----Damn it, whoever curses her has no conscience, whoever curses her is in a hurry, nnd.----
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Prince Su's Mansion
The dark night is like an inkstone, the cool breeze is like water, and the cold crescent moon hangs high in the sky, hazy and mysterious.
Susha Juezun Hua Weilin's figure was as elegant and pure as an immortal under the moonlight. As soon as he returned to Fujing, he walked towards his son's residence, "Mozhu Residence".
The night wind blows by, and the fragrance of bamboo bursts, which is quiet and pleasant. The sound of rustling bamboo leaves collides like a flood, and it seems to be composing a bamboo nocturne at night.
A simple and elegant bamboo garden is built across the bamboo forest. The garden is elegant in shape and made of pure bamboo towers. It has a unique style. It is located in a privately planted bamboo forest, like an isolated paradise.
Outside the Bamboo House, a boy wearing elegant brocade clothes sat on a wooden wheelchair. His delicate hands were caressing the fine jade-colored jade polygonatum, and he put the polygonatum to his lips and tried his best, but still couldn't blow.
Bamboo music.
It's still the same. He has been like this for ten years. He can't make the sound of the jade bamboo using any method. Even if he studies the inner strength and mental skills diligently, it is in vain.
Su Xuan's Chao Xing eyes were like a pool of water, radiant with injustice. He looked at the jade bamboo soul in his hand and wandered away. He didn't even notice that Su Sha Jue behind him had been waiting for a long time.
"Xuanhan, are you thinking about your mother?" Su Shajue smiled gently and elegantly. His gorgeous figure was even more noble in the night, and the domineering look between his eyebrows was slightly frowning, which made people awe-inspiring.
Hearing the sound and looking back, Su Xuanhan noticed Su Shajue's figure. He pressed the handle of the wheelchair with his right hand and the wheelchair turned to the left. Pressing it again, the wooden wheelchair had turned steadily and faced Su Shajue with his eyes: "Dad
!" In addition to respect, the faint words also contained inexplicable guilt.
"It's cold at night, why don't you go inside and have a rest?" Su Sha was no different from the kind father that ordinary people treat their children. He condescended to walk behind him and pushed the wheelchair. The sound of the wheel creaked.
Every time he heard Su Shajue, he would feel like a thousand knives piercing his heart. He owed him so much!
"Dad, why didn't you tell me about my mother?" Su Xuanhan boldly asked as he entered the room, with a clear vibrato in his voice.
The movement of the wheelchair stalled, and Su Shajue's hand holding the armrests of the wheelchair tightened suddenly. Junrong was a little confused, but still smiled: "It's not that I won't tell you, but every time I think about it, I miss your mother more."
The more you kiss, the more guilty you feel. If you want to listen, I will tell you." The cold voice was like the sound of a lonely pond, so sad that it made people feel sad.
After hearing this, Su Xuanhan felt a lump in his throat and almost couldn't make a sound. His heart on the left side was so painful that he was almost suffocating. His hand holding Yuzhu was so tight that he didn't even realize it.
After a long while, Xiao Xuanhan turned to Su Shajue and said with a smile: "Then I don't want to know. I'll wait until Dad doesn't feel sad."
Su Shajue walked up to his son and knelt down, his low mute voice still trembled, stretched out his hand to caress his face, and said: "Han'er." Having this son was enough, even if he had to serve this disabled son for the rest of his life.
He will never be resentful in his life.
The two father and son looked at each other and smiled faintly, but they had a tacit understanding of blood connection.
Suddenly, Su Shajue suddenly remembered something, Qi Yin asked with a smile: "How are the brewing skills you have learned from Mr. Jun these days? I must have made great progress, right?"
Over the past few decades, Han'er has become closer to Jun Ziyan, and his temperament has become less cold. Especially when making tea, you can often feel the smile dancing at the corner of his mouth.
As soon as he heard his father talking about that gentleman's words, Su Xuanhan's little face suddenly turned dark, and he felt a surge of anger rising from his dantian like a flood, almost ready to explode. He snorted in annoyance and said: "He doesn't keep his word, isn't it?"
He is a man, Han'er will never pay attention to him again."
It is really unreasonable for this gentleman to dare to let him go.
Huh? Seeing his son so angry, Su Sha Jue was startled. He felt inexplicably funny and asked with a smile: "What's wrong with him? He refuses to teach you cooking skills? Although dad doesn't often come into contact with him, I can see that he is a gentleman."
, although his words are a bit arrogant and his personality is a bit flamboyant, he is not ungentlemanly." Perfect handsome face is what he thinks in his heart. I know him very well, but I also feel that I can have a close friendship with this person, just because he has given me so much.
I feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"He dares not to teach you." Su Xuanhan suddenly yelled angrily. He noticed his father's smile and immediately changed his words: "It doesn't matter if you don't say it. Anyway, dad, please don't take his words seriously in the future. He is just a talker."
The villain who talks big words is called 'junziyan', but he doesn't abide by the promise of a gentleman at all. What kind of gentleman is he? It is simply an insult to the name of a gentleman!"
The more Su Xuanhan talked, the angrier he became. His face was as pink as porcelain and his eyebrows were raised angrily. He was so angry. His lips were pouted and his cheeks were bulging. He was so cute, like a fairy child from Qiong Yao.
Seeing this, Su Sha couldn't help but smile. This gentleman said that it was really interesting. It was the first time that he saw his son being so angry and excited because of a person.
Such a son made him feel more real than ever before, and he felt even more relieved.
In the past, Han'er was always respectful to him, with a serious look on his face, and was not fond of smiling in front of him. He was as rigid as a little old man. However, he was accustomed to being cold and cold, so no matter how warm he was to him, he could not be more friendly.
In addition, there are no female subjects in Prince Su's palace, they are all male servants and guards, so when the two of them get along for a long time, there will always be something less than an ordinary father and son.
But Han'er's dependence on him is innate, and he will never be coquettish or stingy like ordinary children, because he knows his flaws and his guilt for him, so the relationship between the two is not like that of father and son.
, rather like one collecting debts and the other repaying them.
Now Xuan Han actually dares to comment on other people in front of him and is so angry. This is a good sign. After all, Xuan Han is only ten years old. The nature of a child has never appeared before. He just wants to do what a young prince should do.
He felt sorry for everyone because of his duty.
Now it seems that 'Yu Fengxuan' was the right gift, otherwise he would not have known Jun Ziyan. Originally, I just hoped that he could own a teahouse, cook and study by himself, and have more contact with the outside world, so as not to lose his character.
I continued to be lonely, but I didn't expect to gain so much.
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Yufengxuan
"Hello--"
In the private room on the third floor, Junziyan, who was just about to spread paper and grind it on the bookcase, suddenly felt a chill on his back and an itchy nose, and sneezed loudly, which was very sudden and terrifying at night.
Sniffing, Jun Ziyan was confused for a while, raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself: "Strange, who cursed me?"
In order to file a lawsuit tomorrow, she stayed up late at night, studying the laws of Ji Jin. Damn, whoever cursed her without any conscience would be in a hurry, nnd.
When his nerves returned to normal, Jun Ziyan held the langhao pen in his hand, supported his cheeks with both hands, and rolled his eyes from time to time, mischievously yet seriously, complaining, how to write this ancient complaint?
If we use modern writing methods and combine them with ancient laws, it should be feasible, right? Thinking of this, Qingjun's face was full of energy, the corner of his mouth raised, he stood up and started writing, lightly touching the pen and looking at it, his movements were flowing freely on the plain white Goryeo