The people in the room were still talking, but Ye Wan didn't dare to listen anymore. He staggered up and ran towards his yard.

The maid in the room heard the commotion and opened the door cautiously to check, but saw nothing, so she could only close the door again in confusion.

Ye Wan returned to the courtyard with a pale face, as if he had lost his soul. The maid who was serving him came up to him and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

"Everyone get out." Ye Wan waved his servants away and locked himself in the room alone.

He thought about those few words of conversation over and over again in his mind, but he could not connect these words with his mother. He always knew that his mother had a bad temper, but her mother was the apple of the eye of the Yin family, and she was doted on by thousands of people.

When she grew up, she later married into the Duke's Mansion, and her father gave in to her in every possible way. Although there were two concubines in the manor, his father rarely went to the aunts' yard. On the contrary, it was her mother who would occasionally send some rewards.

In his opinion, his mother had a bad temper, but she was never bad-hearted.

But those words were heard by him with his own ears, and they were true and indefensible. He didn't even have the courage to rush in and question them.

Because he knew that his mother did all this for him.

Ye Wan covered his face and sat down on the ground with his back against the wall. He came to look for his mother today. Originally, he heard from his servants that his father and mother were going to Yong'an Palace to visit Ye Yunting. He was happy, but he was also afraid that the servants were spreading rumors.

He wanted to go to his mother to confirm. If it was true, he would ask them to take him with them, so that King Yong'an could no longer keep him away.

But I didn't expect to hear such words out of the blue.

He thought of Ye Yunting again.

When he was young, he was very envious of others having an older brother to protect him. Later, when he found out that he also had an older brother, he was very happy. However, his father and mother said that his older brother was weak, so he could only sneak around if he was not asked to disturb him.

I went to see my elder brother.

Later, as he grew older, he went to homeschooling. He also saw that others went to homeschooling with his brothers. After school, the eldest brother took his brothers to horse racing and drank. He was surrounded by some cousins, but he saw

Looking at those people, I always felt that they were just interested in the Duke's Mansion and the Yin family behind him. They were submissive in everything they said and did. Besides, none of them were as good-looking as Ye Yunting.

It's just that Ye Yunting never came to study at home. Later, when he occasionally mentioned Ye Yunting in class, his cousins ​​always looked down upon him, and even other people in the family study looked down upon him. He gradually stopped mentioning it.

But he would still go to Ye Yunting's yard occasionally. He found that Ye Yunting was not an empty-minded idiot who couldn't read Chinese characters as those people said. At least he had seen him practicing calligraphy in the yard, and his handwriting was better than his.

Many more; he would also teach the bookboy around him to read and calligraphy. The bookboy was stupid, but he was very patient. If the bookboy couldn't write, he would teach him step by step how to write. He was much more patient than the teacher at home. At that time, he

He felt that if Ye Yunting came to teach him, his calligraphy would definitely be much prettier than it is now; he even saw him making snacks in the kitchen. The light yellow osmanthus cake was very fragrant. There were only six yuan in total, but he gave the scholar four yuan.

.At that time, he just felt very angry. He was so kind to a book boy, but why did he ignore his own brother?

Later, he stopped watching secretly. If he got any good things, he would always wave them in front of Ye Yunting. However, Ye Yunting's expression was always indifferent. Whether he was showing off or provoking, he smiled politely and treated him with his cousins.

The appearance is no different.

He obviously smiled so tenderly at that stupid book boy, why couldn't he share it better with him?

In the past, Ye Wan always had a lot of complaints in his heart. He wanted to get along better with Ye Yunting, but he couldn't swallow it because he felt that he was not even as good as a book boy.

But today he suddenly understood that the truth that had been vaguely covered by a veil in the past was bloodily torn open after these words.

Ye Yunting should really distance himself from him, and maybe even hate him.

Although they are both young masters in the Duke's mansion, he lives in the best courtyard in the mansion, but Ye Yunting lives in the most remote and shabby courtyard. He has the best food and clothing, and will never wear the same clothes twice; but

Ye Yunting wore the same clothes, but he saw that he had worn them for three or four years. He studied at home when he was young, and went to the Imperial College when he was old. However, Ye Yunting rarely even stepped out of the palace gate, and could only read and practice calligraphy in the courtyard.

…

He had doubts before, but his father and mother always said that Ye Yunting was in poor health and had a weak destiny, so he could not receive too many blessings and had to rest and cultivate his mind.

The more he heard, the more he believed it. Later he stopped asking and just took it all as a matter of course.

Now that I think about it, he was ridiculously stupid.

Ye Wan covered his face, and tears flowed from his red eyes. Drops fell on the ground, splashed, and quickly dissipated. His shoulders shrugged, and a hoarse and dull laugh came from his throat, laughing at himself for being so naive.

Laugh at yourself for being stupid and not realizing it.

He remembered that day when he went to the palace to look for Ye Yunting, and blamed him for not resisting, but a man accepted his fate and got married, causing him to be ridiculed by his friends. However, all of this turned out to be because of him. Ye Yunting didn't resist, not because he didn't want to, maybe

It can't be.

Ye Wan stayed alone in the room for a long time. He recalled those words like a self-torture. At first, he would shed tears. Later, as time passed, his eyes became dry and numb, and he could no longer shed tears.

He didn't know how to face all this, he was caught in the middle, he didn't dare to question his parents, and he couldn't deceive himself anymore.

If the maid hadn't come to call him, maybe he would have hidden in the room and kept running away.

"Master, Master." The maid's voice became more urgent: "Madam is outside, please open the door."

Then Mrs. Yin's voice sounded: "Wan'er, what's wrong with you? The maid said you didn't eat dinner either. Mom asked the cook to make your favorite eight-treasure duck. Come out quickly. It's cold.

It doesn’t taste good.”

Ye Wan wiped his eyes carelessly, staggered up from the ground, and tried to make his hoarse voice sound normal: "I don't want to eat, I have already fallen asleep."

Yin Hongye frowned and asked the maid in a low voice: "Young master, you locked yourself in the room as soon as you came back?"

The maid nodded: "Yes, her face is so pale, she looks like she has lost her soul."

Yin Hongye frowned and continued to knock on the door: "Wan'er, are you feeling wronged outside? If you speak out, my mother will vent your anger."

"No." Ye Wan had a splitting headache. He covered his head and said loudly: "Mom, just leave me alone. I don't want to eat anything, and I haven't been wronged."

He squatted on the ground holding his head, burying his head in his legs as if to escape.

Ye Wan had the temperament of a little bully and had never locked himself in a room like this. Yin Hongye was frightened by him and did not dare to knock on the door again. He only whispered to his personal maid and asked her to leave two wives to listen.

The commotion in the house called all the servants in Ye Wan's yard out to inquire one by one.

…

Ye Yunting didn't know what was going on in the Duke's mansion.

After sending Xue Ping away, he and Li Fengqi went to pay their respects to the old princess.

The old princess believed in Buddhism and was a vegetarian, so she did not have breakfast with them. After the meal, she had to chant sutras and chant Buddhist scriptures in the small Buddhist hall. They could only wait for the old princess to finish reciting sutras before going to pay her respects.

When the two passed by, the old princess had just come out of the Buddhist hall.

Today she was wearing a dark green long coat with a light-colored turban on top. There were Buddhist beads wrapped around her wrists, and the smell of incense was lingering around her.

Seeing the two of them, she nodded slightly and ordered Yiqiu to serve tea.

The three of them sat on two sides, with the old princess sitting at the head, and Ye Yunting and Li Fengqi sitting on one side. Yiqiu came over with the brewed hot tea and said with a smile: "I came back from Rongyang in a hurry, and I didn't have time to pack a lot of things.

There is only this old tea left in the courtyard, please don’t dislike it, princes and princesses.”

Ye Yunting took the teacup and saw that the teacup was filled with tea. He looked at the old princess above with some surprise.

Tuancha is also called tea cake, which is divided into five categories of fine colors and seven categories of coarse colors. The production process is extremely complicated and delicate. Almost all the top products are supplied to the palace, and the rest are also sold to powerful families. The quantity is rare and the price is expensive. Of course, for powerful people

For the Yong'an Prince's Palace, small group tea is nothing.

Ye Yunting was surprised because the old princess even noticed such a small preference as Li Fengqi. He really couldn't understand why the relationship between mother and son was so cold.

——Li Fengqi only likes to drink group tea when drinking tea. He would rather drink plain tea or loose tea if he has tea. This is a little habit he accidentally discovered when taking care of Li Fengqi. At first, he didn't know that when Li Fengqi was in coma,

I accidentally fed him ordinary tea several times. Every time Li Fengqi woke up, he would drink a lot more water to rinse his mouth. Only then did he realize that King Yong'an was very picky about tea.

"I'll ask someone to bring some more new tea this year." Li Fengqi took a sip of tea and said, "If Rongyang has left anything else, mother can just ask someone to get it at the fifth watch."

When the old princess heard this, she said "hmm" and slowly twirled the beads in her hand.

The hall fell silent again.

Ye Yunting found that the mother and son spoke surprisingly little. Every meeting would always end in silence. They seemed to be used to this pattern, but he, an outsider, was sitting on the sidelines restlessly, searching for something to say to warm him up.

However, since he had just arrived, it seemed inappropriate to say anything, so he could only remain silent.

After a cup of tea, Li Fengqi spoke again: "I have something to ask my mother."

"What's the matter?" The old princess paused her hand, and the rotating beads stopped.

Li Fengqi: "It's not convenient to talk about old things here."

The old princess was silent and slowly stood up: "Go inside."

Li Fengqi turned his wheelchair and followed closely behind. When he passed in front of Ye Yunting, he pressed on Ye Yunting's arm: "I'll come back as soon as I go. There are some things... I'll tell you later."

Ye Yunting nodded, he didn't have any dissatisfaction. Although he and Li Fengqi were on the same boat, they had only cooperated for half a month. If it was an important matter, even if Li Fengqi didn't say anything, he would take the initiative to avoid suspicion.

Sometimes the less you know, the longer you can live.

Li Fengqi followed the old princess to the small Buddhist hall at the back.

In the small Buddhist hall, incense is lingering. The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva enshrined on the altar holds a pearl in his left hand and a tin staff in his right hand. The treasure is solemn. On the left side of the Bodhisattva statue is the tablet of the old prince Li Huaiqu, and on the right side is a blank tablet.

The old princess lit three sticks of incense in worship, and Li Fengqi stood side by side with her and also lit three sticks of incense.

After the worship, the old princess slowly spoke, her voice a little hollow in the swirling smoke: "What do you want to ask?"

Li Fengqi looked at the enshrined tablet, closed his eyes, and said, "My life experience."

His eyes fell on the blank tablet. For as long as he could remember, he had seen that blank tablet being enshrined here. There was no name, no birth date, nothing.

He once guessed that this tablet might belong to his twin brother, but he was afraid that his mother would be sad and never dared to ask. Now he had to ask.

When the old princess heard the words, there were some waves in her eyes. After a while, she calmed down again. She knelt down on the futon and said in a calm voice: "I don't know where you heard the gossip, but you are indeed mine and Huaiqu's.

Biological child. If you don’t believe it, you can go to see Mrs. Wen from back then and the medical officer will verify it one by one.”
To be continued...