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The next day, Chen Jingyu looked at the big fish and meat on the dining table and completely lost the desire to eat. He only chewed two mouthfuls of rice before feeling full and didn't put down his chopsticks again.

Xiaoyu wanted to persuade this gentle Master Chen to eat two more bites several times, but he opened his mouth, but heard Chen Jingyu say, "If you like it, take it and use it."

This is simply a great joy, when the master's meal will get their servant's share, Xiaoyu's eyes sparkle, "Has your lord stopped eating?"

Chen Jingyu felt that the round-faced little court lady in front of him was very lovable, so he couldn't help shaking his head with a smile.

After struggling several times, Xiaoyu couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food. She happily put all the vegetables in a basket, said goodbye and left happily.

Chen Jingyu's gloomy mood seemed to become clearer with this little maid.

He has lived for 22 years, but there are not many truly happy days.

His father was a neutral faction, and he didn't side with any prince. It wasn't until his father introduced him to Li Zhiying that Chen Jingyu understood the undercurrent.

The Chen family is moderate on the surface, but in fact it has long been under Li Zhiying's banner. Li Zhiying just needs an unremarkable person to take care of him, and the little-known Chen family's concubine is one of his choices.

Less than half a month after the banquet, Chen Jingyu met the third prince of the Southern Dynasty again at the Chen family.

Li Zhiying had a pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. When he looked at him carefully, Chen Jingyu felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, and almost ran away.

"Do you feel that this hall is somewhat similar to you?"

Chen Jingyu looked at him suspiciously.

"This hall is also a concubine. The mother and concubine left this hall when they were young. In the palace, this hall has no one to talk to. Be cautious in your words and deeds, and make every step difficult. I am afraid that a negligence will lose your head. This hall first saw you. I feel very cordial, as if I am looking at myself."

Chen Jingyu didn't expect that Li Zhiying would tell him these words with confidence after only two meetings. He was a little at a loss, but every word Li Zhiying said hit his heart.

In the Chen family, he also survived in the cracks. In a sense, he and Li Zhiying do have similarities.

Before he could recover, he heard Li Zhiying say again.

"You are willing to work for this hall. If you agree, you will be a member of this hall in the future. Now that you have this hall, no one will be able to bully you again."

Chen Jingyu stared blankly at Li Zhiying with sea-deep eyes.

"Your father will look at you with admiration, your aunt does not dare to punish you at will, and your younger brother no longer looks down on others. Even your biological mother who has passed away, this hall can also erect a monument for her, so that her soul can return home. rest in peace."

Every line and every sentence stepped on Chen Jingyu's wish. He was only 14 years old at the time, and he didn't know how much he had to pay for these things he dreamed of, but Li Zhiying's promise was too tempting. , can make Chen Jingyu, who has never tasted sweetness, take the bait.

Li Zhiying was not in a hurry to ask him to agree, he got up and stroked his hair like an elder brother, "This hall will give you time to think about it, if you think it through..."

"I am willing."

Li Zhiying was a little surprised that he agreed so easily.

Chen Jingyu raised his head, Qingjun looked at Li Zhiying longingly with a childish face, but also a little uncertain, "Third Highness, can you really, can you erect a monument for my mother?"

Li Zhiying smiled, and when he smiled, it was like a breeze blowing on his face, "This hall never tells lies."

Facts have proved that Li Zhiying really does what he says.

Within three days, the memorial tablet of Chen Jingyu's biological mother was erected in the Chen family ancestral hall, and the descendants of the Chen family will worship it for generations.

With tears in his eyes, Chen Jingyu kowtowed heavily to his birth mother's tablet in the ancestral hall. Since then, he has followed Li Zhiying wholeheartedly.

In the first three years, Chen Jingyu didn't see Li Zhiying much.

He was secretly arranged in an attic, together with the rest of the children selected by Li Zhiying, who learned literature and martial arts, and served as a stepping stone for Li Zhiying's great career.

Chen Jingyu has a calm personality and has a patience that ordinary people don't have. He is most suitable for a meticulous job. The master Li Zhiying invited taught him how to read words, how to master speech skills, and how to convey important information in an unusual way. It also taught him to be loyal to the Lord, and how to commit suicide at the last moment in the fastest, most accurate and ruthless way.

In the attic, there were about a hundred people, including beggars found on the street, children bought with a lot of money, and gifted teenagers, but Chen Jingyu was the only official's son.

In three years, there were hundreds of people, only the 20 most valued people remained, and Chen Jingyu was among them.

It was a long time later that Chen Jingyu found out that the third prince, who smiled handsomely and gracefully, was also smiling when he killed people—the children and teenagers who had not passed the test were all buried in the back mountain of the attic, and Li Zhiying secretly cultivated supporters. They were buried together in the loess.

When Chen Jingyu was 17 years old, Li Zhiying came to pick him up personally.

It was drizzling that day, and in the attic, the smog and rain were as hazy as a Jiangnan picture scroll. Li Zhiying stood among the green bamboos in a dark black dress, and the oil-paper umbrella behind him could not block the drizzle that was blowing with the wind. Chen Jingyu could see The ends of his hair wet by the rain were like new shoots after the rain, planted in Chen Jingyu's heart.

When Li Zhiying laughed, Danfeng's eyes, which seemed a bit evil, softened a lot, and he gently waved to Chen Jingyu.

Through the water mist, Chen Jingyu stood in front of Li Zhiying as if wandering away.

Li Zhiying stroked his wet hair with warm palms like three years ago, and sighed, "You have suffered."

The grievances suffered for three years collapsed with this sentence.

In the next three years, Chen Jingyu will use what he learned in the attic to the extreme—he sneaked into the brothel, caught the prefect's corruption, and let him; Shi Tai made friends and uncovered evidence that he was secretly selling salt...

And these people were all used by Li Zhiying in the end.

He did so much for Li Zhiying, but for a positive look and a touch.

Chen Jingyu received so little since he was a child, so that if he was kind to him, he would give it with all his heart.

Even if you know that Li Zhiying is using him, so what, people are alive, but in order to be useful, instead of living in the Chen Mansion like before, it is better to contribute your life, not to mention, it is very likely that he worked his life for it. He is the future emperor of the Southern Dynasties.

He thought that this life would always be the most proud sword in Li Zhiying's hands, but things are unpredictable...

"Master Chen," Xiaoyu called loudly, "Master Chen!"

Chen Jingyu was blown by the wind outside the window, and the round-faced girl who put her eyes on her side said in a daze, "What's the matter?"

"It's windy outside, and the night is getting dark, you should rest." Xiaoyu kindly reminded, still holding a cloak in her hand.

Chen Jingyu gratefully took the cloak from her hand and put it on his body. Looking at the moonlight again, it turned out that it was already the third watch.

Xiaoyu closed the window tightly, turned around and saw that Chen Jingyu had already walked to the bed, and saw that there was no one around, so she trotted forward, stared at Chen Jingyu, hesitant to speak.

"It's okay to talk about something." Chen Jingyu looked at Xiaoyu's round face.

Xiaoyu plucked up her courage, and took out a white flour steamed bun from her cuff, and hesitated, "I see, sir, I didn't eat much today. I was afraid that I would be so hungry that I couldn't sleep at night, so I specially saved my food for tonight, and dedicated this steamed bun to you." My lord, I hope my lord will not dislike you."

Chen Jingyu was surprised. The concern in the girl's words made him feel warm in the deep palace. He showed the only smile in more than a month, and he thought of making fun of it, "If I eat, you will be so hungry." Can't sleep, what should I do?"

Xiaoyu didn't seem to have thought about this problem, and now she thought about it seriously, and made up her mind to say, "Before entering the palace, my mother always thought that I ate too much, so I ate one less steamed bun to make my mother happy."

Speaking of relatives, Xiaoyu's eyes were red, she was sold into the palace last month, her family was poor, if she was not sold, the whole family would have no food.

Chen Jingyu quickly guessed that this was a child from a poor family, sighed lightly and stretched out his hand, Xiaoyu happily handed the steamed buns to him, he broke the steamed buns in half and said with a smile, "In this way, no one will Will be too hungry to sleep."

Xiaoyu was overjoyed, "Your Excellency is still smart!"

After getting half a steamed bun, Xiaoyu left happily, but Chen Jingyu held half a cold, hard steamed bun in his hand, and couldn't regain his senses for a long time.

But he didn't expect that in this palace, the one who treats him best is actually a young girl of cardamom age.

The author says:

Li Zhiying: You give me so many roles but don't let me fall in love with Chen Jingyu, what do you mean?