Sheng Fu

Chapter 725 Everyone has his own story

At night, Bailu Academy.

The starry sky of Bailu Academy is as quiet and prosperous as ever, as if I have returned to my childhood.

Inside the manor, Jing Peiyao entered the kitchen and cooked her specialty for her master, while Pu Weiqing was sipping tea in the inner hall. It seemed as if everything had returned to the way it was before and all he had to do was wait for dinner.

All in all, Jing Peiyao had been cooking for Pu Weiqing for many years.

Speaking of which, Jing Peiyao has always lived in the courtyard of the dean at Bailu Academy. No matter what Pu Weiqing and Jing Peiyao think, in the eyes of outsiders, Jing Peiyao has always had a superior status during her student career at Bailu Academy. Therefore, some factional disputes among the students of the academy have never affected Jing Peiyao.

During her student life, Pu Weiqing protected Jing Peiyao very well.

Jing Peiyao can also calm down, practice, and delve into pure academic knowledge and principles, so she has a good foundation. If she were a man, she might have achieved greater success.

But only the two of them knew that over the years, Pu Weiqing had taught Jing Peiyao carefully, and in addition to practicing, she had also been cleaning the manor. They were both master and apprentice, as well as father and daughter.

Even after getting married, this feeling has never changed.

Not long after, Jing Peiyao brought shredded potatoes, pumpkin soup, braised pork, and shredded pork with fish flavor to the table.

Just like before, Pu Weiqing would not help when Jing Peiyao did these things.

"Have you made peace with each other?" Pu Weiqing asked softly after sitting down.

Jing Peiyao thought about it briefly and said softly, "It is."

"After tomorrow's banquet, my heart did waver a little."

"But I understand that only Xiao Huangyue is the most orthodox descendant of Empress Fuyao. As for me, I have eaten at three restaurants, and even if I have absorbed the essence of all three restaurants, I am still myself, not the pure orthodoxy of the Fuyao sect."

"Because I can be your legitimate princess and the legitimate princess of the dragon clan."

"I thought about it for a long time and felt that this matter needed an explanation."

"If I follow Master Fuyao's path without hesitation, I may be able to make a name for myself and see the beautiful scenery that only I can see."

"But there are some things that you can't be stubborn about."

"In this era, for some people, being stubborn is the right thing to do, but for me, being stubborn may lead to a vicious cycle."

Pu Weiqing heard this, and he neither felt relieved nor embarrassed for Jing Peiyao. He just said gently: "The world is full of troubles, but the road is brilliant. Just be yourself."

Jing Peiyao was slightly startled, then revealed a well-behaved smile and said, "Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

Being yourself is the most important thing.

Unfortunately, many people in this world cannot be themselves.

But there are still many people who are trying very hard to be themselves.

"Master, please enjoy your meal." Jing Peiyao handed the chopsticks to Pu Weiqing with both hands.

Pu Weiqing suddenly smiled strangely and said, "Where's he? Why didn't he come along?"

"Come to think of it, the three of us rarely sit together to eat."

Jing Peiyao said helplessly, "I am the young master of the Dragon Clan. I have been pampered since I was a child. Although I don't say it, I don't like the fireworks in this manor."

"He may appreciate this kind of worldly atmosphere, but he will never let it erode his noble soul."

"Besides, she might even go to a brothel tonight to have some fun."

Upon hearing this, Pu Weiqing tapped his chopsticks lightly on the table and said seriously, "If he has evidence of cheating, tell me and I promise I won't break his legs."

Jing Peiyao immediately smiled and said, "Okay."

...The Purple Gold Palace.

Yu Wenjun was lying lazily on a bench, with his favorite fruits on the table. Behind him, two young women in veils were massaging his back.

The technique was good, at least it made Yu Wenjun look lazy and slightly intoxicated.

Across the table, there were two musicians playing the piano to liven up the atmosphere, but unfortunately there were no dancers. If there were dancers, it would have seemed too bohemian. After all, his wife was still in the capital, and he had to restrain his emotions.

Sometimes I think about it, the so-called finding a wife, is it finding a wife for yourself, or is it asking for trouble for yourself? This is a question worth pondering...

Yu Wenjun picked up a glass of fine wine made from the finest grapes of the Spirit Clan and shook it. Just as he was about to take a sip, the old butler Qu Li came into the courtyard and reported with a slightly solemn look, "Your Highness, the Prime Minister is here to visit."

Hearing this, Yu Wenjun instantly ejected a grape skin from his mouth and ordered, "Clean it up, clean it up here, quickly!"

The dancers and maids hurried off the stage, and Qu Li quickly called the servants to clean the place.

Yu Wenjun himself teleported to the outside of the gate in one step.

Qiu Qing was wearing a dark green gown, which looked rather plain. In Yu Wenjun's impression, the prime minister seldom wore brocade clothes and jade belts.

"Your Excellency! Please come in." Yu Wenjun bowed with both hands.

Qiu Qing smiled gently and said, "You look good."

The two of them walked and talked as they entered the Human King's Palace.

"I was injured on the battlefield and am still recovering. I am flattered that you came tonight." Yu Wenjun said softly.

If a powerful person came to Yu Wenjun's mansion, Yu Wenjun might not take it to heart.

But a person of high position, selflessness and character coming to Yu Wenjun's residence at night would make the young head of the Eight Guards feel a little hesitant.

"How is your injury?" Qiu Qing asked softly.

Yu Wenjun said: "It's not a serious injury. He will recover in a few days."

Before they knew it, the two of them entered the inner hall, and Yu Wenjun personally served tea and water, using Jiangshanhong tea.

Qiu Qing glanced at the exquisite and luxurious decoration around him. It was worthy of being the palace of the Human King. It looked spacious and grand.

This young man is also very open-minded.

"Have some tea." Yu Wenjun offered the teacup with both hands.

Qiu Qing said: "Actually, you don't have to be so polite. It makes me feel a little weird."

Yu Wenjun smiled faintly and said, "But in my impression, apart from weddings and funerals, you have hardly ever visited your friends' homes. I should be the first person to do so. This honor makes me hesitate."

Qiu Qing laughed and said, "It's just a small matter, but you still take it to heart. You are too narrow-minded."

Upon hearing this, Yu Wenjun carefully savored the words and said thoughtfully: "Thank you for your guidance."

"But because of you, if it were anyone else, I wouldn't do this either."

Qiu Qing responded cleverly: "This is also my honor."

"I was free for the moment, and you happened to be in the imperial capital. I thought the girl would be with you, but I didn't expect you to be alone. I guess the girl also went to the academy."

"How about a hand-to-hand conversation?"

Yu Wenjun's expression became a little heavy when he heard this, he knew very well that Qiu Qing would not act on impulse for no reason, and after Qiu Qing acted on impulse, his chess skills could compete with the Demon Lord.

"Great. That's what I wanted." Yu Wenjun said firmly.