He grew up with fine clothes and fine food, and a sharp mouth. At that time, he tasted the tea brewed by Fakong at the first sip and realized that the tea brewed by Fakong was particularly different. Such good tea could not be wasted.

Put down the tea cup, stood up and strode out quickly.

Fakong said: "Mr. Chu, keep it secret!"

Chu Yu opened the courtyard door and waved to him without looking back.

When he returned to his monastery, the courtyard door suddenly opened.

Zhao Huaishan hurriedly got out of the door and supported Chu Yu.

Chu Yu pushed him away and helped him: "I'm not that delicate!"

Zhao Huaishan did not take back his hand, still holding on weakly, and followed him step by step into the courtyard of the monastery.

Suddenly it felt as warm as spring.

Several charcoal stoves were burning brightly, and the lights illuminated the small courtyard like daylight.

Chu Yu's handsome face was clearly illuminated, as pale as powder, and his eyes were dull and lifeless.

"Young Master..." Zhao Huaishan's eyes turned red and his voice choked with sobs.

Every day when Chu Yu had an attack, Zhao Huaishan would use gentle energy to comb his body and minimize the damage caused by coughing.

Without him this time, Chu Yu was tortured too badly.

Zhao Huaishan felt sad in his heart: As a young prince, he does not have the absurdity of a playboy, but is kind and upright. However, he has to suffer such pain. God really has no eyes!

Chu Yu sat at the table and smiled lazily: "Zhao Huaishan, look at your potential!"

Zhao Huaishan said hurriedly: "Sir, has Monk Fakong gone too far? It's really a lion's mouth!"

Chu Yu smiled, took the tea from Meng Chaoyang, and took a sip.

Meng Chaoyang is thin and tall, with an exceptionally long neck, a round face and small eyes. If you don't look carefully, you would think he has his eyes closed all the time.

Zhao Huaishan was extremely dissatisfied with Meng Chaoyang's diligence and thoughtfulness. He felt that Meng Chaoyang was a sycophant, and he was a critic.

He said seriously: "Master, you really believe him so much, what if he is a liar? He has no ability at all, and you still want to deceive so many benefits!"

"I trust my intuition." Chu Yu put down the tea cup and shook his head.

The same tea leaves, but the tea-making techniques are quite different.

"Sir, if we work so hard..."

"Shut up, Zhao Huaishan." Chu Yu waved his hand: "Do you know what the conditions are? Go ahead and do it."

"But……"

"Um--?"

"...Yes!" Zhao Huaishan clasped his fists slumped and saluted: "Just follow your orders!"

Chu Yu waved his hand.

Zhao Huaishan exited the monastery.
Chapter completed!