Bully

Ming Chuan went to the Luohan Hall to watch the monks have their morning class. Wu Shi and Rong Shang were drinking tea in the courtyard. Bear it."

Rong Shang picked up the teacup: "I was ill a while ago, and I always feel that his complexion is not good."

Wu Shi snorted and said, "An ordinary boy can bear it at the age of thirteen or fourteen."

Rong Shang frowned: "Who is he, how can those ling boys compare with him?"

"The delicate one you raised." Wu Shi said: "When he was thirteen or fourteen, you didn't have that thought, that's all. Now he is eighteen, and when he is older, he needs to know about human affairs, and he is not as easy to fool as he is now. "

Rong Shang lowered his eyes, gently blew the foam on the surface of the tea, and said casually: "I know the child I raised." He looked at Ming Chuan who was talking to the little novice not far away: "After waiting so long A few years, not a few days."

Wu Shi smiled: "You can hold your breath."

Ming Chuan injured his foot, Rong Shang refused to allow him to stay in Putuo Temple, and after he finished his breakfast, the frame of the carriage for returning to the palace would be packed.Ming Chuan didn't want to go back to the palace, Rong Shang said: "Didn't you read everything? What are you still doing here?"

Ming Chuan said: "But what you promised me earlier was two days, and now only one day has passed."

"You hurt your foot, you won't be able to go anywhere if you stay for another day, why don't you go back to the palace, you'll feel more comfortable."

Ming Chuan: "I just want to stay in Putuo Temple, the temple is clean!"

Rong Shang snorted and said: "When I return to the palace, I will drive out all the people in Zichen Palace, leaving you alone, which will be cleaner."

Ming Chuan was angry, he couldn't say that he was tolerant, so he sat in the corner and sulked.Rong Shang felt it was funny in his heart, and coaxed him: "I'll allow you to come again when your feet are healed. This courtyard has a nice view and is quiet, and you can live here for a while if you want to."

The courtyard that Rong Shang mentioned was a small courtyard in the north wing of Putuo Temple.The courtyard is quiet, with sparse flowers and trees. There is a huge ginkgo tree outside the courtyard. One branch reaches into the courtyard, and there are ginkgo leaves all over the corner of the wall.

Ming Chuan gave up, and before leaving, he told Wu Shi not to touch the ginkgo leaves, and next time he came with a pen and paper, he would draw the ginkgo leaves.

After a few days, the sky was clear and clear, and Ming Chuan left the palace as agreed, and told Rong Shang that he was going to Putuo Temple.The carriage walked to Xing'an Street and turned into a small alley.There is also a carriage not far in the alley.Not long after, a person got on and off the carriage. He was dressed in sapphire blue brocade and purple gold crown. He looked young and handsome. It was Sun Wencheng.

He walked to this carriage and said, "Your Majesty?"

Ming Chuan got out of the carriage and helped Sun Wencheng's men get off the carriage.He was wearing a feathered satin cloak, and he could vaguely see that he was wearing a moon-white shirt inside, with auspicious clouds embroidered on the corners, looming.

Sun Wencheng sent away the carriage that brought Mingchuan, and led Mingchuan into another carriage.

"Your Majesty, please."

Ming Chuan bowed and entered the carriage, followed by Sun Wencheng.The carriage was very warm, Ming Chuan took off his cloak, and said, "Since you're all out, don't call me Your Majesty anymore."

Sun Wencheng said: "Then...Your Majesty, why not take a pseudonym, turn around, so that I can introduce you to some other friends."

"Just say my name is Feng Shishi." Ming Chuan asked, "Where are we going?"

Sun Wencheng said courteously: "It's still early, let's go to the theater to listen to the opera first. Lancuixuan is the most prestigious theater in the capital, and Hua Dan, the head of the family, has a good show!"

Ming Chuan nodded without hesitation, he yawned lazily, and his good-looking eyes never seemed to stay on Sun Wencheng.

Not long after Lancuixuan arrived, Sun Wencheng took Ming Chuan into Lancuixuan. The theater garden was not small, very spacious, and magnificently decorated. A stage was set up in the middle, which was a theater stage.The bottom is full of square tables, and everyone is drinking tea and watching a play, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.

Sun Wencheng took Ming Chuan up to the box on the second floor, opened the door and went in. The people inside were all young men with golden crowns and jade belts, drinking and drinking, and it was very lively.

Seeing Sun Wencheng coming in, a young master rushed to pull him: "Hurry up! You are late, and you will be fined three glasses of wine!"

Sun Wencheng pushed: "Don't worry, I'm going to bring a friend of mine."

He stepped aside to reveal Ming Chuan, and said to those people: "This is my distant relative, surnamed Feng, you can just call him Feng Shishi." After finishing speaking, he introduced everyone present to Ming Chuan one by one. .

Ming Chuan nodded, raised his chin slightly, and looked a little arrogant. It took him a long time to realize that he was not the emperor now, so he cupped his hands in greeting.When those young masters saw Ming Chuan, they couldn't help but become quiet.There is no other reason, but the young man in front of him is too exquisite in appearance, with clean and clear eyes, ruddy and small lips, and fair skin like fine porcelain, which makes people unable to take a look at him.

Ming Chuan was quite uncomfortable being looked at by everyone, he frowned, and looked at Sun Wencheng with dissatisfaction in his eyes.Sun Wencheng hurriedly ushered Ming Chuan into the table. While taking Ming Chuan's cloak courteously, he commanded loudly: "Quickly, clear up the table and come to another table."

Those young masters came back to their senses, and one by one they came to Ming Chuan's side, arguing for disrespect.

Someone close to Sun Wencheng asked him: "Who is this? Why haven't I heard that you have such a distant relative?"

Sun Wencheng smiled proudly: "He, he has a big background, you can take care of me!"

The man bumped into him, and scolded with a smile: "What kind of riddles are you playing? I think it's probably a new love you haven't gotten into yet." There is more than one person who has this thought, and there are many who think so about Ming Chuan. of.

"Don't talk nonsense." Sun Wencheng cursed without explaining, and hurried back to Mingchuan.Ming Chuan was surrounded by everyone, his beautiful eyes revealed some impatience.

Seeing Sun Wencheng, his tone was quite blunt: "Didn't you say you want to watch a play? Where is the play?"

Sun Wencheng hurriedly handed over the playbook: "Whatever play you want to hear, young master, just click on it."

Ming Chuan flipped through, most of which were plays he had never heard of.As he flipped through the pages, he asked, "What's the name of the best play here?"

Without waiting for Sun Wencheng to show his courtesy, a young master rushed forward: "The best show in the Cuixuan is nothing more than the crossing of Qianshan."

Ming Chuan asked, "What are you talking about?"

"It's about a man and a woman in the same village. They were childhood sweethearts. The boy went out to study, and the girl stayed in the village. Unexpectedly, the village was attacked by bandits, and all the old and young in the village were massacred. When the boy came home from school, he saw blood all over the ground. I don't know where to go. The young man was determined to take revenge, so he learned martial arts from a teacher. After many years, the young man succeeded in learning and killed all the bandits to avenge the villagers. Later, because of the heavy killing, he was converted by a profound Buddhist master and became a monk. At this time, the girl found him, and the two had been in love for a long time. The girl escaped from death through untold hardships, but the boy has escaped into Buddhism, made false oaths, and the two sides are empty."

Ming Chuan said, "Then let's sing this."

Sun Wencheng drew a circle on the words "Qianshanguo" with a pen, rang the bell, and a buddy came up after a while.Sun Wencheng put down a silver ingot and said, "The next one will sing this."

The man went down with the playbook and money.

Just at this time, the dishes were all served, and the young masters sat down one by one, and the banquet became lively again.

A young master picked up the wine glass and said: "Mr. Feng, I was rude just now. I respect Mr. Feng for this glass."

Ming Chuan didn't know how to drink, so he propped his head on his hands and said, "I'm not in good health, I shouldn't drink alcohol, I hope you will forgive me."

That young master was humiliated by Ming Chuan's slightly unkind words, and his expression was rather ugly.Sun Wen became him to save the siege, raised his glass and said, "Isn't it just drinking, I'll drink with you."

The young master's complexion improved a bit, he put down his wine glass and sneered, "It's just a little bit of flattery, I really think of myself as something!"

Sun Wencheng's complexion was a bit ugly, he scolded: "Shut up!"

Ming Chuan rolled his eyes and said, "Are you talking about me?" He was sitting by the window, with a lazy look in his demeanor.His eyes swept over everyone, but he didn't fall on anyone, as if everyone was no different from a speck of dust, never getting into his eyes.

Sun Wencheng held his wine glass, almost unable to restrain his excitement.That's it, high above, pure white and flawless, wishing someone would pull him down from his high position and grind him hard into the mud, leaving him with filth that couldn't be washed off.

The young master sneered: "It seems that you still have some self-knowledge."

Ming Chuan suddenly felt lost interest, he asked: "What's your name?"

The young master's face was almost black with anger, just now when they arrived, everyone introduced him, but Ming Chuan didn't care.

"My name is Du Hui, and my father, Dali Temple Shaoqing Du Mingyi!" Du Hui looked smug, waiting to see Ming Chuan's frightened expression.

Ming Chuan imitated the national teacher and snorted: "No wonder, with a son like you, Du Mingyi is still a fifth-rank official at this age. It's really embarrassing to hold on to the official position at the age of becoming an official."

Du Hui's face was grim, Ming Chuan stood up after saying that, took his cloak, and was about to go out.Sun Wencheng quickly followed him, and said with apologetic expression: "My lord, Du Hui has always been used to being presumptuous, so don't take it to heart, my lord."

"Why don't I take it to heart?" Ming Chuan said: "He dares to disrespect me, I will definitely punish him."

Sun Wencheng didn't take it seriously, he just thought it was a child's temper, and said: "He doesn't know the identity of the young master."

"What does that have to do with me?"

Sun Wencheng choked, and smiled embarrassingly. He always thought that Ming Chuan was good-natured, so he didn't care about these things.But in fact, Ming Chuan is not a good-natured man, he was also spoiled by Rong Shang, and he has a good temper.Sun Wencheng thinks that the good sex is just that Ming Chuan is too lazy to care about it.

"Where is your son going now?" Sun Wencheng changed the subject.

Ming Chuan said: "Watching a play, I haven't finished the play I ordered yet."

Ming Chuan recruited his assistant and grabbed two handfuls of golden melon seeds from his purse: "I want a private room."

The clerk took it with both hands, and he was so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear: "Guest officer, this way please, this way please!"

Ming Chuan followed him.Sun Wencheng was a little reconciled, and followed behind. When the guy came out, he called the guy and took out a silver ingot: "Take out the golden melon seeds that the young master gave you just now."

The guy was a little unhappy, so Sun Wencheng had no choice but to add another silver ingot, with a gloomy face: "Hurry up."

The guy didn't dare to offend him, so he had to change it.Sun Wencheng rearranged his clothes and walked in.Seeing him, Ming Chuan was surprised: "Why didn't you leave?"

Sun Wencheng choked for a moment, and said with a smile: "Young Master, I brought it out. Naturally, I want you to enjoy the day comfortably." He returned the golden melon seeds to Ming Chuan: "How can I bother you to spend money?"

Ming Chuan glanced at him in surprise, just as the buddy brought refreshments, Ming Chuan stopped him, raised his chin to signal the golden melon seeds: "Send it to the opera singers."

The man smiled and said, "Thank you, Young Master, for the reward."

The author says:

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