Chapter Thirty-Six: I'd rather die than say...

  PS: I'm revising, not updating, everyone, I'm correcting typos here.

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  "I don't know." I'm just a high-ranking official's spoiled son, but the other person is a prince, an emperor's brother of that generation. Even if I had the guts, it's impossible for me to put my arm around Li Shu's shoulder and smile: "Hey... what's your name?" Otherwise, I'd be dragged out by the imperial guards and executed.

  "Don't you know?" The old man's face was displeased. "Then tell me, what does that Prince Wang look like? How old is he?"

  "Older than me, looks okay..." but not as handsome as me, that's a fact.

  "Damn it!" The old man's expression turned a bit ferocious, what did I do?

  "Hey, little rascal, can the emperor's brother be younger than you?..." My mom couldn't help but burst out laughing and gave me a slap on the back of my head. Eldest sister happened to walk in at that moment and saw everything, how embarrassing! Luckily, eldest brother rushed over and pulled her aside to whisper something in her ear.

  "Yes...yes, that uncle is older than me, has a beard on his face...this head, is a bit taller than mine." Characteristics? What characteristics does an old man have, even if he has characteristics it's none of my business, I'm not used to staring at men, he doesn't disgust me to death, maybe I will be disgusted by myself first. Besides, my sexual orientation is very normal, only interested in the opposite sex.

  Glancing at the green butterfly with a bun outside the window, if I were to describe this girl's characteristics, I believe I could say a few more fragrant phrases than Sherlock Holmes.

  The old man coughed twice, furrowed his brow, and seemed a bit impatient.

  "Right, right, the guards behind Uncle Li are quite distinctive..." Hurriedly continued. "Oh..." The old man raised his eyebrows, showing some interest in this.

  "A big beard, a whole furry face..." He drew his hand across his face: "Anyway, my son has never seen a guard with so much of a beard."

  "The old man started panting like a cow, his anger value exceeded the warning line, biting one word at a time: 'You bastard, what else do you have? Get it all out for me.'"

  "Sweat dripping from his forehead, he clearly saw the sparks flying out of the old man's head."

  "Old man, what's going on here... Jun Er, is there anyone else who left a deep impression on you?" My mother patted my back, very kindly.

  There was a palace maid. He slapped his thigh and exclaimed excitedly: "There was a palace maid, the kind that's very pleasing to the eye. At first glance, I didn't think much of her, but the more I looked at her, the more I found her agreeable...I still remember, when I whistled at her, there was a small mole on her eyebrow."

  "...". The silence was too much, and even the sound of Lao San crawling around on the sofa, muttering to himself, could be heard clearly.

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  The old man pointed at me, his mouth wide open, and the look in his eyes was very strange, as if he had been frightened by something. Anyway, it was very surprising and that's all.

  Sister-in-law buried her face in brother's arms, what is this? Eating my brother's tofu, eat if you want to eat, you're already husband and wife, why are you still blushing? Brother stared at me with a very strange gaze.

  Mom's hand was hovering over my head, seemingly hesitating between hitting and not hitting.

  Did I say something wrong? Hurry up and recall everything you said just now, is there anything that doesn't feel right? ...No, whistling...You go first, damn it, the whistling.

  It exploded, the old man's volcanic eruption, a slap on the case, scared San Da mouth cracked, and squeezed into the nurse's arms to cry. The elder sister was almost strangled by the big brother's cramping hands, and Qing Die bumped her head against the window frame, turned up her white eyes in a lovely way, and disappeared behind the window.

  "Scoundrel... scoundrel! I, the old man... will today uphold justice on behalf of Heaven..." The old master suddenly sprang into a rage and picked up a stick that had appeared out of nowhere, charging towards me...

  "Father... kiddo... oh no... Mother, save me!" No way to explain to the furious old man, I dodged around the soft couch and still got a few slaps on my butt.

  "Alright, alright... sir, just a few more hits will do... Jun'er also knows he's wrong..." The old lady seemed to have come back to her senses, covering her mouth and giggling softly as she persuaded him.

  The old man panted and waved his stick at me, who was at least a few feet away from him, for half a day before he angrily used the stick as a crutch to get up: "Get back in the house and reflect on your mistakes! If you dare take one step out of the gate, I'll break your dog legs!" The old man raised his finger and said viciously.

  "Kid... kid obeying orders..." He hastily paid his respects, rushed out of the door, leaned against the pillar to catch his breath, thank goodness he had narrowly escaped disaster, and his butt was still burning. The old man was clearly a refined person, how did he have so much strength?

  "Old master... isn't this punishment a bit too severe..." The old lady's voice drifted out from the window, her tone still carrying a hint of eerie laughter.

  "Hmph... I didn't know before, but this scoundrel... is really infuriating me to death!" Looks like the old man is still in a rage. Just as I was thinking of slipping away, big brother's words almost made me bump into the pillar.

  "Father, calm down. This can't be blamed on Second Brother. Second Brother is already sixteen after the New Year... It seems that Second Brother should also have thoughts of getting married..."

  What? It's normal for a minor boy to have a crush on spring, but you're saying I'm thinking of getting married too? At 16, I'm at most an over-aged young pioneer or junior team member. If I were to join the party, people would say my mind isn't mature enough. If I wanted to go work, they'd say my body isn't fully developed. Do you want my dad to keep me under lock and key until I'm 20? This big brother is too evil!

  I tiptoed along the wall and listened carefully. If the old man blows up again, I'll have to pack my bags and leave home.

  "It's also what Jie'er said, I just listened to Jun'er's words and suddenly remembered a big thing, our Jun'er should get married too, he's already 16...". My mother also added this sentence, I was confused. I remember that since the Han Dynasty, men were considered adults after the coming-of-age ceremony at the age of 20, and then they could get married. Is it another damned pseudo-historical drama harming people?

  "Master, what are you doing here?" Little Green Butterfly suddenly appeared behind me with a ghostly air, and there was still a red mark on her forehead, which contrasted interestingly with her pale skin. It seemed that the cost of eavesdropping wasn't small.

  "It's Green Butterfly... I'm practicing, practicing the wall-climbing skill of Gecko Walking." He made a mysterious gesture and lowered his voice, saying in an eerie tone: "A family heirloom divine technique, don't leak it out, don't speak carelessly."

  "Mm-hmm..." The little head of the green butterfly nodded quickly, and in a low, pleasant voice: "Don't worry, young master, I'd rather die than tell."

  "What is Second Master doing under the window?" Eight Trigrams family servant Jia said mysteriously, standing within ten meters of me.

  "I'm afraid someone is eavesdropping on Master's conversation, it seems Second Young Master might be scolded by Master again..." Gossiping servant Ding Yi was very sneaky.

  "...." You're so loud for no reason, does gossip really need to be that loud?! Is it necessary?!

  I turned around fiercely, the two families scattered like birds and beasts, I felt a small hand gently tugging at my sleeve, and then I turned around again, seeing Green Butterfly's innocent and pure eyes: "Don't worry, young master, even if you kill me, I won't say..."

  "...you go ahead and practice your calligraphy, try to become the number one master of hard pen calligraphy in the Tang Dynasty..."

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  Look at how excited I am, I almost forgot my own name, Sanjiang's editor told me that I passed... Hehe... Sanjiang passed, National Day in October to celebrate Sanjiang... I'm dizzy, next week... Hope... hope that no one will tempt me to go out and play next week, otherwise... I'll feel very guilty...

  P.S. Here, I would like to sincerely thank those who have provided suggestions and advice, as well as readers who have helped me promote my other books. I am deeply grateful and can only repay you by doing my best to make this book more enjoyable.