How can I bow my head and serve the powerful officials?

The reason why Moon-Watching Tower is called Moon-Watching Tower is because this teahouse has a moon-watching platform which is excellent for enjoying the moon. After nightfall, you can see the bright moon hanging high in the sky when you look up. Drinking tea facing the moon at this time has a unique charm.

This was Xie Chengze's first time here, so naturally he wanted to admire the moon and show off his charm. He carried a mahogany lunch box and walked to the top floor, which had been booked by him. No one would disturb him, so he could sit on the observation deck and admire the moon quietly.

"Wuhen, Wuji." He called out, and two figures suddenly landed on the outer platform. Wuji walked over first and took the food box from his hand, "Your Highness, what can I do for you?"

Wuhen pulled out the wooden chair on the tea table outside and began to make tea smoothly and skillfully.

"Come and try it, it's delicious. I left it specially for you two." Xie Chengze sat down impatiently and motioned Wuji to open the food box.

Wu Ji happily opened the lid of the box, picked up one and tasted it, his eyes immediately lit up, "It's really delicious."

After saying that, he picked up another one and handed it to Wuhen, "You try it too."

Wuhen raised his head and seemed to glance at him, then continued to make tea.

"He doesn't like sweet food?" Xie Chengze asked puzzledly.

Wu Ji chuckled, "No, he wants His Highness to feed him personally."

The teacup in Wuhen's hand shook and almost fell on the tea table. Fortunately, he caught it in time with his quick hands. The eyes under the black cloth glared at Wuji fiercely.

No trace: ㄟ(▔，▔)ㄏ

Xie Chengze chuckled, then actually reached out and picked up a cake and handed it to Wuhen's mouth.

Wuhen lowered his eyes, and a few white and slender fingers were faintly visible through the black veil in his sight. The moonlight sprinkled on them, giving off a soft luster, which was even more delicious than the exquisitely shaped desserts and made people salivate.

This reminded him of the first time he met His Highness when he was a child.

At that time, he and Wu Ji were not yet called Wu Hen Wu Ji. They were servants sold to Xianggu Pavilion by distant relatives. They were often beaten for disobeying discipline. At night, they could only huddle in the corner of the firewood room of Xianggu Pavilion to keep each other warm. Their bodies, covered with tattered linen clothes, were often covered with bruises and wood ash.

They were abused for two years, seduced and persuaded by the elephant girls in the aquarium, and forced to learn how to entertain guests. It was not until a new batch of maids arrived and the guards were busy training these new recruits that he and Wu Ji took the opportunity to escape.

It was snowing heavily, and the white fluff on the ground formed some deep and some shallow snow holes, which could not hide their escape tracks. He and Wuji did not dare to stop at all, and ran aimlessly on the street. Behind them were the thugs from Xiang Guguan chasing them, waving the sticks in their hands like knives, as if they would fall on them again in the next second.

His feet were becoming colder and more numb, as if he had lost consciousness. The hot air coming out of his mouth gradually disappeared, and the little hand in his hand became cold and hot, hot and cold. Finally, at a certain moment, the little hand suddenly slipped away from his palm, unable to hold on any longer and fell into the snow. The two ankles that had been beaten before were already swollen and blue, making it impossible for Wu Ji to get up even if he wanted to.

The thugs chased after him and hit Wu Ji's legs hard, shouting at him with a vicious face to keep running. Wu Ji shouted at him to run quickly, but he didn't know where to run to, nor did he know if he could survive if he ran away alone.

He looked around blankly. There were people walking on the street, but no one was willing to help them. They just looked at him coldly or helplessly, and then left in a hurry, fearing that they would get into trouble.

He wanted to grab even a life-saving straw, but no straw was willing to stay for him for a moment.

It was not until Wu Ji yelled at him to get out that he came to his senses. He rushed into a restaurant and, in the chaos where people and horses were thrown to the ground, he broke into an elegant room in a panic.

In the elegant room, there sat a gorgeous woman in rich clothes and a delicate and pretty child. The child was obviously well-fed, with fair and fleshy cheeks showing a healthy blush, and a pair of watery eyes that showed a pure and naive understanding of the world. Even though the room was broken into by a ragged "evil child", there was no panic or disgust in his eyes, and he had no idea that danger was about to come.

As for the woman, there was only surprise on her face.

Looks like a good person.

But at that time, he was used to seeing the evil of people in Xianggu Pavilion, and he couldn't afford to bet on people switching from good to evil in an instant. He only understood that evil might not be good, but it could definitely make people live better.

He did not hesitate. Eager to stay alive, he jumped directly to the side of the child, held the child in front of him, snatched the chopsticks from his hand, and pressed them hard in front of his eyes.

"Save me, or I'll poke his eyes out!"

He said this, looking at the elegantly dressed woman with bloodshot eyes.

"I will save you, just let him go first!" The woman obviously thought he was easy to deceive, and even thought he would put down the chips in his hand. He put the tip of the chopsticks closer to the pair of eyes that knew nothing about the world, "They still have my brother in their hands, save him first!"

There was a commotion and the woman in gorgeous clothes yelled at someone to deal with the matter. The temperature in the private room gradually warmed up his frozen hands and feet, and they began to feel hot and itchy.

The pain all over his body was magnified dozens of times in the warm private room. He could no longer sense the passage of time. His itchy left hand kept rubbing the child's shoulder until the sound of a struggling cry was heard downstairs. His tense nerves finally relaxed suddenly.

However, just at this moment of relaxation, the blankness and swelling of the brain came like a tide. The hungry and cold body could no longer withstand such torture. The right hand that was clenching the chopsticks began to tremble, and it could hardly look the child in the eye.

On the other side, there were eyes staring at him eagerly, waiting for his weakness without blinking.

If he fell, both he and Wu Ji would be finished.

The more panicked he became, the more his hands shook, and the more his hands shook, the more panicked he became.

Suddenly, a warm, white little hand rested on his dirty, swollen and cracked hand, and a tender and soft voice sounded, completely breaking down his last bit of defense.

He said, "Little brother, aim it."

"Wuhen, aim right."

Xie Chengze's gentle and soft voice rang in his ears, and the little hand that appeared repeatedly in his memory and supported all his years of hard study appeared in front of him. She gently placed the pastry in front of his lips, and her innocent eyes were still filled with a familiar smile.

Under the black veil, her traceless eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with deep attachment. He moved closer to the pastry, and gently held the young man's fingertips with his thin lips, but then separated them after a brief taste. He only bit off half of the pastry, pursed his lips and stepped back, continuing to lower his head to brew the white leaf tea in his hand.

Xie Chengze looked at him, then at the remaining half piece of cake in his hand.

Why did you only eat half of it?

It seems that he really doesn't like sweet food?

Wu Ji sighed softly, his eyes a little sour, "What a waste."

Yes, it’s a waste to throw it away.

Xie Chengze didn't despise it. He just threw half of the cake into his mouth and started to eat other cakes in the food box.

Without noticing, Wuhen's ears turned red as she was making tea.

As the night deepened, the pale moonlight enveloped the ground, covering the ground of the Moon Viewing Platform with a thin layer of silver frost. Xie Chengze held a cup of hot white leaf tea in his hand, which diluted the sweetness left by the pastries in his mouth, leaving only a faint aroma of warm tea.

He looked up to admire the bright moon hidden behind thin clouds, until a touch of coldness touched his eyelids and suddenly wet his eyelashes.

A few thin flakes of snow floated down, and gradually, more and more snowflakes descended from the sky, wrapped in the night sky like silver gravel pouring down from the night sky.

The first snow in Beijing has arrived.

The bright moon in the night sky is still hanging high. The first snow and the moon are such a rare spectacle, but no one knows that a cold wave and wind are about to move north, and when the winter thunder brings snow, the ground will be covered with snow on the graves.