Sheng Shian

The young master cupped his hands, and his voice was a little hoarse when he changed his voice: "Liu Mi, the son of the servant of the household department, studied under Song Zhongcheng."

Shen Ziqing held up his hand and said pleasantly, "It's a student of Feng'an..."

"Young Fu." The little Hou Ye stared at the place where he was holding Liu Mi's arm.

Before Shen Ziqing finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the voice. He paused, feeling a little guilty, and then said calmly, "Master Hou is here too."

"Young Master, do you want to give the Liufu Academy a lesson in preaching?" The young master asked with hatred in his eyes.

Shen Ziqing looked at him with displeasure, the young master was holding a whip in his hand, the folds of his robe had not been straightened out, and there were fine beads of sweat on his head, he was embarrassed and arrogant, in stark contrast to the thoughtful and polite Liu Mi.

Shen Ziqing remembered Song Fengan's words, she couldn't help but pressed down her robe for him in mourning, and said, "A gentleman is crowned after death, you behave like a marquis."

Young Master patted his hand away, and said loudly: "I don't have it! Does he have it! Shen Ziqing, do you want to accept him as a student!"

It's embarrassing.

Shen Ziqing half-closed her eyes, and the eyes of the crowd had already been attracted.

He whispered: "Master Hou, there are many people here, if you have anything to say, why don't you go back and talk about it."

The young master immediately shouted: "What are you talking about, you are not allowed to accept anyone!"

Besides the prince, who else is worthy to be your disciple!

It's just that he didn't say anything out of fear of causing trouble to Shen Ziqing.

Liu Mi bowed and said considerately: "Since Young Master and Lord Hou have something to talk about, I'll take my leave first and visit again next time."

Shen Ziqing apologized in return.

Seeing the two of them, you begged one, and I begged the other, the young master became even more angry, and grabbed Liu Mi and refused to let him go: "You idiot, you just want to run away after picking things up, it's not that easy!"

"Let go!" Shen Ziqing's face darkened: "Liu Changze, did I teach you to behave like this?!"

"I'm not your student!" Young Master blurted out, only after he finished speaking did he realize what he had said, he looked at him anxiously, but refused to defend himself, he thought in his heart that he was right.

"You!" Shen Ziqing opened his eyes wide, took a deep breath, stepped forward and broke away from Liu Mi's hand, and said coldly, "That's not it."

He dragged Liu Mi away, unwilling to entangle with the young master, Song Feng'an was right, he should let him go if he can't teach well.

Three years of painstaking efforts have been fed to dogs.

The young master looked at Shen Ziqing's indifferent back, with a cold tone, trembling with fear, and asked, "No, what do you mean..."

Shen Ziqing didn't turn her head back, and didn't want to have another word with him.

The world of the little duke collapsed into gray in an instant, and he seemed to be pulled back to the day of the Hundred Days Banquet, the bustling banquet, the empty courtyard, and the person who carried him out at this time was holding someone else's hand...

He was so jealous, why would others get what he wanted without any effort.

His fingernails were scratched on the horsewhip, and they split open at some point, and the blood was red.

He is like an abandoned and weathered stone tablet, without a mouth, without hands, unable to keep him, and can only watch Shen Ziqing get further and further away...

But at this time, Liu Mi turned her head and gave him a contemptuous look.

Shen Ziqing couldn't see it.

He rushed forward crazily, pulled away the hands held by the two, clamped the bloody hand on Liu Mi's wrist, and said viciously: "It's all you!"

Shen Ziqing panicked when she saw the blood on his hand, how painful it must have been, she hurriedly pulled it away: "Let go! Let go!"

The little dude hurts so much, the hand hurts even more, Shen Ziqing can't see him.

Shen Ziqing's nervous appearance completely angered him, he pushed Liu Mi into the icy lotus pond recklessly.

"Boom."

Shen Ziqing looked at him in disbelief.

He smiled viciously.

"Slap!" Shen Ziqing slapped him loudly.

Then, he jumped down.

"Ziqing!" The young master tried desperately to save him, but was stopped by the crowd: "Let me go! Let me go! Save him!..."

Ziqing is not in good health, how can she stand such cold water...

What did he do.

He injured many people, but no matter how hard he struggled, no one dared to let Lord Hou get half a step closer to the lotus pond.

The guards in the palace arrived very quickly and rescued the two of them within a short while. Liu Mi vomited water and was sent to the imperial hospital, while Shen Ziqing was laid flat on the ground with cold water dripping all over her body, and her face was not a bit pale. The color, the unseen rise and fall of the chest.

The young master did not dare to touch him, tremblingly watching the imperial doctor squeeze his ribs desperately, after a while, the old imperial doctor pursed his lips and shook his head.

Little Hou Ye collapsed on the ground.

He almost crawled close to Shen Ziqing, and stretched out his trembling hands towards Shen Ziqing's nose. He clenched his hands into fists, desperate to the extreme, anger, fear, and sadness all disappeared.

With a dull expression and weeping, he pressed against Shen Ziqing's chest, as if he wanted to listen to his heartbeat, and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you."

He finally understands why...why he has been refusing to call Shen Ziqing the young master...

"Cough..." His chest vibrated violently.

The young master was still numb, with great sadness and joy, it came so suddenly, he was a little disappointed when Shen Ziqing opened his eyes.

The imperial doctor rushed up: "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

Shen Ziqing spat out a mouthful of water, and the young master hurriedly patted him on the back: "It's all right, Young Master, it's all right..."

Shen Ziqing unconsciously pushed his hand away, and said angrily, "I'm not your young master."

Shen Ziqing fainted.

Little Hou Ye's eyes were red, he held his hand, and said weakly: "You are, and you will always be."

I'm sorry, teacher, I'm sorry.

I hurt you, and I won't do it again.

I was wrong.

I shouldn't be delusional.

The young master wept bitterly, curled up under Shen Ziqing's bed, buried his head between his knees, trembling uncontrollably.

I was wrong.

Liu Changze woke up from his dream.

He dare not sleep.

It doesn't matter whether he dreams about the Tai Tuo or not, for him, it's all torture.

Desperately looking for ointment, he took off the clothes on his body, revealing the mottled scars on his back, some of which were just right, still pink flesh.

That kind of acknowledgment made him feel pain like ten thousand ants devoured his heart.

Taifu is a teacher.

It is a person who can only be admired from a distance, but not admired.

Even in death.

Also a teacher.

Liu Changze drove his horse to Taifu's mansion, and pushed open the door of the facing room. When he didn't dare to sleep, or when he was crazy, he would come and kneel down, and the night passed.

If you dare to have evil thoughts, then...

When you are in pain, think less about things.

The cool herbal fragrance came out from Liu Changze's back, which was exactly the same as the one in Shen Shi's room, exactly the same as it was many years ago.

Shen Shi accidentally pressed the wick into the lamp oil, and there was no light in the room.

The strong medicinal fragrance stands out in the darkness.

Shen Shi lay down on the bed.

Still unavoidable, I remembered the matter of pleading guilty.

Because, the first person to plead guilty to him was Liu Changze.

13-year-old Liu Changze.

"He's gone?" Shen Ziqing asked.

A Liang said: "Not yet, he has been kneeling in the wall-facing room for three days, and we dare not stop him. Today's New Year's Eve, the master should go and have a look..."

Shen Ziqing took out a folder from his cuff: "You send it, and he will go."

A Liang took it with his head bowed, but saw three flamboyant words on it.

Dictionary please.

A Liang said in astonishment: "Young Fu, this is..."

"It's half a stick of incense time, if he doesn't leave, I will leave Beijing."

Shen Ziqing shook off the snow that covered the cloud pattern on her boots, turned around and entered the room, the wind that closed the door lifted the red ribbon hanging from the eaves high.

The young master left.

In the alcove, only a torn memorial and a few dried water marks remained.

When the young master came to the door, he turned his head and glanced at the door.

Window grilles and Dou Fang are posted all over the house, full of joy.

And that door has never been opened.

"Young Fu, dinner is ready." A Liang called softly.

no respond.

Ah Liang walked in, rolled up his sleeves a little, and patted Shen Ziqing offensively.He had been looking at the window, and had been in a daze all day: "Young Fu, dinner is ready."

Shen Ziqing looked over stiffly: "Oh... let's go then."

"Yes." A Liang cleaned up for him, didn't say much, and couldn't say much.

Simple home-cooked food was placed on the table, Shen Ziqing took two bites and said, "Ah Liang, sit down too."

"Young Fu, I dare not."

"Let you sit down." Shen Ziqing was low and firm.

A Liang has served him for many years, and knowing his temper, he sat down.

Ah Liang recalled that many years ago, the dinner table was noisy, people in Shen's residence were more easy-going, and there were many brothers and sisters-in-law, but later, most of them followed Shen Ge to become an official and returned to the village, and those who stayed gradually went away.

It didn't get any better until three years ago, the young master often sneaked out from the family banquet, and insisted on rubbing against the young master to say that he was not full, seeing them all turned off his appetite, so he became more popular again.

Ah Liang picks up vegetables, but I don't know where the young master is going.

Someone rushed in, Shen Ziqing frowned, Ah Liang shouted: "Nothing, no knocking on the door, no rules at all!"

The servant couldn't catch his breath, and said incoherently: "Master Hou, Lord Hou, kneeling at the door, taking off all your clothes..."

A Liang stood up and was about to go out immediately.

Shen Ziqing slapped the wood on the table with a "snap" sound: "Sit down and eat."

"Profile..." Ah Liang said anxiously.

Shen Ziqing glanced at him.

Aaron sat down.

On New Year's Eve, every family had a happy reunion, but this son of a thousand gold knelt down at his door with a bundle of canes hanging on his back.The goose feather snow fell slowly, and his lips were purple with ice particles, as if frost had formed.

The servants hurriedly covered him with quilts, picked up the stove, knelt down with him, and begged him to go back quickly. The ginger soup was heated one after another.

The young master's voice was colder than the wind and snow: "Anyone who gets close to me will be cut off!"

Listening to the servant's report, Shen Ziqing broke all the chopsticks in his hand, and said calmly, "Change another pair."

"Young Fu..."

Shen Ziqing closed her eyes.

Until the new wood is sent up.

As soon as he took it, he fell unsteadily to the ground.

He immediately stood up and hurried out the door like a shooting star.

The young master couldn't open his eyes anymore. If it wasn't too cold, his body was so stiff, he probably fell to the ground already.

Shen Ziqing pushed open the door.