Jing Xingzhi’s Daily Life in Ancient Times

The direction Jing Xingzhi was going was to Kaiyang Palace.

The person he was looking for was none other than Li Yunxi.

What he wanted to do was really complain.

But a smart person’s complaint was not just a complaint.

Jing Xingzhi had a sullen face, holding the painting in both hands, and asked to see Li Yunxi in front of Kaiyang Palace.

He just left less than an hour ago, but the eunuchs and maids did not dare to treat him lightly and quickly reported his request to Zhang Tong.

Zhang Tong mentioned it again, and with Li Yunxi’s nod, Jing Xingzhi was admitted into the main hall.

Li Yunxi had been busy just now, and now, being disturbed, felt a little irritated.

Thinking that something might be wrong with Jing Xingzhi, he controlled his emotions and asked, “What’s wrong, Xingzhi?”

Jing Xingzhi held his painting, with “I’m not happy” written on his face, and said directly, “Your Majesty, I came here to say goodbye. I want to go back to the teacher’s courtyard to live.”

Jing Xingzhi said “I want to,” not “I think.” The difference between the two words showed his firm attitude.

Li Yunxi was used to giving orders and didn’t like it when someone defied his decision. However, thinking that he liked Jing Xingzhi’s parenting experience very much, he gave it a little more consideration.

Li Yunxi pretended not to hear clearly and took the initiative to pave the way for Jing Xingzhi: “What did you say?”

Jing Xingzhi raised his head and expressed his displeasure with a serious face. Not only did he not retort, but he also kept emphasizing the words that Li Yunxi didn’t like.

“Senior brother, I can no longer live in your palace!”

The first sentence was addressing the Holy Emperor, but this sentence was directly addressed to his senior brother. He changed the title and the words after it became a lot tougher!

Li Yunxi had lived his whole life and been the emperor for half his life, and no one had ever said to him – ‘I won’t live in your palace anymore!’

What was wrong with his palace?

In his palace, were the maids not beautiful, or were the eunuchs not good at serving people?

In his palace, were the buildings not high enough, or the decorations not luxurious enough?

Li Yunxi’s eyes were cold, and he asked dissatisfiedly, “What’s wrong with my palace?”

After hearing this, Jing Xingzhi’s pupils slightly widened, and he asked in a surprised tone, “Senior brother, you don’t know?”

Li Yunxi: “???”

‘What should I know? All I know is that you are so courageous that you dared to hit me in the face several times, and you are not willing to live in the palace even if I let you.’

“Oh, what should I know?” Li Yunxi asked coldly, his expression becoming more severe.

To be honest, their status as senior and junior apprentice was more fragile than plastic flowers. To say they were plastic flower brothers was still a stretch.

Jing Xingzhi’s one inappropriate move infinitely weakened his good impression in Li Yunxi’s heart. There was a difference between monarch and minister, not to mention that Jing Xingzhi and Li Yunxi were just acquaintances at best.

He didn’t know Jing Xingzhi could be so stubborn, he looked at the painting Jing Xingzhi was holding and had a bad feeling.

“Your Majesty, you will know after you take a look.”

After Jing Xingzhi said this, Zhang Tong took the painting from Jing Xingzhi’s hands under the signal from Li Yunxi’s eyes. After another inspection by Zhang Tong, the painting was delivered to Li Yunxi.

The moment Zhang Tong handed over the painting, the label in his heart that he must be friends with Jing Xingzhi turned into a must-please.

Zhang Tong clearly saw what was painted on the painting. He once visited Huanshui Academy, so when he saw the background of the painting, he knew who the person in the painting was.

Zhang Tong wondered whether Young Master Jing knew before he came that someone was going to touch his gift, or maybe it was just luck…

Zhang Tong thought about the day when Jing Xingzhi was selected as Old Chief Fang’s disciple, and found that it was also luck.

Alas, he must not have the intention of harming others! Besides, some people were truly so lucky.

Zhang Tong thought of the little Marquis of the Ning family who was hanging out with His Highness the Second Prince, and shook his head in his heart. His Highness would not be too miserable, and the one who took the blame would naturally be the little Marquis.

Li Jiarui and others thought Jing Xingzhi came to complain because of his status as “junior brother,” but Jing Xingzhi came to complain because of Li Yunxi’s respect for the old man.

A teacher was like a father, this term was not coined for nothing! Looking at the closeness between Fang Qichen and Li Yunxi, they embodied this word very well. If he hadn’t regarded Li Yunxi as his son, the cunning old man would not have said anything to him before Jing Xingzhi set off.

Li Yunxi’s closeness to Fang Qichen was naturally known to Zhang Tong who was serving him.

Zhang Tong handed the painting out, thinking that someone would be in trouble this time.

And when Li Yunxi opened the scroll and saw clearly what was on the painting, his face darkened.

This kind of blackness was not the indifference and displeasure toward Jing Xingzhi just now; Jing Xingzhi’s disrespect would not make Li Yunxi furious like this.

But the footprints on Fang Qichen’s portrait really angered Li Yunxi!

Li Yunxi had a stern face and turned red: “Who is the Yulin Guard on duty today?! Go and bring him to me within two-quarters of an hour!”

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A quarter of an hour later.

Several young eunuchs from Xihe Palace, Li Jiarui, and Ning Yongyuan all arrived at Kaiyang Palace.

Li Jiarui secretly glanced at Li Yunxi’s dark face, and his heart skipped a beat. But then it was like eating sour fruit and overturning the jealous jar.

“It’s just a painting. Is it possible that the painting is more valuable than your prince’s head? Father, why do you look so bad?”

Li Jiarui was angry, thinking that his father, Li Yunxi, might be showing favoritism to Jing Xingzhi. He looked at Jing Xingzhi with an evil glare, blaming him for complaining!

Ning Yongyuan secretly leaned toward Li Jiarui. Li Yunxi’s power on the dragon throne was too powerful, and Ning Yongyuan was a little afraid of him.

Li Yunxi, who was sitting on the dragon throne, stared at Li Jiarui. The Yulin Guard had verified that the shoe print was made by Li Jiarui.

But Li Jiarui didn’t hold back at all in front of him. Instead, he glared angrily at the man who was officially his senior uncle. Li Yunxi looked at it and really laughed in anger.

When Li Jiarui looked at Jing Xingzhi with an unkind expression, he reached the peak of Li Yunxi’s tolerance.

Li Yunxi picked up a brush dipped in ink and threw it with a whoosh.

The brush hit Li Jiarui’s face, drawing a mark on his face, and fell onto the purple python robe.

“You bastard!” Li Yunxi stood up angrily and yelled at Li Jiarui, “Stupid boy, I’ve really spoiled you!”