Traveling through the original is not fun

Although after Huanhuan outwitted Concubine Hua, Li Zhen no longer had to summon her to sleep, but so did Zhu Tianyang, and anyone who had frequent contact with Zhu Tianyang would be frozen.He Anhan will not talk about it, he was originally a son of a concubine, and he was sent to the prime minister's mansion for training since he was a child. Although he looks handsome and handsome, he has a cowardly personality and mediocre skills. So from the moment they entered Shu's mansion, Shu Xiuyuan had forgotten him, but Li Chenghuan and Zhang Xiaochen hadn't seen each other for more than a month, which was amazing. Mo Qi, after the incident, he was not allowed to see the servant once. This kind of words made Zhu Tianyang gradually become a taboo. Some people in the Houfu didn't even dare to mention it. Use "that person" instead.

Regarding this phenomenon, under Zhilan's frowning, Zhu Tianyang laughed and said proudly, "Now I'm as powerful as Voldemort."

Shu Yi on the tree turned his head silently, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes miserably, took out the notebook in his arms and wrote down the word Voldemort, counted the uncrossed numbers on it, and thought to himself, At least in the past ten days, his number has surpassed that of Shu Er, and he can eat a free meal of good wine and food.

"Xiaochen, why haven't you come to see me for so long?"

"How could it be? A few days ago, Xiaochen didn't come to play with the second child according to the appointment, but it happened that Xiao Yang was unwell and didn't bother me anymore."

Seeing someone as clear and elegant as Zhang Xiaochen utter the words "big second" in a serious manner, it feels really special, the corners of Zhu Tianyang's mouth can't help but tremble twice.

"But that happened a few days ago. What are you busy with? Writing calligraphy?" Zhu Tianyang walked to Zhang Xiaochen's desk and saw him practicing calligraphy.

"Xiaochen has been neglecting practice recently, and her pen and ink are rusty. Practice." Although Zhang Xiaochen stopped writing, he didn't put it down, and Zhang Xiaochen's attendant Xiaoli went on to say: "Young master Zhu, you don't know something. Apart from being good at dancing, this word is also unique, and it used to be known as the number one in Yaojing.”

"Whoa, that's amazing."

"Little brother Yang is absurd."

"Then I'll go back first, and I won't disturb your handwriting practice."

"Brother Yang, go slowly." Zhang Xiaochen lowered his head, raised his head before the nib of the pen was stained with ink, and said, "Wait, brother Yang, pear blossoms are in full bloom in Xiaochen's hometown, so send me some pear honey. I hope Mr. Zhu doesn't think this is a crude thing, Xiao Li, hurry up and get Mr. Zhu an altar."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll just stand here, just take your time."

Seeing Zhu Tianyang smiling and bowing, Zhilan couldn't help but roll her eyes, thinking, the Seventeenth Master has brought so many treasures and food, son, is it necessary for you to do this for a jar of nectar?

Zhu Tianyang called out urgently to Xiao Li who wanted to give the nectar to Zhilan, "Hey...that Xiao Li, give me, give me a measure, wow...it's not light."

"That's right, Mr. Zhu, it's hard to collect this pear blossom honey. The Yaojing mansion only sent three altars to you, and you will give one jar to you, Mr. Zhu."

"Oh... good good..."

Zhang Xiaochen put down his pen and walked to the porch in front of the door, "Xiao Li, don't talk nonsense, it's just some cheap and thin things, I hope brother Yang don't dislike them."

Seeing Zhang Xiaochen stretching out his hand, Zhu Tianyang had no choice but to hand the jar to Zhilan, hold Zhang Xiaochen back, and said with a cracked smile: "Xiaochen, this thing is good, it nourishes the throat, clears the intestines and moistens the bowels, and it is so smooth that it can be used instead of Jasmine Orange Blossom You can use the ointment, and it’s delicious, it’s so magical, it’s too late for me to like it, how can I dislike it, hey Zhilan, you have to be careful, I will try it with Yunli next time.”

Zhu Tianyang looked at Zhang Xiaochen, and found that his expression didn't change a bit, and secretly spat something boring.

"As long as Xiao Yang likes it, please tell Xiaochen if you need it."

"Hey, okay, then don't worry about your practice, let's go first."

"Brother Yang, go slowly."

When Zhu Tianyang's master and servant walked out of the courtyard, Zhang Xiaochen's master and servant were still standing in front of the door, and after a while, Xiao Li looked back at Zhang Xiaochen, "Master, do you want Master Zhu to believe it?"

"This man is unpredictable, I only hope he believes." After Zhang Xiaochen finished speaking, he looked in the direction of Zhu Tianyang's master and servant, who had disappeared long ago, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to practice calligraphy.

"Xiao Li can't see how powerful Mr. Zhu is at all. This person looks stupid and crazy, even his little servant Zhilan, with her hips twisting like that when walking, I'm afraid he came from a prime minister's mansion."

Zhang Xiaochen withdrew his gaze and looked at his little servant, "Xiao Li, Zhu Tianyang is not stupid. This person wants to get the master's attention, and he gets the master's attention. It seems that the master may be indifferent to him now, but there is another one who never gets close." The masculine Seventeen Lord is holding him. Also, have you seen Li Chenghuan, who has always liked to bully others, throwing stones at him? Isn’t Mo Qi, the younger brother of the King of Beixiang, still on good terms with him? Xiao Li, we must not ignore that person After speaking, Zhang Xiaochen looked in the direction where Zhu Tianyang left.

"Zhilan, is it heavy?"

"Zhilan, why don't I take it? Don't make a bad face, it hurts my eyes."

The jar is quite heavy, as wide as an adult's waist, and about an elbow long. This Zhilan is fourteen years old, but its height is not as high as Zhu Tianyang's shoulders, about 160 cm. I made him short, and I seldom let him carry heavy objects, because I was afraid that he would lose his figure, and he would not be able to marry and eat him for the rest of his life.

"My son, the Seventeenth Lord has already given you so many treasures and food, why are you so greedy for petty gain and make people look down upon you?" Seeing Zhilan's red eyes, Zhu Tianyang shook his head and was sure that the child was hopeless. Seeing Zhu Tianyang's indifferent attitude, Zhilan's heart was about to break, "Look, we made a noise before we were admitted to the hospital, but did Mr. Zhang Xiaochen come out to greet you? You'll be so happy if I give you a nectar." , Young Master~ Why do you despise yourself so much?"

Zhu Tianyang hugged the jar with one hand, let out a deep sigh, gently stroked Zhilan's head and said, "Zhilan, who cares about us or who cares about us? The important thing is what we want to do and what kind of life we ​​want to live. Days, do you know?" Zhu Tianyang withdrew his hand and changed hands to hold the jar, "Zhilan, you are young and innocent, I don't expect, let alone hope, you can help me, but the young master only asks you for one thing, even if it is from the bottom of your heart. No matter how many questions you have, you have to follow the young master outside, and ask questions when there are only two of us, no matter who you are, even the Seventeenth Lord you are talking about."

Zhilan nodded, and when she raised her head, she looked cute again, Zhu Tianyang sighed in his heart, it's better to be a child, humming "I don't want, I don't want, I don't want to grow up, there will be no fairy tales in the world when I grow up."

Looking back at the cute version of Zhilan, thinking of Mo Qi who always looks at her servant every time she speaks, she can't help but sigh with a good feeling, "Zhilan, how lucky are you to meet me, son, and you don't covet your buttocks?" , and sincerely treat you well."