The servant was also an old man in Huanfu, and he knew the subtleties between Huan Daofei and Huan Zicheng, the father and son, so he didn't dare to ask more, so he bowed down and retreated.

After a while, I heard a soft sound of horses' hooves, but it was a dumb slave driving a green carriage over, and the little maid Yanqin stood on the wheel, and when he saw Huan Zicheng, he opened a big smile and said happily: "Lang Jun, the car is coming." ”

Huan Zicheng nodded, didn't say a word, and when the carriage stopped, he stepped into the carriage with his robe.

There is no incense in the carriage, there is no tea set and other things, only square green felt, a wall of micro candles, the arrangement is very simple.

The figurines did not follow, but still sat on the wheels, babbling unaware of what they were talking to the mute slave, and the clear voice gradually dispersed in the night.

Huan Zicheng sat against the wall of the car, looking at his hands with lowered eyes.

In his hand, he was holding a piece of coarse calloused paper folded into squares, the creases overlapping on the dark yellow paper, as if it had been folded and opened more than once.

He stared at the paper, and after a long moment, Fang slowly raised his hand and brought the paper to his nose.

A faint fishy smell lingered on the tip of the nose in an instant.

His eyebrows moved, and the depths of his cold eyes seemed to contain a very faint smile.

However, the smile quickly faded.

He put away the piece of paper, took out the bag again, took out the letterhead inside and looked at it several times, and there was a bit of coldness in his eyes.

The carriage swayed forward, through the wide royal streets, to the southeast corner of the capital, where the powerful and powerful gathered.

Huan's mansion is located in the east direction of this area, is a large mansion with six entrances and six roads, and it is the old mansion where Huan's has lived for many years.

Huan Zicheng also put away the bag, sat in the carriage, closed his eyes slightly, and showed a slightly tired look on his cold face.

However, when the carriage stopped, he stepped out of the carriage, but he had already returned to his usual coldness, as if the fatigue of Fang Cai had never appeared.

He stepped across the tall and wide platform of Huan Mansion and entered the courtyard, and his snow-like face was as calm and calm as ever. If you don't look closely, no one will notice that there is still a slight unnatural flush on his cheeks.

"Is Lang Jun going to visit Madame?" asked Burning Qin quietly as he stepped up the stone steps of the hanging arch.

Huan Zicheng's footsteps did not stop, and the sleeves of his robe rolled in the night breeze: "Go to Puyuan first." ”

"Pu Yuan?" Yan Qin's eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at him in surprise.

Puyuan is Shiro-kun's residence, his family Lang-kun almost never sets foot in it, why did he suddenly go there today?

It was very strange to burn the qin.

He peeked at Huan Zicheng, but saw that he was still indifferent, with his shirt fluttering and his big sleeves facing the wind, and he stepped on the cross road unhurriedly.

Lyre frowned.

It's too strange, even if you want to go to Shiro-kun's place to sit down, you don't have to rush tonight. Normally, it is a bit unruly to visit at night.

It's just that Huan Zicheng's demeanor is very determined, Shi Shiran turned from Yonglu to the corridor, his steps were not slow, and he seemed to have planned to visit Puyuan at night.

Yanqin tilted her head and followed him, looking uncertain.

Not long after, in front of the two people, two delicate bamboo fence doors appeared.

Puyuan arrived.

Huan Zicheng's footsteps did not stop, turned onto the path, and climbed the steps again, and the robe fluttered gently in the night breeze.

In the Pu Garden, the lights are still bright.

Huan Ziyu hadn't slept yet, and through the gap in the bamboo door, Yanqin glanced at it and saw that on the window paper of the big house in the middle of the courtyard, there were figures shaking from time to time, and under the eaves at the gate of the courtyard, the big octagonal lantern was covered with a red light.

The little guy guarding the door saw Huan Zicheng from afar, but he was stupid for a while, and the expression on his face was like seeing a ghost.

As we all know, Huan Dalang is cold and cold, and he never pretends to his younger siblings at home, and he has been especially indifferent in the past two years, and even his usual movement has been cut off.

But who would have thought that he would actually appear in Puyuan.

On this night, which is said to be a Dragon Boat Festival palace banquet, this Da Langjun went to the banquet and returned to the house, not thinking of going back to his residence to rest, but he came in the night, wearing a crimson robe flying in the wind, like an immortal descending from the sky.

The little guy's eyes were so straight that he forgot to salute.

Seeing this, Yanqin immediately held his chest high, walked over with his head held high, rushed to the bottom of the stairs in front of Huan Zicheng, and said proudly: "My family Langjun has come to see Shilangjun." ”

Huan Zicheng is the eldest son of the Huan family, and he is the most noble among the younger generation of the Huan family, even though he is always worried that his Langjun is not good enough for his younger siblings in private, but at this time, the eldest son's frame must be sufficient.

His voice was clear enough, and the little guy was shocked by this voice, so he understood a little, touched his brain and said "oh", turned around and ran back, ran two steps and felt inappropriate, and hurriedly ran back to salute Huan Zicheng, and said "I've seen Da Langjun", and hurried back again.

Xu is Huan Zicheng appeared too amazingly, the little guy hadn't run up to two, and somehow his head hit the doorpost, and he hit him a few steps backwards and sat on the ground.

Burning the qin grinned beside him.

The impact was not light, and it was designated to hit the birthday star's head.

The little guy seemed to be a little stupid, and after sitting on the ground stunned for a while, he got up and stumbled all the way into the courtyard to pass the word.

Yanqin shook her head: "This hurts." After thinking about it, he looked up at Huan Zicheng and smiled flatteringly: "Lang Jun, we have a good plaster over there, I'll send some here in a while, okay?"

He is eleven years old this year, although he is a little taller, he is still very short in front of Huan Zicheng, and he is in his armpits, looking up at people like this at this time, those flickering eyes are as clean as a newborn baby.

Huan Zicheng's face showed a rare hint of gentleness.

"No, you can't. He said, flicking his sleeves and turning his gaze ahead of the piano's rapidly collapsing face.

The gate of Puyuan soon opened from the inside, Huan Ziyu stood in front of the steps in a white shirt and a warm jade face, and bowed with a smile: "The eldest brother is really a rare guest, the younger brother is late to greet him, don't blame the eldest brother." Hurry up, please come in. ”

His voice is very respectful, and his demeanor is also extremely humble, the so-called gentleman who is like a spring breeze, probably the same.

Huan Zicheng stood with his hands in his hands, his eyebrows and eyes did not move, and he only stared at his fourth brother indifferently.

At that moment, there was a hard indifference in his eyes.

Huan Ziyu was stunned.

However, soon, he smiled as gently as before, and said earnestly again: "Eldest brother, don't stand outside the door, and go into the house for a while." ”

This gentle voice was dispersed by the night breeze, and there was no trace of emotion on Huan Zicheng's cold face.