Chapter 270: Following His Highness All the Time

Lu Yao raised his eyes and looked towards the window. It was night falling outside the window.

The moonlight was as bright as a silk thread, penetrating the thin window paper and illuminating the cold face, just like mountains looming in the mist and rain.

"She is not only strong-willed, but also decisive in killing." Shu Yuan fixed his beard and turned the bronze mirror upside down, feeling quite helpless.

Lu Mingchao clearly had the demeanor of a man who could stand tall and proud.

Lu Yao was surprised and felt that he was innocent and could be deceived.

"Perhaps she has already turned the Yongning Marquis's Mansion upside down."

"Instead of worrying about nothing, you should concentrate and think about how to deal with the challenges from Mr. Yu."

"If you can be escorted by Mr. Yu, and enter the capital after passing the autumn examination, you will be able to truly protect yourself. By then, the noble officials will not dare to easily take you as a son-in-law, or plot against you or humiliate you at will."

"You are strong, so she can thrive and gain more power."

Lu Yao raised his eyes and said seriously, "Mr. Yu seems to be suspicious."

Shu Yuan smiled bitterly, "Mr. Yu will only think that I taught you when you were young."

Everyone in the world knew that the late emperor had died suddenly, and he had willingly been buried with him.

He brought shame to the intellectual community, and his teachers and classmates were all ashamed of him.

Shu Yuan, who was famous throughout the world for his amazing talent and who claimed to have mastered the literary spirit of the Eight Fights, is dead!

"Don't worry, Mr. Yu must be cherishing your talent, so he is willing to test you."

"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep first."

Shu Yuan stood up, opened the door and walked out.

The night breeze filled with the scent of spring slowly blew in, lifting the corners of her robe and brushing her dark hair.

Shu Yuan only felt that something was quietly growing in his heart.

Teacher, do you still remember him?

Looking forward to it, but also afraid.

At that time, he was the youngest disciple under the teacher.

The teacher would always praise his extraordinary talent and the inspiration of his writing, but would also patiently advise him to be more modest and restrained, and remind him that rigidity can easily lead to failure and extreme wisdom can lead to injury.

A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind; a pile that stands out on the shore will be washed away by the current.

Being young and frivolous, he sang and drank with the young prince, wandered around hand in hand, and let his mind run wild.

The young prince ascended the throne at a young age.

At some point, the person who shared the same aspirations with him suddenly had different thoughts and developed an obsession that was difficult to erase.

Obsession is like a raging fire that spreads across the prairie and can easily drive one insane.

Especially since that person is an emperor who wields power in every move.

The emperor's wanton behavior, which he longed for day and night but could not get, would be a disaster for the country.

The famous scholars and writers in the world are like bamboo and cypress, which can be destroyed but not humiliated.

If the news spreads, the political situation will be in turmoil and people will turn against the government.

He can only purify himself.

Shu Yuan suddenly transformed into Supervisor Shu.

He was deserted by his relatives and friends and despised by everyone.

I still remember the soldiers in the northern border, covered in white snow.

After drinking, the prince threw away the plain oil-paper umbrella in his hand and asked him with bright eyes, "Shuyuan, would you like to walk with me to enjoy the snow?"

Snow fell on the prince's head, and his black hair turned white.

At that moment, he did not see the affection in the prince's eyes, nor did he hear the deep meaning in the prince's words.

He said, "Shu Yuan will always follow His Highness."

"Rain or shine, snow or frost."

He thought that in the future, the prince would be the king and he would be the minister, and they would get along well with each other.

Wherever the brows go, the sword's tip will follow.

He will work side by side with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to create a prosperous era.

Now thinking about it, it was just a dream.

When I woke up, everything was different.

He and his prince shared the same bed but had different dreams.

However, it cannot be denied that he and the prince did have a youthful period of high spirits.

They played a game of chess, tit for tat.

They talked all night long, expressing their feelings freely.

They disagreed and argued, then smiled at each other.

The prince in my memory is truly as dazzling as the stars in the sky.

The eldest son of Emperor Wencheng was the undisputed legal successor.

He is courteous and humble, kind but moderate, has a good sense of the general situation, and is able to make decisions.

He deserves the saying that the king is the foundation of the country and the ceremonial vessel of the country.

However, his existence became a rift in the foundation of the country and a flaw in the ritual vessels.

He resented the prince's insistence, but he also believed in his ability to govern the country.

Therefore, after the prince ascended the throne, between the emperor's prestige and his personal reputation, he chose to sacrifice himself.

It was he who deceived and flattered himself, and it was he who misled the emperor.

The scholars of the world can spit on him, insult him, and scold him; they can clear the emperor's side but they cannot rebel against the emperor.

He thought that if the prince could become a wise ruler and bring peace and prosperity to the country, it would be worth it.

After many years of companionship, the young emperor was just as he had hoped, working tirelessly in governing the country, getting up early and staying up late, being close to the wise and keeping away from the cunning.

However, the emperor who had drastically eliminated all evils died.

He died in his prime years, when he was most mature, stable, at ease and full of energy.

The emperor died, and his hopes died with him.

He knew that at the moment he purified his body and entered the palace, he also had attachments.

He placed his incomplete body and hidden sick soul on the emperor and on the achievements made by the emperor.

It seems that as long as the emperor's achievements are as brilliant as the sun and the moon, and the light of the sun and the moon shines on him, he will still be the genius Shuyuan!

His teacher might forgive his rebelliousness.

With a smile on his face, he patted his shoulder and said, "My disciple, the proud son of heaven."

The emperor is dead.

His obsession turned to revenge for the emperor.

In fact, he knew that Shu Yuan was no longer Shu Yuan.

"Shuyuan."

Lu Yao spoke loudly.

The clear voice seemed to deliver a piece of driftwood or a reed to Shu Yuan, who was drowning in the past, allowing him to float up and catch his breath.

"You really think I don't know that you've been unable to sleep since you left Changxi Village. You look in the mirror by candlelight, wiping off the fake makeup on your face and repainting it again and again."

"Since you want to meet him, why don't you come with me to meet Mr. Yu tomorrow?"

"Even if we don't know each other, it can still comfort our confused and lost hearts to some extent."

In an instant, Shu Yuan felt like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

He suddenly jumped up, opened his mouth and stammered, "No."

"Don't bother me all the time. I can have some quiet time while you're gone."

Lu Yao said calmly, "It's the quietest place to hide in a cemetery. The only time it gets disturbed is during the Qingming Festival and the Zhongyuan Festival. Do you want to go?"

Shu Yuan: ...

Shu Yuan glared at Lu Yao with resentment.

"Lu Santu, please respect your parents and elders!"

Lu Yao's expression remained unchanged. "Are you going or not?"

Shu Yuan was stunned. "You really want me to go to the grave?"

Lu Yao's heart skipped a beat. "Go and see Principal Yu."

Shu Yuan scratched his ears and cheeks, as if he had fleas. "Then let's just meet briefly."

"Just say that I am your old servant."

Lu Yao: …

Lu Yao glared at Shu Yuan angrily, then buried his head in his desk again, studying the difficult questions assigned by Principal Yu.

Shu Yuan is right about one thing.

Only if he becomes strong can he become a help to the Ming Dynasty.

Mr. Yu is a banner for literati all over the world.

He needs Mr. Yu's prestige and influence.

The night passed gradually and the sky turned pale.

All the officials who came to the morning court one after another saw Lord Lerong kneeling outside the palace gate.

The personal maid read out the letter of apology and repentance that Lerong County Lord had copied overnight in a loud and melodious voice, making sure that every word could be clearly heard by the officials waiting for the morning court.

Marquis Yongning was sweating profusely and was extremely speechless.

Is this an apology and repentance?

This was clearly flogging his corpse in public.

Marquis Yongning, who had not slept all night, was exhausted both physically and mentally, and almost passed out.

The surprise came too fast】