PDLP Chapter 107: The Shameful Rebellious Son
Chapter 107: The Shameful Rebellious Son
On a street not far from Lihua Lane, Yue Zihuan was driven out of a pharmacy:
"Go, go, go, we can't afford you!"
"I asked you to write and keep accounts, but you complained that it wasn't a Huizhou inkstone or a Huzhou brush. I asked you to do the accounting, not to appreciate the pens and inks!"
Yue Zihuan was wearing a brand new winter gown, with whip marks on his face.
Faced with the pointing and talking of people on the street, his face suddenly turned red to his ears.
He glared at the pharmacy angrily, then turned and left.
After taking the silver and clothes given by Aunt Mei, he looked for a place to live near Lihua Lane.
At first he found a private courtyard, which, in his opinion, was simply a place for servants to live.
When I asked about the price, I found out that one hundred taels of silver was not enough to rent it.
After searching for a whole night, they finally rented a shabby little courtyard a few streets away. Several hawkers rented two of the rooms, and the remaining small room facing north was rented to Yue Zihuan.
Fortunately, there was a wooden bed and an old, moldy quilt in the room.
This would at least allow him to save some money.
He lay on the cold bed, feeling cold, hungry and thirsty.
The lady selling buns next door saw that he didn't know how to do anything, so she gave him a tattered little clay stove and a few pieces of charcoal out of pity.
Yue Zihuan thanked him and accepted it, but his strong self-esteem prevented him from asking anyone to teach him how to light a fire.
After a night, he was so cold that his nose was running and he was starving.
After tossing and turning for half the night, he finally figured out that the remaining money was not enough for him to live on for a month.
If this goes on, he won't be able to rent this shabby yard for much longer.
He had no choice but to go out and find a job.
Yue Zihuan always looked for work near Lihua Lane.
Only in this way would he have the opportunity to see Xiaolou when he returned home to visit Aunt Rong.
I never expected that finding a job would be so difficult.
Yue Zihuan found two restaurants, two rice shops, and a pharmacy. Either he thought the workers were too hard-working and tiring, or the workers thought he was restless.
In the drugstore just now, he just said a few more words about the poor writing quality, and was scolded by the shopkeeper.
If he were in the palace in the past, how could these people afford his food, clothing and other necessities?
Yue Zihuan stood on the street for a long time with his fists clenched, suppressing his anger and looking for another job.
As I was walking, I heard someone talking behind me:
"Yue Ziyu, can your manor return to the city that day?"
After hearing this, Yue Zihuan paused for a moment, but did not dare to look back.
A familiar voice passed by and floated into his ears:
"It's a bit far. You'll have to stay there for a day before you can come back. I'll take you there in a few days!"
Yue Zihuan hid behind a peddler's pole and watched Yue Zihuan, Lu Qinlin and others walk by.
The high-spirited young men in brocade clothes strode forward, and no one noticed the pair of prying eyes in the corner.
The young women walking along the street unconsciously turned their heads to look at these handsome young men, their eyes full of admiration.
Once upon a time, Yue Zihuan was the dream lover of thousands of girls on the streets of Beijing.
Now, his second brother, who was once very naughty, has taken his place.
And he could only make a living by doing hard labor in this life.
God you are confused!
"Hey! Yue Zihuan!"
A voice that sounded quite arrogant appeared in my ears.
Yue Zihuan looked up warily, only to see a tall, feminine and handsome young man.
Judging from the young man's attire, he should be quite wealthy, and he also looks somewhat familiar.
He took a step back and whispered:
"Who are you?"
The handsome young man raised one eyebrow and smiled evilly:
"I am Murong Jian, the tenth prince of Beiliang."
Yue Zihuan lowered his head and looked down:
"I don't know the Tenth Prince, so I won't bother you any more."
He doesn't want to deal with hostages from the enemy country.
"stop!"
Murong Jian did not intend to let him go:
"I know your Majesty has sentenced you to hard labor in the capital. To be honest, I have been keeping an eye on you for a long time today."
Yue Zihuan stopped in his tracks, his heart filled with shame and indignation.
What does this person mean?
Just following behind to laugh at his joke?
He raised his head in shame and anger, and couldn't help but ask:
"Your Highness, are you planning to vent the shame Yue Ran brought upon Beiliang on me?"
Murong Jian was not angry at all. Instead, he clapped his hands and nodded gently:
"you are right!"
"You are Yue Ran's biological brother. Since I can't beat Yue Ran, it's good to torture her brother!"
Yue Zihuan felt a chill on his back when he heard this.
Why?
Why should he be humiliated for Yue Ran?
"A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. I'm sorry to leave you!" Yue Zihuan turned around and left angrily.
Murong Jian raised his voice:
"Become a coachman for this prince, twenty taels of silver a month."
Yue Zihuan suddenly stopped and could not move any further.
A mere twenty taels of silver, if it were still in the palace, would not be enough for him to buy a top-quality wolf-hair brush.
But now, he knew that twenty taels of silver could be the livelihood of the family next door for several months, and it was also the rent for his shabby room for three months.
Of the shops he had found in Beijing today, the highest price charged was only five taels of silver a month.
If you miss this opportunity, you will definitely miss this shop.
Murong Jian walked up to him with a smile and asked jokingly:
"Well? If you promise to drive for me, both you and I will be happy."
"I made Yue Ran lose face, and you can still get more money and suffer less. This is an open conspiracy."
"He's just a coachman. Your Majesty won't care no matter what I say."
Yue Zihuan clenched his fists and then unclenched them, his eyes full of shame, anger and contradiction.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely:
"I did it!"
Upon hearing this, Murong Jian threw his head back and laughed loudly in the street.
He is very handsome, but always gives people a feminine and sinister feeling.
Laughing like this in the street scared passers-by so much that they simply took a detour.
"From now on, the elder brother of Yue Ran, the General of the Great Chu Cavalry, will be my, Murong Jian's, chariot driver!"
Murong Jian's arrogant voice seemed to pierce the sky, and everyone within a hundred steps could hear it.
Yue Zihuan stood a few steps away from him with a red face, wishing he could dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
But on second thought, he and Murong Jian humiliated Yue Ran together, which in a sense was also a way for him to vent his anger.
He actually felt a sense of pleasure in his heart.
News in the capital spread quickly, and the news that Yue Zihuan was working as a coachman for Murong Jian was reported to the Dingbei Palace in the afternoon.
Upon hearing the news, Yue Yuan smashed a table, took a few deep breaths, and then suddenly became quiet again.
He was the one who kicked out his rebellious son from home, and the shame was none of his business.
Yue Ran didn't care about it at all.
What she is more concerned about now is Feng Xiaolou's promotion to Donggong Liangdi and Emperor Shengwen's order to select a crown princess for Chu Hantian.
The Queen of the Eastern Palace means the future Queen. The capital of Chu is about to become restless again.
I don’t know what kind of woman can fight against Feng Xiaolou?