She talked to herself for a while, and when she turned around and saw Shen Xi who was looking at her fixedly, she remembered her previous question: "The slave and maid have rarely gone out since they entered the Shen family, and she has never seen the slave and maid." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Even if you see it, you won't recognize it because you rarely go back to Zhang's house in the past.

"And although Han Dun has lived a lot in the Zhang family, the rules of the Zhang family are strict, and he can't enter the inner courtyard even if he is a foreign man, so he doesn't recognize me. ”

What's more, after all these years of sorrow, her face has also changed, who will remember a maid in the mansion of the deceased minister?

Shen Xi nodded, and still said: "Even so, you must not take it lightly, and try to stay in the Shen family in the future and don't go out." ”

Aunt Pei should be down here.

Shen Xi groaned slightly, finally lifted the curtain of the car, and bent down to the ground.

The vicissitudes of the old in front of me poured into the eyes unstoppably.

On the plum tree across the street, the knife marks she had made when she was playing in her early years had grown taller than her lintel, and had become a huge nodule.

Brother Zhang Yu didn't want to see Wen Chan, and Ah Shan's wife also said that Wen Chan was not a good person, and the relationship between the Han family and the Zhang family was not as close as imagined, which was consistent with what Qi Jiu said.

This shows that the Zhang family is wary of Wen Chan.

So where does this caution come from?

Wen Chan doesn't have that much ability, she still has the strength to attack the Zhang family after killing her, and she doesn't have to do this.

Moreover, Zhang Yu mentioned "seeing people and thinking about people", so it may be guessed that the Zhang family's wariness of her is likely to come from the cause of her death......

Could it be that Zhang Yu really suspected that her death was related to Wen Chan?

If so, then why didn't he take action right away?

Since he has already suspected her, he has not let her go for any reason.

So, why didn't he do it, did he have any scruples, more considerations, or was it just because he wasn't sure it was her?

"Someone's coming, let's go. ”

Qi Jiu whispered.

She took a deep breath, took another deep look at the desolate and silent courtyard, and then turned to get into the car.

But before she could lift her feet, she suddenly paused again, and turned her head to look under the plum tree opposite.

I don't know when I have stood under the tree, the sweat and blood of the red hair like silk satin, there is a person who is as warm as jade, wearing a green shirt, he is standing facing the door, like a jade sculpture standing quietly under the tree in the blink of an eye.

Shen Xi's heart moved slightly, Helan Zhen?

How did he end up here?

She held her breath for a moment and then walked over: "Mr. Helan?"

Helan pauses slightly, and then turns around, there is still a trace of residual deep condensation in the eyes that contain mountains and rivers.

But soon, a spring breeze appeared on his face: "Miss Shen." ”

Shen Xi's jaw head.

He got off the horse and stood next to the horse, the house behind him lined him, and in a trance, Xu Jing was standing here waiting for her with the horse in the past.

Time has not passed, and the Si people have not passed.

He was sitting in the yamen of the Chinese army, and he was also the person standing quietly outside the Zhang family's house.

It was as if as soon as she opened her mouth to call, the person on the other side would immediately come over with a complaint: "Why did you come?"

"Girl?"

He's calling her. She lowered her eyes, steadied herself, and when she looked up, her eyes still fell on his face: "I wonder how Mr. is here?"

Helan Zhen obviously kept looking at her, and when she heard this, she only put her expression softer: "I went to Han's house to greet the old lady, the old lady loves flowers, so I want to go to the front market to buy some flowers."

I happened to pass by the abandoned mansion of the Han family, and suddenly remembered that this was still the mansion of Zhang Zijie, the former prince, so I paused to take a look. ”

He has a frank complexion, is fluent, and can be called the four words of scenery and moonlight.

Shen Xi looked away from his face and looked at the big plum tree behind him.

The nodules on the tree were the traces carved when she and Xu Jing were comparing their heights.

Zhang Yu always said that she was short at that time, so Xu Jing comforted her and said that she was not short at all, and then deliberately carved up a little more when she measured her height.

She is about the same height as Zhang Ying now, most of her head lower than Helan Zhen in front of her, and standing in front of Xiao Huai, the top of her head is only as high as his chin.

Helan saw that she was silent, and there was a little inquiry on her face: "I wonder why the girl is here?"

"I'm also passing by. Shen Xi said. She raised her head and said, "Mr. and the old lady of the Han family, aren't they very familiar?"

Helan looked at her earnestly, raised her lips and said, "On the orders of the prince, Helan will perform the junior ceremony in front of the old lady. ”

Shen Xi was slightly stunned.

King Yan asked him to go to Wen Chan to perform the junior ceremony, which means that he didn't consider letting Xiao Huai go? But if he is as arrogant as he is, it is impossible to agree to do this kind of thing.

It's just that Wen Chan, who was in love with Xu Jing in the past, was respected by Helan Zhenzun, who looked almost the same mold as Xu Jing, could she laugh?

She froze in the autumn breeze and tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Helan Zhen's gaze never left her, but after a moment, those eyes were also dyed with autumn colors, becoming deep and distant.

"I wonder if Mr. is in a hurry to go to Hanfu?"

She raised her head suddenly, and her eyes were as bright as a light that lifted the veil, and like a morning star dotting the night.

He raised his eyebrows.

"It's rare to meet here, if Mr. is not in a hurry, I know that there is a time-honored teahouse on the street, I invite Mr. to have a cup of tea!"

She raised her lips and laughed, and the loneliness that had enveloped her at first sight disappeared under this smile, and she became bright and lively.

He smiled, rolled over and got on his horse: "Let's go." ”

There are not only time-honored teahouses on the streets, but also time-honored silver buildings, silk villages, and rouge shops.

Aunt Pei stayed in the car and never showed up, she stayed downstairs with Qi Jiu, and Shen Xi and He Lan went to the elegant room on the second floor.

The room was chosen by Helan, and he turned out to be a regular customer of this teahouse.

Outside the window, a bucket-thick osmanthus tree, the pavilion is covered with most of the courtyard, and the fragrance pours into the window like a tide, eliminating all the incense.

Helan ordered Longjing and poured her tea.

When he entered the tea room, he seemed to be calmer than usual, and he seemed to have something on his mind in a trance, but he was aware of all the movements around him.

is so alert and steady, so that his momentum as the head of the palace is easily revealed.

He is not as strong as Xiao Huai, but he has a terrifying force.

"Mr. Helan doesn't look like a native of the Northland, and he doesn't know where his ancestral home is?"

The evening air is a little cold, and at this time of season, you can already see the white mist rising from the tea.

Shen Xi entered the theme in the tea soup.

Helan raised her lips with a cup, and her eyes were inadvertently bright and sultry: "Why does Miss Shen care about this?"

"I think Mr. has a great demeanor, not like a martial artist, but rather like a child of a family in the Jiangnan area. ”

Jiangnan is the birthplace of the Helian people. Although the Xu family has practiced martial arts for several generations, their body bones are still not as thick as those of the Northlanders.

Helan Chen's figure not only has the lean length of a martial artist, but also has the elegance and fluency of a literati, which can be used as a rhetoric.