Huan Zicheng didn't look aside, but the breath on his body suddenly chilled.

In an instant, the whole room seemed to be surrounded by ice and snow, and Thirteen Niang couldn't help but shiver.

Yanqin's face immediately collapsed, and his facial features, which were originally quite delicate, were wrinkled like a bitter gourd at this moment.

He replied aggrievedly, only then did he reluctantly retreat with a bitter face and frowning.

At that moment, he was extremely anxious.

He's in a hurry.

Thirteen Niang and his Langjun are brothers and sisters of the same mother, but his Langjun is not very close to Thirteen Niang, and he is not at all different from other brothers and sisters.

But can this one who is separated from his mother be the same as one who is a fellow mother?

For this matter, Mrs. didn't know how many times she cried secretly, but she hated his family Langjun but never had a smiling face, and seeing Thirteen Niang was like seeing a complaining family. If Mrs. asks a few more words, his husband will say perfunctorily, "My son will protect the thirteenth sister."

Yanqin couldn't understand what his family Langjun meant.

The girl of the Huan family still needs someone to protect her?

The daughter of the Huan family, who doesn't take it as an ancestor when she goes out? Do you still need others to protect it? If the daughter of the Huan family doesn't provoke others, it is already a good fortune. Besides, the girls and gentlemen in this house all know that Thirteen Niang is the most favored, and it is too late for everyone to scold her, so how can anyone dare to bully her.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, her face full of melancholy, and her brow furrowed so much that she could kill a fly.

Thinking that he is loyal to a small house, I hope that his family Langjun will be more kind to people in the clan, so that he can make friends with people in each room, and he can behave in front of the lord of Lang.

However, his family Langjun didn't seem to put his mind on this at all, so he let those younger brothers and sisters jump up and down and steal his limelight.

There is also that Mrs. Lu, seeing that Tian'er was holding the eldest woman's money, Mrs. was about to be pressed down by her, but his family Langjun didn't seem to see it, and he never knew how to take care of it.

You say, as the first guy next to Qinghuan, can he not be in a hurry to burn the qin?

Hates only hates his low status, although Lang Jun treats him very well, but he is also very limited, and there is no place for him to speak in front of Lang Jun, so he can only watch from the side.

It's a rush to death.

With a long sigh, he shook his head and walked out of the study.

As he left, the room fell into a dead silence again, and there was not even the sound of tea cups clattering, so oppressive that it was difficult to breathe.

Thirteen Niang sat for a while, but finally couldn't hold on, so she stood up, pulled out a reluctant smile on her face, and bent down to Huan Zicheng: "The eldest brother is busy, and the younger sister will go." ”

Huan Zicheng said "um", stood up with her, put his hands behind his back, and his eyebrows were indifferent: "I'll send you." ”

He didn't even say a word about staying with guests.

The expression on Thirteen Niang's face quickly dimmed, and the smile that squeezed out was even more ugly than crying.

"There's Brother Lao. She whispered, raised her sleeve and swiped it quickly into her eyes, sniffed, and turned to walk out.

Huan Zicheng stared at her.

She had her back to him, slender and slow.

It was a crying back, reflected in the candlelight, and every stroke was written with loneliness and sadness.

Huan Zicheng's face was blank, and his gaze slowly turned to the bookcase.

The four-legged case still maintained its appearance, with pages piled up on the desk, and the scrolls neatly stacked aside.

His gaze shifted slightly, then froze.

On the clean green brick floor, I don't know when, a thin silver-gray silk thread fell, as if someone had accidentally scratched his clothes, so a thread fell.

In Huan Zicheng's cold eyes, something flashed quickly.

Then, his expression returned to calm.

At this time, Thirteen Niang had already walked to the door and was waiting to lift the curtain.

At the moment when the bamboo curtain was about to open, suddenly, her figure shook a few times, and then she was planted to the side.

This change came very suddenly, and Huan Zicheng's cold eyes crossed a little surprise.

In that brief moment, the hand behind him moved, and he took half a step forward.

It was like an action to step forward and help someone.

It's just that the action stopped for some reason.

He paused abruptly, and withdrew his outstretched hand. The change between those breaths was like an illusion that appeared and disappeared out of thin air, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Empty", Thirteen Niang finally fell to the ground, and the corner of her skirt overturned the chair on the side, making an earth-shattering noise.

The servants waiting outside the study were all startled, and the burning qin and boiled crane were even more startled, and looked back at the door.

"Someone. After a short silence, a cold and familiar voice came out of the study, and there was no fluctuation in the voice: "Help the thirteenth sister up." ”

Yanqin and Boiled Crane glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of shock on each other's faces.

"I'll go in, and you go to find the maid of the Thirteen Ladies. Yanqin reacted first, hurriedly said a word to Boiled Crane, and then turned back and entered the house.

The moment the curtain was raised, Yanqin's legs immediately went limp, and she almost fell to the ground.

Thirteen Niang, who was still smiling at Yan Yan, was lying on the ground at the moment, and an armchair was overturned next to her, and his family Langjun actually stood aside with his hands on his hands, looking at his unconscious biological sister indifferently, with a blank face.

"Come on!" Burning Qin called out in her voice.

After speaking, he didn't care about talking to Huan Zicheng, and crawled to Thirteen Niang's side softly, wanting to see her situation, but he didn't dare to reach out and touch her, so he was so anxious that he sweated.

"Where is the thirteenth sister's maid?" the cold voice in her ears made Yanqin quickly wake up.

He hurriedly raised his head, but saw Huan Zicheng take half a step forward, still quite far away from Thirteen Niang, his face was indifferent, and he raised his chin coldly and said, "Retreat." ”

His voice and demeanor were extremely cold, and Yanqin couldn't help but shiver, and climbed back a few steps as he said before standing up and bowing down.

"The thirteenth sister has a loss of qi and blood, is dizzy, and has nothing to do. As if he was afraid that the burning qin was worried, Huan Zicheng said one more sentence rarely, but his voice was still as cold as before.

Burning Qin almost wanted to roll her eyes.

Is this a sick thing now?

Thirteen Niang is not in good health, which is well known in the house. But the problem now is that she fainted, and fortunately fainted in Huan Zicheng's study, and what is even worse is that she fainted after receiving Huan Zicheng's obvious cold reception.

This is no longer a question of whether Thirteen Niang is sick or not, but a question of whether the brothers and sisters in Huan Mansion are close.

Thirteen Niang's faintness is to roast Huan Zicheng on the fire. And Huan Zicheng's reputation for not being kind to his younger siblings will also spread.

Tell me, can you not be in a hurry?