Ch. 72 - Zhong Yansheng: Real or fake!

Fortunately, it was King Jing who came to pick me up, so I didn't have to ride back on horseback.

The moment he saw the carriage, Zhong Yansheng felt a deep gratitude towards Pei Hong.

Seeing him climb up the carriage unsteadily, Pei Hong frowned and was a little worried. Just as he was about to follow him up, he heard Xiao Nong's voice: "Your Highness Prince Jing."

When he turned around, Xiao Nong was already riding on a horse. His deep blue eyes were like the finest sapphires in Mobei, emitting a cold hue. He looked down at him coldly and condescendingly: "I have something to ask you."

Xiao Nong had already spoken, and Zhan Rong had even brought the horse over. Pei Hong paused and had no choice but to give up getting on the carriage. He took the reins and climbed onto the horse, fanning himself with a smile that was neither critical nor warm: "Uncle King, what do you want to ask?"

Ever since Xiao Nong took Zhong Yansheng away in public at his private banquet, the two of them have almost become enemies.

What could Xiao Nong say to him that required him to use the word "ask for advice"?

He couldn't help but glance in the direction of the carriage.

The carriage started to move slowly. The wind was strong at the ferry, blowing up a corner of the curtain. Zhong Yansheng, who had tried hard to climb onto the carriage alone, sat inside with a frown on his face. The corners of his eyes were still red, with a thin gleam of tears in his eyes, as if he had wrinkled a pool of spring water. He was extremely beautiful.

Xiao Nong's cold voice came from the side again: "Talk while we walk."

Pei Hong retracted his gaze, and recalled the cold and bitter aura that enveloped Zhong Yansheng when he greeted him just now. His eyelids twitched violently: "...Okay."

The hunting trip in Yannan Mountain encountered a rainstorm, and everyone, including Xiao Nong's cousin, was trapped on the mountain. Xiao Nong came in person in the rain and took Zhong Yansheng away without blinking an eye.

At the private banquet, Xiao Nong suddenly broke in and carried Zhong Yansheng away. If it weren't for the fact that Prince Ding's reputation was full of bloody evil spirits, and he had never had any romantic rumors, no one would have guessed that Xiao Nong was here to seek revenge - who would carry someone away when seeking revenge?

As for the march south to suppress bandits, Xiao Nong had always been too lazy to pay attention to the princes. Prince De liked to jump in front of him, so he would just raise his hand and press him a few times. He was too lazy to even give any extra glances, but he was actually so kind as to follow Zhong Yansheng south.

Even if all these things made sense, Pei Hong still had a keen sense of smell that was almost intuitive.

Is the relationship between Xiao Nong and Zhong Yansheng really as bad as the outside world says?

As if he could see what he was thinking, his cold blue eyes fell on him, without any emotion, and he didn't seem to care whether he noticed anything.

Just like the glance that came towards him lightly on Yannan Mountain.

Judging from the old emperor's behavior, he was obviously very satisfied with the bad relationship between Xiao Nong and Zhong Yansheng.

If the emperor noticed the two of them...

Pei Hong slowly tightened his grip on the fan.

Xiao Nong stared at Pei Hong calmly for a moment, then turned back to the carriage, thinking casually.

From the ferry to getting on the carriage, he didn't even look at him. It seemed that he was really angry and didn't want to pay attention to him.

It’s a pity that I was restricted in what I did after returning to the capital, otherwise I would have gotten on the carriage and hugged the person to comfort him.

Zhong Yansheng really didn't want to pay any attention to Xiao Nong. Fortunately, it was autumn in the capital and it was much colder than the south. No one would find it strange if he wore a few more clothes. Otherwise, the dense marks on his body would definitely be exposed.

Because he had returned to Beijing and could no longer meet him often, his sad and depressed mood was relieved. He bit his lip and cursed quietly in his heart.

Stinky dog.

The convoy slowly returned to the capital from the ferry. Zhong Yansheng had been tormented by Xiao Nong all morning and had not been able to take a shower. His stomach felt very strange. He leaned his head against the carriage. He wanted to take a nap but was afraid of dirtying his pants.

This carriage belongs to Pei Hong. If I leave any wet marks on it, and he finds them...

Zhong Yansheng's ears were burning red, and he didn't dare to relax and sleep.

Bad dog!

My vocabulary for swearing is pitifully poor, and I only know these few phrases over and over again.

The voices around him gradually increased. Zhong Yansheng was dazed and realized that he had arrived in Beijing. He quickly opened the curtain of the carriage and poked his furry head out.

The convoy brought by Prince Jing was going directly back to the palace, but Xiao Nong had to go back to the palace first, and they would separate when they arrived in the capital.

Seeing that Zhong Yansheng was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and his soft hair was a little messy, like a bird with messy feathers, he hastily poked his head out. Xiao Nong raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "The king will leave first."

His sight fell on Zhong Yansheng, his eyes were hooked, slowly looking from Zhong Yansheng's hair to the corners of his red mouth, and then he said slowly: "My little prince, goodbye."

Xiao Nong's deep voice carried a faint smile, and only the two of them could understand it.

Zhong Yansheng felt numb all over, as if he was being played a hooligan by him in public. His eyelashes trembled, and he pursed his lips and lowered the curtain again.

In the past few days, Huo Shuang was forced to protect Xiao Nong from knocking over Zhong Yansheng's window every day. This morning, he even happened to see Xiao Nong's neck bitten, and he climbed out of Zhong Yansheng's room leisurely: "..."

Shameless!

Fortunately, to outsiders, Zhong Yansheng's reaction seemed to be that he had an extremely unpleasant experience with Xiao Nong along the way, and he was giving Xiao Nong the cold face.

Xiao Nong was as arrogant as ever, not caring much: "Let's go."

Zhan Rong flicked the reins of his horse, snorted, passed by Huo Shuang, and followed Xiao Nong with his personal guards.

The sound of horse hooves outside gradually faded away. Zhong Yansheng could not help but lift a corner of the curtain again, secretly glanced at Xiao Nong's back, and quickly put the curtain down, fearing that Pei Hong would talk to him.

He was made dirty by Xiao Nong and was too embarrassed to talk to anyone.

Fortunately, King Jing, who was outside the carriage, was thinking about something and, contrary to his usual behavior, did not come over to talk to him until the carriage arrived outside the palace gate, and he had to get off.

The familiar palace walls came into view. There was still a lifeless and stagnant atmosphere in the imperial city, just like the old emperor. Zhong Yansheng's breathing stagnated. His heart felt heavy at the thought of entering the palace to face the old emperor.

Fortunately, this time he entered the palace was different from the first time. The first time, the incident happened suddenly, and he was confused and chaotic, but this time he already knew who he was, there were many more people around him, and he had more courage.

Pei Hong got off his horse, his expression as usual, and asked with eager concern: "Xiao Sheng, I heard that you and Prince Ding were assassinated in Baoqing Prefecture and separated from the others. You risked your life in the mountains to find the bandits' den, and then found an opportunity to cooperate with the bandits inside and outside to successfully break through the bandits' stronghold. I guess the process must have been thrilling and dangerous. Were you injured?"

Zhong Yansheng: “…”

Except for the thrilling moment when he fell off the cliff, his greatest danger at other times was His Royal Highness Prince Ding, who clung to him and refused to go down, staring at him covetously every moment, looking for an opportunity to rub, lick and nibble him.

In the past, Zhong Yansheng would have been too embarrassed to lie, or his lies would have been too obvious. But after spending so much time with Xiao Nong, he became more and more shameless. He nodded and said, "It was dangerous, but fortunately, I wasn't hurt."

Pei Hong knew that Zhong Yansheng was very thin-skinned and not good at lying. When he lied, he would either look evasive or blush, and his face and ears would also turn red, which could be seen at a glance.

Facing those clear black eyes, he didn't notice anything wrong and nodded with a smile: "It's good that you're not hurt."

Oh my god.

Zhong Yansheng thought to himself that he had really been led astray by Xiao Nong and could lie without batting an eyelid!

On the way into the palace, Pei Hong told Zhong Yansheng about the recent situation in the palace.

Prince De's confinement was lifted two days ago. Because he made a mistake, he was unable to go south to suppress the bandits. He has been jumping up and down these days, appearing particularly filial at the old emperor's lap, and trying to get the opportunity to preside over next year's spring examination together with the Ministry of Rites.

As autumn approached and the weather got colder, the old emperor became even weaker and coughed more often. His attitude towards Prince De became indifferent, and it was hard to tell whether he would agree or not. So Prince De became even more attentive and searched everywhere for famous doctors and prescriptions to present to the old emperor.

Speaking of the Spring Examination, Zhong Yansheng thought of another thing: "What was the result of the Autumn Examination?"

Pei Hong shook his fan and sighed, "The prince of Huai'an Marquis's Mansion is incredible. He won the first place in the imperial examination. Now many great scholars in the capital are optimistic about him and think that he is most likely to win the first place next year. If this is true, he will even win the third place in the imperial examination."

Hearing this news, Zhong Yansheng breathed a sigh of relief and was somewhat happy for Zhong Sidu.

Fortunately, Zhong Sidu now loves Huai'an Marquis’ Mansion, otherwise the guilt in his heart might be even stronger.

He vaguely remembered the dream he had about falling into the water when he just returned to the capital.

In the dream, Zhong Sidu destroyed the Huai'an Marquis Mansion, and all the people were thrown into prison... If you think about it carefully, it is more likely that his identity was discovered, and the old emperor took action against the Huai'an Marquis Mansion.

If he had not found Xiao Nong by accident after waking up, and the old emperor had not been afraid of Xiao Nong and had not gone through many twists and turns to give him the identity of the eleventh prince, I am afraid that after being discovered, his fate would have been the same.

It was already noon when they entered the palace. The old emperor had just drunk medicinal tea and rested, so there was no need to see him immediately. Zhong Yansheng separated from Pei Hong and walked back to Minghui Palace in great agony, feeling wet all over.

I don’t know whether it was his illusion or he was really wet.

Zhong Yansheng felt like he was about to pass out. Without waiting for Feng Ji, who had been waiting in the palace for many days and came over to see him happily, to speak, he spoke weakly, his voice trembling: "Prepare some water... I want to take a bath."

Xiao Nong left so many ‘things’ that Zhong Yansheng's bath water was almost cold. He stepped out of the bathtub with weak legs and feet. He didn't dare to look down at the bruises and purple marks on his body. He changed into clean inner wear while cursing Xiao Nong.

He won't pay any attention to Xiao Nong recently!

He worked for a long time, like a little bird trying hard to preen its feathers. When he was finally done, he sat down with a rumbling stomach and ate his meal weakly.

The food in the palace was not to his liking and was not as delicious as the rock sugar bird's nest porridge that Xiao Nong fed him in the inn.

Feng Ji was serving Zhong Yansheng his meal with a strange look on his face, as if he had something to say but didn't dare to say it out loud.

Zhong Yansheng looked at him and felt puzzled: "If you have something to say, just say it."

Tian Xi's godson is not as steady as Tian Xi in doing things, nor is he as cautious and careful as Tian Xi in speaking. As soon as he entered the palace, this little eunuch dared to whisper to him that Hui Palace was where the former prince lived, and there was nothing else he dared not say.

Feng Ji hesitated for a while before lowering his voice and said, "A few days ago... Concubine Zhuang passed away. Please accept my condolences."

Zhong Yansheng was stunned, and thought of the concubine in the cold palace who he had only met once and who was acting crazy while holding a clay doll.

Passed away?

His expression froze for a long time, and his throat choked: "What happened? When did it happen?"

"The day after you left Beijing." Feng Ji became more cautious. "The cold palace was flooded. Because it was a little remote, the palace servants didn't notice it at the first time. By the time they found out... it was too late."

Zhong Yansheng was silent for a long time, a feeling of sadness welled up in his heart, and his voice was dry: "I know."

Feng Ji said quickly: "His Majesty has blocked the news and forbade anyone to tell you. He may be afraid that you will be too sad."

Zhong Yansheng said nothing, but clenched the jade chopsticks in his hand. It felt like he had swallowed a piece of iron in his throat, unable to swallow it or spit it out, and he felt choked.

There weren't even candles or oil lamps in the cold palace, so how could a fire break out?

That poor woman was silenced just because she vaguely remembered some past events, and because of him...

If it were in the past, Zhong Yansheng might think it was all his fault.

But now he clearly knew that the fault was not his, but the emperor's.

The old emperor forced his wife, who accompanied him to the throne, to death, drove his own son crazy and killed him, and there is a great possibility that he would kill his father and brother. He would even collude with foreign tribes to kill loyal people. What else would he not do?

Zhong Yansheng completely lost his appetite: "Go away, I don't want to eat anymore."

Feng Ji felt a little regretful for saying this while he was having dinner, but Zhong Yansheng raised his eyes to look at him and said softly, "Thank you, Feng Ji."

The old emperor didn't allow anyone to tell him about this, but Feng Ji took the risk and told him.

Feng Ji sighed, "I didn't do anything, how can you thank me... I lost my parents when I was young, and was brought up by my godfather. I have never experienced these hardships. I told you all this out of turn, please don't be too sad."

Zhong Yansheng blinked: "When did Eunuch Tian Xi enter the palace, and how many years has he been with His Majesty?"

"Godfather is just like me. He entered the palace after being castrated at a young age and has been serving His Majesty since before he ascended the throne." Feng Ji sighed, "If I count carefully, Godfather has been with His Majesty for fifty or sixty years."

As the two were talking, someone from the Yangxin Palace called them.

The old emperor just woke up and wanted to see Zhong Yansheng.

Zhong Yansheng stood up and stopped suddenly when he passed the mirror.

His outer robes were usually elegant colors like moon white, bamboo green, or snow green, or brighter colors like scarlet and emerald green.

More than forty years have passed. Except for Tian Xi, most of the old people in the palace at that time are probably dead and replaced by a new group. In addition, many things during the reign of Emperor Shun were deliberately erased, so not much information about Prince Kangwen has been circulated. However, Xiao Nong's men still found out some news about Prince Kangwen.

Prince Kangwen likes to wear white clothes.

Zhong Yansheng's heart suddenly moved, and he had a bold idea. He took off his snow-blue robe, turned his head and ordered outside: "Feng Ji, bring me a set of white outer clothes."

Feng Ji was stunned for a moment.

Your Majesty does not allow mourning for Concubine Zhuang. The little prince learned of the sad news as soon as he returned to the capital. Since Your Majesty's attitude cannot be revealed, does he want to wear white clothes and mourn secretly?

Feng Ji, who felt that he had guessed it most likely, did not dare to say much. He quickly went to find the white clothes that Zhong Yansheng wanted and brought it in.

Zhong Yansheng seldom wore this color. He put on a white brocade robe embroidered with gold edges and looked in the mirror.

The tall and slender young man in the mirror has a handsome face and his clothes are as clean as snow, which makes his brows look more clear and beautiful. His eyes are calm and slightly smiling, and he has a kind of elegant demeanor.

Because Zhong Yansheng had just returned to the palace, he hadn't had time to get his autumn clothes made. This dress was an old one that Feng Ji had found after rummaging through boxes and cabinets. He was worried that it might be out of fashion, but when he saw it, he exclaimed, "Your Highness looks good in anything he wears."

Zhong Yansheng looked at himself in the mirror for a while, pursed his lips, and said nothing: "Let's go to the Yangxin Palace."

Zhong Yansheng was very successful in suppressing the bandits and had made great political achievements. Naturally, Prince De was the most unhappy one and rushed back to the palace with Prince An in a hurry. When Zhong Yansheng stepped into the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, the study was bustling with activity. Not only Prince De was there, but also Xiao Nong, and several court officials who were called over to discuss matters.

He was quicker than Zhong Yansheng. After returning home to explain things, he changed his clothes and went into the palace. He sat on a chair, drinking tea leisurely, and it seemed that he had already replied to the old emperor.

The moment Zhong Yansheng stepped into the study, everyone's eyes turned to him, including the old emperor who was being served tea by Tian Xi.

The young man was dressed in a white robe, looking gentle, elegant and quiet, quite different from usual.

At that moment, Zhong Yansheng noticed that Tian Xi paused in serving tea, and the old emperor's pupils shrank violently. There was a hint of horror in his cloudy eyes, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, and his skinny face trembled.

He paused deliberately, then knelt down and saluted: "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Except for Xiao Nong, Zhong Yansheng, and Tian Xi, who was serving the old emperor, no one noticed the old emperor's expression just now.

After a while, a hoarse and old voice came from above: "It's Xiao Eleven... Get up."

Zhong Yansheng's palms were slightly sweaty.

Sure enough, the old emperor had something to hide.

Prince Kangwen is the ghost that has been floating in his heart for decades.

Xiao Nong was the person who was most familiar with Zhong Yansheng. Seeing him change into a color that he rarely wore before, and catching the momentary flaw between the old emperor and Tian Xi in front of the desk, he almost knew Zhong Yansheng's purpose in his heart.

The little guy has become very cunning now, but a little too adventurous.

The late crown prince was driven mad by the old emperor because of his resemblance to crown prince Kangwen, and he abdicated to protect himself. Zhong Yansheng was similar to the late crown prince, and now he is somewhat similar to crown prince Kangwen... Who knows what the old emperor will do.

Zhong Yansheng pretended not to see Xiao Nong and stood up without looking away.

After the bloodbath eighteen years ago, there were not many old officials left in the court. The officials standing in the study were all young. They didn't know what Crown Prince Kangwen and the former Crown Prince looked like, and they didn't notice anything strange. They smiled and bowed, saying, "Your Highness is really a heroic young man. He solved the traitors and bandits as soon as he took action."

"It has the same demeanor as your Majesty did in the past. It is a delight to your Majesty."

Prince De glared at Zhong Yansheng indignantly, saying in a weird tone: "Ha, Eleventh Brother went out for a while, and he seems to have become much smarter when he came back."

Zhong Yansheng was in a calm mood and didn't even look at him: "I am glad that I have fulfilled your majesty's mission."

The old emperor was uncharacteristically silent for a long time. After a moment, he suddenly started coughing violently as if he had a stitch in the side.

Tian Xi hurriedly stroked the old emperor's back, and the others were also shocked: "Your Majesty, take care of yourself!"

"Quick, call the doctor!"

Prince De jumped up and expressed his filial piety: "Father! How are you? I have just found a cough medicine prescription for you. I will ask someone to boil it right away!"

The old emperor's shriveled body seemed to be about to fall apart from coughing. His face, which had been somewhat energetic just now, became a little gray. He raised his hand to stop the noise of a group of people. He looked a little gloomy, unlike his usual kindness and kindness: "Everyone go down. Little Eleven stay."

His Majesty was coughing so badly that several court officials felt that they could no longer discuss matters, so they withdrew.

Prince De didn't want to leave, and Xiao Nong didn't move either.

After a moment, Xiao Nong said indifferently: "I will go to Wenyuan Pavilion."

When he was in Beijing, he would go to Wenyuan Pavilion from time to time to scare a few elders and deal with memorials. No one found it strange that he spoke like this. At most, they thought that he was as arrogant as before and did not know how to restrain himself in front of His Majesty.

Only Zhong Yansheng knew that Xiao Nong was telling him that he would stay in the palace for a while.

However, when Xiao Nong passed by and pinched his finger, he had the nerve to not hook it back.

He was still seriously angry, and it was useless for Xiao Nong to seduce him.

Xiao Nong sighed in his heart, but there was no change in his expression as he left indifferently.

If he hadn't been pressing Zhong Yansheng on the bed and going crazy in the morning, he would have looked like a stranger to Zhong Yansheng.

After Xiao Nong left, Prince De couldn't keep him any longer. He cursed in his heart, but still looked filial on the surface: "I will send someone to boil the medicine and bring it to father."

The old emperor was obviously very upset with his son and waved his hand casually: "Go away."

Everyone had left, and only Zhong Yansheng was left in the study, which suddenly felt empty.

The old emperor's gaze slowly turned to Zhong Yansheng, his cloudy eyes like two will-o'-the-wisp fires: "Xiao Shiyi, how do you feel about this trip south to suppress the bandits?"

For the first time, Zhong Yansheng did not bow his head, but instead looked at the old emperor with a natural expression: "I have learned a lot."

The old emperor seemed to make some strange sounds in his throat and his fingers slid across the report in front of him.

They were reports on suppressing bandits. There were three copies in total, one from Governor Wei, one from Xiao Nong, and one from Zhong Yansheng. The contents of the three reports were largely similar, half true and half false, and there were not many signs of falsification.

"I read in the report that you and Prince Ding were trapped in a den of thieves. Prince Ding secretly summoned the Black Armor Guards and raided the mountain stronghold." The old emperor picked up the report from Governor Wei and read it. "Did anyone kill anyone?"

Zhong Yansheng paused for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Who was killed?"

Zhong Yansheng gave the answer he wanted to hear: "His Royal Highness Prince Ding was injured at the time, and I joined forces with His Royal Highness Prince Ding to kill the bandit leader."

The old man in front of the desk seemed to smile.

At this moment, he looked like a tolerant elder, and asked in a kind tone: "Are you scared?"

"They are a bunch of mountain bandits that are causing trouble to the people," Zhong Yansheng said. "We are not afraid to kill them if we can."

The old emperor knew who the bandit leader was.

It turned out that he deliberately sent him south to suppress the bandits.

If Zhong Yansheng and Xiao Nong had not found out in advance that this group of bandits were quite chivalrous and were not determined to wipe them out, and if they had not unexpectedly come into contact with Wei Ling in Shuiyun Village and had their identities discovered by Wei Ling, things would probably have turned out to be just as the old emperor had set them.

Let Zhong Yansheng personally wipe out the remaining old subordinates of his father.

Wei Ling was the prince's confidant, how could he not recognize Zhong Yansheng? If he really recognized Zhong Yansheng under such circumstances, I'm afraid he would not reveal Zhong Yansheng's identity, so as to prevent Zhong Yansheng from being overshadowed and living in shock and regret.

The old emperor was very satisfied with Zhong Yansheng's answer. He slowly sipped the medicinal tea offered by Tian Xi and said with a smile, "Why are you still wearing old clothes? You have been away for a few months, and you have grown taller when you come back. Tian Xi, have someone go to Minghui Palace to measure the body of His Highness and make some new clothes for him."

Zhong Yansheng knew that the old emperor would care about this. He apologized secretly in his heart and said, "Your Majesty, I don't want to change my clothes."

The old emperor stared at him: "Why?"

"...I already know." Zhong Yansheng lowered his head, "Concubine Zhuang... has passed away."

The old emperor's gentle smile gradually disappeared: "Hmm? Little Eleven, who told you? I didn't want you to be sad, so I kept it from you."

Zhong Yansheng felt that the old emperor really treated him as a fool.

Who in the world would hide the news of their mother's death just to avoid making others sad?

But in front of the old emperor, he had to play dumb. Zhong Yansheng apologized in his heart, lowered his eyes and whispered, "I know your majesty's painstaking efforts. The person who told me this was... a person with a small scar on his neck. I don't know who that person is."

The last time Feng Ji overheard Prince De talking, he was pushed into the water by someone around Prince De and almost drowned. When Zhong Yansheng hurriedly sent Huo Shuang to rescue him, he saw a small scar on the neck of the person around Prince De.

Anyway, Prince De is not a good person, so let him take the blame.

Zhong Yansheng thought with shame.

As soon as Zhong Yansheng finished speaking, the old emperor knew who he was talking about.

People often changed when Prince De came in and out, but this person was the one he was most used to. When Zhong Yansheng was in the palace, he was basically under the surveillance of the old emperor, and he had few contacts with Prince De, let alone the people around him.

Moreover, Zhong Yansheng did not say directly who it was. He just hesitated and mentioned a small feature.

Instead, it proved the truthfulness of his words.

The old emperor nodded slowly: "I understand. Since you are back, I will posthumously confer the title of Concubine Zhuang and start the funeral."

...Concubine Zhuang hasn't even been buried yet.

Zhong Yansheng felt a chill in his heart, but said respectfully, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Perhaps because he was frightened for a moment by Zhong Yansheng's dress, the old emperor was running out of energy. He coughed a few times and raised his hand, signaling Zhong Yansheng to go back.

The next day, Concubine Zhuang's funeral was delayed.

The funeral, which was held two months late, was not grand and there were no mourners. Zhong Yansheng sent her off according to the rules. He sat obediently in the mourning hall every night, copying Buddhist scriptures and burning each one he copied.

I hope she can have an easier journey, and I also hope that if she meets his parents in the afterlife, he will ask them to talk to him in his dreams.

These scriptures were copied for Concubine Zhuang and also for his parents.

King Jing came twice. Seeing Zhong Yansheng copying Buddhist scriptures in silence, he sighed and wanted to rub his head: "I'll be free in two days. Brother Jing will take you out to relax?"

Zhong Yansheng dodged his hand, neither agreeing nor refusing: "Thank you, Your Highness Prince Jing."

He looked up at King Jing, his eyes full of light, and said in a serious tone: "You are a good person."

Xiao Nong could not come, so Prince Jing was the only one who came to burn incense for Concubine Zhuang out of kindness for him.

Pei Hong was stunned for a moment, then smiled while shaking his fan: "Well, I am indeed a good person."

Because of this incident, Zhong Yansheng stayed in the palace for several days without going out. After the hasty funeral, few people remembered this concubine who had stayed in the cold palace for many years and died in a fire in the cold palace.

On the second day after the work was done, Zhong Yansheng received a note from Huo Shuang with a dark face: "Your Highness, this was sent by Zhan Rong."

He is the young prince's man, not Prince Ding's man. Prince Ding does not know how to restrain himself and orders him around. He feels aggrieved, but he has to help and carefully cover up for the young prince!

Zhong Yansheng guessed without even thinking that Xiao Nong wanted to ask him out. He calmly copied Buddhist scriptures for several days and his anger towards Xiao Nong subsided a little. However, due to the trauma of the last time, he still didn't want to pay much attention to Xiao Nong.

From the ferry to the palace...he was almost tortured to death.

Xiao Nong likes to rub him, tease him and nibble on him. After not seeing him for several days, he will definitely do bad things to him again.

He shouldn't have taught Xiao Nong to do these things.

I might as well copy a copy of the Heart Purification Sutra and send it back to Xiao Nong, so that he can calm down on his own.

Zhong Yansheng opened the note while thinking about it.

Unexpectedly, it was not a meeting with Zhong Yansheng.

There were only a few large characters on it, the handwriting looked familiar, with iron strokes and silver hooks, and the writing style was elegant:

"Taxue did a backflip."

“…………”

Real or fake!

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