Wanli Fenghou Road in the past

"Prince." Min'er whispered in the early morning of the second day.

"How is it? What did little Xu Zi find out?" Zheng Che'an asked.

"Hmm..." Min'er considered her words for a while: "The maidservant and little Xu Zi didn't find any faults... But it is said that the queen likes Mr. Tang very much, and she would call her to drink tea in the palace every now and then. Other than that... ... Mr. Tang seems to have a good relationship with the Tang family."

"Really?" Zheng Chean raised his eyebrows: "He is highly regarded by the queen? Hehe..."

"Prince," the little maid came in and saluted, "Young Master Tang, please see me."

"Let him in." Zheng Che'an waved his hand.

Tang Yu was still dressed in white, but it seemed a little too long, and it was a little inconvenient to salute: "Greetings to the prince."

"Exemption." Zheng Che'an's tone was much better than yesterday. He put down the teacup, stood by the table and began to practice calligraphy. "

Tang Yu quietly stood aside and watched, breathing as lightly as possible. He didn't open his mouth until he saw Zheng Che'an finished practicing a page, "Maybe Caomin hasn't practiced calligraphy for a long time. I wonder if the crown prince can let Caomin practice too?"

Zheng Che'an was taken aback for a moment, and ordered Min'er to take another set of inkstones and watch Tang Yu write carefully.

Tang Wei's hands are very beautiful, with slender fingers and distinct joints. When he lifts the pen, it is a scene, and his movements are smooth and smooth. The handwriting is neat and neat, just like a copybook.Tang Wei deliberately made some movements more obvious, so that Zheng Che'an could see clearly.

Zheng Che'an picked up the pen and wrote a few words according to Tang Wei's movements, and he made a lot of progress.

"Prince, offended."

Zheng Che'an was taken aback for a moment, and then his right hand holding the pen was grabbed. That hand held his hand with a bit of coolness, but he held his hand very forcefully, and wrote a few words slowly.

The two were very close, and Zheng Che'an could feel Tang Yu's cool body against his back, carrying a faint fragrance of ink.

Tang Wei let go, and took a step to the side to join Zheng Che'an: "Look, it will look better this way."

"You..." Zheng Che'an raised his eyebrows, and seeing Tang Yu's handsome profile, he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab his arm, and pressed Tang Yu's shoulder hard with the other hand, and Tang Yu's whole body was pressed down. On the table, the left arm was clasped behind the back, and there were bursts of pain.

"Who told you to touch me casually?" Zheng Che asked condescendingly.

"Prince...I..." Tang Yu felt his eyes spinning, and the pain on his shoulder made his body tremble slightly: "Yes... I'm sorry..."

"Hmph," Zheng Chean let go of Tang Yu, looked at the neat words on the table, and frowned as he recalled the feeling just now: "Don't you even eat? It's so light."

Tang Yu got down from the table, and the pain in his left shoulder shocked him.

"His...His Royal Highness..." Tang Yu bowed with difficulty and said, "Caomin..."

"It's okay," Zheng Che said, "tell me in advance what you want to do next time."

"Understood..." Tang Yu's voice was a little hurried: "Caomin... there are still some things at home... so... I will go back first, and please forgive me..."

Without waiting for Zheng Che'an's answer, Tang Yu quickly walked out of the East Palace, heading home as if fleeing.

"Are you serious?" Zheng Che'an stood in the study and stared blankly at the door, remembering holding Tang Wei's slender arm just now, pressing it on the table and feeling that the person under him was very thin, and it was full of bones to the touch, not at all. Like the son of a famous noble family...

Tang Yu hurriedly returned to the Tang mansion, turned around and flashed into his room. The room was neatly tidied up, but there wasn't a single gorgeous item, which looked a bit shabby.

"Hiss..." Tang Yu rubbed his still sore left shoulder through his clothes - sure enough, the wound opened and bled again.

Tang Yu took off the blood-stained white clothes, the bleeding wound seemed to be integrated with the clothes, and there were heart-piercing pains when he took them off.

There are dozens of welt marks on Tang Yu's back, new and old overlapping, some have only shallow marks left, and some have just scabbed.

Today, where Zheng Chean pressed, there happened to be a scab wound, which was torn here and is now bleeding profusely.

Tang Yu took out a bottle of medicinal powder from the cabinet in front of the bed, carefully sprinkled it on his shoulders, and was relieved when he saw that the blood flow had decreased significantly.

"Master, are you there?" The butler's voice came from outside the house: "Master said he was waiting for you in the front hall."

"Understood." Tang Yu immediately changed his clothes and went out to the front hall.

Tang Yu's father, Tang Zhengjiang, was Tang Shengxue's older brother, and he had no ability. Over the years, relying on Tang Shengxue's care, he had done well in the officialdom, and he had already become the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment.

"Slap!" Seeing Tang Yu coming in, Tang Zhengjiang stepped forward and slapped Tang Yu, Tang Yu didn't dodge, that slap hit Tang Yu's delicate face, instantly imprinted with red palm marks.

"Kneel down!" Tang Zhengjiang said angrily.

Tang Yu's teeth were aching from the beating, but he knelt down neatly, keeping his back straight.

"How did you talk to your cousin yesterday?" Tang Zhengjiang pointed to Tang Que and asked.

Tang Yu raised his head, neither humble nor overbearing: "My boy is just seeking truth from facts."

"Boom!" Tang Zhengjiang picked up the teacup in his hand and threw it in front of Tang Yu, the broken glass and tea splashed on Tang Yu's body, but Tang Yu didn't move, looking at his father silently.

"Do you know why I hit you?"

"I know," Tang Wei changed his tone very respectful: "Father disciplined me strictly for my own good, and I will definitely remember it well."

"Heh..." Tang Zhengjiang seemed to be laughing angrily, picked up the whip on the table and provoked Tang Yu's head: "You know what... what I don't like the most is your appearance. You clearly hate, but you can still put on Look obedient and sensible." After speaking, he walked behind Tang Yu, raised his whip and slapped Tang Yu's back fiercely.

The whip fell on Tang Yu's back, and the freshly scabbed wound was ripped open again, and the snow-white clothes were instantly stained red with blood, but Tang Yu bit his lip tightly and remained silent.

"You... are exactly the same as that useless mother of yours!" Tang Zhengjiang sneered, the strength in his hand didn't seem to ease in the slightest: "You speak! Aren't you a child prodigy? You are articulate, unmatched by anyone?"

Tang Wei raised his head slightly, his exquisite eyes were a little dull, he slowly closed his eyes, and endured the next whipping.

Tang Zhengjiang seemed to have had enough beatings, he threw the bloody whip on the ground, and called the housekeeper to clean his hands: "I don't understand, why did you choose Zheng Che'an, that trash? Divide the use value, the empress has already dealt with you."

Tang Wei's eyes were still loose, and only when he heard the word "Zheng Che'an" did he become a little brighter.

Tang Zhengjiang couldn't get Tang Yu's answer, so he raised his leg and kicked Tang Yu's wounded back, and said to the housekeeper, "Forbid him from eating breakfast these days! If someone dares to help him , just go to see King Hades directly!" After speaking, she turned and left angrily.

"Hmm..." Tang Yu's spine hurt from being kicked, and his straight back was a little unbearable and began to tremble slightly, but bending down would open up more wounds on his back...

"Boom!" Tang Wei lay flat on the ground.

The housekeeper felt sorry for him, after all, he was the young master who grew up under his own eyes, but he didn't dare to disobey the master's order.

"Housekeeper..." Tang Yu's voice was a little trembling: "Go and see the master, he will be angry again in a while..."

"Master..." The old housekeeper's eyes were red: "You... Take care!"

The sound of the butler's footsteps gradually disappeared in Tang Yu's ears. Tang Yu lay motionless on the ground, and the cold ground stimulated his nerves.

I don't know how long it took before Tang Yu stretched out his hand to hold the chair leg in front of him, and slowly straightened up with his strength, losing consciousness due to excessive pain in his back.

It took more than half an hour for Tang Wei to walk back to the room. He was already covered in cold sweat lying on the bed, the sweat mixed with blood, the pain seemed to have penetrated into the bones, and physical tears were rolling in the eye sockets.

"Liu Cui..." Tang Yu raised his voice as much as possible.

A five or six-year-old girl came over, and after seeing Tang Yu's situation, she almost screamed, "Master!"

"Don't make a fuss..." Tang Yu resisted waves of pain: "Cut the clothes off for me..."

The entire back was filled with blood red, and if she forcibly took off her clothes, it would cause more wounds.

Trembling, Liu Cui took out a pair of small scissors, and slowly cut open Tang Yu's clothes. The cloth from the deep wound seemed to be able to squeeze out blood, and Tang Yu's already thin back looked even more shocking.

After taking the medicine, Tang Yu's spirit improved a lot. He lay on the bed and watched Liu Cui busy beside him, and frowned slightly: "What? Are you in a bad mood today? I feel that something is wrong with you."

Wiping her tears, Liu Cui bandaged Tang Yu's wound: "I...I saw the master beat his wife today...but, madam...just stabbed for a while, and didn't go to pick him up..."

"Good boy," Tang Wei stretched out his hand and patted Liu Cui's arm with difficulty: "Master is in a bad mood recently, you have to remind Madam not to make him angry..."

"That's right!" Liu Cui looked at the bleeding gauze, and gently covered Tang Wei with a quilt: "Why did you come back so early today? Didn't you accompany the Crown Prince to the lecture hall?"

"Ah! Prince!" Tang Yu wanted to sit up as if waking up from a dream, but a sharp pain caused him to push back: "You... hurry to the East Palace and tell the prince that I... have not been in good health for the past few days. It's not very comfortable, I will personally apologize to him in a few days..."

"My lord..." Liu Cui glanced at Tang Wei worriedly, "This servant knows..."

Tang Yu touched his cheek which was still hot. Tang Zhengjiang's slap was done with all his strength, and it still hurts. Tomorrow... it should be swollen... Naturally, Zheng Che'an couldn't see this state.

"You said he was sick?" Zheng Chean asked while sitting by the fireplace in the East Palace.

"Yes," Min'er nodded, "just now the maid of the Tang Mansion came to report that Mr. Tang had a cold and it wasn't serious, but the weather is cold these days, and I'm afraid that it won't be a complete recovery, so I stayed at home for a few days .”

wind chill?Zheng Che'an narrowed his eyes: "Choose some medicinal ingredients from the small warehouse...Forget it, don't worry about it."

"Your Highness?" Min'er asked in confusion.

"It's just a cold, it won't kill him." Zheng Chean took a sip of the freshly warmed tea: "Besides, I don't know him very well, after all, he is the son of the Shangshu family, so it shouldn't be short of a few taels of medicine money, right? "

"Yes……"