TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: This novel is written by Qing Dong, and I am just translating in English only.

UPDATE TIME: Every Thursday, one chapter.

BONUS CHAPTER: On every gift, within 24 hours.

Zhong Yansheng lived for eighteen years. After accidentally falling into the water, he dreamed that he was living in a book.

In the book, he was a fake young master who was mistakenly adopted by the Marquis. After the real young master came back, he was not taken seriously by the family and was driven to a separate courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing. His parents only doted on Zhong Yansheng, and they turned the real young master into a black man, and finally his family was ruined.

After waking up, Zhong Yansheng learned the news that Master Zhen returned to the house three days ago, but the whole family only revolved around him, who was sick.

According to the timeline, Master Zhen has now been driven to a separate courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing.

The current situation was urgent. In order to change the direction of his future destiny, Zhong Yansheng ran out every two days. When he saw Master Zhen, he would wrap himself around him and treat him well. He would stay behind him all day long, and his elder brother would call him short.

It wasn't until some time later that Zhong Yansheng realized that he had found the wrong person.

The wrong person he picked was even more of a villain than the villain, Master Zhen.

What's even more frightening was that on the day he learned the truth, he accidentally got away with someone because he was drugged.

Zhong Yansheng was so frightened that she sneaked away that night.

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When Xiao Nong woke up, he found that Zhong Yansheng was missing.

He thought the other person was shy and waited patiently for him to come back.

After waiting for one day, two days, three days... Zhong Yansheng never came back.

Xiao Nong's face darkened, and he went out and started grabbing people.

Others in the capital discovered that the big boss, who had been recuperating outside the capital for a long time, turned the capital upside down as soon as he came back.

It is said that he is looking for someone who has offended him.

When Zhong Yansheng heard the news, he huddled at home with a grimace, not daring to go out. He wore a hat when he had to go out.

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Before King Jing's wedding, he held a private banquet for Zhong Yansheng.

Zhong Yansheng had been hiding for a long time. When the wind outside stopped, he felt that he should be safe. He went to the banquet with Master Zhen, whom he had become familiar with. When he was tipsy, he leaned against him and called him 'brother' in a cooing voice.

Suddenly, he felt a cold gaze from the person above.

'How many good brothers do you have?'

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The mood is uncertain, the psychotic love-brained boss attacks x the micro-heartthrob, the squeamish little fool, the beauty suffers

*Big Demon King

*The plot is simple, mainly about love.

*A non-typical true and false young master’s story.

*Imaginary background, with many imitations and a little bit of political intrigue with little technical content. Everything is set to serve the plot.

The writing of this article is smooth, the rhythm is compact, and the language is humorous. When both protagonists misidentify each other, there are often hilarious misunderstandings. Zhong Yansheng has a squeamish and slow personality, but he is clear, gentle and sincere in his heart. He gradually influenced the cold-looking Xiao Nong. As the two discovered each other's true identities, more interesting plots emerged, which are worth reading.

TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: This novel is written by Qing Dong, and I am just translating in English only.

UPDATE TIME: Every Thursday, one chapter.

BONUS CHAPTER: On every gift, within 24 hours.

NOTE: ●Hou \= Marquis ●Yuan Yuan \= Nickname of Zhong Yuncheng ●Mrs. Marquis \= Marchioness

In late spring in March, there is still a spring chill in the wind in the capital.

The atmosphere in the Marquis of Huai'an's Mansion has been quite depressing recently. It's quiet around the study in the back hall. The servants sweeping the courtyard are holding their breath and staying far away, not daring to make a sound in the fear of disturbing the two people talking in the room.

The two people in the study were sitting by the window playing chess, but their minds were obviously not on the chessboard, and they had not yet made a move.

"Today morning, his Majesty is still absent from the throne. He has been absent for a month."

After a long silence, the Marquis of Huai'an spoke slowly: "I heard that the man from Mobei has returned to the capital. Now he is ill and living in a courtyard outside the capital."

When he said the second half of the sentence, his voice was especially soft and he was quite afraid.

Upon hearing "that one", the expression of Zhou Shilang, the Minister of Etiquette, who was sitting opposite, changed slightly.

The Marquis of Huai'an was distracted by this game of chess. He tightened his grip on the chess pieces and became more and more upset: "The situation in the court is unclear now, and several princes have not left the capital..."

Zhou Shilang made a silent gesture in time, looked around, and said in a low voice: "Lord Marquis, be careful what you say."

The two of them were talking in low voices when a burst of messy footsteps suddenly came from far and near, rushing into the courtyard, breaking the silence in the courtyard, and running towards the study.

Who doesn't have the foresight to dare to break into the study at such a time without notification?

The Marquis of Huai'an frowned and was about to scold him in displeasure when he saw the man who rushed in fell to his knees, panting and shouting with joy on his face: "Lord Marquis, please go to Chunwu Courtyard, the young master is awake!"

The anger in Huai'an Marquis's eyes dissipated without a trace, he stood up abruptly, and ended the conversation just now.

After Zhou Shilang was stunned for a moment, his tense shoulders relaxed a little, and he patted his hem and stood up: "Since the young master woke up safely, Zhou will not disturb you anymore. Congratulations, Lord Marquis, go and have a look, there is no need to send----”

Before he finished speaking, his old friend had already abandoned him and was heading to Chunwu Courtyard faster than the boy who ran over.

The atmosphere in Chunwu Courtyard was particularly warm.

Zhong Yansheng had just woken up from a chaotic and broken dream. As soon as he opened his eyes in a daze, there were bursts of chatter in his ears, and many people were talking.

His consciousness was not yet fully awake, and those voices seemed to be separated by a layer of membrane, making it difficult to distinguish what they were saying.

He raised his eyes in confusion, and saw several extremely familiar faces in a daze, all of them with happy faces, and their lips opened and closed to say something.

Seeing those faces, the blood in Zhong Yansheng's body suddenly ran cold, but on the contrary, his eyes instantly became hot. His pale lips moved, and his throat squeezed out a few broken syllables hoarsely: "....Father? Mother?"

Why are they here?

I clearly saw them all being beheaded.

Or am I dead too, otherwise how could I see them?

As soon as the hazy thoughts popped up one after another, Zhong Yansheng felt like he was being hugged by someone.

The familiar fragrance spread over the tip of my nose, and a voice with a weeping sound came from above my head: "My dearest, you really scared mother to death this time... Don't cry, don't cry, mother is here."

Zhong Yansheng blinked slowly as his mother's warmth enveloped his body.

It is the breath of life.

Zhong Yansheng blinked hard again, and the mist in his eyes suddenly turned into tears, which were cold and fell down his cheeks. The blurred vision finally became clear. He leaned into his mother's arms and looked over her shoulders, he saw the Marquis of Huai'an, who was standing beside the bed with a serious face.

He had just woken up from a serious illness, his soft hair was still messy, his handsome and beautiful eyebrows were as pale as a piece of paper, and his lip color was also light. His whole figure was like a fragile flower, who was about to wither on a branch, set off by his soft and messy long black hair, which was shocking.

At this time, he looked over with tears in his eyes. He was so pitiful and well-behaved that even the Marquis of Huai'an couldn't help but soften his expression. He couldn't maintain the image of a strict father. He coughed and said, "How old are you? Why do you cry when you are sick... you have just woken up.”

As he spoke, he showed an almost invisible smile of relief.

The maids and servants in the yard were all looking out, their faces were more familiar and fresher than the last, chattering in lowered voices, looking at him excitedly.

All are alive now.

It was only then that Zhong Yansheng finally came back to his senses and slowly remembered what happened before he passed out.

At the beginning of this year, the Marquis of Huai'an received a transfer back to the capital. He followed his family back to the capital after many years of absence. His childhood friend King Jing heard that he was back and was surprised to see him out for a garden outing.

As a result, he accidentally fell into the water.

It was still very cold in the capital in March, and the water in the pool was bone-chilling. As soon as he fell into the water, his calves cramped, and the water choked his mouth and nose. His clothes were thicker than others, and it was obviously not a deep pool. But he couldn't struggle out no matter what.

In the end, King Jing jumped into the pool and fished him out regardless of his own safety.

The night he was sent back, he fainted from the fever.

Then I had a... nightmare.

"Did Yuan Yuan have a nightmare?" Seeing that Zhong Yansheng just stared at them blankly over and over again without speaking, with a drop of crystal tears hanging on her eyelashes, Mrs. Marquis, who was hugging Zhong Yansheng, quickly took out her handkerchief and softly wiped his face and comforted him saying, "The nightmares are all fake, don't be afraid."

Mentioning the nightmare, Zhong Yansheng suddenly shuddered.

During the past few days when he was sleeping, he had been having a strange dream.

Zhong Yansheng dreamed that he was living in a storybook.

In the storybook, he was a "fake young master" who was mistakenly adopted by the Marquis of Huai'an Mansion. However, the real young master of the Marquis of Huai'an Mansion was miscarried and thrown away. He was picked up by a farmer and endured hardship for more than ten years. With the token, he traveled thousands of miles to find his relatives, but he was not taken seriously by everyone in the Marquis family. Even the servants dared to despise him.

Not only that, the Marquis of Huai'an and Mrs. Marquis in the storybook disliked his temper and were worried that he would affect Zhong Yansheng's mood, so they even drove him to a separate courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing to prevent him from entering the capital easily.

Everything in the dream was bizarre, so everything was blurry, but Zhong Yansheng could remember the general development.

Later, the real young master's hatred spread to the entire Marquis Mansion, causing chaos in the Huai'an Marquis Mansion until the end of the family.

Although Zhong Yansheng felt that according to the logic and narrative in the storybook, he and his family were more like the so-called villains, the storybook was called "the true young master of the villain family."

The more Zhong Yansheng thought about it, the more flustered he became, and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Seeing that something was not right about Zhong Yansheng's expression, Mrs. Marquis tried her best to coax him: "What kind of nightmare did you have ? Do you want to tell me? Parents are here, so don't be afraid and tell us...."

Everything in the dream felt too real, but the story, the nightmare, the real and fake young master, the family ruin...

Zhong Yansheng hesitated in embarrassment for a while, feeling that if he said it out, according to the temperament of the Marquis of Huai'an, he should ask Taoist priests and magicians to exorcise the evil spirits.

...Why don't you try it first? After all, everything in the dream is too fantasy.

Zhong Yansheng hugged Mrs. Marquis's arm and whispered: "Mom, I dreamed that I was not your child, and you didn't want me anymore."

Although it was a soft and coquettish tone, Zhong Yansheng clearly noticed that Mrs. Marquis's body stiffened for a moment.

Even the face of the Marquis of Huai'an beside the bed showed a subtle change.

Zhong Yansheng: "..."

Okay, no need to try.

As expected, just like what was written in the dream script, he was the false young master whom the Marquis of Huai'an had mistakenly embraced.

I'm afraid that the real young master has returned, but he was kept outside the capital and not allowed to enter the capital.

He remembered that it was written in the storybook that while the whole family was surrounding him who was sick, Master Zhen was sick alone in another courtyard because he was not acclimated to the climate.

Then according to the next development in the dream, it is...

Zhong Yansheng shuddered suddenly.

Mrs. Marquis quickly regained her composure, touched Zhong Yansheng's head, and said in a deliberately gentle voice: "How could it be so, Yuan Yuan will always be mother's most beloved child. She will stay with you and won't go anywhere. Don't be afraid."

As she spoke, she stabbed the Marquis of Huai'an with her elbow.

The Marquis of Huai'an was stroking his beard uncomfortably when he was poked. He quickly stood up and answered with a serious tone: "That's right, what nonsense are you talking about! Dad is also with you, and you are not going anywhere."

Hearing his father's and mother's warm words made Zhong Yansheng's heart tremble. He held Mrs. Marquis's hand in fear. He was so anxious that he almost blurted out all the words. He wanted to tell them that they couldn't treat that person like that. There would be many consequences. A terrible end.

But when the words reached his throat, he swallowed them alive.

It was so unbelievable that his parents could not believe it. Moreover, according to his understanding, if he persisted in saying this, most likely it would have the opposite effect and make his parents even more disgusted with the true young master. The consequences would be unimaginable.

Zhong Yansheng still couldn't say anything.

The look on his face was very obvious, but the Marquis of Huai'an and Mrs. Marquis were guilty of telling lie and did not notice it. Yansheng swallowed half a bowl of porridge while pressing the bell, and then stared at him to drink the medicine.

The doctor added soothing herbs to the medicine. He had just woken up and was low on energy. Within a moment of drinking the medicine, Zhong Yansheng couldn't resist the sleepiness. He had no time to think about anything, so he shrank back into the quilt and fell asleep again.

The room became quiet, Mrs. Marquis and her husband looked at each other, and quietly left.

Zhong Yansheng was born with weak bones. He was always plagued by nightmares when he was young. He would get a serious illness every year, which lasted for half a year. Mrs. Marquis regarded him as her favorite and carefully raised him until he was ten years old. He has gotten better, and had fewer major and minor illnesses in the past two years.

After waking up in the afternoon and taking the medicine, Zhong Yansheng's fever subsided smoothly and he felt much more relaxed. However, he slept until night and woke up from a nightmare where he couldn't see his face clearly. He sat up in panic and wiped his sweating forehead.

A few days ago, because Zhong Yansheng was unconscious, the Marquis Mansion was lifeless, as if there were dark clouds floating above everyone's heads. Today, it was a lot more lively because of his awakening. Most of the people serving in Chunwu Courtyard were little girls and boys. Mrs. Marquis was worried that they would disturb Zhong Yansheng while he was resting, so she withdrew many people, leaving only Yuncheng, the young man who had grown up with Zhong Yansheng, to guard him.

Yuncheng was taking a nap while leaning on the bed. He saw Zhong Yansheng sitting up in a hazy state. He was so frightened that he lost all sleepiness. He quickly got up and wiped his eyes: "Master, are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Do you want me to call the doctor? Are you still hungry? The kitchen still has warm snacks!"

A series of questions came out without any reply. After a moment, he saw his young master turning his head. The moonlight outside the window fell on the bed, making the beautiful little face pale, and the beautiful dark eyes stared straight at him, and faintly called: "Yuncheng."

In the middle of the night, he looked like a ghost seeking his life.

Yuncheng shrank his neck and said weakly, "What?"

Zhong Yansheng weakly crawled forward two steps: "Get me the book to interpret my dream."

"……ah?" Yuncheng was very confused, but he still got up obediently and went to find a book for Zhong Yansheng.

Zhong Yansheng's study was next to his courtyard. Yuncheng went there with a candle, and within a moment, the book was delivered to Zhong Yansheng.

The warm yellow candlelight illuminated the bedside, and Zhong Yansheng's face also gained some color in the light. He was covered with thick and soft quilts, sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding the book on dream interpretation, and studied hard for a long time. Then he put down the book: "Yuncheng."

"Yes, young master?"

Zhong Yansheng raised his face expressionlessly and handed the book over: "Burn this nonsense."

Yuncheng: "..."

The little ancestor said what he said, so Yuncheng got the copper basin and prepared to burn the book.

Zhong Yansheng was still sitting cross-legged on the bed, wrapping himself in a small ball with a quilt, looking at Yuncheng's back.

In that nightmare, Yuncheng died in front of him.

Yuncheng, who had been most obedient to him since childhood, was stabbed through the abdomen because of the only time he disobeyed him and refused to run away alone. Warm blood spattered all over his face.

That sticky and scary feeling extended from the dream to reality, making his fingertips tremble the moment he saw Yuncheng.

Dream interpretation cannot explain that nightmare.

He can only figure it out on his own.

Zhong Yansheng looked at Yuncheng's confused and busy look and pursed his lips hard.

He didn't want anything to happen to anyone in the Marquis Mansion.

Nothing should have happened in the first place... The true young master and the Marquis of Huai'an are a real family, and they are relatives connected by blood.

Because he hated the Marquis Mansion, he allowed the Marquis Mansion to be destroyed, but as long as he didn't hate the Marquis Mansion, nothing would happen, right?

But what should be done?

Judging from the attitude of his parents in the afternoon, they were probably concerned that he was still ill and did not want him to know about the existence of the real young master for the time being.

Moreover, the young master raised by the Marquis of Huai'an for eighteen years is a fake... If this news spreads, it will cause a big commotion. The nobles in the capital will definitely watch the excitement and not take it too seriously.

Given his status and position, the more he spoke in front of his parents, the more inappropriate he became. Most likely, they would think he was aggrieved by whatever he said.

Zhong Yansheng thought about it for a while, then an idea suddenly came to his mind.

"Yuncheng!"

Yuncheng was busy burning books when he heard the sound and asked quickly: "Master, what's wrong?"

"Help me do something...."

Seeing that Zhong Yansheng seemed to be more energetic, Yuncheng happily rolled up his sleeves and said without thinking: "Master, please give me your orders!"

"Don't reveal a word about this matter." Zhong Yansheng lowered his voice, "I want you to help me find someone."

TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: This novel is written by Qing Dong, and I am just translating in English only.

UPDATE TIME: Every Thursday, one chapter.

BONUS CHAPTER: On every gift, within 24 hours.

NOTE: ● Yansheng and Yuan Yuan means - far away or distant ●Madam Hou - Marchioness

Yuncheng waited for a long time, and when he was sure that Zhong Yansheng had nothing to say, he scratched his head and said, "Master, you haven't told me yet. What is the name of the person you are looking for? What does he look like? Where does he live? What is his identity?"

Zhong Yansheng, who was asked, became mute.

I don't know anything.

Everything in the dream was vague. When he woke up, he could only remember the general development. It could be said that he had no information about the real young master.

You can't just ask Yuncheng to find a needle in a haystack.

Zhong Yansheng pursed her lips, thought hard for a while, dug out some clues with difficulty, and said dryly: "That person is currently staying in a courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing. He is sick and has a special status. It's not convenient to meet people.”

Yuncheng looked at Zhong Yansheng: "..."

Zhong Yansheng looked at Yuncheng sincerely: "..."

Zhong Yansheng paused guiltily for a while under Yuncheng's eyes, then slowly added: "My father and mother should know the specific location."

Yuncheng was puzzled: "Then why don't you ask the Marquis and Madam directly?"

Zhong Yansheng opened his mouth, and there was a sudden itching in his throat. He put his fist to his lips and coughed violently. His pale face showed a sickly flush, and his lips turned white, which made people's hearts tremble just looking at it.

Yuncheng was startled and quickly handed the hot tea to Zhong Yansheng and patted his back gently to calm him down.

He was pretending to cough, but it turned out to be really uncomfortable. Zhong Yansheng coughed so hard that stars appeared in his eyes. He finally regained his breath, held a cup of tea and moistened his throat. His voice was hoarse, and he struggled to squeeze out a broken cry : "You can't ask. You can't say anything in front of them."

Seeing him like this, Yuncheng dared not have any doubts, and he promised fearfully: "Yes, yes, don't worry, young master, I won't say a word to anyone else!"

Zhong Yansheng was a little satisfied and looked at the sky outside the window. Seeing that it was getting late, he drank the last sip of hot tea in the cup and rushed away: "Okay, go and have a rest. I'm fine. Don't guard me."

Yuncheng did not leave immediately. He observed for a while and made sure that Zhong Yansheng was really fine. Then he picked up the book again and said, "Master, do you want to burn the book?"

"Won't burn anymore." Zhong Yansheng decided to be more open-minded and spare the life of that bullshit book. "I want to be alone for a while. You can go and sleep on the couch outside."

After Yuncheng obediently walked around the screen and left, Zhong Yansheng began to think deeply about his plan.

Everything can still be saved for the time being. Since it's not easy to start with your parents, let's start with the true young master.

He planned to have a good relationship with the real young master, ease the atmosphere between him and the Marquis, and change the attitude of his parents.

As he was thinking about it, he unconsciously rolled his head into a ball and fell asleep under the quilt.

Perhaps because he figured out a way to save the fate of the Marquis Mansion, he was finally no longer plagued by nightmares that night, and it was rare to have a peaceful sleep.

Early the next morning, it was a quarter of an hour.

Yuncheng tiptoed around the screen and leaned against the bed. Without noticing the young master's head, he turned around and lifted a corner of the quilt, only to see the young man huddled inside.

His face was red from sleep and he was breathing evenly.

Yuncheng smiled reassuringly, then tiptoed away. He walked out of the room, exchanged glances with the maid who was guarding outside the house, and said in a low voice: "Young master is still sleeping, go in and watch, but don't disturb."

After that, he was ready to go to the kitchen to see how the medicine was cooking.

The kitchen is not far away. Zhong Yansheng is very picky and cannot eat this or that. Mrs. Marquis dotes on the young master and specially built a small kitchen in his yard. It is only a few steps away.

The kitchen was busy with smoke, cooking fish maw porridge and medicine. Seeing Yuncheng coming over, the women who were guarding the medicine cup hurriedly asked: "Yuncheng, how is the young master? Feeling better now?"

The young master was so delicate that everyone asked questions along the way. Yuncheng picked up a cooking pancake and took a few bites. He shook his head and was about to speak when someone outside called him: "Yuncheng! Come here, Madam is looking for you.”

She is the maid beside Madam Hou.

Yuncheng hurriedly put down the cooking cake he had taken a bite of, and followed the maid to the main courtyard to meet Mrs. Marquis.

Early in the morning, Mrs. Marquis was fully dressed, sitting by the window, staring blankly in an unknown direction. It was not until she heard footsteps that she suddenly came back to her senses and turned back, with a gloomy face and red eyes.

Madam Hou has always looked like this in these past two days... she must be worried about the young master.

Yuncheng speculated, concealing what Zhong Yansheng had not allowed him to say, and respectfully told Zhong Yansheng's situation.

Hearing that Zhong Yansheng's condition had mostly improved, Mrs. Marquis's expression softened and she nodded: "Go back and take good care of Yuan Yuan. Don't neglect him."

Yuncheng respectfully responded.

When leaving, Yuncheng heard Mrs. Marquis get up and chat with the maid, saying that the young master woke up this time, thanks to the blessing of the Buddha, and that when the young master would be well enough, she would go to the temple to pray for the young master's well being, he couldn't help but feel a little more envious.

What a wonderful mother-son bond.

As he walked through the apricot blossoms blooming in front of the courtyard, the vague sounds of conversation inadvertently entered his ears.

The tips of Yuncheng's ears twitched, and he cleverly caught a few key words.

"...still complaining of illness and it is inconvenient to see people."

"...that person with special status is in capital now..."

After a pause, Yuncheng listened carefully again, and his eyes lit up when he heard the voice of the Marquis. Combined with the clues Zhong Yansheng mentioned last night.

The young master said that only the Marquis and Marchioness knew the whereabouts of that man.

He is still sick and has a special status, so it is difficult to see people!

Couldn't the person behind the wall be the person the young master is looking for?

Yun Cheng's heart was pounding. He looked around to make sure there was no one nearby. He quietly approached the wall and pressed his ears against it while holding his breath. The sound became clear.

"...I am currently staying in that other courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing... it is said that many people in Beijing sent people to test..."

Still staying in a villa on the outskirts of Beijing!

How lucky!

Last night I thought the information was too vague and I probably couldn't find the person. But I didn't expect that it took no effort at all!

Worried about being caught eavesdropping, after Yuncheng heard which courtyard it was, he didn't dare to stay any longer, so he walked slowly and quickly slipped away.

Therefore, he did not hear what the Marquis of Huai'an said next.

"——What is the plan of His Highness Prince Ding?"

The frown between the Marquis of Huai'an's brows deepened again: "Madam, I'm very worried."

Mrs. Marquis also had a worried look on her face. After a moment of silence in this unexplored corner, she said softly: "Prince Ding is not named Pei."

The only king of Dayong with a different surname and great power, King Ding, was not named Pei.

The current royal family's surname is Pei.

It's okay for several princes to fight overtly and covertly. After all, they are all of royal blood.

King Ding, a king with a different surname, returned to the capital when the emperor was absent from court for a month due to illness. If he had any plans... the world would be in chaos.

The Marquis of Huai'an let out a long breath: "Madam, I always feel that I shouldn't have come back to Beijing this time."

While the Marquis of Huai'an was worried, Yuncheng had already returned to Chunwu Courtyard excitedly with the news that he had overheard.

Zhong Yansheng leaned on the bedside and mixed half a bowl of fish maw porridge. He had no appetite. The maid next to him coaxed softly: "It's the Donghai fish maw specially sent by the Marquis. Here, it is for you to replenish your health, would you like to take one more bite?”

Zhong Yansheng's fingers gripped the porcelain spoon tightly.

He didn't feel anything in the past, but now he just feels... well-deserved.

The young master has an extremely handsome and beautiful face, and a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes with moist black ends and butterfly-like eyelashes when he looks down at others, making him particularly endearing.

Faced with such an impact, the maid's will was shaky: "If, if you really don't want to----"

At this moment, Yuncheng rushed into the room: "Master!"

Hearing the unusualness in Yuncheng's voice, Zhong Yansheng perked up, brushed away his messy thoughts, looked at Yuncheng, and swallowed the remaining mouthfuls of porridge, took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth. After wiping his mouth, he calmly ordered: "I'm done eating, you can go down."

The maid who was sent by Mrs. Marquis to watch Zhong Yansheng eat and drink medicine suddenly came to her senses, her face turned red, she secretly glanced at the face of the young master, and then silently packed up the dishes and left.

As soon as the maid left, Zhong Yansheng jumped out of bed impatiently, with his long disheveled hair and bare feet, his eyes shining brightly: "Yuncheng, did you hear about it? So fast?"

The young master had just recovered from serious illness, still he walked around barefoot on the ground. Yun Cheng felt a headache. He helped the young master sit down and turned around to find his boots and socks: "It was a coincidence! When I came back from the main courtyard, I happened to hear the Marquis and Marchioness discussing this. Young master, I am taking a big risk to eavesdrop on them for you!"

"Thank you for your hard work, I'll give you an extra monthly payment this month!" Zhong Yansheng sat on the stool with patience, then looked at Yun Cheng and asked, "Then where is he? Did you hear about him?"

"I heard from Lord Marquis that the place is called Changliu Villa, and I also heard the general direction."

With that said, Yuncheng took the soft foot bag over.

Sometimes I don't blame the young master for being too pampered by Mrs. Marquis because the young master has delicate skin and can only wear socks made of silk. Slightly rough materials will cause red rashes, itching and pain after wearing them for a while.

Even the Marquis would not say anything about these things. The Marquis only said a few serious words to the young master.

Zhong Yansheng shook her snow-white feet and couldn't help but praise: "Yuncheng, you are so reliable and awesome!"

Yuncheng scratched his head, blushed and giggled.

After asking about his residence, Zhong Yansheng couldn't sit still and wanted to go out of the city to find him immediately.

But the timing wasn't right.

The Marquis of Huai'an and Marchioness didn't want him to meet the real young master, so he had to act quietly.

Zhong Yansheng patiently lay on the bed and recovered from his illness for several days.

In the past, I had to stay in bed for half a month due to wind and cold. This time it was so serious at first, but I didn't expect it to go away very quickly. After another five or six days, the rest of the symptoms gradually disappeared.

During this period, the tonics sent into Zhong Yansheng's yard were piled up as high as one person.

It wasn't until the doctor nodded and congratulated Zhong Yansheng on his recovery that Zhong Yansheng understood that the opportunity had come.

Every time he recovered from illness, Mrs. Marquis would go to the temple to pay her respects as usual.

As expected, as soon as the doctor left, Mrs. Marquis took Zhong Yansheng's hand, looked gentle and said with a smile: "Buddha blessed us, Buddha blessed us! Mother will go to Jinfu Temple tomorrow to worship, and pray for peace and safety in the future and turning bad luck into good luck.”

Zhong Yansheng felt soft at the same time, but also felt deeply guilty thinking he stole someone's parents and relatives, and even made him unable to return home.

During these days, every bit of love and care in the Marquis Mansion made Zhong Yansheng feel like sitting on pins and needles.

It was natural for him to hate him, but he hoped that he would not hate the Marquis Mansion... He would pay back whatever was due, and hoped that after that, he would hate him a little less.

At least wouldn't do anything that extreme to Marquis Mansion.

Mrs. Marquis had believed in Buddhism for many years and was quite sincere. Early the next morning, she took her maid to the Jinfu Temple where she used to go when she was in Beijing. According to her custom, she would probably come back in the evening.

The Marquis of Huai'an was an official in the court and was already very busy with his duties. He was so busy when he returned to Beijing that he could not see anyone. He often took time to visit Zhong Yansheng in the past few days. He had a lot of piled up official duties, thus went to the official office very early.

The entire Huai'an Marquis Mansion was empty, except for Zhong Yansheng.

Zhong Yansheng always couldn't wake up in the morning. It was rare that he didn't sleep in today. He got up early in the morning and walked around the room to make sure everyone was gone before calling Yuncheng.

Yuncheng had already expected it: "Master, are you going to that other courtyard? Shall I arrange the carriage?"

Zhong Yansheng nodded first and then shook his head, and gave a serious instruction: "You can't use the mansion's carriage. We'll do it quietly so we won't be discovered."

Zhong Yansheng left Beijing when he was seven years old and has only been back for less than half a month. However, he has a good memory and can still remember a few paths to sneak out.

After changing into low-key clothes, the two young boys secretly walked out of the capital in tandem. They slipped out of the back door of the Marquis Mansion.

The sound of people on the street in the distance came over, and Yuncheng felt excited and nervous: "Master, who are you looking for?"

Zhong Yansheng hesitated. That's right, I haven't figured out how to appear in front of Master Zhen.

The storybook seems to say that the real young master was actually born a little earlier than him.

So if I want to get closer, should I call him brother?

Zhong Yansheng thought with a sullen face: "Don't ask."

"oh."

Yuncheng was stubborn, but he worked quickly. He was afraid of being recognized, so he even covered himself with a scarf. He quickly rented a carriage and drove it out of the city, towards the villa that the Marquis of Huai'an mentioned.

In March outside Beijing, the willows are green and the flowers are red, the warblers are flying and the grass is growing. The spring grass falls into the eyes like a waterfall, extending deep and shallow towards the horizon. The scenery is excellent.

Zhong Yansheng opened the curtain of the carriage, looked outside, took a deep breath, and felt a little happy.

I was sick and bored in the house for a long time, but now I finally got some breath.

But the closer he got to that other courtyard, the more suspicious Zhong Yansheng became.

There were actually two or three carriages on the road. They were quite luxurious and had the logo of a wealthy family . He didn't know which family they belonged to, but at first glance they looked like they were rich and noble, and they looked quite lively.

The Marquis of Huai'an probably didn't want to publicize the family affairs for the time being, as the script also said that the real young master was alone in another courtyard.

Then why do so many people go to other courtyards?

Zhong Yansheng felt something was wrong and couldn't help but ask: "Yuncheng, did you really hear the right place?"

"This servant definitely heard it right!" Yuncheng was very confident in his hearing and was very sure, "This is what the Marquis said."

"Then what are these people here for?"

Yuncheng glanced at it twice and said nonchalantly: "It's just for an outing."

"Oh, maybe."

Zhong Yansheng thought it made sense, and kept his trust in Yuncheng, and retreated safely.

Yes, Yuncheng is very reliable, how could he find the wrong place?

After walking for a few quarters of an hour, a villa by the water loomed in the distance, with a pipa half-hiding its face under the cover of a green bamboo forest. The other carriages gradually stopped, leaving only Zhong Yansheng's carriage still rushing there.

Seeing this, Zhong Yansheng realized.

It seems that these people are really here for an outing.

Yuncheng drove the carriage and left the other carriages behind.

Among the carriages at the back, a few heads emerged silently. They looked at each other for a while and looked at the carriage approaching the other courtyard with strange expressions.

They are still hesitant to move forward. Are there really people who are not afraid of death?

The surroundings gradually became quiet, with only the sound of rolling carriages and horses.

Gradually, they walked to the gate of the courtyard, and the four words "Changliu Villa" were written on the plaque. The writing was powerful and the meaning of the words was free and easy.

Zhong Yansheng lowered the curtains, thought for a moment, and felt that it was not good to take someone with him, as if he was here to demonstrate, so he got out of the carriageway: "You can go to play nearby, and then pick me up later."

"Ah? It's not good." Yuncheng hesitated, "Master, if something happens to you again, the Marquis and the Marchioness will tear me apart!"

"It's okay. This is my father's private property. There lives... an elder of the Marquis family. It's very safe." Zhong Yansheng urged, "Go quickly, go quickly."

Along the way just now, many boys and girls went out together to fly kites, and there was constant laughter and noise. Yuncheng was a young man, and his heart had already been moved. Hearing that it was the territory of the Marquis of Huai'an, and the elders of the Zhong family were inside, he felt at ease and discussed with Zhong Yansheng. After making an appointment, he ran away happily.

As soon as Yun Cheng left, Zhong Yansheng realized that the surroundings were too quiet, not even the sound of birds. The wind passed through the bamboo forest, and there was a constant rustle.

The vermilion door that was so close looked like some huge thing, as if it could be swallowed up at any time. Zhong Yansheng's heart beat two beats faster for no apparent reason. He swallowed and stepped forward to knock on the door.

For a long time, there was no movement inside.

Not only that, even the rustling in the bamboo forest stopped, and the surroundings became increasingly silent.

Zhong Yansheng began to regret letting Yuncheng leave so quickly.

He bit his lip and knocked on the door a few more times. His voice was small and trembling slightly: "Is the housekeeper here? Could you please open the door?"

Still no movement?

By the way, the real young master is alone in the other courtyard. Is there no servant in the other courtyard?

Zhong Yansheng suddenly understood. He left the gate and walked along the wall for a long time before finding a better place to climb - there was a tree beside the wall with a lush crown and a thick branch protruding from it. Arrived inside the wall.

Thinking of the people in the Marquis Mansion, Zhong Yansheng gritted his teeth and plucked up the courage, rolled up his sleeves, and started climbing the tree with a bang.

In a daze, he seemed to hear the sound of gasping around him.

Zhong Yansheng moved for a moment, and a chill ran down his back.

...is it haunted?

No, no, the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly, how can it be haunted? It must be the sound of wind.

Zhong Yansheng swallowed hard, hugged the tree trunk, and slowly grinded upward. After a lot of effort, he climbed to the tree, stood on tiptoes, and carefully stepped on the branch that extended into the wall, quite stable.

Dense branches and leaves blocked the view, making it difficult to see clearly what was going on inside the wall. Zhong Yansheng cautiously moved inside in small steps, preparing to jump up when he got close to the wall.

God does not fulfill people's wishes.

After only taking a few steps, there was a crisp "click" behind him.

The hair all over Zhong Yansheng's body exploded. In the flash of lightning, his body reacted first. He threw himself forward without hesitation, just crossed the wall, and fell into the other courtyard.

He was like a baby bird that accidentally fell from a branch. His soft wings had not yet spread out, and he fell into the flowers in panic, disturbing countless petals. He slowed down in the chaotic rain of flowers, rubbing himself and feeling dizziness in his head and raised his eyes vaguely.

In the blurred vision, a few steps away, there was a person sitting.

Even though Zhong Yansheng suddenly fell from the sky and knocked a bunch of flowers into a mess, and the petals even flew to him, he did not move, as calm as the lake.

Zhong Yansheng fell into the flowers. His head was dazed for a long time, and his vision slowly became clearer, and he could see the other person clearly.

It was a man in a wheelchair.

Although he was sitting in a wheelchair and his legs and feet were inconvenient, his waist was as straight as a pine, showing that he was quite tall. The dark blue robe is embroidered with dark patterns of silver thread, sparkling and moving in the sunlight, and it is very noble.

Looking further up, he saw a face with a three-dimensional and profound outline. Only then did Zhong Yansheng realize that the man's eyes were covered with white gauze, blocking his eyes. However, this did not damage the beauty of the face. His style is still extremely handsome and heroic.

He held a sword in his hand and wiped it slowly. His slender fingers were like jade, and his movements were unhurried and very pleasing to the eye.

Someone's inhaling sound sounded again in a daze. This time, in addition to the inhaling sound, there seemed to be a few pity - like sighs.

The person hiding in the dark shook his head and sighed to the people around him: "What a beautiful little beauty. I guess this beautiful little head will be moving soon."

Another person nodded in agreement: "The master's headache has started to happen again. He is in a very bad mood now, and he wants to jump in at this time to seek death."

"How many pieces do you think he will be cut into?"

"I guess, at least eight pieces."

After saying that, the little beauty who had unfortunately fallen into the flowers got up, patted the broken branches and leaves on her body, hesitated for a moment, and slowly walked a few steps away from the young man who was cleaning his sword. He lowered his head and said hesitantly. He called out: "Brother?"

The voice is sweet and soft, and the sound is pleasant.

After the words fell, there was dead silence around him.

Two secret guards: "...?"

Xiao Nong paused while cleaning his sword and raised his eyelids.

Just when the two secret guards thought that blood would be splattered on the spot in the next moment, they heard their master respond calmly: "Yes."

Um?

Um? ? ?

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