Chapter 57 - 3#
Originally, Rong Jiu wanted to teach Jingzhe himself, but Jingzhe remembered the wound on Rong Jiu’s body and refused him, slowly fumbling on his own.
Wuti had a very good temper. After Jingzhe fed it a lot of food, it carried Jingzhe around the horse farm without complaint.
This place was really vast, not inferior to the Shangyu Garden. In the huge field, there was only one person and one horse running—Rong Jiu was ordered by Jingzhe not to get on the horse secretly.
Around Wuti and Jingzhe, there were several attendants and riding masters following along, for fear that the horse would suddenly go crazy.
This happens often.
No matter how good a horse is, it is still an animal and may suddenly go crazy.
Jingzhe rode Wuti and went further and further away. After staying away from Rong Jiu, he let out a long breath.
Being around Rong Jiu, Jingzhe would be a little nervous.
This nervousness probably started last night.
He didn’t want Rong Jiu to know.
Today’s crying, in addition to suddenly returning to his former residence and being emotional for a while, was also venting the impulse of yesterday’s suffering.
All the things yesterday were a bit too exciting for Jingzhe.
Whether it was the quarrel in the afternoon or the bloody scene last night, Rong Jiu exposed his cruel side in front of him, and even didn’t hesitate to use his own flesh and blood to verify it.
That kind of fierceness and ruthlessness would startle even the boldest person.
Jingzhe couldn’t ignore the bloodiness under that cruelty.
Clop, clop. Clop, clop.
Wuti walked briskly, occasionally changing direction according to Jingzhe’s will.
Jingzhe lowered his head and touched Wuti’s mane, somewhat lost in thought.
If Rong Jiu was a terrifying monster through and through, then inevitably, he would also be afraid. But this person, under extreme violence, had a very strange gentleness.
He paranoidly believed that Jingzhe had almost no ability to protect himself, as if treating him as a tender young beast, fearing that he might die at any time in a dangerous environment. Wasn’t this a strange desire for protection?
Rong Jiu was worried about him, as if he would fall down with every step. Jingzhe always felt that Rong Jiu seemed to have some wrong views about him.
If he was really so weak, how did he survive in the palace back then? The imperial palace was indeed full of dangers, but it wasn’t as terrible as it seemed.
Jingzhe didn’t know what Rong Jiu was thinking, as if… he really treated him as some fragile treasure. Thinking of what that person said last night, Jingzhe even stopped breathing for a moment.
Never had such a heavy feeling, which was bearing the weight of another life.
At first, it sounded like just a simple love word.
But it carried a heaviness that was almost unbearable.
One person struggling to live for another person, in stories and dramas, sounds like such a beautiful emotion. It seems that everything solidifies with it, whether it is time or long years, the weight of all language is not as heavy as that heavy attachment.
It is unimaginably precious.
Jingzhe never felt how good he was to make another person have such fearless desire.
People’s hearts are changeable, and love and hatred can easily be switched. Even if they love each other to death at this moment, they may suddenly lose all love in the next moment and become indifferent enemies.
Without any story description, this is something that can happen to anyone at any time.
But Jingzhe actually heard a completely different kind of eternity from Rong Jiu’s words.
…It would only make people panic.
Is this feeling really simple liking?
Jingzhe keenly felt the fragmentation in it, but more easily knew that the burning flame was actually burning everywhere.
It was actually somewhat painful.
…
Clop, clop, clop, clop—
The fierce sound of horse hooves sounded on the street, and pedestrians avoided everywhere, for fear of being hit by these young men and women galloping on horses.
The horses neighed, and the leader suddenly reined in the horse, and the others also stopped with him.
“Shao Kang, what are you doing?”
A girl in red rode forward from behind and said angrily.
The leading young man smiled and said: “Mother likes the cakes from this shop, I want to buy some back.”
The girl in red scolded angrily: “Are you okay? We just went out, and you want to buy this stuff. By the time we bump back all the way, it will have fallen apart.”
However, the young man called Shao Kang ignored her, got off the horse, and walked to the front of the restaurant in a few steps.
The waiter was very familiar with this young man. He always came here to buy cakes recently, so how could he not have an impression?
He stepped forward a few steps and said with a smile: “Young master comes today, what else do you want to buy?”
Chen Shaokang took out some broken silver from his bosom and threw it to the waiter, “Still send it according to the previous amount. After it is done, send it to the Duke of Dingguo’s Mansion.”
The waiter took the money and bowed and scraped.
Chen Shaokang’s eyes wandered around inside the restaurant, as if he didn’t find the person he was looking for, and didn’t stay long, waving his hand and turning around to go out.
The waiter collected the money, reported the account to the shopkeeper, and hurriedly went to the back kitchen.
The cakes made by Mrs. Liu gradually became one of the signatures of this restaurant.
Some people are always born with unique talents in some things. For example, Mrs. Liu never thought before that someone would really like the things she made for fun.
With this craft, Mrs. Liu’s wages have risen again and again, because the owner is afraid that she will run away. Now, Mrs. Liu can support Liang’er and herself, although it is a bit tiring.
“Lady Liu, the order from the Duke of Dingguo’s Mansion, still make it according to the previous amount.”
The waiter lay on the window and shouted with a grin.
Mrs. Liu responded and cut half a piece of extra soft cake for him to cushion his stomach. The waiter was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old half-grown child, easily hungry. Mrs. Liu had extra cakes, so she gave them all to him to eat.
The waiter thanked Mrs. Liu, swallowed the soft cake in two or three bites, and then remembered something, suppressing his voice and said: “Lady Liu, you have to be careful.”
Mrs. Liu was slightly stunned and turned to look at him: “Worried about what?”
Waiter: “That young master from the Duke of Dingguo’s family, I always feel that he seems to have taken a fancy to Sister Liang’er.”
Mrs. Liu laughed: “How is that possible? How could such a person take a fancy to my Liang’er.”
In Mrs. Liu’s heart, Cen Liang was the best. No young master from the Duke of Dingguo’s Mansion or young master from the Duke of Zhenguo’s family could compare to her Liang’er.
But it can’t be said like that.
Besides, mismatch in social status is a disaster.
Mrs. Liu didn’t take this matter to heart at all, and turned around to work again.
And the young master in their words was galloping with other young men and women all the way from the capital to the Luyuan.
Luyuan is nominally a royal horse farm.
In fact, it is also a garden.
Chen Shaokang and others had nothing to do when they were idle, and always loved to come here in a group. In that Luyuan, there were a few top-quality horses, which were really lovable. One look and one wished one’s eyes could stick to them.
Especially that horse called Wuti.
Its hair was smooth, its body was slender, its muscles were robust, and even its swinging tail was so lovable.
Especially its temper was super good!
Chen Shaokang had been here several times, but had never met its owner. He specially asked around and heard that since Wuti arrived at Luyuan, its owner had never been here once.
What a waste of a heavenly creature!
Whenever Chen Shaokang thought of this, his hands couldn’t help but itch.
This Wuti was also one of the reasons why Chen Shaokang ran to Luyuan when he had nothing to do.
Another reason was naturally boredom.
This group of teenagers fished and fought chickens every day. It was the time when they were most energetic, causing trouble everywhere. Their families were eager for them to go to Luyuan to vent their energy and not provoke people everywhere every day.
Galloping all the way to Luyuan, Chen Shaokang and others wanted to go directly in according to their old habits, but unexpectedly, they were stopped as soon as they arrived at the door.
The one stopping them was actually Manager Wang, whom they were familiar with on ordinary days.
Several young masters rode on horseback, holding horsewhips, and nodded at Manager Wang, slightly impatient in tone.
“I say Manager Wang, this is not very kind of you. Usually we give you a lot of things, but now we want to go in, but you refuse. What does this mean?”
A teenager spoke unpleasantly, with an aggressive tone.
They were of noble birth and always treated servants with slight contempt and inadvertence. Even if they really hurt them sometimes, so what? They didn’t need to be servile. Even facing someone somewhat special like Manager Wang, a subordinate was a subordinate and didn’t need respect at all.
Manager Wang cupped his hands to everyone and said with a smile: “It’s really not that I don’t give you face. If it were usual, you could go in if you wanted to, but today there is a noble person here, so we can’t offend him.”
The girl in red in the crowd rode up, holding her head high on the horse back, and said somewhat disdainfully: “Which noble person is it? I want to know, what kind of background can they have?”
She was the youngest granddaughter of the old Prince Jing. Because she was young and pretty, even the cautious old Prince Jing couldn’t help but spoil her more when he saw her, which also developed her somewhat spoiled temper.
No one in the prince’s mansion dared to shout at her. Now she just wanted to come to Luyuan to have a look, but was actually blocked by a servant. How could she bear it?
Manager Wang blocked in front of them neither humble nor arrogant: “I hope you forgive me, I really can’t let you in.”
Chen Shaokang had already seen some clues.
They often came here and were somewhat familiar with this Manager Wang. If it weren’t a last resort, with his smooth character, he would definitely make it convenient.
But at this time, Helian Yuan was so angry, but Manager Wang still refused to retreat. It could only mean that the person inside was someone they couldn’t offend.
“Little princess, don’t make it difficult for him, let’s just go somewhere else.”
Chen Shaokang held the reins and advised.
It’s just that on the road just now, the two had already choked once because of buying and selling cakes. Now hearing his words of dissuasion, the girl in red was even more unwilling to retreat.
“Get out!” The girl in red raised her eyebrows, “Today, this princess really wants to go in!”
A flash of light flashed in Manager Wang’s eyes, and he raised his hand to summon the guards of Luyuan.
Don’t look at him as just a mere manager, but the power in his hands was not small. Within Luyuan alone, he could mobilize the surrounding troops and horses.
Although only in very few circumstances could he do so.
But today, it was absurd.
If they really broke in, and that person blamed him, how could he still be alive?
At this moment, clop, clop—
From inside Luyuan, a simple and low-key carriage came out.
This was an extremely simple carriage. Two horses were in front, driven by the coachman.
The coachman wore a straw hat on his head, his face could not be seen clearly. He drove the carriage with one hand, and the other hand was pressed by his hand. Looking closely, it was a weapon.
The carriage walked over leisurely. Manager Wang, who was originally confronting the girl in red, was respectful, retreated to the side, and then knelt down.
The people behind him were even more respectful.
Manager Wang’s attitude changed suddenly. Anyone could see that the person on this carriage must be that noble master.
The girl in red gritted her teeth and was about to ride forward when a hand reached out from the side, grabbed her reins forcefully, and pulled her horse’s head askew.
“Chen Shaokang, what do you want to do?”
Chen Shaokang glared at her: “Even if you want to die, don’t harm us.”
After saying this, he threw away the reins of the girl in red, got off the horse, and pulled his horse to stand by the side.
The boys and girls who came with them mostly followed their opinions. Seeing the young master take action, they followed him one by one. After a while, almost everyone stopped by the roadside, except for the horse of the girl in red which blocked the middle.
The girl in red was a little embarrassed.
She had already realized a little what Chen Shaokang meant, but she had just said harsh words in front of everyone. If she retreated so dismally, wouldn’t she lose face?
Just as she hesitated, the carriage had already arrived close.
The coachman slowly raised his head.
A scream was suppressed in the throat of the girl in red. The look in the coachman’s eyes was so terrifying, without any fluctuation.
The more nervous she was, the more unable she was to move for a moment.
Then, she heard someone talking on the carriage. The voice was not very clear, nor was it known whether it was a man or a woman, but it was a bit brisk, as if asking why the carriage stopped.
“Sixteen,” a voice that the girl in red would never want to hear again in this life sounded coldly, “What’s going on?”
“Someone is blocking the way.”
The coachman named Sixteen answered respectfully, “This servant will clear it immediately.”
Clear.
An especially cold and cruel sentence.
He didn’t even call out Helian Yuan’s identity because there was no need.
Anyone’s identity was insignificant in front of that person.
Helian Yuan was so scared that she fell off the horse, her face pale.
That voice caused the curtain of the carriage to move, and a pale and heartless face was revealed. Helian Rong’s dark eyes fell on the girl in red, then moved away smoothly.
As if she were just an irrelevant stone, he looked down at the inside of the carriage again, “Sleep,”
He was saying to someone, “Just some strange noises.” The emperor’s voice was suppressed a little low, inexplicably distant in this strange silence.
It sounded as if there was a bit of extremely eerie… gentleness.
Weird enough to be scary.
Nothing external could attract Emperor Jingyuan’s attention, as if the pervasive gaze was all enveloped on the person in the carriage, with extremely terrible fanaticism.
Fanaticism?
The girl in red was stunned?
Did she just use this word?
It was really terrible.
She watched helplessly as the coachman named Sixteen jumped down, raised the weapon in his hand, and the moment it fell, the red of that horse sprinkled all over her body.
Thud—
The horse’s head rolled down.
The cold tip of the knife pressed against the girl’s neck, bringing a biting chill.
“Princess Yuan,” Sixteen said in a low voice, “Master doesn’t want to see blood, so you can walk by yourself, right?”
The girl in red was almost going crazy. She was covered all over with horse blood, like an evil ghost from hell.
This is called, not seeing blood?
Sixteen was very indifferent.
If no one was killed, it didn’t count as seeing blood. For the sake of the one in the carriage, His Majesty had already been merciful.
It was truly supreme tolerance.