Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 773

The servant was also an old man of the Huan family, and he knew the subtleties between Huan Daofei and Huan Zicheng, so he didn't dare to ask more questions, so he bowed and retreated.

Not long after, there was a soft sound of horseshoes, but it was a dumb slave driving a green horse-drawn carriage, and the servant Fenqin stood on the shaft of the carriage, and when he saw Huan Zicheng, he burst into a big smile and said happily : "Lang Jun, the car is here."

Huan Zicheng nodded without saying a word, and when the carriage stopped, he stepped into the carriage with his robe lifted.

There is no incense or tea set in the carriage, only square green felt and a wall of small candles, which are very simply arranged.

Fen Qin didn't follow in, and was still sitting on the shaft of the car, babbling about what she and the dumb slave were talking about, her clear voice gradually dissipating in the night.

Huan Zicheng sat against the wall of the car, looking down at his hands.

In his hand, he was holding a rough cocoon paper folded into a square. The creases on the dark yellow paper overlapped, as if it had been folded and opened more than once.

He stared at the paper for a while, then slowly raised his hand and brought the paper to his nose.

A faint fishy smell lingered in the nose in an instant.

His eyebrows moved, and there seemed to be a faint smile in the depths of his cold eyes.

However, the smile soon faded away.

He put away the paper, took out the kit again, took out the letterhead inside and read it several times, and there was a bit of coldness in his eyes.

The carriage swayed forward, passed through the wide imperial street, and drove to the southeast corner of the metropolis where rich and powerful gathered.

Huan's mansion is located in the east direction of this area. It is a big house with six entrances and six roads. It is an old house where Huan has lived for many years.

Huan Zicheng also put away the kit, sat in the carriage, closed his eyes slightly, a tired expression appeared on his usually cold face.

However, when the carriage stopped, he stepped out of the carriage, but he had already returned to his usual indifference, as if the fatigue just now had never appeared.

He stepped across the high and wide terrace of Huan Mansion, and entered the courtyard. On his ice-like face, he was as calm and calm as ever.If you don't look carefully, no one will notice that there is still a little unnatural flush on his cheeks.

"Is your lord going to visit your wife?" Fen Qin asked in a low voice when stepping on the stone steps hanging from the arched door.

Huan Zicheng didn't stop walking, his robe sleeves rolled up in the night wind: "Let's go to Puyuan first."

"Pu Yuan?" Fen Qin widened her eyes and looked at him in surprise.

Pu Garden is Mr. Silang's residence, his family's Mr. almost never set foot there, why did he suddenly go there today?
Fen Qin simply found it extremely strange.

He sneaked a glance at Huan Zicheng, but saw that he was still indifferent, with his crimson shirt fluttering and his sleeves facing the wind, he stepped on the cross road at a leisurely pace.

Fen Qin frowned.

This is too strange, even if you want to sit with Mr. Sirang for a while, you don't have to rush tonight.Under normal circumstances, it is always somewhat impolite to visit at night.

However, Huan Zicheng's demeanor was extremely determined, Shi Shiran turned from the Yonglu to the curved corridor, his footsteps were not too fast, it seemed that he had planned to visit Puyuan at night.

Fen Qin followed behind him with her head tilted, with a puzzled look on her face.

Not long after, two exquisite doors with bamboo fences appeared right in front of the two of them.

Puyuan has arrived.

Huan Zicheng didn't stop walking, turned up the small path, and climbed up the stairs again, his robe fluttered gently in the night wind.

In Puyuan, the lights are still bright.

Huan Ziyu thought he hadn't slept yet, through the gap between the bamboo doors, Fenqin caught a glimpse of a figure moving from time to time on the window paper of the big house in the middle of the courtyard, and under the eaves of the courtyard gate, a big octagonal lantern covered Dressed in crimson gauze, there was a red light.

The guard at the door saw Huan Zicheng from a long distance away, but he was dumbfounded for a moment, the expression on his face was like seeing a ghost.

As we all know, Huan Dalang is cold and indifferent, and never pretends to talk to his younger siblings. In the past two years, he has been especially indifferent, and he has even cut off his usual walking.

But who would have thought that he actually appeared in Puyuan.

On this night, which is said to be a Dragon Boat Palace banquet, this Dalang Lord went to the banquet and returned home. He didn't want to go back to his residence to rest, but he came in the dark, with a long crimson gown fluttering in the wind, like a fairy descending from the sky. .

The boy stared straight at him and forgot to even salute.

Seeing this, Fenqin immediately raised her chest high, walked over with her head held high, rushed to the bottom of the steps ahead of Huan Zicheng, and said proudly: "My lord is here to see Mr. Silang."

Huan Zicheng is the eldest son of the Huan family, and the most noble among the younger generation of the Huan family. Even though Fen Qin is always worried that his husband is not good enough for his younger siblings in private, at this time, the eldest son's airs Must have feet.

His voice was clear enough, the boy was startled by the sound, and finally understood a little bit, scratched his head and let out an "oh", turned around and ran back, felt that something was wrong after running two steps, He ran back hurriedly to salute Huan Zicheng, said indiscriminately, "I have seen Mr. Da Lang", and hurried back again.

Xu Huan Zicheng's appearance was too surprising. Before the young man ran two feet, he bumped his head on the doorpost for some reason, and he "dumped" back a few steps, sitting on his buttocks. on the ground.

Fen Qin grinned beside her.

That hit was not light, and it was destined to hit the birthday boy's head.

The young man seemed a little stunned. After sitting on the ground for a while, he got up and stumbled all the way into the courtyard to spread the message.

Fen Qin shook his head: "This is going to hurt." After thinking for a while, he looked up at Huan Zicheng and smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Lang, we have some useful plasters over there, I'll send some here later. , how are you?"

He is already 11 years old this year. Although he has grown a little, he is still very short in front of Huan Zicheng, only reaching his armpits. Looking up at people like this, his flickering eyes are so clean Like a newborn baby.

Huan Zicheng's face showed a rare gentleness.

"No." He said, flicking his sleeves, ignoring Fenqin's rapidly slumped face, and cast his gaze forward.

The gate of Pu Garden was opened from the inside soon, and Huan Ziyu was standing in front of the steps in a white shirt that was as snowy as snow, and his face was as gentle as jade. Don’t blame me, elder brother. Please come in quickly.”

His voice was very respectful, and his demeanor was extremely humble. The so-called gentleman who is like a spring breeze is probably like this.

Huan Zicheng stood with his hands behind his back, without moving his eyebrows, he just stared at his fourth brother indifferently.

At that moment, there was a hard indifference in his eyes.

Huan Ziyu was startled.

But soon, he smiled as warmly as before, and said earnestly again: "Eldest brother, don't stand outside the door, let's go into the room and talk."

The gentle voice was blown away by the night wind, Huan Zicheng's cold face showed no emotion.

　Thank you for the safety charms of Sanbao Qixi sesame and corn children's shoes, and thank you for the monthly pass.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)