Proud Concubine Difficult to Train: My Palace Comes from Modern Times

----Damn, whoever curses her, whoever curses her is in a hurry, nnd. ----

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Su Wang Mansion

The lacquered night is like an inkstone, the cool wind 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 clean as a fairy under the moonlight. As soon as he returned to Fujing, he walked towards his son's residence "Mozhuju".

The night wind blows, the fragrance of bamboo bursts, it is quiet and pleasant, and the sound of rustling bamboo leaves collides like a flood, as if playing a bamboo nocturne at night.

A simple and elegant bamboo garden is built horizontally among the bamboo forests. The garden is elegant in shape and is built with pure bamboo towers. It has a unique style. It is located in a privately planted bamboo forest, like a paradise isolated from the world.

Outside the bamboo house, a boy in elegant brocade clothes sat on a wooden wheelchair. His delicate hands stroked the fine jade-colored jadeite jade bamboo, put it on his lips, exerted all his internal strength, but still couldn't blow it out. bamboo music.

It's still the same, he has been like this for ten years, he can't use any method to blow out the sound of the Polygonatum odoratum, even if he tries hard to learn inner skills and mental methods, it will be in vain.

Suxuan Chaoxing's eyes are like a pool of water, radiant and radiant, looking at the Yuzhu in his hand, his soul wanders away, even Su Shajue behind him has been waiting for a long time without noticing it.

"Xuan Han, are you missing your mother?" Su Shajue smiled softly, her gorgeous figure was even more noble under the night, and the domineering aura between her brows was faintly sullen, making people awe-inspiring.

Hearing the sound and looking back, Su Xuanhan found Su Shajue's figure. With his right hand, he pressed the seat of the wheelchair, and the wheelchair turned to the left. Pressing it again, the wooden wheelchair turned around steadily and met Su Shajue's four eyes: "Dad !” In addition to respect, there is also inexplicable shame in the faint words.

"It's cold at night, why don't you go inside and rest?" Susha, like the loving father that ordinary people treat their children, condescendingly walked behind him and pushed the wheelchair. Every time Su Shajue hears it, he will feel like a thousand blades piercing his heart, he owes him too much!

"Father, why don't you tell me about your mother?" When he entered the room, Su Xuanhan asked boldly, with an obvious vibrato in his voice.

The forward movement of the wheelchair faltered, Su Shajue's hand holding the armrest of the wheelchair tightened suddenly, Junrong was a little tangled, but he still smiled: "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's because dad misses your mother even more every time he thinks about it." The more you kiss, the more ashamed you feel, if you want to listen to me, I will talk." The cold voice was like the sound of a spring in a lonely pool, so sad that it made people feel sad.

Hearing this, Su Xuanhan felt a lump in his throat, and almost couldn't make a sound, the left side of the heart was so painful that he was about to suffocate, and the hand holding Yuzhu was so tight that he didn't know it.

After a long while, Xiao Xuanhan turned his head and smiled at Susha: "Then I don't want to know, I will listen to it when you are not sad, Dad."

Su Shajue walked up to his son and knelt down, with a trembling voice in his deep mute voice, he stretched out his hand to caress his face, and said, "Han'er." This is enough, even if he is required to serve this crippled son for the rest of his life He will never complain 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's the brewing technique learned with Mr. Jun in the past few days? It must have improved a lot, right?"

For dozens of days, Han'er has gotten closer to Jun Ziyan, and his temperament has become less cold, especially because he can often feel the smile flying from the corner of his mouth when making tea.

As soon as he heard his father talk about that gentleman's words, Su Xuanhan's small face suddenly sank, and he felt a surge of anger surging from his dantian like a torrent, and he was about to explode, so he snorted angrily, and said: "He didn't believe what he said, isn't it?" He's a man, and Han'er doesn't care about him anymore."

It is unreasonable for this gentleman to dare to let him go.

Huh?Seeing his son so angry, Su Shajue was taken aback for a while, feeling inexplicably funny, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong with him? He won't teach you brewing skills? Although Dad doesn't get in touch with him often, he can be seen to be an upright gentleman. Talk a little more arrogantly, show your body a little more, but you won't be a gentleman." The perfect handsome face is what he thinks in his heart, and he knows him very well, but he also feels that this person can be a close friend, just because he gives him a feeling An inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"He dares not to teach you." Suxuanhan suddenly yelled angrily, noticed his father's smile, and immediately changed his words: "It's fine if you don't say anything, anyway, father, don't take his words seriously in the future, he is just a talker A villain with big talk, named 'Gentleman's Words', but he doesn't abide by the promise of a gentleman at all, what kind of gentleman is, it is an insult to the name of a gentleman!"

The more Su Xuanhan said, the more annoyed he became, his face as pink and tender as porcelain curled his brows and raised his eyebrows angrily, his lips pursed and his cheeks puffed up, he was so cute, like a fairy child of Qiongyao.

Seeing this, Susha couldn't help but smile, this gentleman said, it's really funny, it's the first time to see his son get so angry and excited because of a person.

Such a son made him feel more real and more gratified than ever before.

In the past, Han'er was always respectful to himself, with a serious face, and he was not good at smiling in front of him, as rigid as a little old man, and his own cold personality, no matter how warm he was, he was only half-hearted. In addition, Prince Su's mansion doesn't have women's papers, they are all male servants and guards, so the two of them get along with each other for a long time, and there will always be something less than the average father and son.

But Han'er's dependence on him is innate, and he will never act coquettishly like an ordinary child, because he knows his own flaws, and he also knows how guilty he is for him, so the relationship between the two is not like father and son. , It's like a debt collector and a debt repayer.

Now that Xuan Han dares to criticize other people in front of him, and is still so angry, this is a good sign. After all, Xuan Han is only ten years old, and the child's nature has never appeared before. Some duties, all he loves.

Now it seems that 'Yufengxuan' was sent to the right place back then, otherwise he would not have recognized the gentleman's words. Originally, I just hoped that he could have a tea inn, brew and learn by himself, and have more contact with the outside world, so as not to lose his personality. I was lonely, but I didn't expect to have such a harvest.

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Yu Feng Xuan

"Ha Chirp - -"

In the elegant room on the third floor, Jun Ziyan, who was just about to spread the paper and grind the book, suddenly felt a chill on his back, an itchy nose, and sneezed loudly, which was very sudden and terrifying at night.

Sniffing, Jun Zi was puzzled for a while, raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself: "Strange, who cursed me?"

For tomorrow's lawsuit, she would spend the night fighting and studying the laws of Jin Jin.Damn, whoever curses her, whoever curses her is in a hurry, nnd.

Nervous, Jun Ziyan held the Langhao pen in his hand, propped his cheeks with both hands, turned his eyes from time to time, mischievous yet serious, and complained, how to write this ancient complaint?

If you use the modern writing method combined with the ancient law to break the ban, it should be feasible, right?Thinking of this, Qingjun's face is full of radiance, the corners of his mouth are raised, he sits up and writes, lightly rubbing his pen, and his movements are freely rendered on the plain white Korean rendering paper.