Chu Fengqing was brought to a palace. The palace was extremely magnificent. A quick glance around showed that the furnishings in the room were all priceless. It was obvious that the owner had put a lot of thought into the arrangement.
The palace maid escorted the person to the place and then withdrew. The tall palace gate closed in front of Chu Fengqing.
He pursed his lips, reached out, and tentatively opened the door.
It’s locked.
As expected, he looked around the room. The doors and windows were all closed. Speaking in this huge palace seemed to echo, and the gold and jade piled up all over the room seemed to have an empty splendor.
It was as if a huge golden house was built for him, and he was the canary imprisoned inside.
Chu Fengqing’s eyes sank slightly, but he was not very panicked. To be honest, he had almost reached the limit of his body. He felt dizzy and couldn’t think at all.
To him, nothing was as attractive as that small couch.
He lay on it with his clothes on and soon fell asleep. But we could say he was asleep because his body could no longer hold on.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already dark. Candles were lit in the palace, and the candlelight was flickering, but not very bright.
There was also an extra quilt on his body. He looked back slightly and saw Zhao Yiyu’s figure. Zhao Yiyu was sitting under the candlelight with a book in his hand.
After taking off the bright yellow dragon robe, he sat there not like an emperor but more like a young master of an aristocratic family, his whole body exuding humility.
Sometimes, if you pretend for long enough, it will also become real.
Zhao Yiyu turned around and happened to catch his gaze, with a faint smile on his lips. “Qing’er, are you awake?”
Chu Fengqing sat up, his lips a little pale.
Seeing that he looked unhappy, Zhao Yiyu poured him a glass of water and handed it to him, saying in a doting tone, “I don’t know if you are brave or daring. You can still sleep in this situation.”
Chu Fengqing raised his eyes to look at him, and without taking his water, he asked straight to the point: “How long are you going to keep me locked up?”
Zhao Yiyu obviously didn’t expect him to ask so bluntly. He didn’t say anything for a moment and put the rejected glass of water on the table. He lowered his eyes to look at his fingers that had just been scalded by the water. He thought for a while, then smiled slowly and said, “Wait until Chu Fengqing disappears and Concubine Chu appears.”
Chu Fengqing looked at him with clear and shallow eyes. This meant that he had to live as a woman for the rest of his life.
“Why do you want Concubine Chu?” He spoke in a cold voice and suddenly smiled brightly, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. It was difficult to see such an expression on his face.
He asked Zhao Yiyu, “Is it Chu Fengqing who is shameful, or is it the male concubine who is shameful?”
The expression on Zhao Yiyu’s face froze, as if he didn’t expect him to ask such a sharp question. He tilted his head, and his waterfall-like black hair slid down from his shoulders with his movement. He really began to think about this question.
The two looked at each other. Zhao Yiyu pondered for a moment, then laughed twice, his eyes narrowed slightly. “This is Zhen’s problem and has nothing to do with Feng Qing. Zhen is afraid that the historian will write it down and Zhen will become a sinner for all eternity.”
He sighed as he spoke, “Who in the world would not be afraid of the gossip of the people?”
Ji Yujin.
Chu Fengqing silently thought in his heart, If it were him, he would definitely not be afraid, he might even do the opposite. Didn’t you say it’s not possible? Then I will announce it to the world and act in a high-profile manner.
He never took what others feared to heart.
The world was just a carrier for him, and he never paid too much attention to useless things. It was just that he was afraid that Chu Fengqing would be hurt, so he never talked too much about it in front of outsiders.
Even in his spare time, Zhao Yiyu kept his back straight. In fact, he and Chu Fengqing were quite similar in some ways. They had both learned complicated etiquette and the way of a gentleman since childhood. It seemed that they were from the same world. Ji Yujin, on the contrary, seemed to be from another world. He acted recklessly and never abided by etiquette.
“So, I can only inconvenient Fengqing.” He said with a smile, his tone a little lazy.
After Zhao Yiyu took the throne, he seemed like a different person. He no longer hid anything, as if he was too scared to hide it before. He even wanted to make the evil and madness in his bones known to the public.
“Your Majesty.”
Before Chu Fengqing could say anything, an eunuch leaned over to Zhao Yiyu’s ear and whispered something.
Zhao Yiyu raised his eyebrows and looked at Chu Fengqing. “Zhen originally wanted to invite Qing’er’s family to our wedding, but Zhen didn’t expect Qing’er to be quicker.”
Sure enough, fortunately Li Yu acted quickly.
Zhao Yiyu: “In this case, I can only invite the former Governor of Xichang to be our witness.”
Chu Fengqing was slightly stunned.
Zhao Yiyu: “Why do you look like that? Do you think it’s inappropriate? It’s also true, how can a lowly eunuch be our witness? He can just serve us. However, I still need to prepare the betrothal gift.”
He said, playing with the cup on the table, and sighed, “He’s really hard to catch.”
Zhao Yiyu sat for a while, and then an eunuch came hurriedly and reported something to him in a low voice. Perhaps it was something very important, and he stood up almost as soon as he finished speaking.
Before leaving, he smiled at Chu Fengqing and said, “Qing’er, the wedding is only a dozen days away. I am looking forward to it.”
“Oh, I almost forgot.” Zhao Yiyu approached Chu Fengqing, bent down, and held him in his arms.
A warm fragrance wafted into his nose, a little sweet and with a hint of crisp aftertaste. Chu Fengqing frowned, feeling very uncomfortable, but unfortunately, behind him was the bed, and he couldn’t retreat. Zhao Yiyu stared at his face and saw that after he frowned, a trace of emotion flashed across his eyes, so fast that it was difficult to detect.
There was a sudden touch on his waist. Chu Fengqing lowered his eyes and looked down, only to see Zhao Yiyu taking the sachet from his waist. Then he took a step back.
The two of them were one step apart. Zhao Yiyu took a piece of silver from the sachet. He held the silver and smiled. “Before you said that the money and goods were exchanged, it was just a business deal. Now that I have taken the money back, it is no longer a business deal.”
At that time, Chu Fengqing saved his mother’s life. He didn’t want to have too much connection with him, so he took a silver ingot from him, said, “The money and goods are paid, it’s just a business deal”, and left.
Chu Fengqing didn’t expect that he still remembered this. Looking at Zhao Yiyu’s back, he felt that this person was really childish.
After leaving the Chen Palace, Zhao Yiyu’s expression instantly turned cold, his eyes were filled with ink color, and his hand holding the silver became tighter and tighter. The silver hurt his palm so much that he felt very painful. He raised his hand, lowered his eyes to look at the silver lying quietly in his palm, and sneered. There was only such a little connection between them.
After Zhao Yiyu left, Chu Fengqing cleared his throat a few times, and his lips turned blood red again. He was extremely weak. When Zhao Yiyu was around, he could still hold on for a while, but now he didn’t even have the strength to hold on.
After wiping the blood from his lips, he looked up at the table. On the table was the food that Zhao Yiyu had ordered to serve. He walked to the table and forced himself to take a few bites.
After a while, a palace maid came over and asked him if he wanted to take a bath. Chu Fengqing nodded and asked her for some medicine.
The maid was a little embarrassed: “This… Young Master, wait a moment.”
Chu Fengqing nodded and did not embarrass the palace maid. Zhao Yiyu knew that he was good at using medicine and must have instructed the people below him.
This time, the medicine took a long time to arrive, and some supplements were sent along with it. They were sent by the eunuch beside Zhao Yiyu. It was unexpected that the eunuch beside the emperor was sent to deliver the medicine.
He smiled and lowered his posture very low. “Young Master, His Majesty asked if you were feeling unwell, do you want to call the imperial physician?”
Chu Fengqing shook his head. “No need.”
“Well, then the servant will withdraw now. If Young Master need anything, please send someone to find the servant.”
After everyone had left, he opened the medicine bag, all the medicine he had on him was confiscated when he passed through the palace gate.
Chu Fengqing’s eyes were cold. He picked out the medicine from the medicine bag and put it away separately, and he sprinkled the rest of the medicine into the bathtub, which was still filled with hot steam.
In fact, it is difficult for the medicine to be effective if it is soaked like this, but it doesn’t matter, he just wants that one medicine.
Turning back, he took a look at the clothes prepared by the palace maid. The next moment his expression changed and his hands holding the clothes tightened. What Zhao Yiyu prepared for him was a woman’s dress.
……
On the other side, Ji Yujin stood at the bow, looking at the turbulent river below, revealing such murderous intent for the first time.
A trace of worry appeared in Zhao Li’s eyes. Ji Yujin had been afraid of water since he was a child. He would rather risk his life to fight the enemy head-on than to assassinate him by water.
His fear of water seemed to be ingrained in his bones, but this time he chose the water route immediately because it was faster.
Zhao Li looked at Ji Yujin standing at the bow and remembered the day when he received Li Yu’s secret letter…
He had never seen Ji Yujin like that before. He looked like a possessed demon. The blood at the corners of his lips made him look like he had crawled out of purgatory. Anyone standing next to him could feel the solemnity and murderous intent, and their souls seemed to be trembling.
Zhao Li didn’t have any thoughts now, he just prayed silently that Young Master Chu must be alive, and well, otherwise… Ji Yujin would not be able to survive either.
Ji Yujin was holding a bookmark in his hand, which was sandwiched in the “Collection of Stories” given to him by Chu Fengqing. At first, he did not pay much attention to this leaf because it was really inconspicuous.
Until that day, when he was reading the “Collection of Stories” and was seen by Chu Feng, Chu Feng didn’t pay attention to it at first, but he caught a glimpse of the words on it out of the corner of his eye and stopped immediately.
“What is this?”
Ji Yujin: “A Collection of Stories.”
“Let me see.” He spoke in a deep voice and stretched out his hand to Ji Yujin. His palm was bigger than that of ordinary people and was covered with layers of thick calluses. It was obvious that he was a martial artist.
Ji Yujin refused, saying, “You must be joking. This was a gift from Chu Fengqing. Even though you are his brother, you can’t touch it.”
Chu Feng frowned. He didn’t want to steal other people’s things either. He just felt that the handwriting on the things was very familiar and wanted to confirm it.
He had a cold face, and the two of them confronted each other, “Then open it and let me take a look.”
Ji Yujin: “No.”
Chu Feng: “What kind of treasure is this? I can’t even take a look at it.”
Ji Yujin curled his lips and smiled nonchalantly, “It’s just a treasure.”
Chu Feng did not want to get entangled with him. With so many people in this world, it was normal for one or two people to have similar handwriting. He turned around and prepared to leave. At this moment, he saw the bookmark on the table again. The corners of his mouth slightly tightened, and he sneered, “Heh, I didn’t expect you to be so innocent. It must be a gift from the person you admire.”
Ji Yujin: “En?”
Chu Feng pointed at the bookmark on the table and said, “This is a tea leaf.”
“It is because the seeds cannot be transplanted.”
Ji Yujin looked at the rushing water and the leaf. The hostility in his eyes dissipated for a moment, but his heart seemed to be torn apart by a big hand, and blood was oozing out.
Between the two of them, Ji Yujin was the one who expressed “joy”. Chu Fengqing was not good at expressing himself, so he just lowered his eyes every time he heard it.
But although he never said the word love, but his everywhere said, “I love you”.
Once tea is grown in a certain place, it cannot be transplanted; otherwise, the smell and quality will change, or even it will wither and die.
In the world, tea is indispensable for weddings. This is because tea cannot be transplanted, which is a metaphor for the impossibility of remarriage.
He said, a lifetime.
