He's A Substitute

Chapter 7

Zhao Lu followed behind, and when he saw Young Master Biao being held by the prince, he leaned forward and wanted to help: "What"s the matter, it"s so good, why do people faint."

Jiang Yutang frowned and avoided his hand: "Don"t touch it!"

Zhao Lu stretched out his hand and froze in place, and immediately did not dare to move forward. He followed behind the prince and watched as he carried the person into the back room.

Ting Yuxuan is not big, and most of the time it is only used as a study. The innermost room was where the prince slept on weekdays, so at this time, people could only be placed here.

Zhao Lu followed behind, watching Young Master Biao lying on the bed of Shizi Moyu, his eyes staring at the boss.

Lord Shizi doesn"t like others touching his things, and he arranges his daily meals and daily life. This time, being held by the prince himself and sleeping on the bed of the prince, this young master is still the first person.

Be good... He has a big mouth and looks at the young master on the bed, this life is different.

"Take my post and go to the palace to invite an imperial physician."

Jiang Yutang glanced at the bed, he started hugging someone, and never came down with his eyebrows tightly knitted.

Same as last time.

As soon as he met people, the images in his mind couldn"t stop. He was like an outsider, watching how he was sinking in his mind.

Knowing that struggling is useless, and more importantly, he has to figure out why he is doing this. Since the last time I was in a coma, why did I dream of her every night? Why did I think of those things when I met her.

This time, he didn"t hide, he held her wrist with wide palms, closed his eyes, and let himself "dream".

...

The feeling of familiarity struck, but it was different from the last time, not the wide carriage. Under the blue sky and daylight, everything around is familiar to Jiang Yutang.

This is the back garden of Yongchang Houfu.

After the rockery, there was a small sound, and he couldn"t help himself and walked over.

Xu is the daytime, this time he saw more and more clearly that he was the one who pressed the man on the rockery. She put her two snow-white arms around his neck, raised her head, and her face was full of tears.

As for himself, his robes had not been undone, but as if he had lost his soul, he tightly grabbed her waist and refused to let go.

He is such a beast!

Jiang Yutang hurriedly let go of his hand and took two steps back, sweating on his forehead.

He calmed down in place for a long time before looking towards the bed. Shen Qingyun closed his eyes and fell asleep. When those eyes were opened, they were as beautiful as crescent moons, but most of the time they were filled with tears. Eye circles are red, can"t hang up.

Treating others is cold and deadly, but when dealing with him, he will only cry.

It was not until Zhao Lu came in with the imperial physician that Jiang Yutang had a dark face, and his eyes abruptly moved away from the bed.

"Don"t worry, Shizi, it"s fine." The imperial doctor checked for a while before saying, "It"s just that I drank some wine, I can"t beat it, and I got drunk."

He exited from the back room, saw the prince sitting on the chair of the Grand Master, and said again: "This young master is frail and weak. I"m afraid it"s been a nightmare for a long time, and he hasn"t slept in a long time."

"Now that I drank some wine and got drunk, it"s best to let people fall asleep, don"t bother."

Jiang Yutang leaned against the desk, his eyes were pitch black, and after hearing the word "nightmare", his eyes darkened.

"I see." He said, his voice a little hoarse. He waved his hand and remembered something, and asked Zhao Lu to hand over the white porcelain bottle on the table.

The imperial doctor glanced at him, then smiled and said, "This is a good soothing medicine. The prince has not been able to sleep peacefully these days, so this is just right."

Zhao Lu sent the imperial doctor out, and when he came in, he saw the prince standing behind the desk.

In his hand, he held the white porcelain bottle given to him by Master Biao, his dark eyes half-drooped, and he didn"t know what to think. After a while, it was put back in place.

Zhao Lu"s eyes trembled, and he quickly lowered his head.

Jiang Yutang raised his feet and walked out, saying, "When you wake up, send them back."

Outside the Tingyuxuan Gate, the moon is bright and the breeze is breezy. Jiang Yutang"s mind was also clear, those pictures flashed, and he was soberly aware of the difference.

It was winter in the carriage, but the two of them were wearing summer clothes in the dream just now.

The night was sultry and the cicadas chirped.

He remembered that he was entangled with her in the pavilion behind the rockery in the dream, and his eyes gradually became cold. He"s not that kind of crazy person, even if he likes it, he won"t be in the pavilion in the clear sky.

Now that I think about it carefully, both of them had an unnatural flush on their faces in the dream.

Like... being drugged?

Jiang Yutang squinted his eyes. Are these strange illnesses caused by him these days?

What about her? In the dream, she hooked her hands around his neck, but looked at him with a sinking look. What if he was drugged? What about her?

Is it awake, or is it really like her eyes in a dream.

Closing her eyes, Jiang Yutang seemed to be able to see the deep affection in her eyes, and she was willing.

With a sneer, Jiang Yutang closed his cold eyes, and his figure fell into darkness.

Shen Qingyun woke up the next day, it was almost noon.

A red sandalwood incense poured from the unfamiliar bed, and she didn"t know where she was for a while.

When Zhao Lu heard the movement outside, he hurried in. Seeing Shen Qingyun on the bed, he smiled and said, "You are awake, you have slept all day."

The prince"s attitude towards this young master was unusual. As a servant, Zhao Lu naturally did not dare to take Joe. Waiting in front of the saddle and behind the horse: "Don"t worry, Young Master Biao, the Lord Shizi has instructed, and no one in the government knew about the matter last night."

Shen Qingyun sat on the bed with no expression on his cold face.

After hearing the words of Shizi, the expression in those eyes became colder.

Zhao Lu stood aside and watched, not daring to offend anyone. Lisuo said a few words and hurried out.

Two more maids were called in to serve.

Shen Qingyun didn"t stay for dinner, he put on his clothes and left, behind him, no matter how Zhao Lu persuaded him, he couldn"t keep it.

"Master Biao didn"t stay for dinner."

Zhao Luke was so busy, he figured out what the prince meant, so he had to report all good things: "Master Biao got up, his face was very cold in the early morning, and the servants couldn"t stop him."

"Go with her."

Jiang Yutang sat behind the desk, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. He looked at the envelope in his hand, looking a little embarrassed. It was written on it that it was Shen Qingyun"s life experience.

She came all the way from Suzhou, it turned out to be because of escape from marriage. The Shen family in Suzhou was only a six-rank Suzhou pass judge. After so many years, he was not favored and fell a lot.

For the sake of her future, her parents betrothed her to the prefect"s concubine. Shen Qingyun then escaped from Suzhou and took refuge in Kyoto.

Suzhou is thousands of miles away from Kyoto. She is a woman, and she is so beautiful. No wonder she has to disguise herself as a man.

Jiang Yutang put down the envelope. Since ancient times, women have been too passive about marriage, and the words of their parents" matchmaker have confirmed the woman.

It is really not easy for Shen Qingyun, a woman, to have such courage.

"Prince." Zhao Lu followed behind and asked, "Last time you said that you were going to drive Young Master Biao out of the house, and it"s too much to count."

Jiang Yutang tapped his fingers on the table. He really wanted to drive people out, which was also the best way for him.

But looking at her life experience, the second thought in her mind was that she looked at him. She looked at him several times, and it seemed that there was light in her eyes.

Hard to ignore.

"Firstly."

Jiang Yutang got up and put the envelope to the candle and lit it. There was a burning smell in the house. At this time, the study door was knocked on.

Outside, the guard stood at the door and whispered, "Prince, someone from the palace has passed on you."

The carriage of the Marquis of Yongchang stopped at the gate of the palace wall, and there were eunuchs waiting there early at Shenwumen. When he saw the person coming, he immediately greeted him.

Jiang Yutang followed the eunuch along the palace wall, and did not stop until he reached the gate of Qianqing Palace.

Today, he is wearing a black silk-faced Hang silk brocade robe, with a white jade double-ring pendant around his waist. The whole person stood under the white marble steps with a calm face, with a face like a crown of jade, like a pine and a bamboo.

Liu Jinzhong came out of the hall, and his eyes flashed when he saw this scene.

"Jiang Shizi."

The Marquis of Yongchang guards the northern border, and he has the highest achievement in the world. There is only this son in his name. In the future, Marquis Yongchang will be this one.

And this Jiang Shizi is also a good man himself, from a prominent background, but he is capable of both literature and martial arts.

When he was young, he was personally taught by the former prince Chen Lang.

When Guozijian was studying, he was full of talent, and his brilliance was so overwhelming that one dared not look directly at it. When it comes to martial arts, horseback riding and archery are the best in every way.

Few of the young men in Kyoto can match Jiang Shizi.

Only this year is only nineteen, and the publicity of when I was young is missing. Since the death of the eldest son of the Shen family a year ago, Jiang Shizi has never been in the limelight again, and even he has kept a low profile with the Yongchang Marquis Mansion.

"Your Majesty is waiting for you inside."

Liu Jinzhong smiled and hurriedly lowered his head and led people in.

There was silence in the Qianqing Palace. As soon as people walked in, they smelled a burst of ambergris. Jiang Yutang stepped forward, dazed, and did not stop to salute until he was in the center of the hall.

"I see your Majesty."

The emperor sat on the dragon chair with his head hanging down toward the bead, half of his face hidden in the light and shadow. The emperor is almost fifty this year, but because he takes medicine pills all the year round, his face looks much younger.

"Get up."

He stretched out his hand and looked down with a bit of kindness in his eyes.

"I heard that you were unwell some time ago, are you feeling better now?" The Prince of Yongchang Hou fainted in the mansion, which naturally couldn"t escape the emperor"s eyes.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern, it"s all right now."

Jiang Yutang stood in the hall, with a black robe lining the man"s body like jade. The emperor sat at the top, but his eyes were fascinated when he looked down.

His eyes fell on Jiang Yutang"s face for a long time, and he sighed slightly: "Your face is exactly the same as your uncle."

Jiang Yutang didn"t move, only his face raised.

Nineteen-year-old 30340 Jiang Yutang, with a bright face, the facial features and face are all first-class, and the eyebrows are delicate but not lost the slightest sparse air.

"Back then, Shaoqing was as old as you when he left Beijing."

There is a sigh in the emperor"s tone, and there is a little regret just listening to the voice. But Jiang Yutang was the only one who had a deep darkness in his eyes.

When Shen Shaoqing left the capital, he was nineteen years old, the same age as him now.

He was only eight years old back then, but his uncle already needed everyone to look up to him. At that time, no one in Shengjing did not know the names of the two sons.

One is Chen Lang, the former prince of Yujie Songzhen, who has been gentle and elegant since childhood.

There is another one, the bright wind and the moon, the deep and elegant Shen family son, Shen Shaoqing.

Two young men in fresh clothes and angry horses, riding horses on the streets of Chang"an Avenue. Under the apricot yellow early sun, thin spring shirts fluttered in the wind.

The world calls it a perfect combination, and when it is at its peak, it has already competed with the sun for splendor.

Only later, one died under this cold palace wall seven years ago. Another one, who went to southern Xinjiang for eleven years, never returned to Beijing.

He let go of his poetry and books, and his pride. He climbed and fought on the battlefield for more than ten years, and finally ended up like that.

Jiang Yutang put his hand in his sleeve and clenched his fist. He raised his head, his eyes were cold, and his tone was flat: "Your Majesty may have forgotten that Shen Shaoqing was killed in the southern border a year ago."

The man in the high position hadn"t moved for a long time, and after a long time, he seemed to sigh.

"Yeah!" His Majesty nodded, maybe he also felt a pity at this time, but the subtle regret disappeared after a while.

He looked down, and his eyes were full of the majesty of the emperor: "The southern border has won a big victory, and the soldiers are going back to Beijing." Those eyes were cold and oppressive.

"When the time comes, you will go to the gate of the city to meet you."

Jiang Yutang closed his eyes, bent down deeply, his throat rolled, and in the end he still said, "Yes."

The emperor waved his hand and stopped looking at him.

After leaving the palace gate, it was almost dark outside. Jiang Yutang sat on the carriage, his eyes darkened.

A year ago, Shen Shaoqing led an army to attack Mobei. At that time, he carried 10,000 elite soldiers to attack at night. I thought it was a sure-fire situation, but I never thought of killing people and soldiers in that battle.

None of the 10,000 elite soldiers survived. When Shen Shaoqing died, the Mobei Army attacked and swept down dozens of cities, causing countless casualties. Shen Shaoqing"s head has not yet returned.

For more than ten years in southern Xinjiang, he fought dozens of wars, big and small, and was regarded as a god by the people of southern Xinjiang, but because of this battle, his foundation was destroyed for many years.

No one cares, how much he has done before, how many victories he has played.

Just because he lost this game, he became a sinner in the entire Southern Border.

The carriage stopped in the dark night. Outside, Zhao Lu held the whip: "Prince, here we are." Inside the carriage, Jiang Yutang"s eyes opened instantly.

He stretched out his hand and lifted the curtain of the car. The lanterns of Yongchang Hou"s mansion were glowing with dim yellow light under the dark blue eaves.

"Turn around."

In his mind, the sound of the light blue robe flashed by. Jiang Yutang lowered the curtain and sighed, "Go to Zhuyuan."

Jiang Yutang has many private residences in Kyoto, and Zhuyuan is just one of them. It is summer now, the bamboo forest is deep and the weather is cool. He deliberately avoided Shen Qingyun and lived outside for several days, never returning to the house.

The old lady couldn"t see anyone, so she was anxious, and sent people to invite him three or four times in a row. Jiang Yutang just took time to go back.

In the afternoon, with a few breezes, it is rare to be cool.

Jiang Yutang returned to Hou"s mansion and went straight to the old lady Shou"antang. When I went to the main courtyard, there was no one in the room except for the two curtain maids.

Jiang Yutang fluttered, and slanted the gift he brought to his grandmother in his arms, and asked, "Where is the grandmother?"

The prince was handsome and his voice was clear. The little maid looked at him holding a few blooming lotus flowers in one hand, a face even more dazzling than the flowers in her arms. His cheeks were slightly red: "The old lady and others are in the back garden, and a group of people are painting there."

Jiang Yutang didn"t think about it, he raised his foot and followed.

Shou"an Hall was very close to the back garden, and voices were heard within a few steps. Looking at it from a distance, a group of people gathered around, and it was not clear who was who.

Jiang Yutang only stepped forward, and just as he approached, he shouted, "Grandma."

Yingyingyanyan and a group of people immediately turned their heads when they heard the sound. Jiang Yutang raised his eyes, and happened to see a group of colorful clothes, all dressed in plum blossoms and Qingyun.

She stood beside the old lady, surrounded by a group of women. Mei Ziqing"s robe lined her like a ball of white jade, and her face was dazzling with no makeup on.

Among a group of women, at first glance, she is the most dazzling.

Seriously, she is naturally beautiful and hard to hide, Jiang Yutang lowered his eyes and suppressed the look in his eyes.

"Come here quickly." The old lady was very happy when she saw the person, and she waved her hands and asked Jiang Yutang to come forward: "These are your cousins, come and recognize them."

Jiang Yutang started to have a headache. Seeing this scene, he could not wait to leave.

No wonder the old lady saw that Tian"er sent someone to urge him, so she was waiting for him here. In front of a group of people, Jiang Yutang didn"t dare to lose face to the old lady, so he walked over.

"grandmother."

As soon as they approached, a strong fragrance of fat powder rushed into the nose. Every now and then, he looked around.

Over the years, which one of the young men in Kyoto has stood out, everyone has seen it. Jiang Yutang, the prince of Yongchang Hou, has a prominent family, is young and promising, and has a good appearance.

I don"t know how long I have been thinking about others, and it is a dream for many Kyoto women to enter the Yongchang Hou Mansion.

Now the person is in front of him. The young man is dressed in a snow-white long gown. His posture is as straight as jade, his eyebrows are exquisite and handsome, and he is standing in the center with a few lotus flowers in one hand.

This is even more desirable than the rumors outside.

When I was young, I quickly covered my face with a handkerchief. Just one glance, his face was already burning with panic.

"This is your cousin from the Lin family."

Seeing this scene, the old lady was very satisfied. She looked around and finally brought out a woman and said, "Lin Jingwan."

In front of so many people, a woman in a light red skirt stepped forward, moving her lotus steps gently, with a gentle gesture. Facing Jiang Yutang, she gave a generous salute: "Jing Wan has seen cousin Jiang."

Jiang Yutang did not return.

He opened his eyelids and looked at Shen Qingyun behind her through this young lady.

Ever since he hit Cousin Jiang when he heard those three words, he felt a toothache. Nodding indiscriminately, he didn"t even see what the person who was coming looked like, so he moved his eyes away.

Lin Jingwan got up with the help of the maid behind her, a look of disappointment on her face.

Only that expression was hidden for a moment, she raised her head, put on a proper smile again, and said to Jiang Yutang: "Cousin Jiang is just in time, we are just painting."

The maid behind her was holding a brush in her hand, and she really looked like she was painting.

Lin Jingwan"s eyes fell from Jiang Yutang"s face and fell into his arms again, and said with a smile, "Since cousin Jiang brought the flowers, let"s make a new painting and compare it again to let cousin decide the outcome. ?"

The lotus flower in Jiang Yutang"s arms is delicate and dripping, and it blooms just right.

Lin Jingwan was quiet, but her eyes were bound to win. She learned from everyone and did a good job of painting. This move was naturally a show in front of Jiang Yutang.

Everyone present did not know what she was thinking.

Before Jiang Yutang nodded, the old lady behind her clapped her hands and said yes: "Draw, you all paint. If anyone can paint well, today"s lotus flower will be the head of the lotus."

With a sigh, Jiang Yutang raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. This flower was used by him to make his grandmother happy. Besides, a man gives flowers to a woman, which means...

Before he could say a word, a cold voice blocked his mouth from behind: "Count me in."

Shen Qingyun, dressed in a plum green gown, walked to his side.

The elegant jade agarwood dilutes the surrounding fat and powder smell.

Jiang Yutang lowered his eyes, saw Shen Qingyun looking at his face beside him, and said, "I like this lotus flower in bud."