At daybreak, Guyu carried a large box of luggage onto the train. Most of the things in the box were brought by King Yan, and Chen Que and Si Lai only took up a small space.
The carriage ordered by His Highness was very luxurious and spacious. When it stopped in front of the courtyard gate, passers-by had to turn sideways to squeeze through.
Therefore, from time to time, some curious eyes would look towards them, but they would be scared back by the two assassins with knives.
Xie Shiguan went out first, while the mute stayed in the yard to say goodbye to the mother and daughter.
The old lady was holding a few freshly killed carps and hens in her hands, and she insisted on stuffing them into Shen Que's hands: "Take these with you, find a place to stew or roast them on the way, they are all good for your body."
But Shen waved his hands and refused to take it, and then gestured hurriedly: "It will be broken on the way."
It was unknown whether the mother and daughter understood what was said. Tao Yiru first helped him carry the raw food. She glanced at Xie Shiguan and whispered to him, "Your leg injury has not healed yet, and that... that nobleman may not take care of you on the road. You've been exhausted from the journey. If you don't eat something to nourish yourself, your Qi and blood will probably be weak."
"Besides, the weather gets colder as we head north. If we hang these raw foods outside the carriage, they won't spoil easily."
Xie Shiguan leaned against the door frame and looked at him, impatiently urging him, "Aren't you leaving yet, Ah Que?"
Shen reluctantly retreated step by step, and Tao Yi followed behind him like the old lady, reciting all the way: "When you get to the capital, send a letter when you have the chance to let me know you are safe."
The old lady also said: "Come back when you have time. I'll leave the house empty for you. When you're older..."
Chen nodded, with a little moisture in his eyes, and was held by Xie Shiguan's waist and led out.
A villager not far away whispered timidly: "Why does he look like an official?"
A student who had just passed the Tongshi exam last year stroked his slightly graying hair, squinted his eyes, and said in a mysterious tone, "Look at what color the noble is wearing? A purple robe and a golden bag!"
The villagers had no idea what was going on. They were stunned and asked, "How high of an official is that?"
"Third rank, at least third rank! You and I may not be able to see such a person again in this lifetime!" The old student's eyes were full of longing, and there was also a bit of loneliness and regret. "What a pity, he is only that old, but he can wear a purple robe and a golden bag, and I am at my age, I don't know if I will have the chance to see the emperor in this lifetime."
"After all, even if we study hard all our lives, we are still not as good as those who know how to reincarnate." Another low sigh.
"But it's clearly a demon... Could it be that this official came here specifically to find this evil star?"
"Who said it's impossible? I saw him walking away with his arms around him just now. A man who wants to protect even this official, can't he be more noble than this purple-robed official?"
For a moment, all the villagers who were watching felt insecure. They all talked about Shen Que behind his back to some extent, and some of the things they said were not very nice. Thinking of the fate of the bachelor's family, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.
His Highness first stuffed Chen Que and the kid into the car, and then glanced coldly at the villagers. Gu Yu immediately understood, walked over with a knife, and shouted: "Whoever talks more!"
Those people immediately fled in all directions in fear.
Xie Shiguan immediately boarded the car and was quite satisfied with the attire in the car. The cushions, gauze curtains, and even a double couch were not much different from what he had requested.
When paying the deposit that day, the Hu merchant said that all the furnishings here were shipped from Nanjing City. It is said that Nanjing is a den of money, and now it seems to be true.
This carriage was meticulously built both from the outside and inside, and everything on it was exquisitely furnished. If it were transported to the north, it should have been of royal tribute standard.
As soon as the mute got on the car, he held Silai and squeezed into the corner. Xie Shiguan lifted the curtain and looked out, watching the mother and daughter stuff those unpresentable things into Guyu's hands.
"Why don't you come and see me?" Xie Shiguan tilted his head and asked him, "This is the last time."
Shen shook his head sullenly.
Seeing him like this, His Highness simply lowered the curtain and sat on the low couch. After a while, the car body started to move slowly, and he asked again: "Why don't you come to the couch?"
Shen was still curled up there, and when he heard the words, he raised his hand and moved slowly: "It's fine for me to sit here."
There is a warm blanket on the floor and a few cushions. It is clean everywhere and it doesn't matter where you sit.
"Come up and sit," he suddenly said again, "I want to hold you."
The mute was slightly startled, thinking that the kid was still fast asleep. He hesitated for a moment, then put the kid on the cushion. It fit perfectly, making him look like a sleeping cat.
But Shen knew that the hug His Highness was talking about must be more than just a hug, so he slowly moved over, mustered up his courage, raised his hand and gestured quickly: "Can you... not make any noise?"
This was in a carriage, with a sidewalk underneath and houses on both sides. It was completely different from the small house. Shen Que felt very embarrassed at the thought that someone might hear him.
"It was just a hug," Xie Shiguan pretended to be confused, "How could it make a sound? What were you thinking? Your heart is always so dirty."
It was clearly his heart that was in his heart. Once he started to make a fuss, he would not care about anything else. How could he be allowed to raise his hand to make a gesture, or even be willing to discuss things with him? However, it was because Shen had suffered a loss before that he wanted to make it clear with him in advance.
But Shen didn't expect that when His Highness said he wanted to hug him, he would really just hug him.
He made him sit on his lap, and then held him tightly in his arms, squeezing him so hard that it seemed as if he wanted to crush him in his arms.
His Highness did not allow him to wear those tattered coarse cloth clothes, and the new clothes he bought had not been unpacked yet, so what he wore today was still His Highness's casual clothes. The slightly loose collar slid down, and with a slight pull, the smooth and silky skin on the back of his neck was exposed.
The tiny mole in the middle looked as tempting as if it were burning in Xie Shiguan's eyes.
This mute was born to be tortured by him. Even if blood was seen where he was bitten, after a few days, there would be no trace.
He deliberately touched the small mole, and the mute trembled immediately. Xie Shiguan seemed pleased by his reaction, and buried his head in the crook of his neck from behind, laughing softly: "What are you afraid of? I won't bite you."
His tone was so gentle, as if the person who had just dropped the cakes and pastries on the floor was not him.
"You still want to write letters to that widow," Xie Shiguan rubbed and bit his earlobe, torturing half of his ear until it turned red, "I taught you to read, but you never wrote a single word to me, and you didn't even leave a word when you left..."
"How cruel you are," His Highness said bitterly, "You are cruel only to me."
"Even if you return to Beijing, you are not allowed to write to her. Do you hear me?"
The mute started to pretend to be deaf again, shrinking his neck to the side and refusing to answer him, so Xie Shiguan deliberately bit him and hurt him: "You already have a man and even a child, why are you still pestering a little widow like this? If it were someone else, they would have tied you and that widow up and set them on fire if you were restless like this."
Shen was burned by the word "man" in his mouth, and wrote helplessly on his palm: No entanglement...
He and Tao Yiru are both innocent.
"It's up to you to decide whether there is any or not?" Xie Shiguan said shamelessly, "Anyway, you are not allowed to write to her."
It is not known whether the mute took it to heart or not. He got up too early today and the prince could not fall asleep last night. Now, as he was holding the prince in his arms, he finally felt a little sleepy.
"Turn around," he whispered, "let me have a taste."
Shen was stunned.
"Hurry up, I'm thirsty."
Chen didn't really want to give it to him, so he just wrote on his palm: There is water...
He couldn't remember the word "nang", so he quietly skipped it and continued writing: I'll get it.
But Xie Shiguan held him back and wouldn't let him leave: "I don't want water, I only want yours."
Shen was afraid, and wrote hastily: Thinking about it, I want to cry...
I'm going to cry.
But the man behind him didn't care, and coaxed and lied, "I only want a bite, I don't want all of it, you won't even give me a bite?"
Shen Que then slowly turned around, but when it fell into his palm, he could only let him do whatever he wanted. He said he would just taste it, but...
Your Highness is a liar.
…
The mute fell asleep last night, but Xie Shiguan was still awake. He stroked his hair with his fingertips and kissed his temple.
However, Shen frowned slightly in his dream, as if he disliked him very much, so His Highness immediately had evil thoughts in his heart, rolled his fingertips over his lips, and bit his lower lip hard.
The dumb man felt pain and turned his face away in a half-asleep state, his lips slightly open, revealing a little red mark.
Xie Shiguan really wanted to wake him up and shut his mouth, but after hesitating for a while, he gave up and got up to sit next to the desk.
There were three boxes of cakes on the table, placed together with the brocade bag he carried with him. His Highness weighed it casually and found it still heavy. He never cared about money when spending it, so he didn't know whether there was any less money in the bag.
But one thing is certain, even if this mute takes it, he won't be able to take much.
Putting down the purse, he quietly opened the cake box and saw that everything was intact. The piece of jujube cake that the mute had taken a bite of at noon was still inside, which showed that he had really not touched the cakes.
Xie Shiguan suppressed his temper, picked up his leftovers and tasted them. The room was as cold as an ice cellar, and the cakes had already hardened and tasted dry.
His Highness was used to the fine meals in the royal palace in Beijing, so he could not bear the taste of this. He only took a bite and threw the rest on the table.
His Highness felt uncomfortable sitting on the bench, so he stood up and went to the bamboo table to close the window, but before he could stretch out his hand, he caught a glimpse of the neatly packed suitcase.
After coaxing the kid to sleep yesterday, Shen Que obediently packed up his things. He was willing to stuff those junk into the box, but he refused to try on the clothes he had taken great pains to buy for him in town, and he was not even willing to open them to take a look.
He had good intentions and it would have been fine if the mute didn't care about it, but why did he have to trample on it in front of him?
Xie Shiguan's anger, which had been pent up for several days, burst out again. He walked to the side of the tables without saying a word, and suddenly raised his hand, and everything on the tables fell to the ground.
Don't you want it? Then just smash it, throw it down, or destroy it. Why do you put it here to distract him?
Yes, the mute must have done it on purpose.
He turned around and saw that the mute was awakened, holding the whimpering baby and looking at him helplessly.
But the pleasure of revenge was only fleeting, and the mute always knew how to make him even angrier and more out of control.
"Will Your Highness be happy if I eat all of this?"
He didn't understand anything and was so unreasonable that it drove His Highness crazy. He didn't seem to understand what he was angry about. If he was the Chen Que from before, how could he bear to make him so sad?
Xie Shiguan hated him so much. He hated him for stealing Shen Que away and hiding him so deeply that even if he searched heaven and earth, he would never be able to find that shadow again.
How could he treat him like this?
So His Highness began to torture him. He knew that he was embarrassed in the car, but he deliberately made him cry and bit him to make him feel pain. He made a mess of him, and then he wanted to strangle him to death in his arms and hold him to catch up on his sleep.
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