big master, big liar

Wen Chaoyan was sitting in her boudoir, copying poems stroke by stroke. Her bright wrists were hanging high, her face was as calm as water, and she was extremely focused.

And her elder brother, now Jing Zhaoyin Wen Chaoci, was looking at her solemnly: "Wen Chaoyan, you let me down so much."

Wen Chaoyan was like staying in a quiet room, undisturbed.

In fact, in the past few days, there have been too many conversations like this, and what Wen Chaoci said could no longer stir up waves in her heart.

"As a lady of every family, but with outlaws, with traffickers, Wen Chaoyan, do you still remember that you are a girl from the Wen family?"

Wen Chaoci's face also showed fatigue, disappointment, and anger: "Wen Chaoyan, you are my younger sister, the daughter of the Wen family, how do you want people to treat you? What do you think? The Wen family?"

"I don't care what they think of me." Wen Chaoyan suddenly raised his head, his black pupils were as calm as water. "I don't even care what they think of the Wen family."

"What did you say?" Wen Chaoci's face, which was usually modest and gentlemanly, unexpectedly turned sharp at this moment. "Can you say that again?"

"Let me tell you, I, Wen Chaoyan, am different from you." Wen Chaoyan looked at him quietly, "I don't care what others think of me, let alone this Wen family, whether I associate with celebrities of aristocratic families or with the grass and grass of the world."

"Wen Chaoyan, why did you become like this?" Wen Chaoci looked at her in disbelief. "Ungrateful and shameless."

These words were almost the most important words Wen Chaoci had ever said to her in his life.

Even when the entire Shengjing family was taunting Wen Chaoyan Kefu, only Wen Chaoci stood by her side, saying that she had been his sister all her life.

There seemed to be an inexplicable bitter taste on the tip of Wen Chaoyan's tongue, which gradually spread to the tip of his heart.

She finally softened her voice: "Wen Chaoci, you don't understand anything. The Wen family may be kind to you, but to me, it's nothing more than a meal."

"Even if there is grace, I have secretly cleaned up their dirty things for them over the years, and it is considered repayment."

When she was ridiculed in the boudoir and was teased and isolated by her sisters, the Wen family did not show any kindness; At that time, the Wen family was even more ungrateful.

If it wasn't for Wen Chaoyan's inherent restlessness, he would have been crushed and flattened by now, and became a victim of the family's interests.

Wen Chaoci pursed his lips tightly: "What do you mean? The Wen family treated you well. Is it because you have been wronged by letting you be the eldest lady of the Wen family?"

"Yes."

Looking at his expression, Wen Chaoyan couldn't help shaking her head: "You don't believe me?"

Wen Chaoci frowned slightly: "You never told me that the Wen family treated you badly."

"Let me tell you, what can you do?" Wen Chaoyan looked at his elder brother repeatedly, with delicate features and warm eyes, and anyone who looked at him would praise the young talent.

But she knows best that she cannot rely on him.

"Brother, can you contradict my father and stepmother for me? Can you sell my servants for me? You even have to be careful with your sisters." Wen Chaoyan's voice was cold and soothing. "If I bother you with these things, I can only make you worry and even ruin your future."

"After all, you, Mr. Wen Chaoci, are a living gentleman, as gentle as jade, aren't you?"

Wen Chaoci's expression changed a lot. On the one hand, he had his biological sister in his palm, and on the other hand, the family that had raised him for many years. It was difficult for him to make a choice, and he couldn't make a choice.

Wen Chaoyan knew his indecision, so he didn't make it difficult for him: "Brother wants to be a celebrity in the family, just do it, but I will never let others bully me."

Her eyes became sharper, like knives made of ice: "If you are afraid that I will hurt you, then leave me as a younger sister."

"I want to live like a human being."

Wen Chaoci went out without hesitation, and Wen Chaoyan was the only one left in the room, copying the poem quietly by himself.

She said slowly: "Get out."

A person flipped flexibly out of the bed, wearing a linen robe and a slightly apologetic smile on his face: "Miss Wen."

Wen Chaoci turned around and saw that it was Song Xuan who came.

"It turns out to be Master Guoshi." Wen Chaoyan didn't fight this time, but his eyes were cold, which added a sense of distance from the first meeting. "I thought the national teacher was busy making a canary, but he dared to come to see me?"

Song Xuan knew that he was wrong, and touched his nose: "If the girl wants to be beaten and punished, Song has nothing else to say."

"Why does the national teacher act like this?" Wen Chaoyan glanced at him lightly. "I dare to move a finger of yours, but I'm afraid you'll be cut off all over the place with your hind feet."

Song Xuan bowed to the ground, and said sincerely: "It is indeed Song who has tired the girl this time. If the girl has any orders in the future, I will do my best."

Wen Chaoyan stared at him for a long while, then shook his head: "You and the Holy Majesty's red-faced singers really make people lose their temper."

"Forget it, I can't blame you for this matter." Wen Chaoyan looked at the wolf hair on the table and said softly. "Paper can't wrap fire, but sooner or later."

She has long known that such a day will come, and she has also known that with Wen Chaoci's temperament, she will never be able to stand on the same side as her.

But when faced with this reality, she still couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Song Xuan shouldn't talk too much at first, but looking at her lost expression, he couldn't help but ask, "Girl... what are your plans for the future?"

"Plan?" Wen Chaoyan said lightly. "Move out, let Wen Chaoyan become a monk or die, it's time for me to get out."

"I've already had enough."

Song Xuan asked: "What can I do for the girl?"

Wen Chaoyan looked up at him with a half-smile: "What can you do? I'm afraid that that person will come to collect debts in the future."

Song Xuan coughed: "He has already agreed to me, so it shouldn't be like this next time."

His mind is still in a mess, and from time to time he thinks of Ji Yunxi's lost and fragile appearance.But he felt really guilty about Wen Chaoyan's situation, so he hurried over anyway.

"Should?" Wen Chaoyan raised his eyebrows. "Song Xuan, do you know that he is inhumane?"

Song Xuan had no choice but to say: "If you follow the rules of the Jianghu, it can be counted."

"On the rivers and lakes?" Wen Chaoyan could not help but smile when he heard the defense in his words. "Then how long can you endure his behavior like this, and how long can you clean up the matter?"

"Whenever it is." Song Xuan replied with a smile, "Just like you girl, will you secretly escort Brother Ling in the future?"

Wen Chaoyan pursed her lips, but did not answer.

Obviously the answer is obvious, she just whispered: "You only see him when he is unreasonable, and when he is good, only I remember."

At this time, she was really a bit like a younger sister's daughter.

Song Xuan's eyes softened: "It's the same for a certain person."

"To protect a person, sometimes there is no reason at all, and there is no need to look at the future. One day, count one day, and protect one day. If there is no future, you will not regret it."

What's more, Song Xuan always felt that although what Ji Yunxi did was not a good thing, it might not be all bad.

At the beginning when Ji Yunxi agreed to him and wanted to be the emperor well, Song Xuan didn't want to question it.

He just thought about protecting Ji Yunxi as much as possible and letting him do what he wanted to do. As for the aftereffect, let the world and time test it.

Wen Chaoyan looked at him, and couldn't help snorting: "The national teacher is more sentimental than me."

Song Xuan smiled: "I made the girl laugh."

"If the girl really wants to move out, she will send a note to the Zhenbao Building. Once the matter is met, someone will make a ceremony for the girl. It can be regarded as a slight apology from Song."

Wen Chaoyan looked at him for a while, then nodded.

Only then did Song Xuan solemnly say goodbye and leave.

Only Wen Chaoyan was left with the icy air in this room.

There is also something just copied on the table, the handwriting is not very neat, but it is just a piece of poetry.

Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?

Because of the humble monarch, Hu is almost exposed.

Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?

Because of the humble gentleman, Hu is in the mud.

Wen Chaoyan looked at it for a while, but suddenly laughed at himself and tore the paper to pieces.