Zhou Jing'an was only ten years old at the time, while Pei Yu had already married into Prince Yi's mansion with his mother. His two older brothers had fallen off a cliff in an accident, one died, and the other had a disease in his legs and could never stand up again.
At that time, Pei Yu had just turned 20 a month ago.
Zhou Jing'an met him at Prince Yi's Mansion.
At that time, Prince Yi's family had lost their beloved son, and the funeral was grand. Zhou Jing'an followed his father to pay his respects. His father went to the study to comfort Prince Yi and asked him to wait in the small garden outside the study.
When Zhou Jing'an was a child, he was a sensible and well-behaved person, even a little rigid. Although he was still a child, he had a calm face.
Just standing in the garden, hands behind his back, waiting for his father.
Then Pei Yu came.
Zhou Jing'an saw Pei Yu in plain clothes, as clear and bright as the wind.
He was dancing with a sword in a corner outside the garden. Bamboo leaves fluttered to the ground. Every blow of his sword was sharp, which made him look cold and aloof.
Later, when Zhou Jing'an thought about it again, he already understood the complexity of human nature and realized that Pei Yu had deliberately let him see him practicing swordsmanship that day.
Because he knew that Jing'an, the son of Prime Minister Zhou, was obsessed with swords.
Zhou Jingan was itching to learn something, so he asked him for advice, and everything that happened afterwards went smoothly.
He treated him as a teacher, and Pei Yu, relying on his reputation, quietly climbed to a high position.
Zhou Jing'an felt as if a huge stone was pressing on his heart, and he felt depressed.
"How did you survive?" he asked.
There was a chill in his aloofness, completely unlike the humble and respectful manner he had in the past.
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