Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 774

"Just this once." Huan Zicheng opened his mouth quickly.
The cold voice seemed to be soaked in the moonlight of a winter night, as if it could freeze a person's flesh and blood.

The smile on Huan Ziyu's face quickly faded, and after a while, he frowned: "Elder brother, what does this mean? I don't understand what elder brother is talking about..."

"There will be no next time." The icy voice sounded again, freezing Huan Ziyu's next words and his expression.

At that moment, on the face of Mr. Huanshi Silang, there was an expression about to be angry but not angry, and this expression seemed to be fixed on his face, even the arc of the corner of his lips was always hanging there. place.

Huan Zicheng didn't say another word, flicked his sleeves, turned around and stepped down the stone steps.

The moonlight rolls in, rolling over layers like waves, filtering his bloody back in red clothes, chilling, cold, mysterious, yet gorgeous and gorgeous, absolutely blooming in the dark night.

At that moment, all the servants, including Fen Qin, were stunned and fascinated again.

Just a back view can also make people feel the profound momentum, as if standing by the abyss, it makes people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

Qinghuan is indeed the most beautiful boy in Dadu.

Everyone had such thoughts in their hearts, looking at the back of the moonlight, they were all fascinated, the crowd was silent, and there was not even a cough.

It wasn't until the crimson figure walked far away in the night that Fen Qin was the first to wake up.

He looked back, but saw all the people in Puyuan standing in a daze, even Mr. Silang was full of astonishment, and there was even a little fear on his face.

Fen Qin couldn't help puffing out her chest.

Aside from other things, the talent of their husband is very good.

"I'll go back first, Sir Sir forgive me." After saluting Huan Ziyu hastily, Fen Qin hurriedly chased him out.

Turning around the Yonglu Road and stepping onto the curved corridor, Huan Zicheng strolled forward with a peaceful expression on his face.

The effect of the medicine has passed, the scorching heat is being withdrawn from the depths of his body bit by bit, and the discomfort is gradually disappearing.

However, a certain discomfort in the bottom of my heart and even in the depths of my soul cannot be eliminated in a short time.

Huan Zicheng's complexion was as hard as iron, but there was a little sarcasm in his eyes.

All the calculations in this world are not as chilling as the calculations from family members.

Even though this is not the first time he has experienced it, it is not even the first time he has experienced it.Or maybe, this calculation is also mixed with other people's calculations, such as the kit, it is likely to come from someone else.

But at this moment, the bone-piercing cold still spread all over his body, making it hard to let go.

The so-called relatives are sometimes more terrifying than your enemies.

"Lang Jun, wait for me...wait for me..." A burst of voices came behind him, but it was Fen Qin who trotted after him.

Huan Zicheng didn't speak, but his pace slowed down a bit.

Fen Qin was out of breath from running, the lantern in her hand swung a lot, and finally caught up with Huan Zicheng.While wiping his forehead, he asked unsteadily, "Why did Lang Jun leave like this?"

His answer was a low "huh".

It's like no answer.

Fen Qin frowned, with a look of worry on his face, and said with a sad face: "Mr. Sir will definitely not like it if he leaves like this."

Huan Ziyu has always had a good face in front of Huan Daofei, if he went to say something, Huan Zicheng's good life, I'm afraid it will be gone again.

Therefore, Fen Qin was very worried.

Huan Zicheng glanced at him with downcast eyes, and the indifference on his face dissipated, and his voice was rare and gentle: "Whether he is angry or not, what does it matter to me?"

Upon hearing this, Fenqin's face collapsed, with a look of hatred for iron and steel: "Mr. Lang, you can't say that. Mr. Sir has always liked Mr. Silang the most. What if..."

"Kids, don't think too much." Huan Zicheng interrupted him, his expression returned to coldness.

Fen Qin looked at his expression, didn't dare to say anything more, so she had to raise the lantern in her hand a little bit higher, and muttered: "There is no lantern in front of him, so Lang Jun walked too fast just now."

Huan Zicheng had great tolerance for this book boy who was always rambling, and the complaints came at this moment, it just made him look at Fen Qin one more time.

Fen Qin knew her husband quite well, knew that he was in a bad mood at the moment, so she stopped talking, and only quietly lit the lamp to lead the way.The master and the servant walked through the courtyard, and first went to the "Qingsheng Stone House" where Mrs. Pei lived to pay their respects.

However, Mrs. Pei had already fallen asleep at this time, only an old woman was left guarding the gate of the Qingsheng Stone House, and Huan Zicheng waited outside the door for a while, until the old woman reported that Mrs. Pei was already asleep, then he led Fenqin back Arrived at Wuyuan.

As soon as he returned to the courtyard, Zhuhe, who was staying in the courtyard, quickly greeted him, and led Huan Zicheng into the study through the curtain. The wife and the thirteenth lady came together, because the lady said that she wanted to find a copybook for the thirteenth lady, so I let the lady into the study, and accompanied the lady to the back room to search for a while, and found three copybooks in total. , Madam took all of them away. The list of copybooks is here."

As he spoke, he handed over a note, on which the title of the copybook was neatly copied: "Lang Jun, please have a look."

Huan Zicheng took the note, put it aside without reading it, and just nodded indifferently: "I see, you go down."

Zhu He bowed his waist and retreated.

Huan Zicheng sat down on the tall table in front of the window, his eyes were focused on the piece of paper on which the copybook was copied, his face was as cold as ice.

After being silent for a while, he got up and walked slowly to the big desk beside him.

That is where he sits at his desk every day, and behind the desk is the big bookshelf, on which there are sub-collections of classics and histories arranged in different categories.

He stood in front of the bookshelf for a while with a calm expression, then reached out and pressed a certain place on the left side of the bookshelf.

"Pa", there was a soft sound, and I don't know what mechanism he touched, a small door was opened on the bottom base of the bookshelf, but it turned out to be a hidden compartment.

Huan Zicheng bent down, observed the hidden compartment carefully for a while, then wiped the edge of the dark compartment with his finger, and looked closely at the candle.

On his fingers, there was a small amount of reddish powder, like cinnabar.

Looking at the red on his finger, Huan Zicheng's lowered eyes felt a chill.

And then, the chill turned into confusion.

This kind of expression rarely appeared on his face. However, at this moment, he seemed to be unable to understand something, so he maintained this kind of expression and stood by the desk for a long time.

The candles flickered out, and there was silence in the study.

Both Fen Qin and Zhu He knew his temper, and no one came to disturb him. The only sound in the room was the very slight rustling sound of the night wind rolling the bamboo curtains.

(End of this chapter)