Chapter 19 Like the King
"You, the prince of Great Chu, also ask him for things?" Mo Qitian laughed. He didn't expect that Prince Shi also had such a childish side.
"It's different, why don't you want it? It's rare that your master is so sensible and can distinguish between relatives and strangers! Ask for more so that he can remember who is close to him?" King Shi said with a smile. He was also venting his anger for Mo Qitian and deliberately teasing the Demon Lord.
"And what did he promise you?"
"Let me go to his residence and choose freely. He said I can pick first and then give the rest to his disciples." The King of Buddhism smiled complacently.
"Haha, this old man!" Mo Qitian was very happy, not because his master promised to give Chu Shi the treasure, but because his master fully acknowledged the relationship between him and Chu Shi. He even said that he was his closest person. An old man of over a hundred years old could still say such corny words. It seemed that Qing Yi inherited his talent in this area from his master.
"The Demon Lord has a childish temper. Don't provoke him all the time, otherwise our treasures will fall into the hands of your apprentice." King Shi said jokingly.
"Yeah." Mo Qitian nodded slightly and smiled, "That's true. But then again, won't my treasures be given to my disciples in the future? It's just that I have so many disciples, so it's hard to say how much Qing Yi will get. I can't be too partial either. My eldest disciple Beichen is the one who works the hardest and pays the most."
Having said that, the two smiled at each other, as if they were imagining Qing Yi's expression when he heard this conversation.
"If Qingyi knew that we were saying this about him behind his back, he would probably prefer to drink the peach blossom wine and osmanthus wine secretly rather than give them to us." King Shi drank another glass of osmanthus wine.
Day 2
Qing Yi and Ye Qingyu bid farewell to their master and the Buddhist King and headed to the capital. Mo Qitian and the Buddhist King went to the Buddhist King's Mansion in Jiangnan. There was no conversation on the way, but on this day, Qing Yi and Ye Qingyu arrived in the capital.
"Xiao Ye, the capital of Da Chu is indeed prosperous!" Qing Yi exclaimed.
"Well, just tell me what you like." Seeing this, Ye Qingyu curled up the corners of his mouth into a smile, put on the posture of a rich prince, and said generously to the excited Qing Yi.
"Thank you, young prince. Where are we going?"
"My home." Ye Qingyu answered. It turned out that before the King of the Northwest was stationed in Northwest City, he had a palace in the capital. However, he later stayed in Northwest City all year round, and the palace in the capital was left to the care of the housekeeper.
"Ah, isn't your home in Xibei Wangcheng?" Qing Yi was a little confused.
"There is also a royal palace in the capital. Before my father got married, he built a palace in the capital and was crowned king."
"Oh oh." Qing Yi nodded in sudden realization after hearing this.
The two of them reached the end of a busy street, and before them suddenly appeared a vermilion gate. It was magnificent, with the four characters "Lang Wangfu" engraved on the lintel, shining with gold. At this time, the gate was closed, appearing solemn and majestic.
Ye Qingyu walked forward and gently knocked on the door. After a while, a voice answered from inside the door: "Who is it? Wait a minute!"
Then, with a creak, the side door of the palace opened. The people inside were stunned at first, then when they reacted and saw who was coming, they quickly knelt on the ground and shouted respectfully, "Hey, young prince, you are back! Long live the young prince!"
"Wow!" Qing Yi shouted from the back. Wow, such a big scene. Although he was with Ye Qingyu, he had never seen the aura of Ye Qingyu as a prince. During his time in the martial arts world, Ye Qingyu was always gentle and carefree, and he would never kneel down to pay his respects to him at any time.
"Well, get up!" Ye Qingyu responded.
After the gatekeeper got up, he hurried to open the main gate and hurriedly sent someone to deliver a letter to the housekeeper.
"Young Prince, may you live a thousand years." A dozen more people, both men and women, came over and knelt down in unison to kowtow and pay their respects. Qing Yi looked over and saw Qing Qing among them, but Qing Feng was nowhere to be seen.
"Get up!" Ye Qingyu waved his hand, signaling them to get up.
"Young prince, you are finally back. Lord Qingfeng said that you will come to the capital soon, and your servants have been looking forward to it for a long time." The speaker was a fat old man who was dressed neatly and seemed to be the manager.
"Uncle Lin, this is my friend Qing Yi, who has been staying in the palace for a while." Ye Qingyu said calmly. Manager Lin responded quickly, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the friend brought by the young prince.
He looked young, with three-dimensional features, a pair of slender eyes, thin and strong lips under a high nose bridge, and a free and easy and romantic demeanor. Uncle Lin thought to himself that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.
He couldn't help but sigh. He was old after all, and his memory wasn't as good as it used to be. Otherwise, how could he not remember the people around the King of the Northwest? Back then, he was the eunuch who served the King of the Northwest in the palace. Later, when the King of the Northwest established his own residence and left the palace, he had always loyally waited in the palace in the capital.
As the confidant of the King of the Northwest, he had watched King Chu Lang of the Northwest grow up and was in charge of the Lang Palace in the capital. Every time the King of the Northwest was summoned to the capital, or the young prince Ye Qingyu came back, he was as happy as if he had seen his family.
Qingqing winked at Qingyi in the crowd of maids and greeted him. She and Qingyi were very familiar with each other. During their adventures in the martial arts world, they often bickered and joked with each other. Seeing Qingyi's energetic look, she knew that he was finally well, and she was happy from the bottom of her heart. But now, because she was in the palace and was just a maid, she couldn't speak carelessly, otherwise even if the master didn't say anything, Manager Lin would punish her.
"Qingqing stays, and everyone else can go down. Uncle Lin, get ready immediately. I will go to the palace to meet the emperor. Young Master Qingyi can come and go freely in the palace like I do, without any restrictions." Ye Qingyu ordered.
This gave Qing Yi enough face and respect. Although he had reminded Qing Yi many times to keep a proper distance when outside to avoid criticism, once he returned home, he was still worried that Qing Yi would feel unfamiliar and uneasy due to his status, so he gave him the highest courtesy.
"Yes, young prince, I will prepare it right away." Lin Zongguan understood that this young man Qing Yi was very important to the young prince and must be served attentively.
"Like me?" The young prince's words were too grand, even a little inappropriate. The young prince was a member of the royal family, a noble family. Who could be like him?
Steward Lin was full of doubts, but he would not ask the young prince in front of so many people who this person was, where he lived, and why the young prince said that. At this time, he just had to do what the young prince told him.
After Steward Lin and the other servants had left, Qingqing dared to speak to Qingyi.
"Master Qingyi." He bowed gently.
"Hey, could this be Miss Qing? Why doesn't she look like that to me?" Qing Yi joked.
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