Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 747

There is a green bamboo curtain hanging on the door of the study room. Although it is an old thing, the curtain color is green and green, and because of the imprint of time, it has a warm luster, just like a clump of bamboo hanging on the On the door.

Huanzi focused his eyes on the Xianglian curtain, the cool wind seeped through the gaps in the thin bamboo strips, fluttering his sleeves and blowing up a lock of hair that had fallen from his temple.

Not long after, a slender figure appeared beside the Xiang curtain. With the sound of light footsteps, the figure beside the curtain swayed, and a corner of the Xiang curtain was picked up, revealing the beautiful face of Huan Shisanniang. And a delicate face.

"Eldest brother is here. I came here for a leisurely walk after dinner, didn't Ah Zhen disturb my elder brother?" She said softly, her words were crisp and her smile was blooming like a spring flower.

"Never disturbed me." Huan Zicheng said concisely, a rare gentleness appeared on his cold face, and his voice also had some ups and downs.

However, his eyes were still extremely cold, like an ancient well without waves.After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the side, opened his lips and said a word: "Sit"

This attitude can be called indifferent, but Thirteen Niang seemed very happy, thanked her with a smile, then stepped forward and sat in the armchair designated by Huan Zicheng, looking around curiously.

If this kind of scrutiny is done by others, it may give people a sense of peeping, but her face is full of innocence, so this sizing up is also somewhat childish.

"It smells so strong of ink, is elder brother writing?" After looking around for a while, Thirteen Niang asked with a charming smile.

Huan Zicheng returned to his original seat and sat across the desk from her, with one hand casually resting on the side of the desk, and said "Mmm", which was his answer.

Apart from this sound, there is no more half-word out.

Thirteen Niang didn't take it seriously, her curious eyes stopped on the big bookshelf behind him, her eyes showed a look of longing, she hesitated for a moment, then she smiled and brushed the fine hair on her sideburns, and her voice was natural. Xixi: "Brother, there are so many books here."

Huan Zicheng gave a faint "huh" and was silent for a moment, then stood up from his seat, and nodded to her slightly abruptly: "Please accompany me."

After saying these two words, he stretched out the sleeves of his robe, and walked to the west corner, as if he was going to deal with something, but he left Thirteen Niangs in the room like this.

Thirteen Niang looked at him in surprise, obviously very puzzled by his sudden action.

After Huan Zicheng left, he stayed in Xishao for a long time, not knowing what he was doing.After about half a cup of tea, there was finally a sound in the room, followed by the sound of unhurried footsteps, which sounded like they were coming from the west.

After a few breaths, Huan Zicheng's slender figure finally appeared at the door of Xicijian.

"I've been waiting for a long time." He said softly to Thirteen Niang who was still sitting there, brushed his sleeves, and slowly sat back beside the desk. No words.

He didn't even say a word of explanation.

Thirteen Niang's deep smile, which was originally on her face, froze.

At that moment, she looked very embarrassed.

Huan Zicheng, however, didn't seem to notice at all, he sat in the chair with no expression on his face.

"Brother... There are a lot of books here, can you tell me which books you have?" After a long time, Thirteen Niang finally seemed to muster up her courage, and looked at Huan Zicheng expectantly. Said softly.

Her only answer was a monosyllabic "um", followed by a long silence.

This wasn't an answer at all, but it finally made Thirteen Niang's expectations fade away bit by bit.

Disappointment welled up between her brows, and soon turned into embarrassment, that beautiful little face gradually flushed, and turned pale again.

The room fell silent, as if no one was there at all.

Thirteen Niang slowly lowered her head, a hurt expression appeared on her lowered face.

At that moment, the bright smile disappeared from her eyes, and the brilliance in her eyes also disappeared after that "huh".

She lowered her head, and subconsciously caressed the hem of the skirt with her delicate fingers, as if she wanted to smooth out the hibiscus pattern embroidered on the hem of the skirt.

Several times, she looked up at Huan Zicheng and opened her mouth as if to speak.

However, Huan Zicheng's expression was cold and alienated, even though the two of them were separated by only one side of the desk, he felt as if they were thousands of miles away.

The disappointment on Thirteen Niang's face gradually turned into bitterness.

She bit her lip, tears welled up in her eyes, and the hand touching the hem of her skirt trembled slightly, almost as if she was convulsing subconsciously, and soon, this trembling spread all over her body.

As for Huan Zicheng, he always sat calmly at the same place, looking at the paperweight on the table with flat eyes, turning a blind eye to Thirteen Niang's sadness and even sadness.

In the extreme oppression of the room, the door curtain was lifted suddenly, and a gust of wind followed, blowing the pages on the desks up.

"Lang Jun, here comes the tea." Fen Qin walked in holding the tea tray, her voice was as clear as ever.

Huan Zicheng said nothing, just nodded his chin on the case.

Fenqin walked forward with a smile, placed the tea tray and cups, served tea for the two of them again, and said to Thirteen Niang with a smile: "This is the citrus tea that girls like to drink. Last time the girl was here After coughing a few times, the gentleman confessed that when the girl comes, we only need to serve this kind of tea. The gentleman also said that this tea is clear and nourishes the throat, but it can relieve cough..."

He was talking in a rambling manner, and filled the teacups of the two of them respectively, as if he didn't notice the coldness in the room.

However, after listening to his words, Thirteen Niang's originally gloomy face became radiant again.

"Thank you, elder brother." She happily picked up the teacup, sipped her tea with her eyes bent, and immediately praised with a smile: "It's really delicious, sweet and refreshing. Brother treats me very well."

Vibrant and lively voices, it was as if a flock of clear-sounding birds had flown into the cold and silent study room, and the originally dark room became a little more lively because of the voices.

Huan Zicheng, on the other hand, remained expressionless.

He raised his hand to pick up the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and his every move was graceful and picturesque, almost fascinating the viewers.

Thirteen Niang looked at his actions, she seemed a little fooled, she covered her lips and smiled after a while, "Elder brother is very elegant, really worthy of Qinghuan's name."

"The thirteenth sister is too famous." Huan Zicheng finally uttered a whole sentence, but it was only six words.

Fen Qin watched from the side, her brows knit into a knot.

Rolling his eyes, he took two steps forward, approached Huan Zicheng and said with a smile, "Lang Jun, Sister-in-Law Zhao just made a fresh dessert. I want to see if you want to..."

"Noisy." Huan Zicheng glanced at him lightly, then raised his hand: "Go down."

Fen Qin's mouth pouted all of a sudden.

"Lang Jun..." He dragged his voice and called out, blinking his eyes and mouthing desperately, winking at Huan Zicheng.

(End of this chapter)