Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

February was the beginning of spring, and the peach trees on the street were quietly blossoming. Gu Qingzhi and Feng Zhanye sat in a teahouse on the street, leaning over the railing and gazing into the distance, sipping tea leisurely.

Such leisurely moments are rare. If Feng Zhanye hadn't been working for Zuo Fuhong, perhaps he would be in a better mood.

The young man looked at the several impeachment letters on the table, all of which mentioned an obvious name - Gao Han.

According to Zuo Fuhong, Gao Han, the Marquis of Yongning, was once demoted to be a prefect in the Jiangnan area. He has now returned to Beijing to take up his post, but it seems that he is involved in a lawsuit and it is not appropriate for him to be reinstated.

Feng Zhanye certainly knew that this was just an excuse for Zuo Fuhong to suppress other court officials, and asking him to come forward to get the impeachment letter was just to confuse the public, so he had no choice but to do as he was told.

"Aye, we should go back."

Gu Qingzhi saw soldiers from the Prime Minister's Mansion coming in this direction at the corner of the street, and thought that they were probably here to monitor Feng Zhanye, so she casually reminded him.

The young man nodded, stood up, took the hat and was about to put it on his head when he suddenly heard footsteps coming towards the private room where he was.

A young man in green suddenly rushed in, closed the door in a panic, and was visibly stunned when he saw two people in the room.

"Huh? Why is there someone in this room?" The man didn't seem to understand the situation, so he took the initiative, looked at the two of them and asked.

Feng Zhanye didn't like the scrutinizing look in his eyes, so he frowned slightly and reminded him, "This is our private room."

The man looked around suspiciously, and then seemed to realize something. He scratched his head apologetically and said, "Oh! Sorry, sorry, I went to the wrong place."

Gu Qingzhi and Feng Zhanye thought that now that he knew about it, he would definitely leave. However, after waiting for a long time, the man did not show any intention of leaving.

"That..." Gu Qingzhi was about to remind him when she saw him quickly making a gesture to keep quiet.

He seemed to be avoiding someone, peeking out through the crack of the door, and as he looked out, he clasped his hands together as if begging at the two of them and said, "Let me stay here for a while, just a little while, please."

The door was blocked tightly by him, and Feng Zhanye and Gu Qingzhi couldn't leave for a while, so they simply sat down again.

This man seemed to be only a few years older than Feng Zhanye. He had a dignified appearance, and the clothes he wore were all made of fine materials. He also had a jade pendant on his waist, and he looked like a young master from some wealthy family.

This teahouse is a place that only officials in Kyoto can afford. Those who can come in are either rich or noble. I don't know what happened to him.

The man looked for a long time but didn't see the person chasing him, so he breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and sat down opposite Feng Zhanye.

Although he was dressed elegantly, he seemed to have no knowledge of Kyoto etiquette. He didn't feel that he was disturbing anyone and instead acted quite familiar.

Feng Zhanye was not interested in this inexplicable intruder. He just sat there quietly, drinking tea with his head down. A gust of spring breeze swept across his cheek with his hair, revealing the mole on the bridge of his nose.

The man took a closer look at him, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He pointed at him and stammered, "You...you are the third...the third prince?"

I knew it would be like this.

Feng Zhan Ye raised his eyes in disgust, stared at him and replied coldly, "Yeah."

However, the expected scene of the man being scared away did not happen. He stared at Feng Zhanye steadily, as if confirming something.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed at himself and exclaimed in surprise: "It's really you! Don't you remember me?"

What kind of development was this? Gu Qingzhi was a little confused. She had planned to take Feng Zhanye away, but this person turned out to be someone he knew?

Feng Zhanye obviously hadn't expected this situation either. He looked at him and asked, "Do we know each other?"

The man seemed a little embarrassed, scratched his nose and said awkwardly: "Your Highness is really a noble man who forgets things easily... My name is Gao Ye, my father is the Marquis of Yongning, my aunt is Consort De, and I entered the palace to be your companion when I was a child."

The boy didn't react, but Gu Qingzhi recognized a very important name.

This "Virtuous Concubine", if I remember correctly, was the one who helped Feng Zhan Ye get rid of the evil spirit and make a comeback when he was eighteen years old in his previous life.

At this time, Feng Zhanye was still trying hard to find the word "study companion" in his memory. After thinking for a while, he finally remembered something related.

When I was young, I had a very short period of study experience. I did have a study companion at that time, which lasted for about three or five days. After that, Master Kaihui died due to evil spirits, and the matter eventually came to nothing.

But he had not had time to remember the name of his study partner, and it was difficult to match it up now.

As if Gao Ye knew that he would not be able to remember, he continued, "At that time, my aunt was on good terms with Concubine Hui, and she let me enter the palace because I had a strong luck. But Master Kaihui died a few days later, and my aunt was afraid that something would happen to me, so she did not let me enter the palace."

Seeing that his expression was sincere and he didn't seem to be lying, and knowing that Master Kaihui had died, Feng Zhanye reluctantly confirmed that he was indeed his childhood study partner.

But what he had picked up today were his father's multiple impeachment letters, and he had no intention of reminiscing about the past.

"Azhi, let's go."

Gu Qingzhi nodded. Feng Zhanye was just about to put on his hat. He didn't know what happened today, but there were several dense footsteps outside the door, mixed with the voices of several people.

"Where did that kid go?"

"I saw him come upstairs with my own eyes. I don't know which private room he is hiding in."

"Okay! Let's search them one by one. I want to see where that kid runs today!"

Gu Qingzhi and Feng Zhanye looked at each other and realized that these people were probably talking about Gao Ye, but they didn't know why these people wanted to arrest him.

There was a knock on the door. Hearing the sound, Gao Ye was so scared that he quickly hid under the table, and said to the two of them: "Help me, please!"

This son of the Marquis is really humble. In just one stick of incense, he has already asked twice.

Looking at a tall man hiding under the table so stealthily, his limbs unable to bend or stretch under the tablecloth, but begging for mercy desperately, Gu Qingzhi felt that there must be something behind this matter.

Besides, Gao Ye is the nephew of Feng Zhanye's backer, so there should be no harm in helping him.

"Aye, since you know him, why not help him this time?" Gu Qingzhi suggested.

Feng Zhanye didn't want to agree, but when he heard her say that, he curled his lips and raised his head helplessly.

"Come in."

He spoke as if nothing had happened and watched someone open the door. The teahouse owner, who was standing at the door with a smirk on his face, bowed slightly and bowed to him respectfully.

"I'm really sorry to disturb your highness, Prince Duan, but there is a thief in the teahouse, and I'm afraid he might hurt you, so I'd better ask if your highness has seen him."

The owner of this teahouse had some connections with the Prime Minister's Mansion, so the shopkeeper was also very respectful when speaking to Feng Zhanye.

But he was probably also trying to avoid evil spirits, so he just stood there with his head down, not daring to look around.

The young man looked at the person who came, then looked at Gao Ye who was hiding under the table, and shook his head slightly.

"I didn't see the thief you mentioned. You can look for him somewhere else."

The few people did not doubt Feng Zhanye's words, and nodded and said, "Yes, Your Highness Prince Duan, please tell me if you have anything to say. I will withdraw first."

The shopkeeper closed the door of the private room, and several people went to knock on the next door.

Hearing the footsteps fade away, Gao Ye poked his head out from under the table and met the scrutinizing gazes of the two men.

"Okay, now it's your turn to tell me what you stole."