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Yuan Zanbi nodded to Qiao Yu, then turned and left without hesitation.

Although the distance between the two is not far or close, Qiao Yu probably couldn't see Yuan Zanbi's expression clearly at the moment, only Xiaoxue was very puzzled-just now, the lord seemed to have a thousand words to say, but for some reason, he didn't say a word. Say it.

Qiao Yu threw the twig into the fire, sat in front of the bonfire with his face in his hands, and said to Yuan Zanbi's back, "Master Yuan."

Yuan Zanbi paused and looked back at him.

Qiao Yu's eyelashes are thick and long, and they can cast small shadows on the eye sockets under the firelight. He said to Yuan Zanbi in a very casual attitude of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy: "It's okay, let's go."

Qiao Yu teased people like this, Yuan Zanbi should have been familiar with it long ago, but Xiaoxue saw that Yuan Zanbi's complexion became paler, and he said, "Okay."

Xiaoxue worried: "My lord?"

Yuan Zanbi cupped his hands towards Qiao Yu, turned around and left.

Xiaoxue hurriedly followed.

Qiao Yu rubbed Abi's long-haired hand.

What did the emperor say to Yuan Zanbi?

Xiaoxue has never seen Yuan Zanbi walk so quickly, her pace is still steady, but much faster than usual, as if there are some scourges following behind.

After arriving in the tent and seeing Yuan Zanbi sitting down, Xiaoxue breathed a sigh of relief, and said worriedly: "Do you want this subordinate to find a doctor for your lord?"

Yuan Zanbi glanced at him suspiciously.

Xiaoxue didn't understand the meaning of Yuan Zanbi's eyes, so she repeated: "Do you want your subordinates to call the doctor?"

Yuan Zan stared at him for a moment, then suddenly said: "I seem to be sick?"

Xiaoxue couldn't see much human color from Yuan Zanbi's face, so she stopped him from asking this question. She was worried and speechless for a moment, so she said, "My lord has a very bad complexion."

Yuan Zanbi's eyes fell on the lamp Xiaoxue was holding.

Xiaoxue was puzzled, and shook the glazed lamp in her hand that had not been extinguished.

The glazed light was circulating, shining on Yuan Zanbi's face like sparks falling on ice and snow, it was still pale, without adding any blood.

Yuan Zan wrote: "Say,"

Xiaoxue listened attentively.

"Did Qiao Yu see it?"

Xiaoxue said in amazement: "What do you see..." He suddenly reflected, never thought that Yuan Zanbi would ask him such a question, and was surprised that Yuan Zanbi asked him a question. With today's mood, "My lord is far away from my sister, and the sky is so dark, how can I tell?" When he followed his lord, he didn't forget to look back, and as expected, he saw Qiao Yu looking at Yuanzan pen thoughtfully. back.

If Yuan Zanbi's reaction wasn't too close, everyone would think it was very normal, but Qiao Yu knew him very well and was as careful as a hair, so how could he not see that he was different from the past?

Yuan Zanbi heard his relief, pressed the very swollen eyebrows, and smiled helplessly.

Yuan Zanbi said: "Let's find a doctor and tell me that I have caught a cold and I have a terrible headache."

Xiaoxue said: "Yes."

"If someone asks about my illness, there is no need to hide it, just tell the truth." Yuan Zhanbi stood up, picked up the unfinished book on the case, "I have been unwell for the past few days, and I don't want to see anyone."

Xiaoxue noticed the subtlety in Yuan Zan's tone, and said, "Where's sister?"

Yuan Zanbi couldn't find the number of pages he had read before, and felt a little irritated involuntarily. He replied, "No."

Xiaoxue concealed her puzzlement and said, "This subordinate understands."

Yuan Zanbi also seemed to be aware of his gaffe, took a breath, and said: "If there are books left, accept them. There is nothing here, you can go out first."

Xiaoxue bowed her head and said, "This subordinate will leave."

Although he was raised by Yuan Zanbi's side since he was a child, Yuan Zanbi's thoughts are too heavy to tell anyone. He can see that Yuanzhanbi is happy and angry, but he doesn't understand why.

After he walked out, he couldn't help but look back—his adult was sitting under the lamp reading a book, his brows were slightly frowned, and he didn't know if it was because of the content in the book or something in his heart.

His long hair was tied up meticulously, his face was clear and elegant, and he was the most upright son of a master.

Yuan Zan's pen is not as good as Qiao Yu's, and his eyebrows and eyes are shining brightly, but it is much easier to do things with this face than Qiao Yu's, because many people will preconceive that this is a young master who is always provocative and ignorant of world affairs , the side is the breeze and the moon, and there is no scheming.

Just his thoughts, how many people can know?

Yuan Zan Biku sat under the lamp.

Because of his mother, Yuan Congjing didn't like him, but after all, he was his own son, and the Yuan family could naturally afford to raise a child, so he didn't pay much attention to Yuan's life, living like Yuan Congjing's study There is no difference between a strange flower and a weed in the garden, or in other words, he is not as good as those dead things.

Everyone in the Yuan family knew that Yuan Congjing didn't take him seriously, and he was very taciturn, and he didn't say anything when he was bullied. None of his peers around him thought highly of his background, companionship was rare, and teasing was common, so he became even more silent.

If it wasn't for Yuan Zanying...

Yuan Zan's hand holding the book trembled slightly, and then calmly and calmly, he turned to the next page.

If it weren't for Yuan Zanying, he would probably still be alive, and with Yuan Congjing's great kindness, he could find an official who would not humiliate his family. Gong Bian, or even Qiao Xiang, who is now in power, has nothing to do with him.

He should be able to marry a wife and have children, and he should be under the window at the moment, with nothing to do, picking up a volume of poetry to pass the time.

However, when Yuan Zanying came back from Lantai, he saw a thin child who was punished to kneel in the courtyard. When asked why he was punished to kneel, he replied that he broke the jade bowl in the second wife's room.

This is extremely unreasonable and extremely unruly.

The residence of a boy as old as Yuan Zanbi has long been separated from that of his female relatives, and the inner house is not allowed to enter for no reason. How did an unloved child like him escape the guard's eyes and ears and enter the second lady's room.

Yuan Zanying frowned.

Although Yuan Zanbi is so old and hasn't studied yet, he is often said to be dumb, but he is very good at observing words and expressions. He doesn't know who the young man in brocade clothes is in front of him, let alone why he is frowning, but he instinctively gets up while seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages , and changed to a more partial place to kneel.

He thought he was blocking Yuan Zanying's way.

Yuan Zanying strode in.

Yuan Congjing is taking a rest today and is watering the flowers in the study.

Yuan Zanying stood at the door, waiting for the notification from the doorman before entering the study, saying: "Father."

Yuan Congjing carefully arranged the flowers by the window, without turning his head, he said, "How are you doing in Lantai?"

Yuan Zanying said: "Mr. is well-educated, and his colleagues are easy-going. Everything is fine for Zanying in Lantai. Father, please rest assured."

Yuan Cong nodded slightly and said, "You and I are always at ease."

Yuan Zanying seemed a little curious and asked: "Who is that little boy kneeling outside? I see that the clothes are simple. Could it be some young master's companion?" His tone was casual, with a little smile, "Even if you make a mistake You shouldn’t be kneeling there, you should be taken back to your yard and punished.”

Yuan Jing looked back.

Yuan Zanying naturally saw his father's downcast face, and asked with confusion and panic, "What's wrong with father?"

Yuan Congjing said coldly: "It seems that Zanying has no benefit in Lantai, but it is different from before."

Yuan Zanying stood there and asked him to scold him, but did not refute, saying: "Zanying doesn't understand what father means."

Yuan Congjing said: "You said earlier that the boy's clothes are simple. Could it be that some young master is accompanying you? You have not used a tutor since you were enlightened, and you have been taught by me. I don't know when I taught Master Yuan to judge people by clothes. , and now you are in Lantai again, I don't know whether you should blame me or your well-educated Mr. Yuan for his habits."

"Zanying is rarely disciplined outside, and has learned some frivolous mistakes," Yuan Zanying said: "Thank you father for reminding me, I will definitely not do it again in the future." After he finished speaking respectfully, he said softly, " Is it really not a companion? That’s right, last year I saw that the companions of several young masters were dressed more decently than this boy.”

Yuan Congjing was even angrier when he heard what he said, and said, "That's your brother!"

Yuan Zanying was puzzled, "Which younger brother? Why haven't I met him before." He tried his best to speak tactfully, "He is a pure child."

It's fine if he doesn't speak, but what he said in a soft voice is like adding fuel to the fire.

Although Yuan Congjing was angry, it was the eldest son who judged people by their appearance, not the fact that he didn't pay much attention to Yuan Zan's brush. It's natural that I haven't seen it."

Yuan Zanying said worriedly: "If you are not in good health, you shouldn't be kneeling."

Yuan Congjing waved his hand and said: "This matter has nothing to do with you, don't be distracted by trivial matters."

Yuan Zanying nodded in agreement, and said, "A few days ago, Zanying met His Majesty at Lantai."

Yuan Congjing frowned, "Oh?"

Yuan Zanying rubbed his nose, and said, as if a little embarrassed: "Your Majesty seems to appreciate me... so he asked me to leave Lantai temporarily."

Yuan Congjing continued to water the flowers, but he was surprised, and said, "Your Majesty wants you to study history?"

Officials who have been transferred from Lantai by the emperor are generally for tempering their minds, to see how good their character is, and to avoid disturbances in the court.

"No," Yuan Zhenying said; "Your Majesty did not promise Zhenying an official position, but only asked him to be a guest minister by his side."

Yuan Congjing turned around, "Keqing?"

Yuan Zanying said, "Your Honor."

Those who have always been ministers, most of them have profound qualifications, have been ups and downs in the court for decades, and have been officials large and small.

Ke Qing is different. Ke Qing is not an official position and has no real power.

However, if the emperor prefers someone who has neither seniority nor past experience, he will not be awarded a high-ranking official at the beginning, but will be given the post of guest minister, who will accompany the emperor every day.

How could Yuan Congjing not understand what the emperor meant, but after all, he was used to seeing big winds and waves, riches and splendor, so he was not overjoyed because of the aspect, but said: "In other words, you will not be able to stay at home in the future." In the words There is a bit of subtle warmth.

Yuan Zanying knelt down and said, "Zanying lost her morality and failed to be filial in front of her father. Please take care of your health."

Yuan Congjing was in a good mood.

Even though he didn't take the aspect so seriously, but this person is his son, he felt relieved, and personally helped Yuan Zanying up and said: "Okay, get up."

Yuan Zanying said: "Zanying has another merciless request."

Yuan Congjing said: "You say."

Yuan Zanying said: "After Zanying moves to the official residence, the number of times he will go home must be less, and it is inevitable that he will miss his relatives." Rimanman has someone to accompany him, and Zanying can also teach him to read and write, so even if he is not some amazing and talented person in the future, he will not humiliate his family."

How could Yuan Congjing fail to see what his son was thinking, and said, "It's up to you."

Yuan Zanying immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, father."

"There is only one thing, since you want to teach him, you must not give up halfway," Yuan Congjing said: "This is a person, not something you bought at home on a whim."

How could his younger brother be treated like an item bought on a whim?

Yuan Zanying thought.

But still said: "Zanying understands."

Yuan Congjing said: "You probably really want to have a few more words with that younger brother of yours." He didn't mean to ask, "Go out."

Yuan Zanying said: "Yes." But he didn't leave immediately, "I just don't know what this child's name is?"

Yuan Congjing frowned.

As his mother, it is unknown whether he can have the surname Yuan.

The concubine married and became a widow and returned home. Two years after returning home, she gave birth to a child. The child threw herself into the lake within a month of birth.

Yuan Congjing kept him in the inner house all the time, and the children born in the outer room blocked everyone's mouth.

"He was in poor health when he was born, and the doctor said that this child's fate is not precious," Yuan Congjing said, "I haven't given a name. He is a second son, and everyone around him is called Er Gongzi, Er Gongzi."

Yuan Zanying said: "Zanying can't also call this younger brother the second son?"

Yuan Congjing seemed to mention it casually, and said: "Since you are raising him, then give him a name. After more than ten years, this name will also be taken by you."

Yuan Zanying was taken aback, and said, "I'll take it?"

Yuan Congjing rarely made a joke with him, "Elder brother is like a father, you are his elder, what can you do?" He turned around, "Go out if you have nothing to do. My flowers are delicate and I can't bear too much popular."

Yuan Zanying knew that Yuan Congjing thought he was annoying, so she said, "Yes, Zanying is retiring."

He walked a long way back to the front hall, and as expected, he saw Yuan Zanbi was still kneeling there, so he walked over and said to the kneeling child, "Can you still get up?"

The child's dark eyes reflected a gentle smile, Yuan Zanbi almost jumped up in fright, but his legs hurt so badly that he couldn't move, he whispered: "Get up," he stood up, but knelt The legs that had been there for too long didn't work, and he staggered before he could stand up. Yuan Zhanying quickly supported him, and grabbed the bone with his tentacles, "My lord," the child was trembling, "I'll change the place right away." Kneel."

He had already heard about Yuan Zanying's identity when he was kneeling earlier, how dare he disobey this eldest son's mind.

Yuan Zanying sighed inwardly, but there was no pity on his face, he just picked him up with one hand and hugged him in his arms, the child knelt down and didn't care that the hem of his white clothes was stained with ashes.

Yuan Zanbi was frightened, but he didn't dare to struggle, even breathing lightly.

Yuan Zanying said: "You are the second, and others call you Mr. Yuan Er, right?"

Yuan Zanbi nodded and shook his head.

He is Xing Er, but no one has ever called him Yuan Er.

They all said that he was just a bastard, not worthy of Yuan's surname, let alone the Second Young Master.

Yuan Zanying's voice was gentle and gentle, "How old are you this year?"

Yuan Zanbi said: "Five years old."

He was a little hoarse, timid, and frightened.

"Oh, you're five years old." Yuan Zanying said, "It's fine to call him Second Master Yuan, or Young Master Yuan, but you're five years old, so you should have a famous name."

The young and beautiful young man smiled at him, like the moon, but not as cold as the moon, but warm. He said: "The emperor's close ministers often put pens in the crowns for writing. Shangyunting', in the future, you will be called Zanbi, okay?"

The author has something to say:

The hairpin pen and Yuezhong were both found in the ancient poems and essays in Chinese test preparation materials when I was in high school.

Ashamed to say, I haven't finished writing this brain hole in my third year of high school.

But soon, thank you for your support.