Chapter 73: He is just sick, not really weak
Giving a hairpin as a gift is easy.
But.
How to send it, how to send it, whether to send it openly or secretly, and whether Miss Lin Er will accept it, these are all problems.
Why did his clever prince become so confused this time?
Looking at Miss Lin Er, she would definitely not accept the prince's things for no reason, right?
"...Prince, why are you looking at me like that?" Did he say anything wrong?
Ji Chenchuan felt that Qingshan was very talkative and annoying.
He is the master, so he naturally knows how to give gifts. Giving gifts depends not on anything else but sincerity. He just doesn't believe that Lin Qingjun will not accept the gift he gave with sincerity?
If all else fails, he will cry in front of her and act weak. Qingjun is the most soft-hearted person, and she will definitely accept it.
Qingshan Lushui's lips twitched again. If they were not mistaken, this behavior of his young master could be called "shameless and cheating", right?
Ji Chenchuan didn't care. He immediately went to find an exquisite brocade box to put the jade hairpin in. He also needed to practice tying a beautiful bow. He also needed to think about whether to give it with one hand or both hands? Should he smile, laugh, or flatter when giving the gift?
Thinking of this, Ji Chenchuan shook his head. No, he still had to feel wronged. Only when he felt wronged would Lin Qingjun feel more distressed for him. In this way, she would not be able to say the word "refuse" no matter what.
"Ji Chenchuan, you rebellious son."
Just as he was thinking about how to deliver this most important thing, an angry voice came straight at him, and then something in the air smashed towards him.
Qingshan Lushui was startled. One of them stood in front of him, and the other punched the unknown object flying towards him.
There was a thud and a clang of something falling to the ground.
The thing in the air was smashed to pieces.
Everyone gasped as they looked at the fragments that fell to the side.
If they were not mistaken, this thing was called a caltrop, right? And it was made by the master himself. He said he made it for fun, but in fact, everyone in the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion knew that he made this thing to deal with his family's son.
Caltrops were originally small things that were wrapped around wire and placed on the walls of hunting grounds. One purpose was to prevent prey from escaping, and the other was to prevent people from outside from climbing over the wall.
However, the old man modified the caltrops. There was a round iron lump in the middle as big as a fist, and the lump was covered with sharp iron spikes. If you were hit by it accidentally, your skin would be torn and your flesh would be covered in blood.
Uncle Ji once used this thing to kill a tiger in a cage.
And today, the master actually used this thing to smash the prince fiercely? If it weren't for their extraordinary skills, once the prince was hit by this thing, how could he survive? If not dead, then crippled.
If the Crown Prince dies, then the position of the Crown Prince of Wu'an will be vacant. Wouldn't Master Ji have the opportunity to seize the position of the Crown Prince?
If the prince is lucky enough not to die but becomes disabled, the already frail prince will be disabled and will not live long. Similarly, the position of the prince of Wu'an Marquis will be vacant.
In other words, as long as Master Ji's caltrop hits the prince, whether he is dead or disabled, the position of prince will be vacant.
Wow, what a deep calculation, what a cruel method.
The abacus beads have even crashed onto their young master's face?
Ji Chenchuan looked at the fragments on the ground, and the corners of his handsome lips curled up slightly. He picked up the fragment gracefully, looked at it carefully, and his smile deepened.
"Uncle, you're really thoughtful. You've even polished the spikes of this caltrop to a shine. What? Are you trying to make me die faster?"
Qingshan Lushui's face turned pale again. He looked carefully at the fragments that fell on the ground. Sure enough, the spikes of the caltrops had been carefully polished, and were pointed and sharp. Under the moonlight, they emitted a cold light that made people's scalps numb.
Uncle Ji's dirty heart is really not concealed at all.
Ji Guitian didn't feel that he was wrong at all. He smiled coldly, "What do you mean by dying faster? Did I say that? And Ji Chenchuan, although you are the prince, according to etiquette, I am still your uncle. How come this is how you should treat your uncle?"
The smile on Ji Chenchuan's face remained unchanged, but those who knew him knew that the more beautiful his smile, the more it showed that he was angry.
The consequences of angering him are often not good, including his uncle Ji Guitian. Back then, when he was a child, this uncle had suffered at his hands more than once. After so many years, the methods of this sickly prince have only become more fierce than before.
He is just sickly, not really weak.
Ji Chenchuan played with the sharp thorn in his hand, calmly and leisurely.
"Uncle, you can't convince me, so you're going to use filial piety to pressure me?"
"But as the saying goes, if the elders care for the younger ones, the younger ones will naturally respect the elders."
He was the one who started it, yet he wanted a junior like him to still respect him? There was no such thing as that in the world, right?
Ji Guitian swallowed his anger, "You? ...But, as the saying goes, a gift from an elder should not be refused. Even if I give you poison, you must drink it respectfully."
Ji Guitian was still a little dazed as he looked at his nephew, who looked more and more like a god in the moonlight.
It has to be said that all the people in his second brother's family are as beautiful as fairies. His second brother Ji Guiyan is the man that the princess of Daqi Kingdom wants to marry. His second brother's wife Su Xiuran, although not a daughter of an official, is also extraordinary. And this Ji Chenchuan showed an amazing appearance when he was five years old.
Now that he has grown up and his appearance has matured, coupled with his Taoist and immortal demeanor, he is even more attractive.
In today's Daqi, if he is called the second most handsome man, no one dares to claim to be the first.
No wonder the emperor likes him. Just his appearance makes it impossible to dislike him.
Ji Guitian frowned, thinking of his three good-for-nothing sons, none of whom could compare to him in appearance.
Especially the third son, Ji Ziming. He used to think that he had a pleasing appearance and was praised as a fairy boy since he was a child. When he grew up, he was even praised as Young Master Moshang. He also thought he could win this time, but when he saw Ji Chenchuan coming down from Qingyun Mountain, he realized that he was not even as good as one of his fingers.
Ji Guitian bit his back teeth again and again, suppressing his anger again and again, and finally suppressed the urge to tear Ji Chenchuan's face.
"Don't talk about anyone else, Ji Chenchuan. I want to ask you if it was you who caused Ziming to be beaten?"
His third son, the one favored by the Crown Prince, the only one who could challenge Ji Chenchuan, was beaten for the first time, and by the Crown Prince? This had never happened before.
He also investigated. They took the man named Daoming out. When they came back, the prince blamed Ziming for his poor performance and gave him twenty lashes of the cane.
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