Yu Chen, because he and his young master were childhood sweethearts.

Shang Qing was initially quite friendly to him, but he rejected the young master. It was one thing for the young master to insist on liking girls, but unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time. In the two years that followed, he brought back a military doctor from the battlefield. The doctor was young and not as good-looking as his young master.

Isn't this a slap in the face to his young master?

Ugh, I passed.

Shen Qichuan, perhaps due to preconceived notions, also disliked Shangqing very much; he believed that anyone who bullied the young master deserved to die!

"Young master, shall we go to Chaoyang Street? I've heard that Jing'an Temple is very efficacious. If you pray there often, you might find a good husband."

Lampwick: "No need, I have someone else in mind."

Shang Qing was taken aback: "Huh?"

The lamp wick, feigning profundity, said, "Far away, yet right before my eyes."

Yu Chen, separated by a door, smiled. So far away yet so close. It couldn't be Shang Qing, who, in the end, still loved him and was playing hard to get.

It has to be said that he succeeded.

It's definitely more interesting than before.

He used to be very obedient, but he was too childish and looked too young. He really treated him like a younger brother.

While Shangqing was still in a daze, the young master had already gone downstairs.

Suddenly snapping back to reality, he dared not delay any longer and hurriedly chased after him. The sound of his shoes pounding on the steps was particularly clear in the quiet stairwell. When he came out of Pear Blossom Studio, the young master was waiting by the roadside.

They followed the master and servant as they merged into the crowd.

Those two sentences lingered in his mind, and he could no longer hold back. He asked, "Young master, though I am far away, I am right before your eyes. Do you intend to take me into your household?"

Her face turned red as soon as she finished speaking.

Although she wasn't really willing, that person was a young master. If, if the young master really liked her, then, then it would be fine.

Shang Qing was in a state of utter confusion. His head was drooping, but he couldn't help but secretly glance at the young master's face, his fingers nervously gripping the hem of his clothes.

Nan Yu: "..."

Xiao Shangqing is a bit outrageous.

"I wasn't talking about you."

Shang Qing breathed a sigh of relief and straightened his back.

His little mouth grinned, and sometimes his expression was exactly the same as his young master's: "That's good, that's good."

He quickly frowned again, thinking with his not-so-bright brain. It wasn't him; the only one closest to them at the time was Young Master Yu. Was Young Master still unwilling to give up?

He asked tentatively, "Young Master, are you Young Master Yu?"

Nan Yu's face darkened, and she couldn't help but reach out and poke Shang Qing's forehead. "Young Master Yu, Young Master Yu, why do you keep mentioning Young Master Yu? Don't talk about him anymore, I don't like it."

Shang Qing pouted, rubbing his forehead where he had been poked, and said aggrievedly, "Then you said it's both far away and right in front of you, right? It's not me, it's only Young Master Yu."

Nan Yu: "Chen Qichuan, you idiot."

Shang Qing's eyes widened.

When he thought of what the young master said—that the bruises on his body weren't from beatings but from kisses—Shang Qing felt completely numb. He kept brainwashing and hypnotizing himself, thinking that it was fine if the young master liked General Shen, at least General Shen didn't have any other men for the time being.

Scratching his head and ears.

The young master's heart is as unfathomable as a needle at the bottom of the sea; I simply cannot understand it.

Nan Yu left, and Yu Chen couldn't bear to listen to the music anymore. After relieving himself, he returned to the private room. He was also tired of the pastries, and casually said to Haitang:

There is a temple on Chaoyang Street that is said to be very efficacious.

Haitang was also very uncomfortable. She felt a little uneasy wherever Qi Ziming was. Temples are good. She took a sip of tea and nodded.

"OK."

Yu Chen smiled.

His eyes flickered slightly, as if he were plotting something.

Pear Blossom Studio was still some distance from Jing'an Temple. Walking would be too slow, so Yu Chen lifted his robe and steadily boarded the carriage. Haitang was attracted by the horses pulling the carriage. Their coats were glossy, shining like silk, and their hooves were strong and powerful. Such fine horses should be ridden on one's back.

So tempted, she looked up, her eyes filled with anticipation, and asked, "May I ride a horse there?"

Yu Chen thought that he might meet Bu Yi while riding a horse.

I've been feeling really cold towards him lately, and I'm always trying to subtly attract his attention. If I'm not careful, I might not be able to guess what he's thinking. If I push him a little, maybe things will turn out the way they were before.

The man's lips curled slightly as he instructed the groom to untie the ropes from the horse's back and put on a saddle. He mounted the horse first. Although Haitang looked delicate, she was skilled in riding and archery. She had more than just her looks to attract Yu Chen.

After mounting the horse, he put his feet on the stirrups and stretched out his long arms.

Seeing this, Haitang smiled, placed her hand on the man's large palm, and used the momentum to support herself, sitting steadily in Yu Chen's arms. The man gripped the reins firmly, squeezed his legs, and the horse, in pain, reared up, kicking up a cloud of dust. Yu Chen controlled the direction, and the horse carried the people towards Jing'an Temple.

Nan Yu was walking with Shang Qing.

Look left, look right.

Everything is new and exciting.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of hooves behind him. Without turning his head, he had already moved to the side. Soon the horse approached, and he didn't even need to turn around to look. He caught a glimpse of Yu Chen on horseback, with Haitang in his arms.

His back view is so dashing.

Yu Chen naturally saw the master and servant as well.

Intentionally increase speed when approaching.

A gust of wind blew, scattering the wick's hair. Shang Qing pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, saying unconvinced, "Young Master, look at Young Master Yu, how annoying."

Nan Yu: "It's really annoying."

Shang Qing: "Young master, shall we find a carriage? It's still a long way to go, we might not arrive until the afternoon."

Looking in the direction Yu Chen had left, Nan Yu suddenly didn't want to go to Jing'an Temple anymore. She said, "Let's go for a stroll on Chang'an Street. Chen Xichuan will be leaving court soon, so let's wait for him at the palace gate."

Yu Chen is also a court official, so why didn't he go to court?

I don't understand, and I don't want to think about it anymore.

In ancient times, there were also many delicious foods along the roadside: fried meat skewers, fried vegetarian skewers, steamed buns, tofu, sesame cakes, sugar paintings, roasted sweet potatoes, roasted chestnuts, noodles with soybean paste, tea eggs, stinky tofu, pumpkin cakes...

It's dazzling.

Nan Yu was so engrossed in walking around that he didn't want to leave. He felt like he could fit a whole cow in his stomach right now. He bought a little of everything and shared half with Shang Qing. The two of them ate until their mouths were greasy, and Shang Qing was very happy.

She thought to herself: I want to follow the young master again in my next life.

They ate heartily, not stopping for a moment.

"Public paper, are we still using the palace to talk about Sister Jiangjun?"

(Young master, shall we still go to the palace gate to greet General Shen?)

Nan Yu forgot about this while eating. Her stomach was half full, but she still wanted to eat. She shook her head with her mouth stuffed full, "I won't marry you. I'll just eat your little hole."

(I'm not going, I'll eat first.)

Shang Qing nodded emphatically, agreeing that they should eat their fill first.

It smells so good.

Jing'an Temple.

Yu Chen dismounted and carried Haitang down. The man was dressed in a black outfit with a black jade belt around his waist, which accentuated his tall and straight figure. Haitang was dressed in a white brocade shirt. She was petite but still quite pretty. The two stepped into the temple gate, where the fragrance of sandalwood wafted among the red walls and green trees.

Yu Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the crowd of people worshipping Buddha.

It landed on the Bodhi tree on the left side of the temple.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts drifting to the young master. He wondered how long it would take for Bu Yi to arrive; he figured it wouldn't be a while. He decided to wait.