"What, how could it be me?" Everyone knew that Xue Wangjing was joking, but Youshu, who was from six hundred years ago, took it seriously, pointing at himself while taking two steps back, looking nervous and vigilant.

Fortunately, the others didn't see his gaffe and laughed, "Isn't that you?" Your father and mother have given you a good name, and it is exactly the same as the sweetheart of Emperor Zongsheng. How? You don't know anything about these rumors? It's too lonely and unheard! ”

Only then did Youshu realize that no one in the world would know that he came from 600 years ago except for himself. In other words, the sweetheart of the Holy Emperor Zongsheng named Youshu in their mouths is actually very likely to be themselves.

Suddenly, Xue Wangjing's words confirmed his guess.

"I heard that this young man named Youshu was raised by Emperor Nazong Shengdi himself, not only with his peerless appearance, but also with his talent in the world. When he was fifteen or sixteen years old, Emperor Zongsheng had a deep affection for him and loved him like crazy, but he hesitated several times because of the gap in status and status. When he finally ascended to the throne of God, for some reason, his sweetheart did not say goodbye and never returned. Xue Wangjing thought that Youshu was the same as the rumors, he was a gentleman who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, and he didn't know that these wild histories were normal, so he explained it briefly.

Someone next to him sighed, "Regarding the reason for the boy's departure, in fact, there are many rumors in the market, all of which say that it is the first confidant of Emperor Zongsheng, Zhao Chuan (Ah Da), who was the commander of the forbidden army at the time, was jealous of the young man's favor, which made Ji force him away." Therefore, it was Zhao Chuan who saved the life of Emperor Zongsheng on the battlefield several times, and he was not reused by Emperor Zongsheng in his life, and finally died a very desolate death. Emperor Zongsheng deserves to be the lord of eternity, and even the men are fascinated and jealous of him. ”

"But he fell in love with the man, but he was no longer to be found." Someone sighed, "He has created such an immortal cause, but he has also lived a life of hard work and loneliness, I heard that he has a long name for his death, his eyes look at the direction of the city gate, and he can't close it no matter what, even a few princes have repeatedly wiped it, and they will still open it in the next second, and in the end they can't, so they can only be buried." ”

Everyone knows a lot about this wild history, and they can't stop it as soon as the conversation box opens, and they have explained it to Youshu, who has seen rudiment.

"Do you know why there was no curfew at that time, why the city gates were not closed? Because Emperor Zongsheng wanted Youshu to enter the city as soon as possible whenever he came back. That's what the saying goes, 'My gates are always open for you,' right? Overlord, overlord, really domineering. ”

Also, at that time, the city gate of every city in the Ming Dynasty was posted with a portrait of Youshu, but anyone who saw someone who looked similar to Youshu would be reported to Shangfeng as soon as possible, and Shangfeng would report to the imperial court. A huge dynasty, spanning nine major states, and encompassing the territory of the Seven Kingdoms, it only takes three days and nights to transmit the news to the ears of the Holy Emperor. This is unthinkable now. ”

"Yes, I heard that at that time, in order to deliver the news, there was a rush to kill eight thousands of horses in one day."

"Emperor Zongsheng's seventeenth imperial expedition was not to swallow other countries, but to receive news about his sweetheart and wanted to go out to find it in person. In a great war, Xiban used someone who looked like Youshu to lure him into a killing game, but he almost succeeded. It can be seen that in order to have a concubine, he can even give up his life. ”

"The infatuated characters in the world are the first overlords. If you want me to say, the biggest reason why he wiped out the Seven Kingdoms and conquered Kyushu was to facilitate the search for Youshu. You must know that if Shu runs away to other countries, no matter how powerful his means are, he will not be able to touch them. ”

This point of view has been recognized by many people, and everyone sighs while drinking tea. It is said that heroes are ruthless, but this is wrong, Emperor Zongsheng not only lives up to the love of the country, nor does he live up to the expectations of the people, and he is also infatuated with his sweetheart and has no regrets, and he is sad about the world. However, he was still a little unlucky after all, and he didn't wait for his loved one until he died, and he didn't know where the young man named Youshu had gone and what had happened to him.

Youshu was dumbfounded when she heard this, and it took a long time to come back to her senses, and she said in a disorderly manner: It turns out that it wasn't the master who drove me away, but Ah Da made his own opinion? It turns out that the master was not afraid of me and alienated me, but waited for me all his life? It turns out that the master is still calling my name when he is dying, because he is so unwilling that he can't even close his eyes?

What did I misunderstand? What did you miss?

Youshu was like being struck by lightning, her heart was weeping blood, she broke free from the arms of the Nine Emperors' iron pincers, and hurriedly walked to the window to check the floor tiles repeatedly, imagining that the master was standing here, waiting for his return. He must have been very anxious in his heart, so he couldn't calm down when he walked around, so he smoothed out such a hard rock one by one.

Thinking like this, Youshu also tried to walk back and forth on the floor tiles, and at some point burst into tears. How he wished that he could turn back the clock so that he could go back to Shangjing six hundred years ago, enter through the city gates, and wave to his master. If he saw himself, he would definitely pull the corners of his lips and smile, how handsome and gentle should he be?

Youshu couldn't imagine any more, clenched her fists, against her chest, and couldn't breathe for a long time. The scariest thing in the world is not the unknown, nor death, but the never-ending waiting. He has always felt the same as his master, so at this moment, he is about to be suffocated by the pain of desperate waiting.

The Nine Emperors didn't like to hear about the deeds of the Holy Emperor Zong, but when he saw that the young man was quite interested, he didn't stop him. Now, the young man suddenly shed strings of tears, and his cheeks were red, his chest was heaving, and his back was rickety, as if he would faint at any time, and he was suddenly anxious, and hurriedly walked over and took him into his arms and patted him.

"What's wrong with you? Is there something uncomfortable? Hurry up and sit down and drink saliva. ”

He tried to help the boy to the table, but the boy grabbed him by the arm and muttered, "I'm sorry, I don't know, I don't know......"

The Nine Emperor Princes became more and more worried, and said in a low voice, "You are not sorry for me, sit down and rest for a while!" Your face is ugly. ”

Youshu looked up at him, her expression was blank, but more tears welled up in her eyes. He regretted that he should not have asked, and walked away without asking; He regretted that he had not given his master a little more trust. He regretted too many things, but six hundred years have been wasted, that is, the reincarnation of the master, all regrets have become a thing of the past, and there is no room for recovery.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel sad, and threw himself into the arms of his master and cried, and the whimpering cry made people can't help but have sour eyes when they hear it. The Nine Emperors' eyes were crimson, and his heart was cramping, but because he had never comforted anyone, he didn't know how to deal with it, and he didn't know why the young man cried so sadly.

Xue Wangjing said embarrassedly, "Zhao Xiaogongzi is really soft-hearted, and he was moved to cry after listening to the story of the overlord." ”

Someone disagreed, "How can you be like a?" Cry and cry when you're old! ”

"Shut up! Can't speak, get out of here! The Nine Emperor Princes were already in an irritable mood, and when they heard this, they were furious and angry, if they hadn't hugged the young man tightly, they would have really kicked that person off the Wangchuan Tower, making him forget the river.

The man was startled and quickly shrank his head and hid in a corner. Others will also have a better understanding of the young man's position in the heart of His Royal Highness the Nine. If a man cries inexplicably like a young man, His Royal Highness Nine will definitely order his entourage to block his mouth and beat him, or cut off the thing below and make him a real girl. This has happened more than once.

However, now, His Royal Highness the Ninth not only felt bored, but also felt empathy, patting the young man with red eyes, and comforting incoherently, "What are you crying about, but a wild history, you don't know if it's true or not, you will fall into it." Are you stupid or not? You are so spiritual, you are not stupid no matter how you look at it, don't cry, otherwise, or ......" or I will cry too.

"It's true." Youshu cries and hiccups. He was so sad that he hated to kill himself as long as he thought that he had broken his master's heart.

"What if it's true? It's none of your business. Besides, I don't think the Holy Emperor is pitiful. The emperor who can destroy the seven kingdoms one by one, but he can't even protect his sweetheart, and the ending of a lonely life is self-inflicted. If it were me, I wouldn't let my sweetheart leave me. I will keep him firmly on a leash, put an end to conspiracy and calculation for him, and hold the most beautiful and precious things in the world in front of him one by one to please him. The Nine Emperors' tone revealed undisguised mockery, and there were many unknown yearnings.

Everyone else said that he was the reincarnation of the Holy Emperor, but he looked down on this ancestor very much. I can't even look down on my most beloved person, what kind of emperor should I be? What a rubbish!

Youshu didn't expect that the current master was disdainful of his former self, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised. He looked up, and although there were still tears in his eyes, he forgot to cry for a while.

Taking advantage of this moment, the Nine Emperor Princes hurriedly wiped away his tears and ordered, "Good, don't cry." The wild history is all hearsay, and the true and false have already passed, so why bother thinking about it again and again. ”

Youshu listened to the master's words the most, and because of the guilt in her heart, she didn't dare to bore him, so she quickly put away her tears, but her grief had not yet calmed down, and she couldn't help but burp one after another. The Nine Emperor Princes picked up the teacup and blew it a little cold, and carefully fed him a few sips, his eyes full of pity.

Xue Wangjing and the others saw that the situation was finally under control, so they ordered their entourage to urge the vegetables. The shopkeeper quickly came in with a tray and placed the steaming meal on the table. Youshu likes to eat when she is in a bad mood, and immediately picks up the bowl and pulls the rice grains, burping while eating.

The Nine Emperors secretly felt funny, holding a teacup in his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand, feeding the boy water while picking up vegetables for him, and he didn't have time to eat a mouthful.

The feeling of suffocation passed, and Shu Shu noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly helped the master serve the rice and vegetables, and served him very carefully and thoughtfully. He had missed 600 years and didn't want to miss the reunion he was now.

The Nine Emperors have always been taken for granted by people from childhood to adulthood, but now he is very satisfied, as long as it is a dish that the young man picks, he eats all the dishes, and his appetite is great.

As the saying goes, even if it is the same soul, it is still a different individual after being reincarnated. They have their own families, their own upbringings and memories. Youshu referred to the master's previous habit of cloth vegetables, but he didn't know that the Nine Emperor Princes no longer liked to eat these things.

Xue Wangjing wanted to remind a few words, but seeing that one of them was diligent and the other was eating happily, he didn't dare to talk too much.

Zhao Yusong seemed to have a leisurely demeanor, but in fact, he had already clenched his hands into fists and was resentful. What does it mean to 'tie him firmly, put an end to a single plot for him, and hold the most beautiful and precious things in the world before him one by one to please him'? When he said this, His Royal Highness Jiu's eyes were staring at Youshu from beginning to end, and his expression was solemn as if he was swearing an oath, as if Youshu was his sweetheart, and for Youshu, he could pay a qiē.

What does this so-called "one qiē" consist of? Power, status, favor? Uncle is a villain who is a fly camp and a dog, and his son is favored, won't he become more and more unscrupulous? At that time, how should the two-room family deal with themselves? Zhao Yusong gritted his teeth and said: The Zhao clan must not produce a shameless pet, a courtier who does not learn and has no skills, and shows off his posture. When I got back, I told my grandfather about it and let him decide.

Although he thought righteously, the jealousy in his heart was far more than the worry about the prestige of the clan.

At the same time, Youshu and the Nine Emperor Princes had already eaten two bowls of rice and were about to add a third bowl. Xue Wangjing saw that the food was dissipating quickly, so he glanced at the eunuch standing by the door and asked him to order a few more. It is rare that His Royal Highness the Ninth is in such a good mood and has a great appetite, and he will definitely have fun today.

As soon as the door opened, there was a noise outside, and it turned out that the people from all over the world were holding a cultural meeting downstairs. In January, there will be the triennial examination, and after the examination, there will be the palace examination, if they can get the test, they will immediately be among the top class, and they will naturally look forward to it and want to show their talents.

Wenhui can not only make oneself famous, but also test the depth of the opponent, if you meet one or two nobles by chance, or can be promoted and reused, therefore, in recent times, all over the Beijing restaurant tea house is very lively. Among them, Wangchuan Tower is the most favored by the lifters, and it is a place where His Royal Highness the Ninth likes to stay. I heard from the princes of Shangjing that if you come to Wangchuan Tower for dinner, you will meet His Highness at least nine times out of ten.

Today, I don't know if these movers are lucky or bad, but the beauties are on the side, and they don't have the heart to pay attention to the Wenhui at all.

Zhao Yusong saw that His Royal Highness the Ninth was indifferent to the high-minded talk outside, and he was disappointed, so he said in his heart, should he get up and invite His Highness to show his literary talents? But at this moment, his little servant entered with a bamboo tube and whispered a few words in his ear. He was overjoyed, and waited for His Royal Highness the Ninth to eat and drink to his heart's content, waiting for a moment when Youshu wiped his mouth and cleaned his hands, and arched his hand, "Your Highness, my father found a calligraphy and painting of an unknown layman a while ago, do you give me a palm?" ”

"Oh, your father can get the calligraphy and painting of the nameless layman, what a good luck! His Royal Highness loves to collect his works, so hurry up and put them out for everyone to appreciate and appreciate. Xue Wangjing raised his eyebrows and smiled. Everyone agreed.

Youshu then remembered the task assigned by her father, and when she heard that this person's calligraphy and painting were the favorite of the Nine Emperor Princes, she hurriedly turned her head to look at Zhao Yusong, and asked ignorantly, "Who is the nameless layman?" ”

He has always been like this, if he doesn't understand, he asks, he doesn't speak, and when he gets the answer from others, he silently remembers it in his heart to expand his knowledge reserves, and he never pretends not to understand, let alone pretend not to understand.

Everyone was stunned at first, then laughed, and didn't dare to show it in front of the Nine Emperor Princes, and their faces turned red.

Zhao Yusong felt a burst of happiness in his heart, and said teasingly, "The unknown layman was the most famous calligrapher and painter in the Ming Dynasty. He did not like to paint landscapes or flowers, but only copied portraits in his life, often wandering around the streets with a wooden plank, carving out everyone he met. People at the time ridiculed him for being stupid, vulgar, and out of fashion, but he persevered. From the age of sixteen to the age of fifty, seeing that he was about to die, Emperor Zongsheng suddenly issued an imperial list and recruited painters who were good at drawing characters. It turned out that he wanted to depict the face of his sweetheart on paper and treasure it, but every time he started to write, he couldn't control himself because of his feelings, and he felt that no matter how he painted, he couldn't reach one-ten-thousandth of the person in his heart, and he was afraid that he would be forgotten over time, so he ......"

"What are you talking about, let's get to the point!" Seeing that Youshu's eyes were red again, and a few tears were hanging on her eyelashes, the Nine Emperor Princes immediately scolded him, his expression was very impatient.

Zhao Yusong's face turned pale, and he said hurriedly, "This is the announcement to the world, looking for a painter." The nameless layman was summoned to the palace, and only by virtue of the dictation of the Holy Emperor Zong, the person's smile was vividly depicted, which made the Holy Emperor Zongsheng feel happy, and personally canonized him as the first painter in the world. All the paintings of his life were collected by Emperor Zongsheng, and they were burned in the war, and they were extremely rare in the market. As he spoke, he opened the bamboo tube and spread out a yellowed scroll on the tabletop that had already been wiped clean and padded with felt.

The Nine Emperor Princes lowered their eyes and saw that it was indeed a portrait, but it was not the person he expected. No one knew that the reason why he collected the albums of unknown laymen was not out of affection, nor was it a vassal elegance. He just wanted to see what the young man named Youshu looked like. Although a picture scroll has been preserved in the royal family, it has long since faded from the ink, leaving only an outline.

When he was young, he often stared at the silhouette in a daze, and then wept inexplicably, until he grew up and improved slightly. However, his obsession with complete portraits never disappeared, and whenever there was a suspicion that the work of an unknown monk was found, he would send someone to search for it. He thought that one day he might be able to get a portrait of Youshu by chance to solve the doubts in his heart.

But now, he suddenly lost interest, and no longer wanted to find out what that legendary beauty looked like. He already has his own Youshu, he is very good, the only one in the world.

The Nine Emperors planned to take a few hasty glances and return it, but when he saw Youshu rushing to his side, staring at the scroll with burning eyes, as if he was very interested, he changed his mind again, pointed to a few details and began to explain, and finally shook his head and said, "The brushstrokes are not mellow enough, the paper has traces of aging, and the last stroke of the payment has not been collected, so it can be seen that this is a fake." ”

Zhao Yusong was disappointed, thinking of the five thousand taels of silver that his father spent in vain, his heart hurt even more.

Youshu has a strong learning ability, listened carefully for a while, and memorized all kinds of identification methods in his mind, ready to go back to ask his father and mother for money to buy one. He would be happy if he could find an authentic piece for his master, right? As for his father's desire to transfer to Yangzhou, he had already been thrown out of the clouds.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and it turned out that a group of lifters heard that His Royal Highness the Ninth was eating here, and they came uninvited. They bent down and were respectful, and repeatedly asked to discuss with His Highness, and said that His Highness's calligraphy was unique in the world, unmatched, and they wanted to see it.

The Nine Emperor Princes wanted to drive them away, but when they saw Youshu staring at him with reverent and burning eyes, his vanity skyrocketed instantly.

"Well, let them in." He waved his hands and sleeves, his posture was chic, and he didn't talk too much with a few people, and spread out a piece of rice paper and pen to walk around the dragon. The lifters were overjoyed, and hurriedly gathered around to watch, and everyone downstairs heard the news and came one after another, applauding continuously.

The Nine Emperor Princes at the time of dancing and writing seem to coincide with the master six hundred years ago, but there are also differences. At that time, he had no one to care about, even if he was amazing, he had to hide everywhere. Now he can sway to his heart's content, indulge freely, laugh when he should laugh, anger when he should be angry, even if he is sharp, even if it is uncertain, he can be praised and admired by everyone.

What's even more different is that now there is no place for him to stand by his side. Look at Xue Wangjing, who helped the master grind ink, and look at Zhao Yusong, who helped the master press paper, he had already been squeezed to the periphery of the crowd, and Youshu, who could only stand on tiptoe and stretch his neck, finally realized an extremely sad thing - no matter how guilty he was, no matter how much he wanted to make up for it, the master who had lived again no longer needed his guilt, let alone his ream. The only thing he could do for him was to walk away quietly and watch silently.

Thinking of this, he rubbed his red eyes and quietly left.

The Nine Emperor Princes felt that someone was staring at him with fanatical gaze, and he stood so close that he even breathed on the side of his face. He always thought it was Youshu, so he wrote more devotedly, and when he was writing in a wild cursive, he heard the people around him frequently make amazing gasps.

He took the wet handkerchief handed by the eunuch, wiped his hands slowly, and looked at "Youshu" standing beside him with his lips hooked, wanting to get a few warm words of praise from him, but he couldn't help but see a completely unfamiliar face.

"You're not Youshu!" He was stunned, and then searched the crowd repeatedly, shouting in a panic, "Youshu, Youshu, where are you?" Youshu! ”

He pushed away the crowd like crazy, but he could no longer find his beloved boy, first his face was pale and crumbling, and then he walked quickly back to the private room, tearing the best word of his life to shreds.

"When did Youshu leave? I can't even look at myself, what does this king want you to do? Get lost! Get out of here for this king! "His face was hideous, his face was pale, and he hated to draw his saber from his waist and chop these unsightly people into pulp.

Tables, chairs, pens, ink, paper, inkstones and other objects were all smashed by him, making a huge sound of ping-pong, which shocked everyone to retreat and flee one after another. Xue Wangjing and the others didn't dare to leave, so they had to stay outside the door and look at each other, and made a gesture to cut off the neck at the head of the guard.

Knowing that this master has taken a fancy to Zhao Xiaogongzi, he still doesn't keep an eye on people, why doesn't he have any eyesight?

The guards were also very wronged, there were so many people at that time, they were worried that assassins would be mixed up among them, so they were extremely vigilant, and where did they have time to pay attention to the Zhao family's son? This group of people is also big-hearted, and in order to show their faces, they actually squeezed His Highness away for no reason, and no one can think of it in the palace test this time.

The Nine Emperor Sons went crazy for a while before they could come back to their senses, and hurriedly rushed out to look for people all over the street, but they couldn't find it and ran to Zhao's mansion, but they learned that Youshu had not yet turned around, so they went back to the original way to find it, and finally passed by their sweetheart, and the next key party was tied back to the East Palace by the guards sent by Emperor Zhong Kang.