At the gate, Xie San heard He Huan's words, like a basin of cold water pouring down from the top of his head. He wanted to go up to her and ask her, where was her pride? Just because Shen Jinglun saved her, she forgot her oath of "not being a concubine" and decided to humbly prostrate at his feet?

Looking at He Huan's cold expression from a distance, Xie San's legs were as heavy as lead. He likes her bright and flying, and her eyes always shine with stubborn optimism, but at this moment, she only has indifference and alienation on her face.

Xie San turned around and walked out, ignoring Chang'an's call, and flew on his horse. He Huan seemed to sense something, and looked up at the door, which was already empty.

At the same time, Shen Jinglun had already returned to the bedroom, frowning slightly at the white porridge sent by Wen Zhu. "I don't have much appetite." He pushed the porridge bowl away.

"Uncle, you haven't eaten all day." Wen Zhu handed over the porridge bowl again.

Shen Jinglun ignored it, leaned on the cushion with his eyes closed, and asked, "Didn't she say anything?" ”

On the side, Shen Zhihua was still on crutches, shook his head and said, "No, Miss Biao is just guarding the uncle and hasn't said anything." He motioned for Wenzhu to put down the porridge bowl and ordered him to exit the house.

When the door squeaked shut, Shen Zhihua persuaded in a low voice: "Uncle, there have been a lot of things in the past few days, you have to take care of yourself." Yuan Peng will come over in the evening and ask for instructions on Shui Ting's exile in the northwest......"

"I know it." Shen Jinglun opened his eyes, "Before drinking the medicine, I will drink the white porridge." You talk about the northwest, is there any news coming back from there? ”

"There has been no news from the northwest yet, but there is news from the capital."

"Oh?" Shen Jinglun looked sideways.

Shen Zhihua pondered for a moment and replied, "Although it is not certain for the time being. Xie San is not Xie Chun'an. But there are rumors in the capital. Xie Chun'an is a descendant of the side branch of the Xie clan......"

"Sidebranches?" Shen Jinglun chuckled and motioned for Shen Zhihua to continue.

"If the rumors are true, in terms of seniority, Xie Chun'an's father is a distant cousin of Yong'an Hou. More than 20 years ago, his family was implicated in the impeachment of the former prince......"

"I remember that." Shen Jinglun interrupted Shen Zhihua, thought for a while and said: "Is it rumored that his father is Xie Duran, who died of depression after being dismissed. The mother also died, and there were no other relatives in the family. Thirteen years ago, when the emperor was demoted and left Beijing, he met him by accident and took him with him. ”

"Yes." Shen Zhihua nodded in surprise, "The rumors are exactly what the uncle said. ”

"Xie Weiran was rehabilitated ten years ago." Shen Jinglun stated the facts.

Shen Zhihua hurriedly explained: "People in the capital have rumored that Xie Chun'an did not recognize his identity after his father's rehabilitation, all because he 'encountered' the emperor by chance thirteen years ago, which was arranged by the Marquis of Yong'an. Some people also say that it is Xie Duran who entrusts Gu Yong'anhou. Some people even hinted that he was raised in the Yong'an Hou Mansion since he was a child. "Speaking of which. Shen Zhihua frowned slightly, "The few people who followed the emperor out of Beijing back then are all either rich or expensive now. Among these people, Xie Chun'an is the most favored, but he has always been mysterious, and I don't know if there is another inside story. ”

"Naturally, there is an inside story." Shen Jinglun rubbed his eyebrows. After a moment, he suddenly asked: "By the way, did the news from the capital mention Xie Zhenghui, counting the time, he should have arrived in the capital a few days earlier." ”

Shen Zhihua was slightly stunned, shook his head and said, "Speaking of which, this thing is very strange. After he left Jizhou, it was like a broken kite, and there was no more news. ”

Shen Jinglun didn't have time to answer, Wen Zhu replied outside the door, Xie San came, he had already arrived at the second door, and insisted on meeting Shen Jinglun in person.

When Shen Zhihua heard this, he subconsciously looked at Shen Jinglun, only to see him smile faintly, and he didn't seem surprised at all. He said worriedly: "Uncle, you are still feverish, it is better to ......"

"I always have to see him when I meet him. He was so excited, he must have seen Miss He. Shen Jinglun's expression was obscure, and his eyes looked out of the window.

Shen Zhihua sighed secretly. The master has put too much thought into He Huan, maybe it is really a hero who is sad about the beauty?

Shen Jinglun saw him bow his head and was silent, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." With that, he raised his voice and instructed Wen Zhu to take Xie San to the living room, asked him to wait for a while, and then found someone to help him change his clothes and comb his hair.

In the living room of the Shen family, Xie San had a dark face and paced alone in the room, like a trapped beast. He believed that Shen Jinglun was being patient with him, and he didn't want him to lose before they officially met, but after listening to He Huan's words, he couldn't sit still for a moment.

I don't know how long he walked in the room, Xie San slowly sat back in his chair, there was only one sentence in his mind, if the old things ten years ago, Shen Jinglun was a victim, not a hypocrite with a bad heart, did he have the heart to wish him and He Huan to grow old together, and then leave Jizhou without looking back?

Xie San couldn't think of an answer, but suddenly thought that the emperor had jokingly said that he was the only one in their group of "brothers" who was not close to women, and he was the only one who was most likely to be planted in the hands of women. Was he planted in He Huan's hands?

Xie San was thinking wildly, when he heard the faint sound of footsteps in the corridor, he hurriedly sat up straight, but found that he was wearing navy blue cotton clothes, like ordinary people in the market. He secretly regretted that after leaving from He's house, he should go back to the inn to change his clothes instead of going straight to Shen's house.

Feeling the light and shadow swaying at the door, Xie San looked up and saw Shen Jinglun stepping into the room. He was slender, wearing a plain white straight-lined robe, embroidered only with a little bamboo leaf pattern at the hem, a wide-brimmed brocade of the same color around his waist, and his jet-black hair was tied with a silver ribbon at will, without a crown or hairpin, but his hair was not messy at all. He didn't have too many accessories all over his body, only a piece of black jade waist on the brocade belt. At this time, although he was a little weak, it was difficult to hide his beauty.

At the same time, Shen Jinglun was also looking at Xie San. Compared with the good Hang Chou on his body, Xie San's cotton suit looked too coarse, but his posture was straight, and the lines of his muscles were faintly visible on his arms and shoulders, but he did not look too strong. Compared with his excessively fair-skinned, Xie San's wheat-colored skin exudes a healthy sunny breath, and the whole person is quite handsome. His eyes were dark and bright, with an innate pride and nobility in them. Even if he is in rags, people can see at a glance that he is not an ordinary person.

Shen Jinglun once suspected that Xie San was the third son of Yong'an Hou who had "passed away", but at first glance, he felt that he was completely different from the elegant Yong'an Hou Shizi, but after careful observation, he found that his beautiful phoenix eyes were exactly the same as Yong'an Hou and Yong'an Hou's son, as well as his tall nose bridge and tight thin lips, which was simply a copy of Yong'an Hou Shizi ten years ago.

"Third Master Xie." Shen Jinglun hid the exploration in his eyes, saluted Xie San, and said politely: "Last time you asked me to meet, I happened to have something. Today I should have come to the door to apologize to you. ”

"Uncle Shen doesn't have to be polite." Xie San returned the salute, "It was me who came to the door suddenly, and I hope to forgive me." He thought that Shen Jinglun was just saying that he was sick and didn't see him, but seeing him with his own eyes at this time, he believed that he was really sick. As for the bandages on his hands, although he felt dazzling, he knew very well in his heart that the bloody scene in the public court could not be faked, and he was indeed not lightly injured.

The two sat down separately, the maid served hot tea again, and Shen Jinglun lightly instructed Wen Zhu to wait under the corridor. As soon as his words fell, the subordinates who had been waiting outside the door quietly retreated, and the whole courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

Xie San suddenly felt that it was wrong for him to impulsively find Shen Jinglun, and he couldn't directly ask her what kind of drug he had given He Huan.

After a short silence, Shen Jinglun said lightly: "Speaking of which, it has been ten years since I left the capital, I wonder if I thank the old marquis for his health?" ”

Xie San was slightly stunned. Shen Jinglun's words seem to be the concern of the younger generation for the elders, or rather, he just has nothing to say, but in fact, he is saying to him, if you are willing to show your identity, I will give you the steps now.

Xie San did not forget that he had always declared to the public that he was originally a descendant of the Xie family, and he was recommended by the prince of Yong'an Hou to enter the six doors. If this is the case, he is not qualified to be on an equal footing with Shen Jinglun, he should call him "eldest aunt".

Xie San was in a dilemma, so he simply pretended not to understand his words, and replied vaguely: "I have been on an errand and have not returned to the capital for a long time. ”

"I see." Shen Jinglun smiled, as if he didn't care, and asked Xie San to taste this year's newly harvested Longjing before the rain.

Xie San picked up the teacup, took a sip, put down the cup and said bluntly: "Don't hide it from Uncle Shen, I came to Jizhou this time to find Xie Chen, the eldest grandson of the Yong'an Hou Mansion." ”

For Xie San's single knife straight in, Shen Jinglun squinted slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then as if he suddenly realized, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes, but a touch of unclear meaning passed.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Xie San continued: "Earlier, Uncle Shen ordered the steward of the mansion to take a piece of jade pendant to show me, but I was foolish and didn't understand Uncle Shen's deep meaning. ”

Shen Jinglun smiled at Xie San, signaled him with his eyes to be calm, and then raised his voice again: "Wenzhu." ”

Wen Zhu heard the sound and entered the house, took out a brocade box from his body, respectfully placed it on the table, and after opening the lid, he bent down and retreated.

When the door was closed again, Shen Jinglun said apologetically: "My hands are inconvenient, so I can only ask someone to do it for me." The jade pendant that Xie Sanye said, is it this one? ”

Xie San nodded, his face slightly gloomy. Shen Jinglun's words and deeds clearly told him that he had long known his intentions, and also knew what he wanted to say and what he wanted to ask. He said in a deep voice: "This is indeed the jade pendant that Uncle Shen showed me earlier, but it is not the one I was looking for. Uncle Shen seems to know a lot about similar jade pendants? As he spoke, he carefully studied Shen Jinglun's expression, as if he wanted to see some clues from his face. (To be continued......)

PS: Tomorrow the second volume is over, guess what, what big move will I put on? Haha