"This subject is indebted to His Majesty." Youyu said in a panic, "But I ask His Majesty to reconsider and make a new decision."
The Emperor turned over, his shoulders slightly trembling. Youyu felt that the Emperor was secretly laughing.
"Yu'er, zhen is just joking with you." The Emperor said with a smile.
"Asking His Majesty not to make this kind of joke again. This subject cannot afford it." Youyu calmed down a little.
The Emperor did not speak. After a while, his tone returned to its usual indifferent tone.
"Yu'er, you should go back."
Youyu got up from the bed, "This subject … … this subject will withdraw."
After leaving the palace, he had seen the stars in the night sky many times. The palace under the heavy night sky was much more beautiful than usual.
Youyu was sweating a lot because of nervousness. Being blown by the cold wind from the sky, Youyu shivered for a while. Only now did he really feel cold.
The next morning, Youyu naturally applied for sick leave. He lay on his bed and slept all the way until noon. The bright sun pierced his eyes and made his eyes hurt. He was thirsty and his stomach was empty.
"Lao Song." Youyu shouted, "Bring me a pot of tea and some snacks."
Lao Song did not respond.
Youyu shouted for Lao Song again. "Fuck." Youyu cursed, "Where did everyone go?"
At this time, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door. It seemed to be running. In the next second, the footsteps were already at his door.
"Master! Something happened in the hall again! "Housekeeper Song rushed in anxiously and energetically.
Youyu felt a little tired. Why did this pavilion cause trouble every two or three days? But he still immediately asked:
"What happened?"
Steward Song gasped for breath, "Treasure, treasure, the treasure in the pavilion was stolen."
"What?" Youyu's blood rushed to his head.
The Guiyu Pavilion was a famous antique shop that had been passed down for generations in the capital city.
Moreover, they never made enemies. They paid particular attention to honest business, and harmony brought wealth. After so many years of ups and downs, the neighboring shops had changed many times, but none of them hated Guiyu Pavilion.
Even if Guiyu Pavilion was making a loss, it would not cheat a single cent. After all, Guiyu Pavilion's main source of income was the theater in the backyard.
Youyu could not tolerate the fact that the thief had come all the way here to steal from a high-ranking official like himself.
However, no matter how strong his fighting spirit was, he still needed the support of his body to catch the real culprit. He was quite hungry.
"I see." Youyu sat down. "But you still have to get me something to eat first."
Steward Song was stunned for a moment, but he still ran over immediately.
While eating the osmanthus cake, melon seed cake, honey flavored pear balls, and drinking the Cloud Top Snow Sprout, Youyu reorganized the sequence of events in his mind, the cause and effect, and if possible, the past and present lives.
Although he had not sorted out the memories of the past and present lives.
He felt that he had been too agitated earlier. Indeed, when a person was impulsive, their brain would not be able to think clearly. It was a mistake to suspect an ordinary thief.
Since he dared to steal from Guiyu Pavilion, he was definitely not a petty thief. Perhaps it had something to do with Youyu himself. After all, there were many people who did not like Youyu.
A chivalrous hero in the Jianghu robbing the rich to help the poor? Youyu thought for a while and felt that it was quite boring for a hero to rob an antique that was not easy to carry around.
It was even more unlikely that the officials in the imperial court did not like him. After all, they were scholars and high-ranking officials. They would not do such a thing.
Youyu vaguely had a figure in his mind. It was the figure that appeared in Youyu's memories.
However, he suppressed this thought. That figure would probably not return to the Capital City. However, he could not be too sure.
In the end, he came to a conclusion. Since he was here for him and not the treasure, he must have wanted to attract his attention. Therefore, the best method now was to wait. He did not have to do anything. He just had to wait.
Youyu called Steward Song over. "Lao Song, I have a good idea."
Steward Song widened his eyes. "As expected of the Pavilion Master. Master, what's the idea?"
"Hang up a few more treasures for him to steal," Youyu said seriously.
Steward Song asked, "Master, you didn't faint from anger, right?"
Youyu patted Lao Song's head. "No, not only did I not faint from anger, my mind is very clear now."
In the eyes of others, Guiyu Pavilion seemed to have encountered a joyous occasion these few days. All kinds of treasures were displayed. Famous calligraphy and paintings were hung all over the walls. It caused the pavilion to be filled with people all day long.
"In my opinion, this painting should have been painted by a Tang Dynasty artist." A group of people gathered around the painting and chattered.
"Not bad, not bad. This painting was painted by a famous Tang Dynasty artist. It seems that this young master is also an expert." Youyu smiled and walked towards the crowd.
"Oh, the young master actually came personally." A voice came from the crowd.
"I thought that it would be boring to see these treasures piled up in the warehouse alone, so I took advantage of the free time these few days to display them for everyone to see," Youyu said as he swept his gaze across the crowd.
However, Youyu was secretly looking at everyone's appearance to see if there were any new faces.
Youyu had arranged for Lao Song to stand at the entrance. Every person who came in would be carefully scrutinized by Lao Song, so his vision was a little blurry now.
"Sigh." Youyu sighed. He looked around and did not find anything new. He sat down, drank some tea, and made a decision.
"Hey, Youyu, what are you doing? It's so noisy. I can't sleep well in the backyard." Sun Yizhi frowned and walked out. He picked up Youyu's tea and took a big gulp.
"How come I don't see anyone complaining?" Youyu asked.
"I heard that you were catching thieves?" Sun Yizhi asked back. "Why are you catching thieves in broad daylight? You might as well come at night.
Fine, I'll catch them with you. "
Hearing his words, Youyu suddenly had a new plan.
"Yizhi, thank you for the reminder ~" Youyu smiled.
"Idiot." Sun Yizhi said and went back.
In the evening, Youyu arranged for Lao Song to wear his clothes and swagger onto the carriage to create the illusion that he was returning home.
Guiyu Pavilion's doors were closed. Everything in the pavilion was shrouded in darkness and silence.
Youyu held a candle and carefully looked up and down to make sure that no one was hiding.
He sat with Sun Yizhi on the mahogany chair in the hall and stared blankly.
The candle's light pushed the darkness a few feet away. Other than a circle of light, the surroundings were too dark to see clearly.
"Hey, Yizhi, are you still thinking about Lord Zhang?" Youyu asked out of boredom.
Yizhi rolled his eyes. "Who would think about him? He's not here. I've been quite free recently."
"You're right. Don't sulk when the time comes." Youyu told him.
Yizhi changed the topic. "What kind of person would come to Guiyu Pavilion to steal things? Could it be that they're not even human? "
Youyu was actually quite brave. After all, he had lived here since he was young. He had an indescribable sense of familiarity with this building.
When he was reminded, he suddenly remembered that when he was young, he had walked around in the dark and couldn't find his way. It was his father who found him and brought him out.
"Yizhi, you can't scare me." Youyu said.
"Who's scaring you? Recently, this building has been very quiet at night. It feels colder inside the building than outside. Sometimes, I can even hear the sound of opera singing. I was wondering who was so hardworking to practice martial arts so late at night. In the end, when I looked, there was no one on the stage at all." Yizhi's face looked more mysterious than usual under the candlelight.
Youyu said, "If it's true, I'd like to see it. Maybe I can even see my father." He didn't say what he looked like.
"Tsk." Yizhi rolled his eyes. "I've told this story to other people. They were all scared. You're so boring."
Suddenly, a creaking sound rang out without them noticing.
Yizhi was so scared that he immediately hid behind Youyu.
"Ha, with your guts, you're scaring people?" Youyu couldn't help but laugh.
"Shut up. Let's go see what it is!" Yizhi suppressed his angry voice.
Youyu held a candle and walked slowly. Wherever the candle went, they could see things under the yellow light. All around them was endless darkness. Yizhi pulled on Youyu's sleeve and kept talking.
It was just a window that was blown open.
"Tsk." Yizhi made a sound of disdain. "It's just a window."
Youyu and Yizhi returned to the mahogany chair and stared blankly. Yizhi fell asleep after a while.
"Yizhi, you came to catch a thief with me. You fell asleep so early." Youyu said as he covered Yizhi with a robe.
When he turned around, a tall figure appeared in the darkness.
Youyu didn't hesitate to raise the candle to the figure.
Then, under the dim candlelight, he saw a very familiar face. It was the face that existed in his memory.
His previous vague conjecture was completely confirmed at this moment. The guess that he suppressed in the bottom of his heart was the truth that surprised him more than the truth of an ordinary thief.
"Pei Youyu, you haven't changed at all." The black figure spoke.
Youyu was about to walk forward when the black figure suddenly blew out the candle. The whole building was plunged into pure darkness. In the darkness, he felt a hand grip his wrist so tightly that it hurt. Then, the hand loosened, and he heard footsteps.
"Hey, you're leaving just like that?" Youyu asked anxiously in the darkness. There was no response.
He lit the candle again, but at this moment, the treasures, calligraphy, and paintings in front of him were quietly shrouded in the candlelight, as if everything that happened just now was just a dream.
"Sigh." Youyu sighed, and the candlelight flickered because of it.
This was Youyu's previous memory. When he met the corresponding person, it would naturally appear.
At that time, he was still studying seriously. His father was still alive, and the business in the building was booming.
But his father didn't let him touch anything in the building. Instead, he arranged for him to stay in a small remote room and study hard. Later, there were too many people coming in and out of the building. His father publicly recruited a few helpers.
That day, when the building was about to close, a somewhat strange person came.
The strange thing was that he didn't look like a down-to-earth helper. He looked a bit wild and dressed in a casual and refreshing way. But his father didn't think much of it and recruited him.
Finally, it was the peak of the festival. There was a big banquet in the building, and people from all walks of life were invited to gather in the same hall. Opera was performed one after another, and dozens of pots of wine were served. Laughter and cheers were endless. Youyu, who was in the small room, couldn't hold back anymore.
He sneaked out, wanting to see the opera and eat the delicacies. But the building was full of twists and turns, and he couldn't figure out the way. After turning left and right, he accidentally opened a door.
Inside the door was the newcomer, who was wantonly putting the treasures one by one into a big bag.
"You …" Youyu was so surprised that he couldn't speak. When he came back to his senses, he turned around and ran out of the door, wanting to shout.
"Come quickly …" Before he could say the rest of the words, he was pulled into the room by a pair of strong hands in an instant. The door was slammed shut.
Some faint light shone in through the gap between the windows. Youyu's mouth was covered by a hand. He felt a body taller than him tightly pressed against his back, and he heard heavy and muddy breathing beside his ear.
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