Jin Tingjiao

Chapter 209
She talked to herself for a while, then turned her head to see Shen Xi who was looking at her fixedly, and then remembered her previous question: "Since the servant entered Shen's house, she rarely went out, she had never seen the servant before." .

"Even if I saw it, I wouldn't recognize it because I didn't go back to the Zhang family in the past.

"Although Han Dun has lived in the Zhang family for a long time, the rules of the Zhang family are very strict. He can't enter the inner courtyard even if he is a foreigner, so he doesn't recognize me."

What's more, she has been suffering all these years, and her face has also changed. Who would remember a maid in the mansion of the subjugated minister?

Shen Xi nodded, but still said: "Although this is the case, you must not take it lightly. In the future, try to stay in Shen's house and not go out."

Aunt Pei agrees here.

Shen Xi pondered for a while, finally opened the curtain of the car, bent down and got down on the ground.

The vicissitudes of life in front of me poured into my eyes irresistibly.

On the plum tree across the street, the knife marks from her playing in the early years had grown higher than her door lintel, and had turned into a huge tumor.

Brother Zhang Yu didn't want to see Wen Chan, and Ah Shan's wife also said that Wen Chan was not a good person, and the relationship between the Han family and the Zhang family was not as close as expected, which was consistent with what Qi Jiu said.

This shows that the Zhang family is wary of Wen Chan.

So where does this precaution come from?

Wen Chan doesn't have that much skill, and after killing her, she still has the strength to attack the Zhang family, and she doesn't have to.

In addition, Zhang Yu also mentioned "seeing people and thinking about others", so it can be guessed that the Zhang family's guard against her probably stemmed from the cause of her death back then...

Could it be that Zhang Yu really suspected that her death had something to do with Wen Chan?

If so, why didn't he take immediate action?

Now that he suspected that he had fallen in love with her, there was no reason to let her go.

So why didn't he do it?Does he have any scruples, more considerations, or is it just because he can't be sure it's her?
"Someone is here, let's go."

Qi Jiu whispered.

She took a deep breath, took another deep look at the desolate and quiet courtyard, and turned around to get into the car.

However, before she lifted her foot, she stopped suddenly, turned her head and looked under the opposite plum tree.

I don’t know when a horse stood under the tree. On a blood-blooded horse with maroon fur like silk satin, sat a man as warm and moist as jade. He was dressed in a green shirt and stood facing the gate, as if he had just stood there in the blink of an eye. A jade carving under a tree.

Shen Xi's heart moved slightly, He Lanzhun?

Why is he here?

She held her breath for a moment and then walked over: "Mr. He Lan?"

He Lanzhun paused slightly, then turned his head back, there was still a trace of deep concentration in those eyes full of mountains and rivers.

But soon, a spring breeze appeared on his face: "Miss Shen."

Shen Xi's jaw.

He got off the horse and stood beside the horse. The mansion behind him stood against him. In a trance, it was Xu Jing holding the horse and standing here waiting for her in the past.

Time has not passed away, nor have Sri Lankan people disappeared.

He is the one sitting in the Zhongjun yamen, and he is also the person standing on horseback outside Zhang's house.

It seems that as long as she calls out, the person opposite will immediately come over with complaints: "Why did you come?"

"girl?"

He is calling her.She lowered her eyes, settled her mind, and when she raised her head, her eyes still fell on his face: "I don't know why Mr. is here?"

He Lanzhun had obviously been looking at her, and upon hearing this, he only softened his expression: "I went to Han's house to greet the old lady, the old lady loves flowers, so she wanted to stop by the street market ahead to buy some flowers.

"I happened to pass by the abandoned house of the Han family, and suddenly remembered that it was the residence of Zhang Zijie, the former Grand Tutor, so I stopped to take a look."

He has a magnanimous complexion and is fluent and fluent, which can be called the four characters of Fengguang Jiyue.

Shen Xi looked away from his face and looked at the big plum tree behind him.

The tumor on the tree was the mark left when she compared height with Xu Jing.

At that time, Zhang Yu always said that she was short, but Xu Jing comforted her by saying that she was not short at all, and then when measuring her height, he deliberately carved an extra section up.

Her current height is about the same as Zhang Ying, and she is half a head lower than He Lanzhun in front of her. Standing in front of Xiao Huai, the top of her head only reaches his chin.

Seeing that she hadn't said a word, He Lanzhun had a little inquiry on his face: "I don't know why the girl is here?"

"I was passing by too." Shen Xi said.She raised her head and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Han's old lady, are they very familiar?"

He Lan looked at her earnestly, raised his lips and said: "By the order of the prince, He Lan will perform the junior ceremony in front of the old lady."

Shen Xi was slightly taken aback.

King Yan asked him to go to Wen Chan to perform the junior ceremony, so that means he didn't consider letting Xiao Huai go?But as arrogant as he is, it is impossible to agree to do such a thing.

It's just that Wen Chan, who was in love with Xu Jing bitterly in the past, was respected by He Lanzhun, who looked almost the same as Xu Jing, as an elder, could she laugh?
She settled in the autumn wind and twitched the corners of her mouth.

He Lanzhun's eyes never left her, but after a while, those eyes were also stained with autumn colors, becoming deep and distant.

"I don't know if sir is in a hurry to go to the Han Mansion?"

She suddenly raised her head, her bright eyes were like bright lights with the veil removed, and like morning stars dotted in the night.

He raised his eyebrows.

"It's rare to meet here by chance. If you are not in a hurry, I know there is a time-honored teahouse on the street. I will treat you to a cup of tea!"

She raised her lips and smiled, the loneliness that enveloped her when she first saw her suddenly disappeared under this smile, and she became bright and lively.

He smiled and got on his horse: "Let's go."

There are not only time-honored tea houses on the streets, but also time-honored silver houses, silk and satin shops, and rouge shops.

Aunt Pei stayed in the car and never showed up. She and Qi Jiu stayed downstairs, while Shen Xi and He Lanzhun went to the elegant room on the second floor.

The room was chosen by He Lanzhun, and he was actually a regular customer of this teahouse.

Outside the window is a bucket-thick sweet-scented osmanthus tree, covering most of the courtyard like a canopy, and the fragrance pours into the window like a tide, saving all incense.

He Lanzhun ordered Longjing and poured her tea.

When he entered the tea room, he looked calmer than usual, and he seemed to have something on his mind in a trance, but he could see all the movements around him.

Being so alert and steady, it was easy for him to reveal a little bit of his aura as the master of the palace.

He is not as powerful as Xiao Huai, but he has a frightening force of his own.

"Mr. He Lan doesn't seem like a native of the Northland. I don't know where his ancestral home is?"

The air in the evening is slightly cooler, and at this time of season, the white mist from the tea can already be seen.

Shen Xi entered the theme amidst the tea soup.

He Lanzhun held the cup and raised her lips, her eyes were inadvertently bright and seductive: "Why does Miss Shen care about this?"

"I think the gentleman is very handsome, he doesn't look like a martial artist, but rather a child from a family in the south of the Yangtze River."

Jiangnan is the birthplace of the Helian people.Although the Xu family has practiced martial arts for several generations, their bodies and bones are still not as strong as those of the Northlanders.

He Lanzhun's figure is not only lean and slender as a martial artist, but also elegant and smooth as a literati, which can be used as an excuse.

(End of this chapter)