During lunch, Shen Miaoyan glanced at a large chair that had been vacated, which was where Murong Yan had once sit.

Fuyi also saw the big chair, was stunned, and hurriedly motioned to the little maid with her eyes to move it away.

Jun Tianlan only lowered his eyes to eat, as if he didn't notice it at all.

The lunch was very dull, and Shen Miaoyan bit a spring roll, but it tasted like chewing wax.

And Jun Tianlan finished his meal and quickly left to deal with political affairs. Shen Miaoyan couldn't eat anymore, so she sat for a long time with the dishes and chopsticks, and suddenly thought about it and wanted to go to Yanran Pavilion to have a look.

She walked into Yanran Pavilion alone, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty embroidery building, and the decorations in the building seemed to have become lifeless because of the departure of the master.

She stepped on the velvet blanket and walked up the stairs, through the corridor, only to see the boudoir door at the end of the door hidden, and a faint sound came out.

Her heart moved, and she walked over and pushed open the door, and saw a man in a light blue robe sitting on the ground with a wine bottle in his hand, his clothes and hair in a messy bun, his back against the mahogany wardrobe, and his face expressionlessly pouring wine into his mouth.

Han Tangzhi.

The room was filled with a choking smell of alcohol, his eyes were scarlet, and the floor was littered with empty wine bottles.

Shen Miaoyan looked at him quietly, and after a long time, he slowly walked over, squatted down in front of him, and snatched the wine bottle from his hand.

Han Tangzhi opened his bloodshot eyes, his face was haggard, and his chin even had a lot of stubble, and he was not the same person as the gentle and graceful eldest son of the Han family in the past.

"Han Tangzhi," Shen Miaoyan spoke, looking directly into his eyes, his voice immature but firm, "Don't do this." If you still love Sister Murong, please don't do this, at least, don't spoil yourself like this in her room. ”

Han Tangzhi chuckled lowly, snatched the wine bottle from her hand, raised his head and took a big mouthful, "A little child, what do you know?" Let's go, let me accompany Yan'er quietly alone. ”

Shen Miaoyan grabbed the wine bottle without saying anything, stood up, and smashed the wine bottle directly to the ground in front of Han Tangzhi.

The sound was particularly harsh in the silent embroidery building, Han Tangzhi raised his head, looked at Shen Miaoyan with drunken eyes, and saw this little girl speak righteously:

"Han Gongzi is really confused! Sister Murong's enemy is in the palace, you don't think about how to take revenge, but you want to buy drunk here. Do you think that if you are drunk, you will be able to accompany Sister Murong?! ”

"Han Gongzi, the so-called eternal separation between heaven and man means that they can never get together again! The deceased is gone, the living are like this, if Sister Murong is alive, she will also tell you to live well. If you think that Sister Murong is unjust, go and avenge her, what is the reason why a dignified seven-foot man hides in this small boudoir to get drunk?! ”

Shen Miaoyan had never yelled at anyone so heartbreakingly, his immature face raised his eyebrows and angry eyes, staring at Han Tangzhi who was sitting on the ground, and his hands were clenched into fists on the sides of his legs.

The autumn sun of October poured in through the carved wooden window and fell on Han Tangzhi's shoulders and hair, and he hung his head, and a crystal liquid slid down the tip of his nose.

Half light, half shadow, he sat in the communion of light and dark, looking sad but calm.

After a long time, the liquid stained his pale blue robe into dark patches, and the last tears fell, and he finally got up.

He picked up the white coat on the ground, put it on his shoulders casually, and took a deep look at Shen Miaoyan, who was still clenching his fists, a chuckle appeared on his haggard face, but the meaning of the words was a little unclear: "No wonder the national teacher, love to take you with me......"

After he finished speaking, he took a deep look at the room, and the chuckle on the corner of his lips gradually turned into a ruffian smile: "Yan'er, goodbye." ”

With that, he turned and walked away.

Shen Miaoyan blinked her eyes slightly, why did she think that the ruffian smile that Han Tangzhi revealed just now was the real him?

What a humble gentleman is as gentle as jade, but it is all pretended.

What is the great talent in the capital, but it is all a false name.

The essence of him is clearly a noble son who is deeply engraved with ruffians from the bottom of his bones!

However, it is because I know that the girl I love admires the talented gentle gentleman that I have been pretending for so many years......

But after such hard work, after all, he failed to marry her.

Shen Miaoyan held back her tears and slowly walked through every corner of this room.

The moment I closed my eyes, I seemed to be able to see the arrogant but kind thin girl, smashing out the things at hand, saying harsh words with one mouth, but the eyes were full of agility and kindness.

She stopped in front of the dresser, her eyes fell on a long brocade box in the innermost, her eyes moved slightly, she reached out to open it, and saw an ivory chopsticks lying quietly inside.

How much do you like the national teacher, so that this chopstick is so treasured to this day.

How much do you like the national teacher, so you are willing to take a step back, tolerate her Shen Miaoyan's existence, and tolerate her being so close to the national teacher.

Sister Murong......

Shen Miaoyan returned to Hengwu Courtyard in despair, and before she could walk in, she was grabbed by someone: "Sister Miaoyan!" ”

She came back to her senses and looked up, Han Xuzhi smiled brightly: "Sister Miaoyan, what's wrong, you don't look at the road?" ”

Shen Miaoyan smiled a little reluctantly: "Why are you here?" ”

Since the last time Han Xuzhi said that he wanted to accept her as a concubine in the Huanyi room, she had no good impression of this man.

Han Xuzhi clearly sensed her rejection, so he stuffed a box of dim sum in his hand into her hand, and smiled gently: "This is Chongyang flower cake, it's delicious." You were still in the palace during the Double Ninth Festival, and I couldn't see you, so I thought about leaving a box for you. ”

Shen Miaoyan glanced at the box of dim sum, but she didn't have any appetite at all.

At the beginning, she was in the palace and died nine times, but she didn't get the slightest help from Han Xuzhi.

If a man was able to help but did not help when she was in danger, then what is the need for it now?

Han Xuzhi felt the increasingly cold aura on Shen Miaoyan's body, and his face was full of helplessness: "Sister Miaoyan, are you still resentful of me for what happened last time?" I swear, last time, I didn't mean anything to blaspheme you! I, I ......"

His face turned red, and he couldn't go on.

Shen Miaoyan bit her lip, such a dilemma, I don't know what to do.

In the end, Han Xuzhi changed the topic with a red face: "In a few days, I will take the autumn boudoir exam." Sister Miaoyan, when I am the top high school champion on the gold list, I will definitely come to the National Teacher's Mansion and take you back to the Han Mansion, okay? Sister Miaoyan, this time, I will definitely not call you a concubine again. ”

Although Shen Miaoyan is stubborn, as a girl, her face is still quite thin, and when she heard him say this, her cheeks were also a little hot, and she only grabbed the hem of her clothes tightly and didn't speak.

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