"Just once." Huan Zicheng opened his mouth

The cold voice is like a winter night moonlight, as if it can freeze people's flesh and bones.

The smile on Huan Ziyu's face faded quickly, and after being stunned for a while, he frowned: "What do you mean, eldest brother?" I don't understand what my eldest brother is talking about......"

"There's no next time." The cold voice sounded again, and Shengsheng froze Huan Ziyu's next words, and also froze his expression.

At that moment, on the face of this Huan Shiro-kun, there was a look of anger but not anger, and this expression seemed to be fixed on his face, and even the curvature of the corners of his lips had been hanging in that place.

Huan Zicheng didn't say a word, flicked his sleeves, turned around and stepped down the stone steps.

The moonlight rolled in, rolling through layer by layer like ocean waves, filtering down the back of his red clothes like blood, solemn, cold, mysterious, but gorgeous and gorgeous, blooming absolutely in the dark night.

At that moment, all the servants, including the burning qin, were all stunned, obsessed again.

Just a back, it can also make people feel the profoundness of the abyss, as if standing next to the abyss, making people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

Qinghuan, Guo is the first beautiful man in most capitals.

Everyone had such a thought in their hearts, looking at the back of the moon and the dust, they were all fascinated, and the crowd was silent, and there was not even a cough.

It wasn't until the crimson back traveled far in the night that the burning qin was the first to wake up.

He looked back, but saw that all the people in Puyuan were stunned, and even Shiro-kun was full of surprise, and there was even a little fear on his face.

Yanqin couldn't help but straighten her chest.

Not to mention, the talents of their family are the best.

"I'll go back first, Shiro-kun forgive your sins." hurriedly saluted Huan Ziyu, and Yanqin chased after him.

Turning the road and stepping on the corridor, Huan Zicheng strolled forward, with a peaceful face.

The medicinal properties were gone, and the scorching heat was pulling away from the depths of his body, and the discomfort was gradually disappearing.

However, there is a certain discomfort in the heart and even in the depths of the soul, which is difficult to eliminate in a short time.

Huan Zicheng's face was as cold as iron, and only a little ridicule appeared in his eyes.

All the calculations in this world are not as cold as the calculations from family members.

It wasn't the first time he had experienced it, and it wasn't even his first life. Perhaps, this calculation is also mixed with the calculations of others, such as the trick, which is likely to come from the hands of others.

But at this moment, the bone-piercing coldness still spreads all over the body, which is difficult to let go.

The so-called relatives are sometimes even more terrible than your enemies.

"Lang Jun wait for me...... Wait for me to ......" A burst of voice came from behind, but it was the burning qin trotting after him.

Huan Zicheng didn't speak, but his pace slowly slowed down.

The burning qin ran out of breath, and the lantern in his hand shook out a large amplitude, and it was easy to catch up with Huan Zicheng. While wiping the corners of his forehead, he asked unsteadily, "Why did Lang Jun leave like this?" ”

He was answered with a low "hmm".

It is equivalent to no answer.

Yanqin frowned, and his face also swelled with melancholy, and he said with a sad face: "If Lang Jun leaves like this, Shilang Jun will definitely not like it." ”

Huan Ziyu has always been very embarrassed in front of Huan Daofei, in case he runs to say something, Huan Zicheng will have a good life, but I am afraid that it will be gone again.

So, Burning Qin is worried.

Huan Zicheng glanced at him, the indifference on his face dissipated, and his voice was rare and gentle: "He is angry or not, what does it have to do with me?" ”

As soon as he heard this, Yanqin's face fell, and there was a look of hatred on his face: "Lang Jun, you can't say that, Lord Lang has always liked Shiro Jun the most, if this is ......"

"Children's family, don't think too much." Huan Zicheng interrupted him, and his face returned to cold and hard.

Yanqin looked at him, and didn't dare to say anything more, so he had to raise the lantern in his hand higher, and muttered: "There is no lantern shining in front of him, and Lang Jun is walking too fast." ”

Huan Zicheng has great tolerance for this scholar who is always chattering, and at this time, this complaint came, just to make him look at the burning qin more.

Yanqin still knew his own Langjun quite well, and knew that he was in a bad mood at this time, so he stopped talking and only quietly picked up the lamp to lead the way. The master and servant walked through the courtyard and first went to the "Qingsheng Stone House" where Pei's lived to ask for peace.

It's just that Pei Shi has fallen asleep at this time, Qingsheng Shishe only left an old woman to guard the door, Huan Zicheng waited outside the door for a while, until the old woman replied that Pei Shi was already asleep, and he led the burning qin back to Wuyuan.

As soon as he returned to the courtyard, the boiled crane who stayed in the courtyard quickly greeted him, led Huan Zicheng into the study, and after the bamboo curtain hung down, he whispered: "Hui Langjun, at the beginning of the year, Mrs. and the thirteen ladies came together, because the lady said that she wanted to find a note for the thirteen ladies, I let the lady into the study, and accompanied the lady to the back of the head room to look for a while, a total of three copies of the book, and the lady took them away. The list of copybooks is here. ”

As he spoke, he presented a note, on which the name of the notebook was neatly copied: "Please take a look at Lang Jun." ”

Huan Zicheng took the note, put it aside without looking at it, and only nodded indifferently: "I know, you go down." ”

The boiled crane bowed down and retreated.

Huan Zicheng sat down on the high table in front of the window, and his eyes were on the slip of paper with the transcription of the notebook, his face was as cold as ice.

After a moment of silence, he got up and walked slowly to the big bookcase beside him.

That's where he sits at his desk every day, and behind the bookcase is the big bookshelf, on which are subsets of scriptures and histories are placed in different categories.

He stood in front of the bookshelf for a moment with a nonchalant face, and then reached out and pressed it somewhere on the left side of the shelf.

"Bang", there was a soft sound, and I don't know what mechanism he touched, the pedestal at the bottom of the bookshelf actually opened a small door, but it turned out to be a dark grid.

Huan Zicheng leaned down, carefully observed the dark grid for a while, and then wiped the edge of the dark grid left and right with his fingers, and looked at the candle carefully.

On his fingers, there was a small amount of reddish powder, which seemed to be cinnabar.

Looking at the red on his fingers, a chill flickered in Huan Zicheng's lowered eyes.

And then the chill turned into confusion.

This kind of expression rarely appears on his face, however, at this moment, he seems to be incomprehensible to something, and he maintains this expression, standing by the bookcase for a long time.

The candles went out, and there was silence in the study.

Both the burning qin and the boiled crane knew his temper, and no one came to disturb him, and the only sound in the room was the night wind rolling the bamboo curtain, making a very slight rustling sound.