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He Huan knew very little about Xie Minjun's situation, and for a while he couldn't tell whether Xie San's appearance was related to her. After lunch, she suddenly felt uneasy, and in a hurry, she could only send Bai Shao to Shen's house to find Zilan, and at the same time ordered Uncle Zhang to go to Qingsong Temple, in the name of delivering daily needs, to inquire about the situation in the Taoist Temple.

An hour later, Bai Shao came back with a bitter little face, and complained aggrievedly: "Miss, Zilan said when she saw the slave maid, even if Uncle Shen didn't go to Qingsong Temple, even if the slave and maid broke the door of the Shen family, you wouldn't be able to see Uncle Shen." She also said......" She quietly raised her eyes to look at He Huan, and muttered in a low voice: "She also said that if Miss is not afraid of the bamboo basket being empty, she can continue...... Toss, but forgive her for not being able to accompany her. ”

"That's what she told you herself?" He Huan didn't laugh angrily.

Bai Shao was puzzled, pursed her lips and nodded gently.

"Did you tell her what I taught you?" He Huan asked.

Bai Shao nodded again and replied in a low voice: "She said that Miss Lao doesn't bother with the affairs of the Shen family. At this time, the little young master Nianxi was being guarded by the old lady Shen, except for the two nurses, she and Sizhu, no one else could enter the little young master's house. It was outside the house, and Uncle Shen had already sent someone to guard it every step of the way. ”

"Xie San is wearing the clothes of the Shen family's little servant, and he is like no one in the Shen family, is it ...... Uncle Shen" He Huan swallowed the words behind. She believed that Shen Jinglun would send her mother and younger brother to Qingsong Temple, and she should not suspect that he was not capable of taking good care of their son.

Bai Shao glanced at He Huan quietly, and said in his heart: Hasn't Xie San been arrested by Lin Zhutou and taken to the yamen? In the morning, they should have reported Xie San that they had intended to go to the Shen family to commit theft, but she didn't understand why the master didn't act as planned.

He Huan waved her hand thoughtfully, signaling to Bai Shao that she wanted to be alone for a while. She was blindly worried that Xie San would be unfavorable to the Shen family, and she was afraid that her son would encounter an accident, but she actually forgot that with Shen Jinglun here, she didn't need to worry at all. He had personally told her that he would protect her, protect their children, and protect the people she cared about. How could she forget!

Bai Shao bowed his knees to his master, and when he turned to retreat, he stopped again. After hesitating for a moment, she said hesitantly: "Miss, Zilan told the slave maid that when Uncle Shen went to Qingsong Temple, he took two things with his own hands, one is the portrait of Miss Biao, and the other is Miss Biao's bamboo flute......"

"Alright, you go down first." He Huan pushed Bai Shao out of the room, closed the door and leaned against the door panel, only to feel that his brain was buzzing and his eyes were hot. When she first got married, in order to get close to Shen Jinglun, she deliberately took a bamboo flute to ask him for advice, and he taught her skills and let her practice more alone. She pretended not to understand, and still asked him to demonstrate every day. One day, when he was in a bad mood, he asked her unhappily why he was asked to demonstrate again and again, even though she already knew.

At that moment, He Huan, who was still Lin Xiyan, was ashamed and annoyed, and said angrily that he was her father-in-law, and she just wanted to stay in the same room with her father-in-law. After speaking, she turned around to leave, and the bamboo flute in her hand accidentally knocked over the pen holder on the table. Shen Jinglun gave up the precious books on the table and hurriedly went to save the drawing paper that was folded on the corner of the table. Lin Xiyan saw that it was an unfinished painting of Gongbi, and she was standing under the porch and giving a.

After that day, none of them mentioned the episode, but she could clearly feel that he no longer turned her away when he read and wrote, and sometimes he would find reasons to take her out. When they walked together, even if there was nothing to say, he would slow down and walk side by side with her. As for the painting, he framed it by hand after he finished painting it and hung it in his study.

Thinking about the past, He Huan looked up at the roof, trying not to let the tears fall. From her decision to marry Shen Jinglun to her pregnancy with their child, all the efforts she made were not because she liked him, but for survival. To put it bluntly, she was just using him, she was trying to win his heart, not because of love, she just wanted to firmly grasp the status of the Shen clan's wife.

But what about him? After Lin Xiyan transformed into He Huan, she found out that she loved him, but she didn't have as much affection for her as he did. It turned out that she had always been wrong.

He Huan bit his lower lip tightly and grabbed the clothes on his chest with both hands. Seeing that she was about to come to the end of her suffering, God played a cruel joke with her. If she is still Lin Xiyan, she has a husband who loves her, she has a son, and she has the ability to protect her mother and younger brother, what about now?

"Nope! It's still too late, and I shouldn't despair. He Huan muttered to himself, "Instead of being sad and wasting time, it's better to find a way to get back to them." He may not believe me now, but I still have a future with him, I am me after all, what does it matter if the appearance is Lin Xiyan or He Huan? ”

At the same time, in the wing room of Qingsong Temple, Shen Jinglun looked at the portrait on the shelf blankly. On the portrait, Lin Xiyan is holding a bamboo flute, wearing a lake-green curl, standing slim under the blooming apricot blossom tree. Pink petals fluttered in the wind, some landed on her shoulders, and some flew into the lake not far away, causing ripples. Although it was only a side face, he seemed to see her smile.

He had long since discovered that she loved to laugh. When she first got married, she was always cautious and reserved with him, but she couldn't hide her true nature after all. As soon as he turned around, he could see a sunny smile, and sometimes he couldn't help but think, how did she develop a laughing temperament when she lost her father at the age of ten and guarded her younger brother and weak mother?

He knew early on that she had bothered to arrange their first "chance encounter", and he knew very well that she didn't like him as much as other women, that she wanted to marry him just for the Lin family, that she was gentle and considerate to him, that she was flattering, and that her little tricks were all for her mother and younger brother. To her, he was just a tool.

Shen Jinglun chuckled self-deprecatingly, and his slender fingers lightly touched the bamboo flute on the table. He was reluctant to bury the bamboo flute, because it was something she often held in her hands. She must not have known that he had investigated her early on, and he knew that she was good at long before their first "encounter". To be exact, he was determined to marry him before she decided to marry her, so it was he who chose her from the beginning.

Shen Jinglun picked up the bamboo flute and slowly stroked the turquoise flute. As far as he knew, since her father's death, the three of them had a hard time, but she still held herself to the standard of everyone's ladies. Reading and writing, female red knitting, musical instrument rhythm, although she is not proficient, but none of them are left behind.

On weekdays, she is well-dressed and well-dressed, and she has always planned to exchange her marriage for the smooth and healthy health of her mother and younger brother, and she has implemented it step by step. He guessed that if it weren't for the great changes in the Lin family three years ago, only he could save the Lin family, and with her pragmatism, she would probably choose a down-to-earth and unassuming family to silently pave the way for her younger brother.

Shen Jinglun clenched the bamboo flute with both hands, his self-deprecating smile had long since melted, and only sadness remained in his eyes. He married her because he had to marry. Behind that marriage, on the surface, he saved the Lin family, but in fact he was the ultimate winner of the benefits.

Shen Jinglun took a deep breath and wanted to put down the bamboo flute, but he was reluctant. He chose her because she was not an ignorant maiden, and she knew that marriage was nothing more than an equivalent exchange. He is not lustful, when he was in Beijing, he saw all kinds of beauties, but he had to admit that his beauty was not only in her flawless facial features.

He always thought that getting married was an extra woman in his life, which would be inconvenient, but also beneficial. Until one morning, when he opened his eyes and saw her next to the pillow, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

He always woke up early, which was a long-standing habit. It wasn't bright enough for him to see her clearly, but he saw her peaceful sleep. Her eyelashes were long, her nose was small but high, her lips were like flowers in the morning dew, and whenever she laughed genuinely, her soft cheeks had two shallow dimples.

He didn't know how long he had been watching, and he didn't come back to his senses until she opened her eyes. He wanted to get dressed, but he couldn't help but see her smile after being stunned. Her smile was perfect, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, the corners of her eyes slightly curved, no one could say that she was not smiling beautifully, but he noticed that her smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes, and there were no dimples on her cheeks. The smile was just a courtesy she had to give to her husband.

At that moment, his heart was pierced hard, and he suddenly thought that she was under him, not because she liked him, not because she wanted to be close to him, she just had to fulfill her obligations as a wife for the sake of her mother and brother. To her, it made no difference whether it was him or any other man. He knew that if she cared about him even a little, she wouldn't tell him when they had just been married for less than a month, that she would arrange for someone else to serve him, and that he could choose the type he liked.

He rarely gets out of control, and for more than a decade, he has long learned to be moody, but that day, he kissed her angrily, and he tore the strap of his midshirt and broke her belly pocket. She didn't pander to her, she didn't resist, she just let him take what he wanted. He grew angrier, and he even suspected that at such moments, she was thinking about her mother and brother.

"Look at me." He commanded in a hoarse voice. It wasn't until he saw himself in her eyes that his anger subsided slightly.

"Please me." He knew he had scared her, and she would never understand why he was angry for the rest of her life. He closed his eyes and felt her warm lips run across his cheeks, and he hugged her fragrant and soft body, eager to become one with her.

"Don't think about anything, just think that I am your man and your only support." He whispered in her ear.