Chapter 4: Rumors

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Han Yue was wrapped in a quilt and lay on the bed in a daze, with several pieces of white paper next to the pillow, and a brush lying on the white paper.

After a long time, Han Yue covered her head with the quilt and roared: Don't write, don't write. I can't make this money, and I can't play with this brush sister.

"Three days later, if the young master asks, how should I reply?" Han Yue slowly pulled down the quilt, revealing a pair of black grape-like eyes staring at the ceiling.

After a sleepless night, Han Yue felt that her mental strength was insufficient during the morning exercise, so after fooling herself with a few simple actions, she walked towards the big kitchen.

Xuan Yu Pavilion is not far from the kitchen, walk through the fish pond to the end of the garden, and then turn left and walk 100 meters.

I don't know how big Han Yue is in the Xiangfu, and she doesn't dare to run around on weekdays, Aunt Rong said a lot of rumors about how the lost maid disappeared into the Xiangfu, which made her even more afraid to have other curiosities.

"Xiaoyue, what's wrong with you?"

The voice of the girl who spoke was sweet, the two maids had their hair in a meticulous bun on the back of their heads, and a pair of big eyes flashed.

"Xiaoyan, I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well."

Han Yue couldn't say that she had been sad for the brush for a night, so she could only prevaricate like this.

"Could it be that the little young master's stinky temper has come up again? How long has it stopped! Let me see, where are you hurt? ā€

Xiaoyan's eyes were full of sympathy when she looked at Han Yue. Han Yue couldn't react a little, what the hell is going on?

"It's okay, it's okay." Xiaoyan saw that there were no wounds on Han Yue's body, so she patted her chest and continued: "Little Young Master has a bad temper, you have to be careful everywhere when you do things in Xuanyu Pavilion, the whole house knows that the little young master has violent tendencies, and only you will go to Xuanyu Pavilion to do things stupidly." ā€

Xiaoyan patted Han Yue on the shoulder.

"Does he have a bad temper? I think it's okay! Han Yue thought back to getting along in the past six months, and didn't find that he had an arrogant temper or anything like that.

"Didn't you? In the past, it was said that no less than five slaves and maids were carried out of the Xuanyu Pavilion horizontally, and it was rumored that they were all beaten by the little young master. Xiaoyan looked left and right, and seeing that no one noticed them, she pulled Han Yue behind a wall and whispered: "Some people also say that the little young master beat people to death, and he has also killed people!" ā€

Speaking of which, when Xiaoyan's sympathetic gaze looked at Han Yue, Han Yue felt creepy, feeling like she was looking at a corpse.

"Xiaoyan, don't scare me, I'm cowardly."

"Xiaoyue, you see, there are two sons in the house, there are slaves and maids and guards on the eldest young master's side, and the little young master is here! You're just a slave. Why? ā€

As soon as Xiaoyan said this, Han Yue also began to feel very strange, why?

"Because the little young master is not treated by the master and the lady, I heard that the little master is not born to the lady. He couldn't see that the eldest prince was loved by thousands of people, and he was jealous, and he often poured his anger on his subordinates. ā€

Han Yue felt that the little kid was not the kind of person Xiaoyan said, he was kind and kind from the bottom of his heart, it was definitely not what they said, there must be something greasy in the middle.

Why would someone deliberately slander the little master? Who is behind this? Han Yue planned to find an opportunity to go to Aunt Rong to find out.

Returning from the big kitchen, Han Yue had two more pieces of black charcoal in her hand.

The little young master was already dressed and standing in the morning light, and Han Yue felt that his body was covered with a thin layer of loneliness, perhaps because of his thin back, or the slight coolness of the morning light. Han Yue followed his gaze and saw a butterfly waving its wings in the treetops.

"The life of a butterfly is very short but gorgeous, it has picked the most beautiful flowers in the world, and it is also sad about the short flowering period."

Han Yue listened to his muttering and looked at his face in puzzlement, what made a twelve-year-old boy feel like this?

"Is something wrong?"

"You're back! I didn't come to serve Young Master Ben to wash, and I asked Young Master Ben to do it himself. You say, what's the use of asking you to be a girl? ā€

The little young master changed his previous sadness, and reprimanded with the expression of a slave owner.

"I ...... The slave and maid were sad all night last night, and the brush was disobedient, and the slave and maid fought with it all night, and finally lost. However, the slave maid has thought of a way to solve this matter, no, here! ā€

Han Yue showed the charcoal in her hand to the little young master, with a smug smile on her face.

"Charcoal? What is it for? ā€

"Hey...... You'll find out in two days. Tell me first, what just happened? Why is the slave looking at your expression wrong, is something happening? ā€

It's good that Han Yue didn't listen to Xiaoyan's words, but now that she listens, she also knows that the little young master also has his troubles and difficulties, but he can't ignore it.

"Perhaps, I will have to go to the palace in a few days."

The little young master looked at Han Yue with his eyes, he felt that the girl in front of him was very strange, although she claimed to be a slave, there was no respect on her face, it was more like she regarded herself as her friend.

"Why did you enter the palace? You don't want to enter the palace? ā€

Perhaps it was the idleness of these days that made her forget her environment, and when Han Yue suddenly heard about the palace, she thought of life and death. Inside the high walls is the power that holds life and death. At this moment, she began to face up to reality, she was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and she was also in the circle closest to the imperial power.

The so-called "one glory and one loss", at the feet of the imperial power, between life and death!

"The emperor decreed that his father should send a child into the palace to be the prince's companion. My brother and the third prince are close friends, so I don't want to serve the prince, and I am the only one in the mansion who can go. ā€

Han Yue thought of the party struggle from the words "crown prince and third prince", and after several years of fundraising, he also faced the danger of losing his life at any time.

"Which side is the Prime Minister on?"

Han Yue has seen too many plots like this, and the two sons will serve the two masters, and they will definitely abandon one of the sons. Although she asked like this, she understood in her heart, I was afraid that the prime minister was on the side of the third prince.

The little young master was stunned, how could a little maid understand this, and she could see through the situation at a glance, if she hadn't been mentioned by Mr., and read so many books, how could she understand the truth.

"Father is on the side of the third prince. The mother of the third prince, Concubine Xian, is from our Murong family. ā€

That is to say, the prime minister is the uncle of the three princes.

"Since you don't want to go, or can't go, then think about it."

How can the emperor's decree be pushed away, unless he gambles with a full house.

"Push it off? How difficult! ā€

"What if you suddenly get sick, or if you suddenly have a bad illness?" Han Yue's black grape-like eyes suddenly deepened, almost sucking the little young master's mind, she was so smart.

"Haha...... Still Xiaoyue is smart! How did I not think of that? ā€

The little young master's eyes were shining, and he instantly had an idea in his mind, just as the spring hunt was coming, and he would think of some ways to let the emperor dispel this idea.