Chapter 179: The Young Master is Overconfident
When Chang arrived at Mingjin's residence, a disheveled maid stumbled out of the room and almost bumped into Chang.
"How shameful!"
The maidservant beside Chang scolded loudly.
The maid knelt down in panic: "...Madam! Please forgive me!"
Chang took a look at her messy dress and hair, then heard the sound coming from the inner room, and walked in quickly with a gloomy face.
The first thing she saw was Ming Jin pinning another maid down on the couch. The maid was crying and struggling for mercy: "... Please, my lord, spare this maid!"
Putting aside other things, just say that this is the holy place of Buddhism in Dayun Temple, and the saints are praying here. If such things are spread out, the prince will at most be reprimanded and confined, but these slaves will lose their lives! "Spare you?" Ming Jin leaned over and suppressed the maid tightly. Hearing this, he grabbed her hair and looked sinister: "It is your blessing that this prince is willing to take you! But you beg me to spare you?"
"Don't think I don't know...you bitches are secretly talking about and spreading rumors that I'm inhumane!"
The maid shook her head and cried: "I dare not, I don't have it!"
"Are you afraid or don't have it?" Ming Jin was enraged again. He grabbed the maid's hair and exerted more force. A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are lucky today... I might as well let you try it yourself!"
As he spoke, he began to tear the maid's skirt.
"Asshole! What are you doing!?"
Chang's furious voice rang out.
Ming Jin, who was sitting on the couch, paused when he heard the sound and turned to look.
Chang's face was extremely gloomy: "Everyone, get out of here!"
The maid took the opportunity to climb down from the couch. Without even bothering to wipe her tears, she bowed to Chang in fear and trepidation, then quickly retreated.
Chang said in a deep voice: "Watch their mouths."
The maid beside her answered "yes" and closed the door as she left, hiding what was happening inside.
Ming Jin stood up, his robe half untied, and his face did not show the panic of having done something wrong. Instead, he asked indifferently, "Why is mother here?"
Chang took two steps forward and raised his hand suddenly.
“Bang!”
She slapped her son hard in the face.
Ming Jin's face was hit and tilted to one side, and his already unstable body staggered.
"I'm asking you what the hell you're doing!"
Ming Jin laughed strangely and turned back: "Didn't mother see everything?"
"You..." Chang's cheeks trembled in anger, "Do you know where this place is? Didn't the last confinement teach you a lesson? If you get into trouble again, who can you expect to protect you?"
"Did I come here willingly?" Ming Jin's face also showed long-suppressed dissatisfaction, "First, I went to the imperial mausoleum to worship my ancestors, and now I have to stay here for three days. I have to run around and sleep poorly every day, and I have to eat these bland and hard-to-swallow things... If mother really cares about my health, why did she force me to come here!"
These were secondary. What he couldn't stand the most was the strange looks those disciples gave him! Although the detailed news of his injury had been suppressed by the government and had not been widely spread, most of the disciples at the racecourse that day knew about it and it couldn't be concealed! He didn't know what those people had been speculating and making fun of him in private these days...
This is the most important face and dignity for a man, how can he not care!
"Why did I force you to come here? How could you ask such a stupid question?"
Chang pointed out the window and said, "If you were not blind, you would have seen how your two good half-brothers are following your father around... If you continue to be so unpromising, at worst, the position of the Crown Prince of the Duke of Ying's Mansion will be taken over by someone else tomorrow!"
"Whether the position of the Crown Prince is changed or not, what does it have to do with whether I come to the Imperial Mausoleum or not?" Ming Jin sneered, "What is the key point, mother, don't you know?"
"If I cannot continue the Ming family's bloodline, then no matter how well I, as the prince, appear to behave and how close I get to my father, what's the point?"
"Father cares more about whether I can have more offspring!"
Now that things had come to this, facing Chang's face that was filled with anger, Ming Jin simply vented all the emotions that he had been suppressing.
"Mother now only knows how to scold and blame me for not living up to my expectations, but I still remember that it was my mother who had people strangle my flesh and blood three times!"
When he mentioned this, Chang's lips trembled.
"How dare you bring up these things... You are the heir of the Duke of Ying's mansion, and you haven't married yet. If you produce a bunch of illegitimate children whose mothers are either maids or prostitutes, how can you save the Ming family's reputation? How can you find a good marriage?"
"Everything I do is to clean up your mess, and every thing I do is to think and plan for you!"
"That's a nice thing to say..." Ming Jin's eyes showed a hint of irony, "But if mother hadn't been so picky, wanting someone who was easy to control and from a high-class family, no noble lady would be in her eyes...why would I have delayed marrying a wife until now? If I had already married and had children, why would I lose my position as the crown prince just because of an injury!"
"Is this what mother meant by 'for my own good'?"
In the final analysis, all of this was caused by his mother who always wanted to control everything! Looking at those eyes that were already filled with hatred, Chang folded her trembling fingers and said firmly: "Is it because I am picky, or is it because you have a bad reputation that things are not going well for the marriage... How could I give birth to such a useless bastard like you!"
Ever since she married into the Ming family, she had everything firmly under her control. The most out-of-control thing in her life was giving birth to an unhappy son.
If she had a normal son, even if he was mediocre, as long as he was obedient, she wouldn't have to worry about keeping her position at this age! But she had no choice but to continue to put her hopes on this unsatisfactory son.
Perhaps he was right. As the heir of the Duke of Ying's mansion, he only needed to have the ability to continue the family line...
As long as he can give her a grandson, she doesn't care whether he is dead or alive!
Chang closed her eyes patiently and said, "I will find a good doctor to heal your wounds... Before that, you just need to behave yourself and don't cause me any more trouble."
Ming Jin's face suddenly turned red: "Don't worry, mother. After a month of rest, my injury has healed!"
Chang looked at him with a sneer.
In this kind of situation, it is not enough to just talk tough.
If he could be so strong in other aspects, she would save herself a lot of worries.
Chang didn't want to say anything more. Before leaving with her maid, she had the maidservant beside Mingjin removed and only left the servant to serve him.
Ming Jin was so angry that he smashed everything that could be smashed in the meditation room.
Finally, he looked at the trembling servant kneeling beside him and said, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and bring me my medicine for today!"
Thinking of the two maids who were taken away, the servant said uneasily: "But after the Madam found out last time, she didn't allow you to take this medicine anymore..."
"Why, are you afraid of my mother?" Ming Jin walked towards him, bent down slightly, and said with gritted teeth: "Then do you believe that I can kill you right now, chop you into pieces and throw you to the back hill to feed the wild dogs?"
The servant turned pale, raised his hand and slapped himself twice: "I know I was wrong, I was too talkative!"
Ming Jin looked at him coldly: "Where's the medicine?"
The servant quickly sat up, took out a porcelain bottle from the box, and handed it to Ming Jin with both hands.
Ming Jin poured out two pills and put them into his mouth, threw the porcelain bottle to the servant, and sat back on the couch.
This medicine has a miraculous effect of nourishing the yang and strengthening the libido. Soon after he took it, he felt hot all over his body and his lower abdomen was restless.
He knew that he had always been gifted in this area and was incomparable to ordinary people. Since the most important things were still there, and with the stimulation of drugs, how could there really be no hope?
He knew his own body well. Whether something on his body could still be used was not up to outsiders or the doctors! He felt that he had recovered enough, and thought that he only needed to test the two maids to prove that he had regained his virility, so as to dispel the rumors and restore his reputation...
The increasingly intense feeling of heat deep inside his body gave Ming Jin more confidence. He was only annoyed that his mother was nosy and took his two maids away.
Not long after, a servant came in and took out a neatly folded piece of letter paper from his sleeve: "...Sir, this is something the lady of the Feng family secretly gave to me, asking me to pass it on to you."
"The Feng family?" Ming Jin frowned and thought for a moment before he remembered which one it was.
Oh, it’s the granddaughter of Lady Xie, Feng Min.
After the identities matched, a shy girl's face appeared in his mind.
It turns out that she was also in Dayun Temple at this time.
Ming Jin took the letter paper, unfolded it and took a look.
The girl expressed concern about his injury in the letter, but the other party probably didn't know the details. Like most people, he only knew that he was injured at Furongyuan Racecourse during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
In addition to expressing his concern, he also asked him whether he would go to the back mountain to pick chrysanthemums tomorrow.
Ming Jin read this and subconsciously asked, "Picking chrysanthemums?"
The servant explained promptly, "The saint has ordered the abbot to set up a blessing ceremony in the Hall of Heroes. I heard that the ladies and gentlemen from various mansions will go to the back mountain to pick chrysanthemums early tomorrow morning to offer to the Hall of Heroes."
Picking chrysanthemums around the Double Ninth Festival is a custom, and it is a time to pray for blessings. The delicate men and women in the capital cannot do other heavy work, so picking some chrysanthemums and placing them in the palace is considered a sincere offering.
Ming Jin didn't know what he was thinking of, and smiled: "Okay, then I'll go and join in the fun tomorrow."
…
That afternoon, Chang Sui'an came to Dayun Temple.
He had just returned from Xuan Ce's camp. On the way, he thought of his father who was on the march, so he decided to stop by Dayun Temple to pay his respects and burn some incense before returning to the city.
When I arrived, I realized that the emperor was here to pray for blessings, and my sister was also there.
Chang Sui'an found Xier and learned that his sister was in the Tiannv Tower, so he went to look for her, but was stopped by a martial monk outside the tower.
Seeing this, Ming Luo came over and saw the young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes raised his hand to salute her seriously: "Ms. Ming, I heard that my sister is in the tower praying for my father right now. I wonder if I can go in with her?"
Since they are all children of the Chang family and have the same father, I think he can go in. If he can go in and keep his sister company, it will save his sister from being bored in there alone.
Ming Luo said solemnly, "It is a good thing that Chang Langjun has this sincerity, but the Heavenly Maiden Tower is different from other places. The blessing ceremony inside has already started yesterday. If it is interrupted in the middle, it may damage the meaning of the blessing."
My aunt has instructed that no one is allowed to disrupt this test within these three days.
Chang Sui'an understood that this meant that his sister could not come out and he could not go in.
He didn't say any more, just nodded and looked towards the inside of the tower.
Ming Luo reminded, "There is another blessing ceremony in the Hall of Heroes. If Chang Langjun wants to stay and pray, he can go there."
Chang Sui'an naturally wanted to stay. Firstly, he sincerely wanted to pray for Chang Kuo, and secondly, he wanted to stay and wait for his sister.
So he nodded: "I understand, thank you Ms. Ming."
He bowed to Mingluo again and said, "Thank you, Miss Ming, for taking care of my sister these past two days."
Although they are all members of the Ming family, this female historian seems to be impartial and rigorous, and seems very different from Ming Jin and others.
He remembered that his sister had said before that it was more difficult for women to get things done in this world than for men. It was not easy for this Ming Dynasty lady to become a female official participating in government affairs. For this reason alone, she was worthy of respect.
So he was extra polite to Mingluo at this time.
Hearing this entrustment, Jian Tong felt a little relieved that his lover was becoming more and more like an adult.
Ming Luo nodded slightly. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the young man say, "Could you trouble Ms. Ming to tell my sister that I'm here. I've been waiting for her in the temple for the past two days. Let her..."
The young man paused as he spoke, then quickly waved his hands: "No, no, forget it, let's not talk about it for now. I haven't seen you for so long, my sister must miss me a lot. If she knows I'm here, it will be bad if she can't stay in the tower."
Sword boy: “…”
It seems that Langjun is overconfident.
Ming Luo said "hmm", without listening to Chang Sui'an's chatter, and turned back into the tower.
Chang Sui'an, who missed his sister so much, stood outside the tower for a long time before he reluctantly left and went to Valhalla.
On the way, he met Cui Lang.
"Brother Sui An!"
Cui Lang rushed over in surprise, as if he had seen a relative, and almost burst into tears.
He originally followed the emperor to the imperial mausoleum to pay homage to his ancestors. He thought his good friends would also go, but who knew that his master didn't go, Brother Qiao didn't go, and most importantly, Miss Qiao didn't go either.
When they arrived at Dayun Temple, they finally got their master, but he was stuck in the pagoda and couldn't come out. He couldn't see anyone and could only stay alone.
Fortunately, God had mercy on him and sent Brother Sui'an here! Cui Lang put his arm around Chang Sui'an's shoulder and complained, "...Since no one came, no one told me in advance, so I don't even have anyone to talk to these days, and I can only talk to a cow all day long."
He has now been transformed and is no longer the Cui Lang of the past. His former playboy friends can no longer catch up with his level.
Chang Sui'an listened to him complaining for a while, then asked, "Is Grand Commander Cui also in the temple?"
After all, he is now a member of the Xuan Ce Army. When he comes here, he should report to his superiors first.
"You mean the eldest brother... He returned to the city early this morning. It seems that he had some urgent business." Cui Lang did not know that Cui Jing had left the capital under the secret order.
Chang Sui'an didn't ask any more questions after hearing this, and the two of them went to Valhalla together.
When they were about to enter the palace, they met Li Lu, the prince of Prince Rong.
Good night, everyone! (I just realized that Xiao Cui has not appeared in the character column. Let me give Xiao Cui a name today. I will add him now. After he passes the review, please give him some love every day ＾3＾) (End of this chapter)
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