Cute fox's counterattack

One person and one fox are busy here, and it's time for a cup of tea after washing, and the water in the entire bathtub is almost cold.

Dongfang Chen casually picked up his single clothes and put them on his body, took the wet white fox back into his arms, and wrapped the white fox with a dry cloth towel.

The white fox was held in his arms, unable to move its limbs, leaving only two slender eyes glancing around outside, not knowing what it was thinking.

Dongfang Chen put him on the bed, tied up the single clothes he was wearing casually, took the candle lamp on the table, hugged the white fox in his arms, and helped it wipe the water stains on its hair; Taking care of it, the white fox moved in his arms, its claws grabbed the long hair on his chest, screaming "squeak, squeak", Dongfang Chen looked at his long wet hair in his paws.

Dongfang Chen smiled, and said: "Your hair is soaked and you will catch a cold if you don't dry it in time. Mine, I will wipe it later." He said that his hands continued to move.

The white fox shrugged its nose, jumped out of his arms, jumped onto the table beside the bed, and shrugged on it, the water stains on the hair fell off a lot, and the hair on the whole body stood up, like a little hedgehog.

Dongfang Chen looked at him like this, and burst out laughing.The white fox didn't seem to like himself like this either. He sat on the table and scratched his hair with two front paws.Dongfang Chen looked at it and smiled happily, walked over and pulled it into his arms again, and said: "Okay, okay, don't grab it."

This side is very happy, but the other side is not so happy.

Yan Zixuan didn't know how to explain to his sister, he walked around the street twice, thought for a long time but didn't know how to explain, so he simply gave up and walked back to the mansion.

It was getting late back in the mansion, and standing at the door were Hongmei, the four personal servant girls of my younger sister, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, Hongmei ran over when she saw him and said, "Master, you are back , Miss has been waiting for you for a long time."

Yan Zixuan said, "Let's go."

Before stepping into Yan Zihan's room, Cui Zhu's voice came from inside and said: "Miss, don't worry, the young master will be back soon, the food is getting cold, miss, you can eat." Cui Zhu Bamboo's voice was full of helplessness and worry.

Yan Zixuan was silent at the door for a while, not as usual, under Hongmei's anxious eyes, Yan Zixuan walked into Yan Zihan's room.

When Yan Zihan was about to speak, he saw Yan Zixuan standing in front of the door, and immediately stood up from his chair. His hasty movements moved the tempered ceramic cup on the table, making a "jingling" sound.

Yan Zihan ran up to Yan Zixuan, within three steps away from the two of them, Yan Zihan stopped and looked at Yan Zixuan in front of him, not daring to take another step forward, the silk handkerchief in his hand was messed up , She opened her mouth a few times and didn't know how to ask, even though her anticipation and fear made her unable to speak.

Yan Zixuan looked at her clenched lips, the unbearable feeling in his heart deepened, he didn't know what to say, he handed the folding fan in his hand to Hongmei, walked up to Yan Zihan's side gently, and put his hand on her On her head, she casually pulled her broken hair behind her ears, and said: "Zihan is grown up now, my brother doesn't even know that Zihan has grown so big." He rubbed her head as he spoke.

Yan Zihan, looking up at him, murmured softly: "Brother." He lowered his head as he said that, stirring up the silk handkerchief in his hand to make it even more invisible.

Seeing that she stopped talking, Yan Zixuan thought he might have already thought of it, sighed, took Yan Zihan into his arms, patted her on the back and said, "Zihan, it's brother's fault, brother I'm sorry .”

Yan Zihan shook his head repeatedly in his arms, took a deep breath, and stopped his tears from falling down, but the harder he tried, the harder the tears flowed, Yan Zihan wiped away the dripping water with all his might, Said: "It's not my brother's fault, Zihan is not good, Zihan is not good enough, that's why Brother Dongfang doesn't like me." There was a strong nasal sound and deep sadness in the words.

Yan Zixuan patted her on the back, and said: "Fool, it's not good for our Zihan to have both morality and talent. Dongfang Chen doesn't like you because he has no vision. Look, my Zihan is so handsome." As he spoke, he pushed Yan Zihan away, and wiped away the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Yan Zihan nodded, raised his hand to caress the corner of her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Yeah", with a strong nasal sound in his voice.

Yan Zixuan turned her head over, looked into her red eyes, and said, "Don't cry, it's hard for brother to see you like this, Zihan."

Yan Zihan listened to his words, took Yan Zixuan's hand off his cheek, and said with a smile: "Brother, don't worry, Zihan is fine." As he spoke, the tears in his eyes fell again, reflecting her There was a bitter smile on his cheek; this kind of feeling made people feel sour and worried about her even more, Yan Zixuan only felt shivering in his heart.

Seeing her forced smile, Yan Zixuan said, "Zihan, don't laugh."

Yan Zihan stubbornly kept the smile on his face, let go of his brother's hand with his fingers, wiped away the tears on his face, and said, "My brother is always so kind to Zihan, but Zihan always brings good things to my brother. Trouble, Zihan is so big now." He paused and said: "In the future... Zihan will grow up, brother thank you."

Yan Zixuan looked at her stubborn expression and said: "Zihan, don't force yourself like this, brother will always protect you, you don't need to grow up."

Yan Zihan shook his head, stretched out his fingers, took the folding fan from Hongmei's hand, and said, "Brother, I'm tired and want to rest." As he spoke, the folding fan in his hand had already been passed over.

Yan Zixuan took the folding fan in his hand, he wanted to say that he was there, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it, and just said: "Okay, you rest first, if you have anything to do, let the servant girl call me."

Yan Zihan nodded, "Yes".

Walking out of Yan Zihan's yard, passing through the rockery, before entering his own yard, a servant came to report: "Master, the master is back." The voice came from afar, and the servant hurried over.

Yan Zixuan looked at the man standing in front of him panting heavily, "What's the matter? Don't worry, speak slowly."

The servant panted for a while and said, "Master, the master is back, and the master asked you to go to the front hall."

Yan Zixuan looked at the servant in front of him with some doubts and said: "The old man asked me to go to the front hall? Do you know why?" Although he asked like this, he thought in his heart: During these days, he seems to be Didn't do anything right, now the old man came to the door and didn't know what it was?

The servant bowed his head and said, "I don't know, but the master told you to go quickly."

Yan Zixuan glanced at him and said, "Then let's go." As he spoke, he walked forward.

There are a few red lanterns hanging on the long corridor, and many flowers are planted outside the corridor. At this time, especially the chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and orange-yellow flower bones are competing to burst out.

Yan Zixuan walked and looked at the blooming flowers in front of him, thinking that suddenly there would be a mass of red in the midst of the yellow; Yan Zixuan looked at this sudden color, and a mass of fiery red suddenly appeared in Yan Zixuan's mind, he stopped suddenly , turned around, looked at the servant behind him and said, "What's the name of that flower?"

The servant looked at Yan Zixuan who suddenly turned to face him, followed his fingers, and said, "Master Hui, this is called Tianzhu Peony, which was brought back by the master last year. He said it was good, and said: "Shili Different winds, different customs in a hundred miles."

Yan Zixuan looked at the people talking about this, and said with some doubts: "There is such a thing? I don't know."

The servant coughed and raised his eyes to give him a glance.

Yan Zixuan was still wondering why this person was looking at him so strangely, and a voice came from his ears: "The young master was in Hualing Garden at that time, and the oiran of Hualing Garden was celebrating his birthday by his side, and the master was at home After waiting for you for two full hours, the master was so angry that time that he fined you to shut the door in your room for three days and think about copying more than a hundred poems." He said and looked up at Yan Zixuan's face.

Yan Zixuan remembered what he said, and said, "Well, there is such a thing." At that time, the old man seemed to be very angry, and he copied a hundred articles in a daze. Right hand is still sore.

Seeing that the young master was still immersed in his own thoughts, the servant couldn't help sweating for him and said, "Master, the master is still waiting in the front hall. Look..." He spoke carefully, letting Yan Zixuan Be aware of what you are doing now.

When we arrived at the front hall, the people who had been waiting in the hall were drinking tea from cups, but the housekeeper standing behind him said, "Master, the young master is here."

The person sitting in the upper seat heard a "hmm", put the teacup in his hand on the table, and looked up at Yan Zixuan standing in the hall.

Yan Zixuan looked at the person sitting on him, bowed his head and said, "My son pays homage to his father."

The person who sat on said: "Okay, sit down." The voice was full of majesty and helplessness.

Yan Zixuan looked at the chair beside him, walked over and sat down, and said, "Why is father looking for a child?"

This man is the father of Yan Zixuan, the current minister Ling Yan Chonghui.

Yan Chonghui sighed and said, "Did you know that the day of the draft is coming soon?" He said and looked at Yan Zixuan.

Yan Zixuan nodded and said: "My son heard that this draft will be done by Kang Wang." He shook his head and said, "I don't understand why my father called me here."

Yan Chonghui sighed and said, "You only know one thing and don't know the other thing. On the surface it was done by King Kang, but in fact it was done by Weifu."

Listening to his father's words, Yan Zixuan asked in puzzlement, "What do you mean by that?"

Yan Chonghui said: "Nowadays, the emperor's harem is empty, and the ministers want to send their daughters to the palace, but Kang Wang, as a general, doesn't know much about these things, so the emperor specially sent me to assist Kang Wang, now On the surface, Kang Wang is doing this draft, but in fact it is doing it for my father. Alas! Now that I am busy with this matter for my father, I will entrust you with the size of this mansion."

Hearing this, Yan Zixuan suddenly thought of Zihan, and said hurriedly: "Now that all the ministers want to send their daughters to the palace, has father ever thought about sending Zihan to the palace?"

Yan Chonghui shook his head, ran his finger across the rim of the cup, and said, "Now I only hope that Yan's family is safe, and everything will be fine. Alas, I only hope that Zihan can marry a good family."

Listening to his sigh, Yan Zixuan said happily, "Father don't have to worry about Zihan's affairs, Zihan would be happy if he knew that you were thinking of her, Zixuan will work hard to manage the family affairs well, so father don't have to worry. "

Yan Chonghui picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said, "How can you not worry about being a father? There may be changes in the court. I'm afraid you won't be able to change your temperament. It's a good thing not to enter the court. At least Keep the whole family safe."

Just as Yan Zixuan was about to open his mouth, Yan Chonghui said again: "You don't know much about the affairs of the mansion, so you can follow the housekeeper to learn a little bit more. Also, let Zihan go out less during this period of time. Talk to the housekeeper. Well, I’ll talk about the rest later, you go down first.”

Yan Zixuan nodded, stood up, said: "My child understands, let's go down now." Saying that, he walked out the door.

Thinking about what he said just now, Yan Zixuan suddenly realized that he might not be able to go out for a while, and he hadn't figured out the details of the woman in red, and now it's these things again, alas, let's talk about it later.

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