Douluo Dalu: I love you

The cool moonlight penetrated the window lattice and cast some mottled light on the floor. An oil lamp swayed gently in the wind, and wisps of black smoke floated upward.

Han Yue was wrapped in a quilt and lying on the bed in a daze. There were several pieces of white paper beside the pillow, and a writing brush was lying on the white paper.

After a long time, Han Yue covered her head with a quilt and growled: No more writing, no more writing.I can’t make this money, and Sister Maobi can’t play either.

"Three days later, if the young master asks, how should I reply?" Han Yue slowly pulled down the quilt, revealing a pair of black grape-like eyes staring at the ceiling.

After a sleepless night, Han Yue felt weak during morning exercises, so she fooled herself with a few simple movements, and then walked towards the big kitchen.

Xuanyu Pavilion is not far from the kitchen. Walk through the fish pond to the end of the garden, then turn left and walk a hundred meters.

Han Yue didn't know how big the Prime Minister's Mansion was, and she didn't dare to run around on weekdays. Aunt Rong told many rumors about how the lost maid disappeared in the Prime Minister's Mansion, which made her even more afraid to have other curiosities.

"Xiaoyue, what's wrong with you?"

The girl who spoke had a sweet voice, the two maids' hair was meticulously combed behind their heads, and their big, watery eyes flashed.

"Xiaoyan, I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well."

Han Yue couldn't say that she had been worrying about the brush all night, so she could only explain it away like this.

"Did the young master's bad temper come back again? How long has it been gone? Let me see if you are injured anywhere?"

Xiaoyan looked at Han Yue with sympathy in her eyes.Han Yue couldn't react in time, what on earth is going on?

"It's okay, it's okay." Xiaoyan saw that there were no wounds on Han Yue's body, so she patted her chest and continued: "The young master has a bad temper. You must be careful when doing things in Xuan Yu Pavilion. The young master has violent tendencies and the whole government is worried." I know, you are the only one who would foolishly go to Xuan Yu Pavilion to do things."

Xiaoyan patted Han Yue on the shoulder.

"Does he have a bad temper? I think it's okay!" Han Yue recalled the past six months of getting along with him, and found nothing about his arrogant temper.

"No? In the past, it was said that no less than five slaves were carried out of Xuanyu Pavilion. It was rumored that they were all beaten by the young master." Xiaoyan looked around and saw that no one noticed the two of them. She Pulling Han Yue behind a wall, he whispered: "Some people say that the young master beat people to death, and he has even beaten people to death!"

At this point, when Xiaoyan looked at Han Yue with sympathetic eyes, Han Yue felt creepy, as if she was looking at a corpse.

"Xiaoyan, don't scare me, I'm timid."

"Xiaoyue, look, there are two young masters in the house. The eldest young master has servants and guards, and the young master has servants here! You are the only servant. Why?"

When Xiaoyan said this, Han Yue began to feel strange. Why?

"Because the young master is not welcomed by the master and the madam. I heard that the young master is not the madam's biological child. He cannot see that the eldest young master is surrounded by thousands of favors. He is jealous and often vents his anger on the servants."

Han Yue felt that the little kid was not the kind of person Xiaoyan said. He was kind-hearted and kind-hearted, which was definitely not what they said. There must be something fishy in between.

Why would someone deliberately slander the young master?Who is the manipulator behind this?Han Yue planned to find an opportunity to go to Aunt Rong to inquire about it.

When she came back from the big kitchen, Han Yue had two more pieces of black charcoal in her hand.

The young master was fully dressed and standing in the morning light. Han Yue felt that there was a thin layer of loneliness surrounding him, perhaps because of his thin back or the coolness of the morning light.Han Yue followed his gaze and saw a butterfly waving its wings on the treetops.

"The life of a butterfly is short but splendid. It has picked the most beautiful flowers in the world, and is also sad about the short flowering period."

Han Yue listened to his whispers and looked at his face in confusion. What made a 12-year-old boy feel like this?

"Did something happen?"

"You're back! You don't come to help me wash up. You want me to do it myself. What's the use of a girl like you?"

The young master changed his previous sadness and reprimanded with the expression of a slave owner.

"I... my slave was worried all night long. The brush was disobedient. I fought with it all night and was finally defeated. However, I have thought of a way to solve the problem. No, here it is!"

Han Yue showed the charcoal in her hand to the young master with a smug smile on her face.

"Charcoal? What's it for?"

"Hehe... you'll know in two days. First, tell me, what happened just now? Why did the slave look at you with a wrong expression? Did something happen?"

It's a good thing that Han Yue didn't listen to Xiaoyan's words, but now that she has listened, she also knows that the young master also has his own troubles and difficulties, but she can't ignore them no matter what.

"Perhaps, I will have to go to the palace in a few days."

The young master stared at Han Yue. He felt that the girl in front of him was strange. Although she called herself a slave, there was no respect on her face. She seemed to regard him as her friend.

"Why do you want to enter the palace? You don't want to enter the palace?"

Perhaps the leisurely days these days made her forget her surroundings. When Han Yue suddenly heard about the palace, she thought of life and death.Inside that high wall is the power that controls life and death.At this moment, she began to face the reality. She was in the prime minister's palace, and she was in the circle closest to the imperial power.

The so-called "every success brings glory, every loss brings loss", at the feet of the imperial power, life and death are on a thin line!

"The emperor has decreed that the father send a child to the palace to accompany the prince. My brother and the third prince are close friends, so he does not want to serve the prince. I am the only one in the palace who can go."

From the words Prince and Third Prince, Han Yue thought of party struggles, the success or failure of years of preparation, and the risk of losing one's life at any time.

"Whose side is the Prime Minister on?"

Han Yue has seen too many plots like this. Two sons serve two masters, and one of them must be abandoned.Although she asked this question, she knew in her heart that she was afraid that the prime minister was siding with the third prince.

The young master was astonished. How could a little maid understand this and see through the situation at a glance? If he hadn't been reminded by his husband and read so many books, how could he have understood the truth.

"Father is on the third prince's side. The third prince's mother, Concubine Xian, came from our Murong family."

That is to say, the prime minister is the uncle of the third prince.

"Since you don't want to go, or can't go, then find a way to turn it down."

How can the imperial edict be rejected, unless the whole family is gambled.

"Put it down? How difficult it is!"

"What if you suddenly get sick, or suddenly have a serious disease?" Han Yue's black grape-like eyes suddenly darkened, almost absorbing the young master's attention. She was so smart.

"Haha... Xiaoyue is still smart! Why didn't I think of that?"

The young master's eyes sparkled, and he had an idea in his mind. Spring hunting was just around the corner, and he would think of some way to make the emperor give up this idea.

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