Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 326 Huan Zicheng

"Oh? How?" Hearing what the boy said, the handsome man caressed his sleeves calmly. His gentle and quiet voice was like the night wind blowing through the empty long alley, causing the wind to rustle under the eaves.

The boy's mouth was constricted, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't dare to say it. He shook his head and said in a low voice, "No...it's nothing, sir."

The handsome man let out a "huh" and turned his head to look up at the sky absently.

The simple bullock cart has no barriers around and no roof on the head. The only flat plate under the seat is also made of uneven rough wood. The cushion is even woven with thick strips, which is a bit irritating to sit on.

However, when this man was sitting in the carriage, he seemed to be sitting on the most luxurious carriage, and his behavior was indifferent and elegant.

"This car is still comfortable." He raised his eyes and looked around, and said with emotion in his voice, he put his hands behind his back and calmly looked up at the sky.

Such a casual gesture, made by him, does not have a kind of unrestrained and calm, but his temperament is too cold, even such wanton words and deeds, there is a sense of distance that makes people dare not approach.

Hearing this, the young servant hooked his head and gathered his sleeves tighter.

This kind of car that is ventilated on all sides is okay to sit in summer, but now that it is the beginning of autumn, the westerly wind is cold and hard, the feeling of sitting in the car is not very pleasant, but seeing his husband's appearance, he is very contented happy.

His family's lord is really different from before.

The boy's brows and eyes were tangled together, with a troubled look on his face.

In his memory, Langjun used to like white clothes the most, and hated disheveled clothes the most.But now, his husband threw the white shirt at the bottom of the box, but he often wore gray green shirts, and he didn't even care about the patches.

The boy's body slumped down, and he sighed like a grown-up.

At this moment, the bullock cart is driving on a section of dirt road, the road is full of yellow sand, and there are endless poplar forests on both sides. The leaves of the poplar trees are dry, but the trunks stand upright in the sun, and right in front of the road is Liaoxi County. The city gate of Linyu County.

Arriving here, the speed of the ox cart slowed down a little as more and more pedestrians arrived, but the handsome man seemed to be unaware that the city gate was approaching, and he was still looking up at the sky. There is a feeling of joy and desolation.

Liaoxi County is one of the granaries in the northwest of Dachen. It is rich in sorghum (sorghum). However, this commodity is cheap. Although it is widely planted, it cannot bring prosperity to the area. It can only barely guarantee the food and clothing of the local villagers. Because Liaoxi County is far outside the pass, the winter is bitter and cold, so the people's livelihood here is quite difficult. The entire Linyu County is not to mention a horse-drawn cart, and even an ox cart is rare. Therefore, this ox cart driving outside the city attracted people. All the passers-by looked sideways, and even some thick-faced local village girls whispered and talked endlessly.

"Hey, look, that Lang Jun is as handsome as the person in the painting, whose family is it? Could it be that he is from the big family?"

"You rascal, you really want to make people laugh out loud when you say that? What's the big brother Qiu? This gentleman is the husband of the Huan family. Haven't you heard of it?"

"What? The Huan family? Is it the Huan family from Dadu?"

"Yes, yes, it is the famous Huan family. This gentleman is Huan Dalang. I heard people say his name is Huan Zicheng."

"Hey my dear mother, why does this name sound so nice, and this person is really handsome, it's just that the people in the capital are different."

"Tsk tsk, what's the difference? Can't you farm? Look, he still has patches on his sleeves."

"What's the matter with patching? How handsome is he? With this appearance, even if he wears rags, he's still a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times better looking than that gentleman from a big hater family."

Discussions were disturbing, shuttled back and forth in the ear, and a little uneasiness passed over the boy's face, a thin layer of anger appeared on his delicate face, and his two eyebrows were so wrinkled that they could pinch a grave , forced himself not to make a sound, but his little face flushed red.

What kind of a heavenly man is their husband?Now that we are down and out in this remote area, and let these rural women gossip, it's really frustrating to think about it.

The more the boy thought about it, the more he felt annoyed, and felt a sense of inexplicable grievance and unwillingness, so he couldn't help but tightened his sleeves, as if he wanted to block the comments of those rural people in this way.

Huan Zicheng was completely unaware of all this.

He was still looking up at the blue sky above his head, he seemed to be dazed, and he didn't even realize that the city gate ahead was approaching.

The young man stretched his neck forward to look in the direction of the city gate, and then looked at Huan Zicheng who was looking up at the sky, his small face suddenly collapsed, and half of his shoulders collapsed again.

His family's lord has been staring at the sky in a daze recently, and he doesn't know what he is thinking, he is not as high-spirited as before.Especially one night three months ago, Lang Jun suddenly woke up as if from a nightmare. After waking up, he stared at his face for a long time before calling out his name.

What is even more puzzling is that from that night on, Mr. Lang seemed to be a different person. He was still the same person, but he spoke and acted differently from before, especially his eyes. Clear and clean without the past, sometimes it looks like two bottomless black holes. When you just look at people like this, you can make people break out in cold sweat.

Thinking of this, the young servant couldn't help pulling his sleeves closer to his bosom again, his brows furrowed even tighter.

Not long after waking up that night, one day, Mr. Lang suddenly disappeared. He didn't know where he went. When he came back a few days later, his clothes were dirty and torn, as if he had gone hunting in the mountains. But he didn't have any prey in his hand, so he could tell it was a waste of time, but Lang Jun had a faint smile on his face, as if he was very happy, which is really puzzling.

Afterwards, Mr. Lang became even more unpredictable.He often locks himself in his room for a whole day, and then he develops another hobby, which is to make farm tools from an iron shop in Linyu County. He makes a plowshare today and a hoe tomorrow. Sometimes I also take some crops and firewood to sell.

In the past, he only loved to read and practice calligraphy on Zhuangzi. The man in white clothes and snow-covered sleeves, now, is about to become the kind of layman that he once hated the most.

It's so weird.

The boy tilted his head, thinking all the way, his little face was still full of depression.

"Fenqin." A quiet voice sounded, as if the wind was playing with Yu Linglong's voice.

The boy named Fenqin was awakened by the sound, and quickly bowed his head in response: "Yes, sir."

At some point, Huan Zicheng had already withdrawn his gaze from looking at the sky, looked forward with icy eyes, and said, "We've arrived at the city gate."

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