This idea of "nothing" does not come from "Juan", but from the back house of the courtyard.

Chen Yuanyuan lay on the ground as if he was dehydrated, his eyes were still a little confused.

On the other hand, "Juan" was no better, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and slowly lying in a ball.

Chen Yuanyuan was in a daze and saw "Huang" like this, and was secretly frightened, knowing that the person in the back house had unknowingly hurt the heart of "Huang" with an idea.

It's terrible, it's a violent method.

Who else is hiding in this house?

Chen Yuanyuan remembered Li Guotao's words: "The water in this mansion is very deep. “

It's just not the time to think about this.

Chen Yuanyuan heard the sound of thick soles stepping on the ground, and knew who was coming.

Sure enough, in less than a cup of tea, Zhou Anjing walked in and saw this mess.

Chen Yuanyuan's eyes are still godless, of course, the disguise is on the one hand, and the other is the real confusion, that idea is too strong, Chen Yuanyuan has not been able to get rid of it completely until now.

The scholar fainted on the ground, and the broken sword lay in a pool of blood, his face pale, and he didn't know if he was too badly injured or lost in his mind.

The only one standing was "Juan", but now she seemed to be unable to hear or see anything, allowing the seven orifices to slowly ooze blood, and she was panicked when she saw people.

Anger appeared on Zhou Buyi's face.

The hand gripping the hilt of the knife squeezed hard, but soon relaxed.

He leaned down, hesitated, but first probed Chen Yuanyuan's pulse, and found that it was okay, so he was relieved, took out a pill from his belt, and fed it to Chen Yuanyuan.

Chen Yuanyuan suddenly felt a warm current flowing in his stomach, and even his brain was a lot clearer.

When he opened his eyes openly, Chen Yuanyuan saw that Zhou Anjing was treating the broken sword - he took out the gold sore medicine and applied it to the wound, but he didn't feed anything into his mouth.

Just stop the bleeding.

Chen Yuanyuan didn't speak, Zhou Uneasy turned around, glanced at Chen Yuanyuan, and didn't speak.

He took out the pill again and fed it to the scholar and "Juan".

"Juan" was dumbfounded, allowing Zhou to pinch his cheek and rudely stuff the pill into his lips.

Zhou Anjing's movements were like feeding livestock, and after doing these things, Zhou Anjing helped Chen Yuanyuan up and said, "My lord wants to see you." “

Regardless of whether Chen Yuanyuan agreed or not, he was already half supporting and half pulling and walked out with Chen Yuanyuan.

The two did not say a word on the way.

But I met the ghost doctor - he is now a busy man, busy non-stop, leading people to the place where Chen Yuanyuan lives, looking like a firefighter.

As before, brought to the front of the study door, Zhou Anxing stopped walking forward, put down Chen Yuanyuan, stretched out his hand, and made a posture of "please".

Chen Yuanyuan glanced at Zhou Uneasy, and was about to go inside.

Zhou Buying's brows moved slightly, and finally he said softly when he turned around: "The matter of breaking the sword is excusable, and I will tell you about it later." ”

"Don't have a grudge in your heart. ”

Chen Yuanyuan paused for a moment, and then walked in.

It's still the same as before, but it's not the same as before.

The whole study room is filled with a faint, elegant fragrance of tea. Even if Chen Yuanyuan is not good at this, just by relying on the fragrance, he knows that this tea must be extraordinary.

But Zhang Wenli is not a person who likes to drink tea and drink, Zhang Wenli has never seen his wife, never seen him drink until he gets drunk, never seen him stay in the Qinglou, and never seen him happy and sad - even if he found himself, the orphan of his father's old subordinates. “

Such a person, in Chen Yuanyuan's opinion, is like a person shrouded in fog.

Some couldn't see what he was thinking.

So today he made tea, which made Chen Yuanyuan feel very surprised.

Chen Yuanyuan only heard the heartbeat of one person, but he saw two people.

One is Zhang Wenli, he is a person who is making tea, while the other person is very simple, someone makes tea, then he is naturally a tea drinker.

Dressed in gray, with a slender body, his long black hair was tied together with gray strips of cloth at random, moving with the wind.

Perhaps hearing that Chen Yuanyuan was coming, the man turned his head and glanced at Chen Yuanyuan.

Chen Yuanyuan suddenly felt a chill in the study.

This is really an extremely delicate man.

He doesn't have the heroic spirit that northerners are common to, his eyebrows and eyes look too thin, and the thin ones seem to be a little thin, and his face looks too white, but it is not pale, it is a kind of winter white.

He looked to be in his thirties and had a beard, but he still didn't give himself a rough bonus, but this beard added a touch of poise to him.

This is a person with a feminine temperament.

Zhang Wenli looked at Chen Yuanyuan, stretched out his hand, and introduced: "Xu Daodao's grandson." “

Very simple sentence, very concise introduction.

The man smiled at Chen Yuanyuan, and then slowly sipped the tea by himself.

Zhang Wenli stretched out his hand again and introduced the man, which was also very concise: "Mr. Xilu." “

Chen Yuanyuan saluted respectfully and said, "Sir." “

Mr. Na Xilu waved his sleeves casually, Zhang Wenli may have been used to seeing such a scene, and said to him with a smile: "You can also come and sit." “

Chen Yuanyuan walked in front of him, did not sit down, and stood aside.

Who knew that the gentleman suddenly asked Chen Yuanyuan: "Your master told you to sit, why didn't you sit?"

Chen Yuanyuan glanced at the gentleman and said: "Mr. Zhang taught me poetry and book etiquette, naturally I must maintain respect, and if there are guests today, standing aside, it is natural to maintain respect." ”

The gentleman shook his head and said, "Pedantic!"

He shook his head again and said, "It's boring!"

Zhang Wenli didn't speak, and Chen Yuanyuan didn't look like he was being drunk, or ashamed.

He was still like that, standing aside and not speaking.

Seeing this, the gentleman became interested and said, "Why don't you refute it?"

Chen Yuanyuan glanced at Zhang Wenli, who was still cooking tea and didn't say anything.

Chen Yuanyuan said: "I have a different opinion with you, but why do you have to refute it?"

The gentleman laughed and said, "What do you say?"

Chen Yuanyuan looked at Mr. Xilu, looked at his delicate woman-like face, and said: "In your opinion, I am pedantic in doing this, but in my opinion, you are presumptuous in doing this. You and I have different positions today, why do you refute them?"

"I'm not sure I'm right to do this, but do you think you're right?"

"In this case, why is it not good to seek common ground while reserving differences, and why is it interesting to have one idea for the world to be unified?"

Mr. Xilu showed a little smile on the corner of his mouth, pointed at Chen Yuanyuan and said, "It's a little interesting." ”

"There's a little bit of meaning in your little doll. Next, Mr. Xilu looked at Zhang Wenli and said, "But this is not enough." ”