Las bellezas de la dinastía Song

Capítulo 92

This is terrible! It seems the Crown Prince is truly enraged. Although I know the scholar wasn't painting him, in his eyes, deliberately using him as a model to create seductive and alluring paintings suggests ulterior motives. Even without ulterior motives, he would certainly consider it a desecration and offense. After all, the body in the painting is indeed his, and he caught the scholar painting him in the act.

Uh, how can we save the scholar?

The scholar, however, was completely oblivious to the impending disaster. He was still kneeling on the ground, holding his hands full of scraps of paper with a pained and regretful expression, hoping to piece them back together, muttering something unintelligible under his breath.

Seeing that the scholar didn't answer and was only busy acting crazy, Yuwen Ke became impatient. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand. I was startled and, without thinking twice, grabbed his arm. "Oh, Your Highness, don't kill him!" I said, and kicked the scholar hard in the buttocks.

Chapter 201: This kid is really cute

The scholar finally snapped out of his daze. Seeing the situation, he immediately understood, jumped up, and without a word, ran away as fast as he could, clutching his butt where I'd kicked him hard. His waddling gait surprised me, making me both amused and annoyed. I seriously doubted whether this guy was used to being beaten; how could someone so dull-witted react so quickly?

I watched as the scholar's attendants ran off behind him before turning back. Yuwen Ke was staring at me with a gloomy gaze. I gave him a fawning smile, but he remained expressionless. He awkwardly released his arm, took a step back, and almost bumped into someone. Then, remembering Mo Yu behind him, he quickly shifted to the side, standing between the two of them. After a moment's thought, fearing for his safety, he quietly took two more steps back, ready to slip away at any moment.

Both of them stared at me coldly. I shivered, a few beads of cold sweat forming on my forehead. "Hehehe..."

Fortunately, the two of them finally turned their gazes away. Mo Yu spoke first, "Your Highness, please forgive that scholar."

Yuwen Ke raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

I didn't expect Mo Yu to say such a thing, which made me quite surprised.

Mo Yu glanced at me, and seeing my curious and puzzled expression, he shook his head helplessly and laughed, "You're desperate to protect him, yet you don't know his identity. I really don't know how you became the Left Prime Minister?"

I stuck out my tongue, feeling a little embarrassed. To be honest, this Left Prime Minister position is just for fun. Although I'm also the leader of the number one gang in the land, knowing that everything is just a matter of a word, I've never doubted the scholar. Naturally, I wouldn't bother investigating his background or identity. Besides, I wouldn't need to investigate, so why would I?

Yuwen Ke snorted coldly, "How I became the Left Prime Minister is a matter between the Crown Prince and Lin Ran. Why is Lord Mo trying to protect that scholar who stole my painting?"

Mo Yu paused for a moment, then said, "Your Highness, that person's name is Xu Youzhi."

"Yes, his name is Xu Youzhi. I knew that too?" I rolled my eyes, still waiting for Mo Yu to continue, but Mo Yu stopped talking and just looked at Yuwen Ke. Yuwen Ke was expressionless at first, then suddenly raised an eyebrow, "It's him?"

Mo Yu nodded.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you beating around the bush with?" I asked impatiently. "Just say what you want to say." By the way, is Xu Shudai really that famous? How come I don't know him? ... Well, maybe he is, he's a renowned courtesan painter. But, could Mo Yu and Yuwen Ke be implying something like that now?

The two of them turned to look at me at the same time.

“He is the son of the former prime minister,” Mo Yu said with a smile.

“The old prime minister was my teacher, and he only had this one son,” Yuwen Ke explained. “Back then, he resigned from his post because his son was so disappointing and he felt ashamed to face his former colleagues. He then secluded himself at home… Unexpectedly, five years have passed, and I will see my teacher’s son here.”

My jaw almost dropped.

“Therefore, it’s impossible for him to have any designs on or cause any harm to the Crown Prince,” Mo Yu smiled.

Yuwen Ke nodded, his thoughts drifting. His expression seemed to reflect on something from long ago, and a warm light appeared in his eyes. This teacher must be very important to him.

"...Uh..." I stammered, barely managing to open my mouth before suddenly finding myself at a loss for words. That scholar, he's really arrogant enough, giving up his perfectly good position as the son of a prime minister to be obsessed with erotic paintings. The image of his bright, clear eyes flashed before my eyes, and suddenly I thought, this kid is absolutely adorable.

Chapter 202: My own disciple is trustworthy

Seeing that Yuwen Ke had become unusually gentle and seemed lost in thought, I quickly and quietly retreated to the side corridor behind me.

I easily retreated into the side corridor. Looking up, I was shocked to see Mo Yu standing there, staring at me with a half-smile. I almost tripped. I threateningly waved my fist at him, then turned and ran. A covered corridor, a vermilion pavilion... Just as I was about to run into the backyard, I suddenly remembered, "You can run away, but you can't hide." If I ran in myself, wouldn't I just fall right into their hands?

Just then, he slapped his forehead, hurriedly turned around, and tried to slip out the side door to wander around the street.

Let's get right to it and get going... Uh... Yu, Yuwen Ke...

I was so frightened that I stood rooted to the spot, too afraid to move. Standing silently behind me was a certain prince, dressed in black with an expressionless face. His eyes were dark and unfathomable as he looked at me.

Ugh, so frustrating...

I swallowed hard. "Uh, is there anything else, Your Highness?" Although we know each other now, the past still casts a long shadow. Whenever my master suddenly runs away or Dark Night suddenly appears, I feel like I'm going to be unlucky. So, my first instinct is to run away.

Yuwen Ke remained silent, only looking at me with deep, unfathomable eyes, as if something was churning within them.

I'm about to faint. She ran over but didn't say a word.

I turned around and left. Who told you not to say anything?

I didn't see Yuwen Ke watching me walk away, his hand reaching out unconsciously, his expression immediately regaining control, and the fleeting pain in his eyes.

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"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Finally, that cold-hearted crown prince didn't cause me any trouble and returned to the palace on his own. I went back to the backyard of Zhongfang Garden. As soon as I opened the door, I saw the figure at the table. He was relaxed, with a calm smile, noble and elegant. His gaze was on me, showing that he was very interested and patient.

I suddenly felt dizzy.

He walked listlessly to the table, slumped over it, and remained silent.

Damn fox, is this how you interrogate someone? Can't you just let me have some peace and quiet? I'm so annoyed...

"Why do you call the Crown Prince your master?" The dead fox leaned back slightly, the chair swaying gently. He closed his eyes, looking as if he was thoroughly enjoying this interrogation.

I was so angry I could have punched him. My eyes darted around, and suddenly I stood up, knocking over the table, spilling all the tea over him. I jumped back a step, covering my mouth and stifling a laugh.

Suddenly, everything blurred before my eyes, and someone who should have been flustered and in a sorry state suddenly stood in front of me, with a slightly mocking smile.

"Also, why does the Crown Prince give off such a different feeling?" Mo Yu asked again.

I was furious and sneered, "Hey, Minister, you've asked the wrong person, haven't you? You're asking about the Crown Prince's affairs. You shouldn't be asking me these things; you should be asking him directly, right? As for why I call the Crown Prince my master, that's naturally because he is my master. The Crown Prince gives off a different vibe. How do I know? Maybe he's a two-faced person after all?"

The more I talked about it, the more I thought this way of cheating was pretty good. I'm going to cheat like this, let's see what you can do about it! Hmm!

"Is he your master?" the fox asked back.