Yanqin thought all the way and walked all the way, until he had traveled a long way, and when he looked back, through the spacious courtyard door, he saw that under the light and shadow of the study, there was still a person standing.

That tall and cold figure, shrouded by the lights behind him, as if he had been left behind by this world, like a lonely soul, was inexplicably sad.

Burning Qin couldn't help but sigh.

The most miserable person in this Manchu Mansion is probably his family's Langjun.

The thought came to him vaguely, shook his head, and turned his head to move on.

The night fell, and the weight was thick on the body, and the footsteps of the burning qin became sluggish. The moon disappeared at some point, but a few strings of lanterns dangled in the wind, making people wonder more and more if it was a dream, and along with the voices and footsteps, it also became illusory......

Huan's thirteen mothers suddenly fell and became seriously ill, and this news was limited to circulating within Huan's mansion.

In the eyes of outsiders, today's Huan family is beautiful, Huan Daofei is ranked among the three dukes, Qinghuan is famous for Da Chen, and the Huan family is almost outstanding. Such a noble family is extremely noble, even if someone in the family is sick, it is also a clean and quiet disease of wealth and nobility, and it is also an elegant matter if he is sick.

However, after all, the opinion of outsiders is not as important as that of one's own relatives. For the sake of Thirteen Niang's illness, Huan Daofei was depressed for a few days. He has always loved this daughter very much, but now he feels uncomfortable when he sees that his young daughter is seriously ill.

Fortunately, although Thirteen Niang's illness was serious, it was not dangerous, and after two or three days of raising, it gradually improved, and Huan Daofei's mood gradually improved.

As for Huan Zicheng, he is still that cold and dustless appearance.

The younger sister was sick, and still fainted in his study, and his reputation for indifference and ruthlessness had now spread throughout the Huan Mansion, and the servants avoided him like a snake and scorpion when they saw him. However, all this had little impact on him, and even Huan Daofei's questioning, he didn't seem to take it seriously.

For such Huan Zicheng, Huan Daofei has a deep sense of powerlessness.

And the more this is the case, the more he can't understand this eldest son of his.

He clearly remembered that Huan Zicheng was still a little temperamental, although he was a little proud and didn't care much about people, but he was not the appearance of this pool of stagnant water.

Huan Daofei couldn't even figure out when Huan Zicheng's change was formed.

It seems that it was just overnight, in the only sister-in-law of the Huan family, there was an indifference and coldness comparable to a cold spring.

Frankly speaking, this used to be something that Huan Dao did not expect.

However, when Huan Zicheng really didn't care about anything, Huan Daofei was a little uneasy.

He couldn't tell where this uneasiness came from, but every time he faced Huan Zicheng, this feeling would come out of nowhere, making people uncomfortable.

Sitting next to the lacquer case in the big study, Huan Daofei frowned, looking at the eldest son in front of him, and extremely complex emotions surged in the depths of his eyes.

"The matter of the loose rider is already in sight. After a while, he finally said slowly, his fingers rubbing the celadon plain face on the side, and the expression on his vicissitudes of life and handsome face was very indifferent.

Huan Zicheng sat opposite him, his posture was as straight as a pine and cypress, and his voice also had a straight and uncurved meaning: "Father is loving, and the saint is wise." ”

Rigid and standard responses, you can't find the slightest mistake anywhere.

However, it was such a decent answer, but Huan Daofei suddenly annoyed from the bottom of his heart.

"Not only will he enter the office, but he will be strict and upright in the public, and private morality is also indispensable. He pushed away the teacup, shook his sleeves slightly, and his face suddenly turned cold: "Your thirteenth sister is young, but you don't know how to be polite as an eldest brother, so you actually let her faint in your house, and you didn't even ask afterwards." Gentleman, simple and friendly, what do you have, and what good will it do you if this matter is about to get out?"

When he said this, his complexion changed suddenly, his eyes were staring at Huan Zicheng tightly, the corners of his lips were downward, and he pulled out a stern arc: "You can't cover everything for your father, right?

Huan Zicheng looked at him straight, his face was indifferent: "Father has taught him a lesson, and his son has written it down." After that, he stood up, looking like he was listening to the training.

His stature was already taller than Huan Daofei, and he stood in front of him like this at this moment, with his big sleeves hanging heavily on the side, and he actually had the momentum of stopping at the mountain and towering like a peak.

Huan Daofei glanced up at him, and a trace of jealousy quickly crossed his eyes.

He coughed, slowly stood up, paced a few steps to the side, and looked intently at the window.

Outside the window is the bright sunshine of May, the carved water wave lotus pattern on the window sash is elongated by this light and shadow, and a large sea of flowers blooms on the bookcase, and then flows all the way down, even the blue brick ground also blooms, every time the wind passes, the flower shadow is shaken away by the bamboo wind in front of the window.

The feeling of wanting to tear something apart made Huan Daofei feel a little breathless.

At that moment, a distant and tired voice suddenly popped up in his head:

“…… Don't forget, the future of the Huan family is all tied to Ah Cheng. In the future, the Huan clan will be handed over to Ah Cheng's hands, I need to remember to keep it, don't rush in, and put a strong Huan clan in Ah Cheng's hands, remember, remember......"

The faint voice with phlegm when dying has lingered in my heart for many years, and it will always inadvertently rush to my mind and make people upset.

Huan Daofei's eyebrows suddenly tightened, and the word "Chuan" gathered on his forehead.

The old man had clearly passed away for many years, but until now he still looked like a mountain, firmly pressing on his heart, making him unable to even straighten his waist.

After so many years, every time I see Huan Zicheng, the feeling of being in front of the mountains and suddenly feeling small will become more and more intense and lingering.

"Go down. Huan Daofei said abruptly, waving his sleeves, and there was impatience in his voice that could not be concealed.

"Son, quit. Huan Zicheng replied briefly.

At that moment, his slender figure was draped in sunlight, and the lotus flowers in that place seemed to be blooming in the hem of his robe.

Huan Daofei frowned deeply, said "um", and went to the pins without looking back, leaving Huan Zicheng with a stiff and thin back.

Huan Zicheng's face was blank, and he bowed again and walked out of the study.

At that moment, he had never seen it, and the moment he turned his head, Huan Daofei's face was already gloomy as water.

After walking into the room, he walked to the pottery case, took a big sip of tea from the teacup, and breathed deeply for a few breaths before returning to normal.