Yu Wu

Chapter 172

That year, both he and Murong Chuyi were still very young, it could even be said that they were immature and green.

He had no idea that the young man in front of him who looked younger than him was actually his little uncle if he really talked about his seniority.He thought it was a young master brought by some guest, so he sneaked into the yard to enjoy the flowers.

Murong Chuyi didn't look in a good mood, seeing that Mei Hua was concentrating on watching, she didn't notice anyone coming behind her.

It wasn't until a cyan oil-paper umbrella painted with the shadow of clouds, sky and cranes protruded from above his head, covering his snow and flowers, that he was startled and turned his head suddenly.

Jiang Yexue smiled at him, very like a brother: "Whose family are you a child? Why don't you hold an umbrella in such a heavy snowstorm?"

Murong Chuyi opened his eyes wide, first took a step back, then took two steps back, the expression on his face gradually changed from surprise to indifference.He didn't answer Jiang Yexue's question, but said directly:

"...Who are you. What are you doing here."

This question was asked in a simple, rude and impolite manner, and the other party didn't seem to want to talk nonsense with him.

But Jiang Yexue has a good temper, a gentleman is like jade, and he is like a grinder. Although he is young, he is always tolerant and caring for others, so he smiled and said: "My surname is Yue, and my name is Yue Yexue. As for Why do I come here... because this is my home, and the plum blossom you are looking at is also my favorite."

The other party squinted his eyes for some reason when he heard the words: "Oh? You are Yue Yexue, that child of Xie Yilan?"

Jiang Yexue suddenly heard that such a young child actually called his mother's name directly, and even called it wrong, no matter how well-mannered he was, he couldn't help being amused and annoyed.

But he didn't have a seizure, he just stretched out his hand and dragged the young man under his large oiled paper umbrella, and taught him gently: "Listen well, my mother's name is Xie Lanyi, not Xie Yilan. Also, the snow is heavy , you will catch a cold if you stand like this again. Let’s go, I’ll take you back to the flower hall to find your parents.”

But the other party opened his hand unceremoniously with a slap: "There are no rules or rules. Do you know who you are talking to?"

Jiang Yexue laughed, and said with a smile: "You child..."

"Child?" Murong Chuyi took off the brim of his cloak and hat, stroked his messy forehead hair, looked at him seriously, opened and closed his thin lips, and said seriously, "Yue Yexue, I am your uncle."

Jiang Yexue's eyes widened all of a sudden: "..."

After a while, he burst out laughing and reached out to touch the boy's forehead.

While probing, he smiled and said, "You. You're froze, your head is on fire...?"

How this farce ended in the end, and more details, Jiang Yexue couldn't remember clearly, only remembered that Murong Chuyi walked away unhappily at the end.And after the wedding banquet, when he followed his mother to visit the eldest lady of the house and offered tea to her, he found that the boy under the plum blossom tree was actually standing beside Murong Huang, looking at him indifferently.

It wasn't until that time that he finally realized that this young man in white who was about his own age was really his little uncle.

His name is Murong Chuyi.

Even though Murong Chuyi lives in the same house as him, he doesn't like to interact with others on weekdays, it is very rare to be able to show up for three out of ten days.At the beginning, Jiang Yexue wanted to talk to him, but he encountered too many cold nails, so that's all.

Mr. Song taught him that the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and he insisted on self-cultivation like bamboo. Murong Chuyi didn't want to have too much contact with him, so he didn't force it.

It's just that not all people in the world are as peaceful and kind as Master Song. After Murong Huang and Yue Juntian got married, whether at home or outside, he could keenly feel the changes in the attitudes of those people.Those who used to flatter and flatter him were the first to disappear, and the smiles of some elders on him were no longer as warm as before.

He is just kind and not insensitive. He sees these things and knows exactly what the reason is.However, he is gentle with others and doesn't like to care about gains and losses, so it doesn't matter.

Only Mrs. Xie's resentment became more and more serious, which made him feel a little worried and distressed.She always told him what kind of jewelry Yue Juntian gave Muronghuang today, how much those jewelry cost, and how precious they were.Or tell him, what kind of outfit did Murong Huang buy today, what kind of clothes did she buy...

The longer the time passed, the worse her words became, sometimes to the point of being unbearable, Jiang Yexue frowned slightly, but because she was his mother, she could only sigh in her heart.It's not that he didn't comfort her, but as long as he said something to enlighten her, she would stare at him and scold him, saying that he "doesn't seek to make progress" and "knows no suffering".

As time passed, Jiang Yexue could only stop talking.

Later, Mrs. Xie's jealousy towards Murong Huang became more and more serious, and after Murong Huang became pregnant, her hatred almost distorted her face.

Murong Huang belongs to the royal family and is also the main wife. Everyone coaxes her like picking the stars and the moon.The preferential treatment Madam Xie had never experienced even when she was pregnant with Jiang Yexue.

The servants followed suit, and the difference in their attitudes towards the two mistresses became more and more obvious. Even some servants who had been taken care of by Jiang Yexue in the past began to become eccentric.Mrs. Xie hated her so much that she said to Jiang Yexue: "Look, what do you say to convince others with virtue, what do you say to live with the situation, who do you obey? How is your life safe?"

Although Jiang Yexue felt a little uncomfortable, she still insisted that there was nothing wrong with her way of dealing with the world.It is easy to seek wealth and honor, but it is difficult to seek a clear conscience.

It was only gradually that even the father showed a sense of alienation towards Murong in order to take care of Murong's feelings. In the entire mansion, except for Mr. Song, no one was willing to take the initiative to approach him.

He was still somewhat uncomfortable.

It was also in the late spring of that year that Mr. Song fell ill and was bedridden, so he could not teach him the art of refining weapons for the time being.Jiang Yexue thought about doing some ingenious work by himself, but he always respected and cared about his teacher, and couldn't bear to bother his sick husband, so he took these artifacts to find other craftsmen in the mansion.

What can be obtained are all avoidance and pretending to be helpless rejections.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yexue, I still have a lot of business to deal with today."

"I'm really sorry, Young Master Yexue. I'm not feeling well. I'll compete with you when I get better. Do you think it's okay?"

"I have little talent and little knowledge, I'm afraid I can't teach you young master."

When the government asked, no one was willing.

Jiang Yexue hugged the wooden mech he had made, and walked in the empty corridor with his head down, rather lonely. When he was in a daze, he suddenly heard someone behind him stop him.

"Yue Yexue."

He turned his head, with the sense of loss and sadness still on his face, but he met Murong Chuyi's face.

His brother-in-law frowned: "What expression do you have?" He walked over from behind the arch in white clothes, and looked down at the mecha in his arms.

"You did it?"

"Ah."

Murong Chuyi picked up one of the small hourglasses, and looked at it carefully: "The blood crystal of the East Pearl is the sand, and the body of the sandalwood is... did you think of it yourself?"

Jiang Yexue was also aware of his reputation as a craftsman at that time, so he said awkwardly, "Yes."

Murong Chuyi didn't laugh at him, put down the little hourglass, and said: "...Come to my refining room, I will teach you."

Jiang Yexue never thought that Murong Chuyi would be willing to take the initiative to call him, so she couldn't help opening her eyes wide and staring blankly.

After Murong Chuyi finished speaking, he walked forward, and when he walked out for a while, seeing that he hadn't moved, he turned his head indifferently: "Aren't you following?"

"...Oh, good, good..."

The period of time after that, until Yue Chenqing was born, can be regarded as the most fulfilling and happiest period in Jiang Yexue's life.

Although Murong Chuyi was not much older than him, he was extremely accomplished in the art of refining and taught him many ways and secrets of refining that he had never imagined before.

Between the two of them, Murong Chuyi has always gone his own way, he doesn't care what other people think, and he doesn't care whether Jiang Yexue is popular or not, and what status he has in this family.And Jiang Yexue is even more comforted by the rare consolation of Bo Yazi's bosom friend, no matter what his mother says, he still goes to Murong Chuyi's refining room to look for him every day.

For this reason, Mrs. Xie's words became more and more ugly, and her disappointment with him became more and more serious, saying that he was "disobedient" and "turning his elbows outward", and even felt that Murong Chuyi was sent by Murong Huang to separate their mother and son. , called him a "little bitch".

And once she insulted Murong Chuyi and was stopped by Jiang Yexue, she raged at him once, and she never wanted to pay attention to him again, refused to listen to any explanation from him, let alone let him return to her Court residence.

Jiang Yexue didn't intend to quarrel with his mother, and he didn't want to make a big noise and make people laugh at his aunt, so in desperation, he had to ask Murong Chuyi embarrassingly if he could live in his yard first.

Murong Chuyi glanced at the furnishings in the yard——

Jiang Yexue’s set of knives and rulers on the refining table, the stool that Jiang Yexue often sits on, and even some Murong Chuyi doesn’t like at all, and Jiang Yexue’s usual Xiaowenwan is placed on the desk .

Murong Chuyi replied coldly: "Do you think it makes a difference whether you ask me or not?"

Jiang Yexue: "..."

The two teenagers also have a special free time, Murong Chuyi is not as innocent as the outside world seems, he will also buy the palm-sized bamboo warriors that children on the side of the road love, and then lie lazily on the bamboo couch Call Jiang Yexue to fight with him with two.I was drawing and drawing, but I thought about some new magic tools from it, so I drew the blueprints all night, often lying on the ground holding the rules, and then fell asleep directly, and continued to draw after waking up.

And almost every time Murong Chuyi fell asleep, Jiang Yexue couldn't help but look at him more.

How could this person be his uncle?

Obviously so young, so young, when lying on the ground holding a pen to sleep, he would often accidentally stain his face with the ink from the tip of the brush.

So silly.

Once Murong Chuyi was half asleep, probably dreamed of something and woke up in a daze, half awake and half asleep, he found Jiang Yexue looking at him, so he asked impatiently: "What do you see me doing?"

Jiang Yexue's gentle voice surprised even himself.

He smiled and said to him in a low voice: "I look at my uncle and think he is very majestic."

Murong Chuyi probably didn't understand his joke at all, or didn't listen to what he was saying at all, so he just hummed in a low voice, his long eyelashes trembling, and fell asleep again.

Jiang Yexue remembered that she was looking at him at that time, and had some kind of hidden and terrifying impulse, which made him shudder, and even wanted to run away.

At that time, he didn't dare to think deeply at all. If he did, he would probably think how he could be so sinful, even if he had no blood relationship, even if Murong Chuyi was just an abandoned son picked up by Murong Huang, but his status was here.If he had such thoughts about Murong Chuyi, how vain would he be a gentleman?

In this way, after several months of muddling and trembling, Murong Huang gave birth.

With the loud cry of the baby, two people in this prominent family have since fallen into hell.

One is his mother, Mrs. Xie—because Yue Mansion ushered in its true orthodoxy, a baby boy born as a legitimate son, Yue Juntian named him Chen Qing.

Chenqing, Chenqing... Muronghuang's son is bright, which means the sky is clear and the sun is rising, but what is her child?A snowfall in the long night, even if it was once a thousand miles away in plain clothes, it will all melt away when the sun comes out, and nothing will be left.

How could she not be chilled, how could she not be resentful?

And the other person who fell into hell was Murong Chuyi——

Because Muronghuang died of dystocia, he lost the "sister" and "mother" who adopted him and gave him a second life unexpectedly.

He has no more benefactors.