Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 113 Young Master, Don't Suffer Yourself
Zhu Yan was stunned.

Originally, he just asked casually, and didn't point out that his son could really satisfy his vicious desire to spy, so when he heard this answer, his brain, which has always been eloquent, went blank, and he didn't know how to react.

After a full three breaths of silence, Zhu Yan managed to regain his sanity and moved closer to him.

"Young Master, this subordinate has been with you for so many years, and this is the first time I've heard these words from you."

Yan Yun's eyes moved slightly, but he pursed his lips and said nothing.

Not to mention Zhu Yan, even he himself felt as if he was dreaming after saying this sentence, as if something he had been avoiding all the time, something that he deliberately ignored was ruthlessly torn off his coat, and spread out naked on his face. in front of you.

The almost cruel Ling Chi followed his many days of struggle and indifference.

When did it start?
He no longer regards her purely as a companion and subordinate, but examines her from the perspective of a man, perhaps because of the pretended calmness that prevented her from riding with Shi Yi, or perhaps because of the unintentional accident in the cracks in the mine. The skin-to-skin contact, maybe it was because of the palpitations when he was angry when he was applying the medicine for her, or maybe the song "Crane Soaring to the Sky" in the Palm Fang Pavilion disturbed his heart.

The daylight was dim and misty, and the fragrance was lingering.

He closed his eyes and played the piano, not looking at the bare feet stepping on the soft blanket, like a smear of snow splashing into the gorgeous sunlight, interweaving a bewitching beauty, not listening to the tulle spinning, stagnating, and falling silently with the footsteps On the ground, it draws out the charming style.

He clearly heard that his heartbeat was out of balance, and the blood seemed to rush to the top of his head like burning.

Ashamed, angry, embarrassed, overwhelmed...

Such strange and intense emotions almost ruined his calm and calm demeanor. At that moment, he realized very clearly—something seemed to have changed silently.

The situation was out of his control.

He introduced Jin Xu to her, let her handle Song Jinyu's case with full authority, promoted Shen Zhibai, and intentionally or unintentionally revealed the dark forces that even the clan didn't know, in order to remind himself not to forget his true heart in this way.

——He gave her the Qingyun Road, and she gave him the ladder.

A transaction has nothing to do with Fengyue.

Clinker!

"My lord, Mr. Shen is full of praise for the girl, and he has blue eyes."

"Speaking of which, he looks good, and his temperament is gentle and modest. He is the choice of a good husband."

"Do you like being able to deceive others, young master? Could it be possible that you can also deceive yourself?"

"What is the master's plan for Miss Su?"

……

A Shen Zhibai, a world of fireworks.

In addition, there is a second-rate matchmaker who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, and always wants to hold the red line.

The situation forced the high wall in his heart to collapse, and he had to face up to the complicated emotions that he once avoided like snakes and scorpions. He was confused and struggling, at a loss and strange, dangerous...and full of temptation!

Zhu Yan looked at his master who had lost his mind twice in a short period of time, and couldn't help sighing.

"My lord, do you know what your subordinates admire most about you?"

Yan Yun looked at him indifferently, and before waiting for an answer, Zhu Yan answered by himself: "No matter how noisy the outside world is, you have always clearly known what you want most."

In the past, he only wanted to protect his clansmen and be an impeccable son of the Yan family.

Start practicing calligraphy when you can talk, and practice martial arts when you can walk. Every day from opening your eyes to falling asleep, you repeat the same thing day after day. , drills and advances, and none of the martial arts strategies can be left behind.

A gentleman is dignified, self-denying and independent.

At the age when other people's children fell down and could only cry with their parents, he was accompanied by only a long sword and a collection of thousands of books.

He never complained, never wronged, and did what he thought he should do in a regular manner.

When it's time to entertain guests, it's time to leave. Yan's family has had hairpin tassels for generations.

Simply because he valued their abilities.

It's like paying attention to Miss Su's skill in autopsy and judging cases, and inviting her to accompany her, paving the way for her, regardless of the argument that a woman cannot be an official.

Even if the outside world is full of turmoil and huge waves are raging in the future, he will probably still sit in the courtyard alone, watching the clouds and falling flowers, without seeing any waves.

He is so calm and stubborn, sticking to the rules in his heart.

Years are like a day.

"No one can stay awake forever..."

Yan Yun's thin lips curled slightly, and he smiled self-deprecatingly.

The chaos of the past few days made him tired of coping, so that in the face of Shen Zhibai, when facing her, his words and emotions occasionally lost his composure. He wanted to tear apart rational malice and the occasional trace of joy, revealing the truest in his heart. contradiction.

"If you can't see clearly, young master, you might as well try to let nature take its course."

Zhu Yan grinned softly, "It's like the plate of candied fruit in front of you. If you didn't eat it yesterday, you won't eat it today, but maybe one day you suddenly want to eat it."

He looked at Yan Yun steadfastly, and said word by word: "My lord, don't suffer yourself."

Yan Yun was used to seeing him jumping up and down out of tune, and suddenly he became serious, and he was still a little uncomfortable. He thought for a long time, stroked his forehead and sighed softly: "You go out first, I want to be alone for a while."

"Yes."

Zhu Yan walked to the door step by step, looking back at the door, looking at the person who was half hidden in the shadow, his whole body was quiet, his eyes were full of desolation, his eyes suddenly became sore.

In fact, he really wanted to say, son, don't stick to that one-acre land and stubbornly want to die alone. It doesn't matter if you come out or let people in, as long as you don't be alone.

When the words came to his lips, he let out a long sigh.

He opened the door, stepped out, closed the door behind his back, and stood for a long time facing the glare of the sun with a solemn expression, with a deep look on his face.

"Slap"!
A gravel hit Zhuyan's feet, he looked in the direction from which the 'hidden weapon' was thrown, and saw the shadow of a tree shaking in the corner, revealing Qichi's pale, ghostly face.

"come over."

Xichi silently made a lip gesture.

Zhu Yan couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and slowly swayed over, staring at him angrily: "What are you doing? Didn't you see me thinking about life?"

"How is it in there?"

"How about what?"

"Sir."

Qi Chi frowned and looked at him, "My lord, is he alright?"

"It's rare that you can actually look at people's faces. Don't worry, you will be fine soon."

Zhu Yan turned his head and looked in the direction of the room. Their young master is a smart man, he can't make any trouble if he is confused for a while, and he will naturally know how to choose after he thinks clearly.

Compared with the young master, he was more worried about these wooden stakes.

"Qichi, as your big brother, I think it's necessary to remind you."

He said earnestly: "In the future, you don't need to worry about the affairs between Miss Su and the young master, lest you get burned. As for me, I will take care of myself and stop talking nonsense. The rest is up to them."

Xichi seemed to understand the second half of the sentence, but the sentence 'as your big brother'...

His sword eyebrows were raised coldly, and he said angrily, "Get lost—"

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