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Wei Zan didn’t know where the bad attitude came from, seeing Shen Yuan panic, he became more proud, and even the smile on the corner of his lips widened a bit.
Hearing Wei Zan’s words, Emperor Jiayou was startled and said with a smile, “You are good at making fun of me. I am still here, but you want me to be the bad guy.”
Then he looked at the battle formation booklet again, turned two pages, and said, “Just wait, I will send it to the Ministry of War for them to have a look. If it is really good, you don’t have to copy it. I will print it and reward you well.”
Then someone took the battle formation booklet away.
Shen Yuan had a complicated expression on his face, and his forehead touched the back of his hand when he kowtowed.
It was a formal and great ceremony.
But Emperor Jiayou suddenly glanced at Shen Yuan and asked, “I heard that you two were not on good terms a few days ago, but now it seems that you… have you reconciled now?”
Wei Zan didn’t expect that even their small quarrel news would reach the ears of the emperor. He was a little surprised.
Shen Yuan was still living in the Marquis of Jing’an Mansion, without an official position, and he was not a well-known person now, but this matter had still reached the ears of Emperor Jiayou.
From this, it can be seen how many pairs of eyes are staring at him, the little marquis.
Now that Wei Zan thinks about it, his bad reputation in his previous life has not been a one-day or two-day thing. But it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
Wei Zan was about to smooth things over, but he heard the sickly man suddenly dryly say, “Jing Han is magnanimous, we are… reconciled.”
Hearing this, Wei Zan was stunned for a moment and looked at Shen Yuan with a smile, but he saw that Shen Yuan’s face did not have that appropriate smile this time.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth and pursed his lips to force out that sentence.
—There is no way. Emperor Jiayou has already spoken, how can Shen Yuan say that they have not reconciled with the Little Marquis yet?
Although Shen Yuan was reluctant, he had to bite the bullet and admit it. He also called out Little Marquis’s courtesy name for the first time.
Jing Han.
The close minister beside the emperor laughed and said, “It’s just a playful fight. People around this age just have small quarrels every day…”
“They eat and sleep in the same mansion, it’s hard to be enemies. I think it’s just that Marquis Jing’an is very strict with the prince.”
Hearing this, Emperor Jiayou smiled and nodded, agreeing with him.
After talking and laughing like this, Emperor Jiayou signaled the eunuch to take the military formation book away.
Before leaving, he glanced at Shen Yuan and said, “Your Jing’an Marquis Mansion is full of talented people…”
Shen Yuan was praised for this sentence, but he couldn’t tell whether it was because of the battle formation or because of Wei Zan, and he became more and more embarrassed and lost his normal composure.
When he kowtowed to thank the emperor, he seemed to secretly glance at Wei Zan. But when Wei Zan looked back, Shen Yuan bowed his head deeply again.
It was dusk when they returned home.
Wei Zan was walking in front, but he heard a voice from behind, “Young Marquis.”
Not too high or too low, gentle and elegant. It was Shen Yuan’s unique voice.
Wei Zan said “Hmm” and turned his head to look.
The lakeside was shaded by green willows, and the person under the shade was wearing a blue shirt as blue as the sky, and covered with a robe as white as clouds.
The person softly asked him if he could go with the young marquis?!
Hearing that, Wei Zan lazily joked, “You have even called out my courtesy name Jing Han, so there is nothing wrong with walking with me.”
Shen Yuan immediately remembered that he was self-indulgent and pretended to be familiar with the young marquis in front of the emperor, and his face suddenly changed, revealing a little embarrassed look.
Wei Zan suddenly caught Shen Yuan’s wrist stared at Shen Yuan’s eyes and joked, “I was just saying it casually. If you mind, I might as well call you…”
“Zhe Chun.”
The wind suddenly rose, blowing thousands of silk ribbons for no reason, and rolled up Shen Yuan’s hairband to let it spread out in the wind.
Wei Zan saw Shen Yuan’s eyes slightly frozen, and his eyes clearly reflected him.
Wei Zan thought the word “Zhe Chun” was really a good name.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely from the window. The students who had not left the house were still chatting and laughing at the door.
The sky-blue clothes of the Imperial College were steady and light. The students talked about learning, snacks, new books, and the emperor’s face they saw today. One or two loud laughs could be heard faintly.
Shen Yuan held the book and quietly walked out with Wei Zan.
Wei Zan never knew what restraint was. He casually said to the sickly boy, “Wei San and Wei Si have been punished by the family. They won’t come for the next two days.”
Shen Yuan said “Hmm”, but didn’t ask him why they were beaten.
Wei Zan asked again, “I heard that the emperor ordered you to be transferred to Zhaoming Hall?”
Hearing this, Shen Yuan lowered his eyes and said, “Yes, the emperor said that since I have the ability to edit military formation maps, he asked me to study the art of war with you.”