Chapter Ninety-Five: Three Views

"Xiaoshu, you haven't eaten for a day, do you want the third brother to bring you your favorite scallion pancake and roast duck?"

Gu Shu shook his head weakly, he got up, his face turned pale, "I'll go back to the room to rest first, my father and brothers will rest in the house, Uncle Qiu has already cleaned up the room." ”

Gu Ding patted his youngest son on the shoulder heavily.

He said earnestly, "Shu'er, although you are good friends with the emperor, but since ancient times, kings are different, and the king is like a tiger, before we didn't let you go back to Beijing because we were afraid that you would first enter the world, and we didn't know how to ......interact with people, and we didn't know how to interact with people."

"Daddy knows you're a good boy, do you want to solve it yourself or daddy help you this time?"

Although the Gu family is short-sighted, the three views are very positive, what Gu Shu did this time was indeed excessive, fortunately, the emperor gave them face, and also kept Gu Shu in disguise, but the emperor's anger is indispensable.

Although they pamper Gu Shu, they don't want to be crooked, otherwise they are all gone, who can protect him?

Gu Shu lived up to their expectations and said, "I made my own mistakes, and I took them by myself, which made my father and brothers worried......"

By the time the Gu family left, the moon had already gone to the branches.

Gu Shu looked up at the cold crescent moon in front of the window, no matter how cold the moonlight was, it couldn't compare to the man's gaze sweeping him.

Gu Shu tugged at his sleeves, his eyebrows tightened, and he was uneasy.

Mo Sleeve didn't know what to say next to him, and Qu Ning couldn't make a fart with a stick, so he could only do it in a hurry.

The night wind blew, and there was a crisp and pleasant jingle bell, Gu Shu's eyes fell on the shaking little wind chime, remembering what kind of mood he was in when his imperial brother gave him this thing?

He was disgusted on his face, but he still brought things over.

Looking away again, the furnishings in his palace bedroom remained unchanged from before, the carpet was given by Qin Cang, the tiger skin on the chaise longue was given by him, and the soothing sachet next to the jade pillow was also given by him, and even he was everywhere......

Gu Shu shook his head violently, and in a state of uneasiness, he ran to the desk to prepare to practice Zhang Dazi, but in a trance, all the words Qin Cang were written.

He lost his brush as if he were cheating, and his face wanted to cry without tears.

It's over, this time it really his royal brother!

Just as he was about to get up, his arm moved and something came down from the table.

He paused slightly, and looked down at it, and it was a book.

This......

Gu Shu had a flash of inspiration, picked it up and opened it to see, and sure enough-

This is the book in which he wrote the auction plan and asked Qin Cang's opinion!

"Ink Sleeves!" Gu Shu's voice was a little high because of his excitement, "What about the book I asked you to send before?" Where did you put it?! ”

"The book...... The emperor did not ask his subordinates to bring it back, and his subordinates remembered that the emperor only sent an edict, and the things sent from the palace did not fail. ”

Gu Shu sighed in his heart, and finally found the crux of the problem, "Mo Sleeve, I seem to have confused the two books!" The royal brother has one in his hand, and it must only be the one that invited him to the palace! ”

Ink Sleeves was stunned.

Qu Ning said, "Then, the emperor has misunderstood you......"

"The misunderstanding is gone!"

Gu Shu wailed, he slammed the song into his arms, and hurriedly left a sentence and walked away through the window without coming.

By the time they went to look, the boy's figure had disappeared into the night.

Imperial Palace, Ryuyin Palace.

Everyone was silent, since the Long Live Lord returned to the palace, he lost his temper for a long time, and dropped several vases, so frightened that they couldn't wait to float up when they walked, and they didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of affecting themselves.