Although Zijuan didn't hear anything about the conversation between Lin Xuanchen and the old lady at all, she had already inquired about the news from the periphery, and from Brother Parrot, she knew that Lin Xuanchen's relatives had come to the palace earlier, and they had brought a dowry!

Lin Caiyi, a gentle and considerate person like a mother, began to run for his niece's lifelong events!

So who will the girl be married to?!

This question is more important than Zijuan's own life and death, honor and disgrace, and even a hundred times more important. Zijuan knew that Lin Xuanchen's anger, illness, and petty temperament in the Chongwang Mansion all revolved around her relationship with Second Master Zhao, and around the proposition of whether she could marry Second Master, but now, in front of the dowry of her relatives, will the old lady really agree to come down because of some considerations from the elders? If you really want to agree, won't it cost the girl's life?

Zijuan, who was thinking like this, saw that Lin Xuanchen's behavior was very different from the past, and he felt even more apprehensive, and a layer of sweat appeared in his palms. She followed the little master into the house, and there was no big girl in her eyes, only two old women brought by Lin Xuanchen from Gusu City hunched their waists, fiddling with flowers and plants in the yard, and the yard had already been sprinkled and swept when they wanted to come, Zijuan looked around, and did not see Musk Yue, Huiwen, and even Ayaluo, and felt bitter for no reason, and said in his heart: "Sure enough, the tree fell and scattered!" Seeing that the girl is about to get married and leave, and you can't stay in this garden for a few days, you are hiding like the gopher? The girl has not lost her position in the garden! Why are you all ungrateful to leave behind your past feelings? Can the girl treat you as harshly as other masters!" Just thinking about it, he heard Lin Xuanchen order in unison:

"Zijuan, find out my poetry book!"

Zijuan listened to the tone, only felt that there was no joy or sorrow in the tone, a quiet, like a ruin after the great destruction, but she didn't know which was already the chic after the transcendence of mortal dust, she thought that Lin Xuanchen's thoughts were gone, her heart was like ashes, all the beauty of the past had completely disappeared, and she even had no thoughts, and she took the poetry book for fear that she would write off the most beautiful chant in the world, and hurriedly persuaded: "Girl, you are tired, hurry up and sit down and rest! The poetry book looks weird and hurtful, tomorrow——"

"Hurry up!" Lin Xuanchen said undoubtedly. Zijuan couldn't, she didn't dare to really disobey the will of this little master, so she could only take out the well-hidden poetry book. This poetry book is Lin Xuanchen sad spring and autumn on weekdays, girlish sorrow, or a feeling and found out a sentence, a line, short and precious sentences, these children's love for a long short sentence, there are good things from Zhao Yuheng to get it, copy it down, each one needs ten taels of silver dollars, that is, the high price of several thousand texts, and collectors flock to it, and even the "Chongwangfu Lin family" has a small fame in Pershing City. For this matter, Lord Chongwang has not cleaned up Zhao Yuheng, and even threatened to execute all the maids and servants who have seen these works, but fortunately, the old lady came forward to protect it, so that there was no big disaster, but Lin Xuanchen was forced to be sick for several days, so Zijuan Danfan saw Lin Xuanchen write something, and immediately collected it for her, and gradually became her secretary.

In order to prevent others from gossiping, and even more to prevent the overlord in the Chongwang Mansion from making such a thing again, Zijuan could only hide the poetry book very deeply, and found it out in a panic at this time, but Lin Xuanchen came to the table, reached out and uncovered the big felt, brushed the dense hairs on the table with a small brush, and then took out a roll of cloth from his sleeve.

The dazzling eyes of the red cloth, which were drawn into thin lines with real gold, showed a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water, what it was used for, it was clear at a glance.

Zijuan looked at the red silk cloth, only felt that her hands and feet were cold in an instant, she quietly moved her body, with her own body is quite plump, blocking the stove, although it is in the middle of summer at this time, but the front and back of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion are lush forests and bamboos, winding paths lead to secluded places, sitting in the north and facing south of the hall, in fact, it is a water pavilion, under the window is a pool of blue waves and clear streams, and there are a few "three-color Guanlan brocade carp" Surrounded by red peach trees, Xiangfei bamboo, so although the beauty of the creation of the extreme, the creation of heaven and earth, but it is never a warm place, open the windows in the summer, the house is still relatively cold, so the stove is bright all year round, Zijuan blocks the stove with his body, is afraid that the little master can't think about it, and directly throws this poetry book into the fire with the auspicious cloth that packs the gift of love, that is a catastrophe for the entire Xiaoxiang Pavilion or the entire Chongwang Mansion, but according to the girl's temperament, this kind of thing is only afraid that it can really be done！

"Girl......" Zijuan's hand shaking the poetry book was shaking, but she didn't dare not hand it over. Lin Xuanchen grabbed it back, took the poetry book away, and placed it in the center of the auspicious cloth.

"Handkerchiefs. Lin Xuanchen continued to order, his tone was very flat, Zijuan obeyed his orders, and took a roll of handkerchiefs made of fine South China Sea mermaid silk, which was a foreign product obtained from overseas trade in the South Seas, in fact, it was something that only countries like Oran or Anglo would produce, the handkerchief looked like it was only the size of a palm, but it was fourteen layers down together, and it was really unfolded, but it was only afraid that it could be used as a tablecloth, but it was given to a person like Lin Xuanchen who had an "identity", but I was afraid that it was just a handkerchief. Zijuan handed the handkerchief up, Lin Xuanchen glanced at it, but didn't answer: "There must be words." When Zijuan heard this, she was shocked: "What does the girl want to do here!" Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, and she knew very well that on the handkerchief with words, Lin Xuanchen's most proud work was transcribed, "Funeral Flower Yin".

It is definitely the most expensive handkerchief in Pershing City, the work of the holy hand in the word, handwritten in small letters, and the value is not calculated!

"Bring it!" Lin Xuanchen's voice was a little impatient, Zijuan listened to it, and could only hurriedly find it, but saw Lin Xuanchen comparing the poetry book, as if he wanted to wrap the poetry book with a handkerchief, but it didn't work, so he could only put the handkerchief flat on the top. Then, she took out a new pen and paper, and did not lay felt, so she leaned over to write directly on the precious case, first wrote a "preface", contemplated for a moment, and then wrote a sentence "Life and life are like wings flying", and then she held the pen motionless, and lived for a long time, before she let out a cold snort that wanted to sobble and seemed to be angry, threw the pen into the pen holder, and said in a low voice: "That's it! A thousand words, no matter if you are speechless and choked, in short, you are chaotic for half a life, and how can you write a few lines of decent words after a while! But if you don't write like this, it won't look like it after all!" said that he actually cried.

Zijuan listened to her cry, only to feel that the sky was falling apart, and said in her heart: "It's broken! It's really not my second master, how can the girl deal with herself like this!"

Zijuan walked over and gently hugged Lin Xuanchen, but he couldn't say a word, and there were thousands of words of consolation circling in his head.

Being hugged by Zijuan like this, Lin Xuanchen calmed down instead, and muttered in a low voice: "Courtesy is light and affectionate, Brother Yinchen won't blame me!" The tone was no different from that of a six- or seven-year-old Lori girl, Zijuan couldn't help but wonder when she heard her words, who is Brother Yinchen?

Looking at Lin Xuanchen's expression carefully, I found that she did not mean to be sad, but her dark eyes lit up extraordinarily, as if she was very happy. Zijuan felt that something was wrong, as if she would be wrong.

"Girl, tell Zijuan what you think in your heart, aunt, she ......" Zijuan couldn't help it, so she could only test it out loud.

"I can't help my second brother. Lin Xuanchen said truthfully: "My aunt found me a lecture from the Hanlin Academy outside——"

"Girl, you-" When Zijuan heard this, she only felt that her whole body was cold, and at this time she didn't have the direction of Lin Xuanchen's "willingness" at all!

"I like Brother Yinchen, we've seen ......" Lin Xuanchen said this, biting her lip and not saying a word, it was not a good idea for her to publicize the matter of Yinchen everywhere, in the secret realm of red blood, she knew for the first time that Brother Yinchen was from another world, from a super distant place that could never go back, he was alone in this world, lonely, lonely, lonely, just afraid that if he died, there might not be a place to bury his bones! Lin Xuanchen is no longer the twelve-year-old girl she was five years ago, and she has long understood the cruel truth behind the details that were brought by a sentence in Yinchen's oral experience. Lin Xuanchen already knew that when Yinchen came to this world, he was only seven years old, and originally, he still had a very happy family......

"I lost my parents, my hometown, and everything I knew overnight! What a terrible calamity! If I were to Guancheng, I would die the next day!" This idea, which has been accumulated in Lin Xuanchen's heart for several years, has already become a poison that erodes her body and mind, she feels guilty, she pity, and the maternal brilliance in her body unconsciously emittes out, to warm his already cold scarred soul, so she hopes all the time, don't let her words and deeds stab Yinchen's heart, let alone treat his tragic past as something to show off, the old lady, the aunt, she has to say, if you don't say it, there will be no future of her own. Zijuan here, hiding is also a kind of protection, she doesn't want Zijuan to think that she needs to take care of Yinchen, she wants to maintain the powerful and bright image of Yinchen's brother in front of Zijuan, although in many cases, Yinchen's image is almost invincible.

"Have you seen it?!How is it better than the second master?!" Zijuan realized at this time that he had been deceived, not by Lin Xuanchen, but by the current situation and atmosphere. However, Zijuan is still a little uneasy, she is worried that the girl is deceived by the man's rhetoric and the aunt's wishful thinking, and blindly thinks that the person is a good destination, her heart is actually very inclined to the girl and the second master, because the second master's temperament, she knows too well, too familiar, she does not need to adapt to it, and does not need to take any risks.

"It's better than the second brother...... Lin Xuanchen's tone was a little uncertain at first, but when he reached the next few sentences, he became quite sure: "Like the second brother, he understands girls, understands girls' hearts, and doesn't pay attention to the calculations of those men in the court, so he gave a lecture, otherwise he would definitely be able to become the prime minister...... The poetry and grammar may not be as mellow and soft as the second brother, more bold and straightforward, and more cold and obscure, which is to be recognized, but he has the most different place than the second brother, that is, he has responsibility...... That's really something that can be carried casually......" Lin Xuanchen's last sentence was extremely affirmative, after all, the zombie siege puppet rebellion had been carried down, what else could not be done?

Zijuan was silent, and Lin Xuanchen's last bit was "responsible" Let her be speechless, and she can't afford to argue for the second master, Zijuan is not a poetry maniac, she paints birds, she knows how to practice human feelings, that is, articles, sophistication and sleekness are the truth of learning, if a man is not responsible, it is difficult to say that he has been entrusted in the future, in fact, this is also where she is most worried, the second master is good at everything, that is, he does not learn anything, he will not do anything, and he will not even maintain the management of the family business of Chongwangfu, Mrs. Wang is in a hurry to choose a daughter-in-law for him, and set a great fortune, in fact, it is to find him a virtuous helper, and replace him with a woman The work that a man should do, so that he can have an easy life。

The second master is a flower in the greenhouse, so is that Yinchen brother a bamboo cultivator who has been beaten by wind and rain?

"Then he, I mean, does the girl know what that man's family does, does he have a knight?" Zijuan then asked, although she knew that it was useless to ask these questions at this time, but she still had to ask, in order to quickly adapt to the unknown "uncle" in the future, Zijuan thought: "If it is a merchant family, I am afraid that it will be difficult to get along in the future, since ancient times, businessmen have valued profit over parting......"

"He is an orphan, the same as a slave, no, he is more ...... than the seventh wealthy family that the slave carries" Lin Xuanchen choked as she spoke, she gasped, as if suffering from lung disease, her voice was heavy, Zijuan panicked, and hurriedly gently rubbed the acupuncture points for her to dredge her vitality, and at the same time apologized one after another: "Girl, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! The slave family is wrong! The slave family shouldn't ask so much! Since the old lady, aunt and girl all agreed, it would be excellent, girl——"