hair practice in Kaiyuan Temple or a superior who is now planning.
Ji Changye was satisfied with the ordinary reaction of the boy, thinking for a long while, and then said, "Well, do you know your life?" Finally he came to this point. He pursed his lips and felt extremely dry in his mouth.
One of them nodded and the other of rice cakes, and his and white eyes were full of doubts, as if he wanted to ask the master why he raised the stubble.
Ji Changye was startled slightly, pinched the young man's jaw, and looked at him carefully. "When did you know?"
"Four days ago, Ms. Song came to see me." You Yi told the truth frankly.
"I knew it that day." Ji Changye muttered to himself, repeatedly recalling his performance in the past few days, and found that he should eat and sleep, without the sorrow and hatred he had expected, and without asking for help. Will. What are you thinking?
Having settled down, he continued to ask, "So, have you ever thought about returning to the Wang family to recognize the ancestors? If you want to, I can help you take the Song family back."
Where do you dare to go? Upon hearing this, he couldn't even eat the rice cake, and rushed to the young man, wrapped his arms around his thin waist, and eagerly confessed, "Please master, please don't send me away! How can the Wang family be good? They abandoned me from a young age, never gave me a grain of rice, or gave me a dress. The one who raised me was the master, the one who taught me to read was the master, and it was the master who made me eat and wear warmth, and was healthy. I'd rather stay beside the master as a servant than to go back to the royal family to be a young master. "Speaking of this, you have blinked and white eyes, clear and bottomless, and sincerely said," Where is the master, where is the only It's my home. "
Some people are awkward and say so many words at once, which is extraordinary, but every word of it is his heartfelt words. He was worried that he couldn't shake the mind of his master. He couldn't help feeling very anxious. His eyes and nose turned red gradually, and his thick eyelashes were stained with wet, which looked very pathetic.
Ji Changye seems to be gentle and generous. In fact, she is the most indifferent in the heart. At the beginning, she accepted the uncle. One was to make use of his life to make a fuss, and the other was to find a pleasure. There was some pity for You, but not many. But people ’s hearts are long, and the night and evening have been together for ten years. Ji Changye is a stone and it should be covered, not to mention that he has no ill feelings about him. The heart of the child has not changed from beginning to end. Too.
He didn't have much time to think about it. He held the frightened and pale teenager in his arms and patted him gently, and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't take you away. Wherever I am, there is always your whereabouts." The man in his arms was brought up by his hands, and watched him grow from a three-foot-tall milk doll to a young man with a unique attitude. Although he is in his twenties, he has never been married so far, and he has no wives, children, or children. He said he was his servant, but he was no different from his relatives. They share the same table every day and share the same bed, which is already the closest and most important existence of each other.
How could he be willing to send a tadpole to the sinister heart and the often-lost royal family? Before the so-called layout, the so-called plot, in front of the weeping eyes, nothing. Ji Longye compromised, completely compromised.
He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, shredded the rice cake, and fed it to his mouth little by little, softly, "Okay, don't cry, you are not a three- or four-year-old milk baby, why do you still like it? Crying nose? As long as you don't want to, I will never send you away, I swear. "
Ji Changye always said a word of Jiuding. Someone was relieved when he heard this. He put out the tip of his tongue and rolled away the rice cake. He said sullenly, "I didn't cry, I just had a snack stuffed, just eat something." After taking over the rice cakes, Wu Ming took a big bite.
Looking at the young boy's cheeks, Ji Changye laughed in a low voice, and the haze accumulated in his heart slowly dissipated.
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Three days later, the group arrived in Shanghai. Since the three princes were still exiled from the palace when they were exiled that year, it would be inconvenient to stay in the palace if they were older this year, and the emperor rewarded him with an official mansion seized recently.
When a cricket jumped off the carriage, the palace man sent by the House of Government was wiping the vermilion door. The plaque of "Fangfu" hanging from the door beam was just taken off and placed at the side of the road.
"Why are you so rude? You parked the carriage at the front door of someone else's house. Go away!" A palace man drove forward and saw Ji Changye, who came after him, recognized him for a while before kneeling down. He never expected that when the three princes were the only sister-in-law in the holy kingdom, when he returned to Beijing, he was only equipped with a carriage and looked shabby.
Hey, it really is not favored. Thinking in this way, the palace people can't help showing a little contempt.
Ji Changye glanced at him faintly, holding inward a straight path. As early as the death of his mother-in-law, he saw the warmth and coldness of the relationship, as well as the coldness of the world. He no longer feels hurt for his father's reproach, nor for the contempt of others, because he knows that sooner or later he will ascend to the supreme throne and step these people under his feet.
It is also life and suffering. Although you are from modern times, and born in the wealthy royal family, you have never lived in such a spacious and luxurious house. He looked here and felt there, his eyes full of surprise.
But for Ji Changye, this mansion can only be described as "simplicity". Looking at the entire Ming dynasty, which prince's residence was regulated by Sanpin officials? As soon as he entered Beijing, he was severely beaten, and I don't know how many people were watching the joke in secret. But how can that allow the emperor to veto the intention of exiling him forever? Ji Changye has already won.
At present, Ji Changye became more and more relieved to see the bright eyes with bright blossoms and the small dimples exposed on the cheeks.
"Do you like it?" He habitually poked at the soft pit, fascinated by the warm and delicate touch of his fingertips.
There is a heavy emphasis. The flowers and trees and the rockery here are three steps into a scene and five steps into the painting. Compared with the ruined Xiao Suo's Kaiyuan Temple, it is a far cry. After experiencing the destruction of the last days and being abandoned by his parents, you have no desire for quality of life at all. It is very satisfying to live in such a magnificent place.
Ji Changye was very happy to see the young man, and the little bit in his heart disappeared. 2k novel reading network