After a night's time, Hu Zhou finally decided what gift to give. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I prepared a pair of bracelets for Mrs. Xu, with a jadeite texture, transparent and delicate, not a great variety, but it looks dignified and atmospheric.

As for Xu Cheng, Hu Zhou thought about it and finally wrote a pair of words.

It was probably the time when Xu Cheng returned to his house and changed out of his official uniform, and Hu Zhou arrived outside the door of Xu's mansion.

As soon as Hu Zhoufu stopped, someone greeted him and said with a kind face: "Is it Hu Gongzi?" ”

"Your Excellency is back?" Hu Zhou nodded.

"Little Luo Ji, the adult has just come back, and he told the little one to wait for the son here, and asked the son to go in with the little one." I don't know if he is the new manager of the Xu Mansion, or just a disciple, after all, he is much younger than Qin Yong.

When he walked to the hall, he met Xu Cheng, who had changed into his regular clothes, and Hu Zhou hurriedly said, "Lord Xu." ”

Rogie had stepped aside.

Xu Cheng waved his hand, pretending to be displeased: "This is at home." ”

In the entire Yunbian officialdom, no one now does not know that Hu Zhou is Xu Chengzi's nephew.

"Uncle." Hu Zhou stubbornly changed his title.

Sure enough, as Xu Cheng said, it was just a family banquet, except for a maid waiting from the side, there were only Xu Cheng and his wife. Mrs. Xu's appearance is not outstanding, what is very special is that there is a touch of tenacity in her rich graceful temperament.

After calling her uncle, Mrs. Xu smiled. The woman who accompanied Xu Cheng all the way, not to mention that there are few secrets between the two, and she is smart enough, otherwise how can she persist for decades just by virtue of the so-called love. So she knew all the reasons why Xu Cheng regarded Hu Zhou as a junior, and she also had a sense of gratitude to the young man who actually saved her husband once.

Hu Zhou took advantage of the situation and took out the bracelet.

Mrs. Xu glanced at Hu Zhou with disgust, but accepted the bracelet. Before she accepted it, she did not specifically ask Xu Cheng for consent.

Seeing that Hu Zhou still had a scroll in his hand, Mrs. Xu smiled and said, "This is for your uncle?" ”

Hu Zhou, who didn't know how to speak, took the opportunity to say: "Well, it's a word." Then he added: "My nephew wrote it himself."

A different color flashed in Mrs. Xu's eyes, "Oh? Did you write it yourself? Open it and show it to your aunt. ”

Hu Zhou spread out the scroll as he said.

Xu Cheng was also a little curious. Over the years, it is not for nothing that he has given him gifts, but he has rejected them, even if it is just a jar of wine, in this regard, Xu Chengmu is particularly unkind. There is a glowing Taobao Hu Zhou, Xu Cheng thought that he might send some novelties, but never thought that he would send a piece of his own handwriting.

Just the first word in my eyes, I was shocked.

It is the same font as the scripture written to Yang Duoer, with a thin gold font.

The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches. Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring. When the mountains were full of flowers, she laughed in the bushes.

Fortune Operator, Yongmei.

With thin strokes, but implying the thin gold body of the muscles, the plum blossoms that are fragrant from the bitter cold are written, and the real charm is profound.

Xu Cheng read it twice in a row, the first time he looked at the book he had never seen before, and the second time he looked at the poems he had never seen before, all of which showed Hu Zhou's introverted talent. Xu Cheng was very surprised, he didn't know if Hu Zhou wrote this character, whether there was a metaphor or what it was vaguely expressed, but this was the most peaceful but beautiful Yongmei he had ever seen. This may have a lot to do with the level of today's Yunbian talents, one by one, two by three.

Compared with those deliberate sabre-rattling or beautiful scenery, when the mountains are full of flowers, she laughs in the bushes, which is the most upright and humble and open-minded gentleman image that Xu Cheng has seen.

It is precisely because the whole text is simple and unpretentious, and there is no pretense of being sophisticated and deep, that even the only cliff is a hundred zhang ice, which is reminiscent of the predicament that Hu Zhou faced before, and he did not suspect that the poem was not written by Hu Zhou.

Seeing her husband's expression, Mrs. Xu couldn't help but smile and said that Hu Zhou was obviously more attentive when preparing her uncle's gift.

Her words made the atmosphere of the dining room more harmonious for a while.

She was laughing. She laughed in the bushes.

After the meal, Hu Zhou was obviously able to adapt to the role of his nephew. In the study, Xu Cheng asked Hu Zhou if he wanted to stay in the Spiegel Division, and Hu Zhou was willing to stay, so Xu Cheng didn't say anything more. Obviously, he is unwilling to intervene too much, and he is too much to pull out the seedlings to help grow.

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On the fifth day of the fifth month of May, it was sunny.

This is a world where there is no Qu Yuan, there is no separation, there is no long road to repair, and I will go up and down to seek the world, naturally there is no Dragon Boat Festival, no zongzi, no dragon boat racing.

So Hu Zhou was bored again.

In the past, when Hu Zhou was bored, he told stories to children at New Oriental Academy, of course, his main purpose was to tease these innocent children.

Now that the academy is closed, Hu Zhou is bored and has to go to Xiaguang Taobao.

For Zheng Fusheng, who rushed to Xiaguang Taobao to turn into a humanoid monitor every time he clicked in the Spiegel Division, Hu Zhou's attitude has always been to follow him.

When Hu Zhou was foaming at the mouth of a customer and theorizing whether a handwriting was true or false, "he" came. So Hu Zhou couldn't continue to be bored.

There were other people around him, Hu Zhou had a headache, and could only say vaguely: "Why are you the only one, and Brother Ling not together?" ”

The person who came was the Linglong princess who had a life-saving grace for Hu Zhou, Zhu Lingyue.

"He" was wearing a white shirt and a lupine scarf, and the eyes of many big girls and little daughters-in-law were confused, as if there was water dripping out, and the state of rushing over at any time, Hu Zhou, who saw it, had more and more headaches, so he had to call Li Zhi to be on guard at all times.

Zhu Lingyue obviously didn't bother to explain to Hu Zhou that there was more than one royal guard around her to protect her safety. For example, a woman who pretends to covet "him" is one of them.

"I asked Xiao Linzi to remind you, what do you think?" Zhu Lingyue didn't care about the way.

What did you remind me? Hu Zhou really didn't think about it for a while, so he had to say: "I'm still thinking about ......"

"I knew that you would be ungrateful, I thought about it for you before I came, when Brother Jiu asked me to save you, he said that you came to tell me a story, then you can tell me a story. I talked about it until I was satisfied. Zhu Lingyue sneered.

"Speaking here?" Hu Zhou asked.

Zhu Lingyue shook her head, "Change to a quieter place." She doesn't want to be stared at all the time, and she is still a woman who doesn't know the truth. It's very sad.

So he moved to the inner room, which is also a place to rest and eat, and Hu Zhou began to tell stories.

The ghost sent the gods, Hu Zhou talked about Duan Liangzhu.

When saying that Zhu Yingtai would be a lover dressed as a man, Hu Zhou obviously noticed that her eyes were not good.

Speaking of interesting places, Zhu Lingyue giggled while eating rock sugar gourds, without any awareness of a woman's smile without showing her teeth.

Speaking of the end, looking at her red eyes, Hu Zhou was a little hesitant, but he still respected the original work, and the hero and heroine finally turned into butterflies.

Zhu Lingyue had already thrown the sugar gourd aside, tears were like a kite with a broken string, and Chu Chu looked at Hu Zhou pitifully.

Hu Zhou couldn't wait to slap himself in the mouth.

Why the hell is suddenly two, just say that Ultraman vs. Hulu Baby will deal with it?

The current situation......

"Don't cry...... Hu Zhou's embarrassment was committed, but she didn't respond.

"Why don't I sing you a song?" Hu Zhou said tentatively.

She glanced up at Hu Zhou.

"Ahem, ahem. Flutter flutter chase each other, turn butterflies fly, turn butterflies ......"

Stunned Zhu Lingyue: "......"