Chapter 32 He is just sick, not mentally retarded
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Ji Ziming couldn't believe it. How could he know that?
No, that's impossible. He was sick in bed, and he was practicing far away in Qingyun Mountain at that time. It was impossible for him to know what happened.
Ji Chenchuan laughed again, and he had to remind him again.
"It's fine for me to be in seclusion in the mountains, but the matter of selecting a tutor for the Crown Prince is a serious matter. The Emperor has ordered that all the sons of the noble families must go."
As the eldest son of Marquis Wu'an, he naturally had a share, but he came later than other young masters, and showed up after the prince had decided on a study partner.
But at that time, he was not actually late, but Ji Ziming took action first, so it seemed late.
Ji Chenchuan's eyes looking at Ji Ziming became meaningful again. Don't tell him that all this has nothing to do with him. How come you really think that just because he is a patient and far away in Qingyun, he knows nothing?
He is just sick, not mentally retarded. He is just in Qingyun, not in the underworld. He is also the prince. Whatever he wants to know, isn't it easy?
Ji Ziming clenched his hands, tightening and loosening, loosening and tightening again, and the color of his face changed with the movement of his hands, sometimes blue, sometimes white, which looked very beautiful.
Finally, Ji Ziming said as if he had made some kind of decision.
"So what? I replaced you as the Crown Prince's companion, but I did it with my own ability. If you can't catch up, it only means that you don't have that ability."
"Besides, I am only the prince's companion now, Ji Chenchuan, what can you do to me?"
The matter was already settled, and it had been so many years. What was the point of talking about the past? Time would not go back, and he could not foresee and stop him. So, he would just stay here and be the sick prince. He wanted to see how long he could live.
When he dies of illness, he will definitely use his status as the crown prince to take the throne of the prince again. Now it seems not bad to let him keep it for him temporarily.
Ji Chenchuan laughed. He really wanted him to die. But, he had been wishing for so many years, and was he dead? So, people should not set their expectations too high, otherwise, when they fall, they will suffer a lot.
Ji Ziming looked at the tea and smiled again, "Ji Chenchuan, you're really good at serving people. This is the old mountain vine tea that grandma loves to drink, and it's new this year. You even added a little bitter chrysanthemum powder to it? I'm ashamed of myself for that."
My grandmother loves to drink Laoshanjun tea, but she can't drink too much, so she can only drink it a few times a month. But if you add some bitter indigo powder, it will be different. She can drink it more often because bitter indigo powder is warm in nature, which can just remove the heat in her body.
His father wanted to serve his grandmother very much, and knew that she loved to drink this tea, so he searched the whole city for it, but in the end, his tea leaves could only be left in the tea cabinet to gather dust, because he never thought about the real reason why his grandmother loved to drink it but dared not drink it.
But this sickly prince knew that he could still enjoy drinking and drink more.
He touched the broken teacup again; it was still warm.
This is another aspect where he is not as good as him.
Although my grandmother was a military general and had fought on the battlefield with my grandfather when she was young, everyone thought she was strong and healthy.
But they should not forget that she was injured on the battlefield and she is so old now. Her toughness was a thing of the past and has nothing to do with the present. She is just an ordinary old woman now.
Even though it is March, the cold has not completely subsided. The cold wind blows on your face as you walk along the way. It would be great if you could have a cup of tea warm in your hand.
It would be even better if you could add a soft cloak.
Grandma also went to look for all of her descendants during this time of year, but no one could be as meticulous and considerate as Ji Chenchuan.
To put it bluntly, if he had descendants like this, he would like them too, right?
Ji Ziming stood up and said, "I heard that you like Miss Lin? How about I go and look for a suitable concubine for you? I also want to see what kind of concubine Grandmother has chosen for you. If she is really as the legend says, I, the third brother, will definitely lend a helping hand and will never let anyone snatch her away."
Having said that, he smiled meaningfully, with a flash of sarcasm in his eyes.
He was truly weak. His unmarried wife was actually held by the hand by a poor scholar, and even humiliated in front of the mansion gate? Truly, he had brought disgrace upon the Wu'an Marquisate. Grandmother, did she regret choosing such a man as the Crown Prince?
Ji Ziming stood up and was about to leave.
Ji Chenchuan stopped him and said, "Third brother, next time you see me, please call me Prince. Don't disrupt the rules of our Wu'an Marquis Mansion and make a fool of yourself."
"you?"
Ji Ziming's smile froze on his face.
Once the Wu'an Marquisate selects a crown prince, he will no longer be included in the ranking of the brothers. Other brothers, whether they are older or younger brothers, must respectfully address him as the crown prince to show respect.
Ji Chenchuan ranked fourth in the entire Ji family, but because he was chosen as the crown prince, there was no longer a fourth young master in the family, but only a crown prince. The title of fourth young master was taken away and remained empty.
Therefore, Ji Ziming's first sentence, "fourth brother", was wrong, not to mention that he called him Ji Chenchuan with his full name, which was absolutely not allowed.
Ji Chenchuan sat there calmly, without making any extra movements except for smiling and being gentle. But even so, he managed to completely defeat Ji Ziming.
Ji Ziming gritted his teeth, said yes very reluctantly, then turned and left.
Ji Chenchuan took a sip of the hot tea in his hand. The fragrance of the tea filled the air and lingered on his lips and teeth. It was indeed the best old mountain tea. It was good and delicious.
But when he gently placed the teacup on the table, the green mountains and clear waters behind him made his heart tremble.
Every time the prince did this, they thought someone was going to be in trouble, very unlucky, but this time they were sure that the unlucky one would be the third son, Ji Ziming.
"Is the Crown Prince also going to choose a concubine recently?"
Qingshan Lushui felt dizzy when he heard this.
No way, no way, is the Crown Prince going to make such a big deal out of this? Is the Crown Prince going to have to pay for the Third Young Master's wrongdoing? Crown Prince, will this cause such a big fuss that it won't end well?
However, they had no right to comment and could only answer in agreement.
"Yes, the Empress is going to hold a flower viewing banquet soon, inviting the daughters of officials of the fifth rank and above from various mansions to come to the palace to enjoy the flowers."
This is how banquets in the palace are done. People are called in under some pretext, and then they are allowed to pick and choose as if they were buying groceries.
At the flower-viewing banquet, the ladies admired the flowers, and they admired the ladies.
Ji Chenchuan smiled gently, "Then, let's send a few pots of flowers into the palace to add a touch of spring to the harem."
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