Looking at the bright moon

That night, as the old lady prepared dinner, she kept looking at Sheng Huan with pity.

She went home to visit her relatives during the day, and heard about the accident in Beiyuan not long after she came back.The old lady obviously regarded this matter as a dispute caused by Sheng Huan's jealousy of Master Wen taking away his father's attention and favor.She didn't mean to blame Sheng Huan, but felt that he was more and more miserable. After all, any half-aged boy who lost the love of his parents was rare and pitiful.

Seeing Sheng Huan's face was solemn and he didn't move his chopsticks for a long time, the old lady comforted him: "Although the young master is strict, he is also a sensible person. If he pursues it, you will admit your mistake and beg him hard. I believe the young master will not It will be too hard on you."

Sheng Huan was silent for a long time, and finally asked in a low voice: "Is Mr. Wen back?"

The old lady no longer corrected his address to Wen Mingyu, and only said: "The young master is injured, the person who served him has already called to report the news, the young master must have rushed back." At this point, she paused for a while, as if afraid Her own words caused Shenghuan's sadness, and she quickly added: "You have only been with the young master for a few days, so it doesn't matter if you are a little unfamiliar with him. After a while, you will get to know each other well, and the young master will definitely care about you."

Even she herself felt reluctant to speak these words, she stumbled, Sheng Huan didn't explain much, he nodded, pretending to listen, picked up a vegetable and stuffed it into his mouth to chew slowly.He couldn't guess how the other party would punish him, and he also believed that Wen Mingyu would not show mercy because of the kinship between the two. Sheng Huan didn't know his father at all. Amidst Sheng Yun's curse and the illusory rumors in the streets and alleys.If these rumors are not false, then his end will be very miserable, enough to become another shocking rumor circulating in restaurants.

In the past, Shenghuan was not afraid of danger, because he could choose to escape before the crisis appeared.Sheng Yunye hated him, but still needed him, even if she lost her temper, as long as Sheng Huan stayed away for a few days, she would not pursue him anymore.Sheng Yunye's guests usually don't pay too much attention to him. These people are busy with making a living or having fun all day long, so they don't care about entanglement with a dewy child.

But it is different now, Long Garden is not a place where he can come and go freely, once Sheng Huan chooses to escape, he will probably lose the chance to come back forever.

Sheng Huan can't give up this opportunity, he still needs Long Yuan's protection.

The next morning, Sheng Huan finally received a summons from Wen Mingyu, and the person who came to inform him was a big man he had never seen before.The big man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a thick and neat beard, and his eyes were cold and deep, like a civilized and polite black bear.When the two met, the big man looked at Sheng Huan carefully for a long time, obviously knowing his identity.Sheng Huan didn't look at him, nor backed away. After a stalemate for a while, Sheng Huan noticed that the other party looked away, and simply said two words: "Let's go."

This is Sheng Huan's first opportunity to see the scenery on the east side of Longyuan. Although Wen Mingyu lived in a foreign country for a while, she doesn't seem to love Western culture like those new-school people.In Dongyuan, green bamboos, white snow, crushed stones and flowing springs, and the scenery of pavilions and corridors are all very quiet.Sheng Huan's apprehension, which had calmed down a lot, was provoked again when he approached Wen Mingyu. He lowered his head, counted his footprints step by step, clasped his hands together, and his palms were soaked in cold sweat.

The big man suddenly asked: "What's your name?"

Sheng Huan raised her head and looked at the back of the other party blankly, only then realized that the other party was talking to herself.He cleared his throat, and tried his best to let his throat, which was dry due to tension, speak normally: "Shenghuan."

The big man seemed a little puzzled, turned his head to look him up again, and said, "Your surname is Sheng?"

Sheng Huan nodded, guessing that this was probably another person who was puzzled because Wen Mingyu didn't change his name for him.

The other party seemed to be interested in him suddenly, and continued to ask: "How old is this year?"

The successive questions made Sheng Huan habitually on guard. He didn't like other people's unreasonable attention to him. According to his limited experience, these attentions were often malicious.Sheng Huan gave the big man a cold look, and replied in a low voice, "Sixteen."

As if sensing Shenghuan's hostility, the big man scratched the beard at the corner of his mouth, stopped suddenly, and stretched out a hand towards Shenghuan.

Sheng Huan didn't have time to dodge, and was slapped on the top of the head by the opponent.The palms of the big man are dry and hot, and there are rough thick calluses on the tiger's mouth. After casually and roughly rubbing Shenghuan's hair, he turned around and said casually: "Why are you so nervous? You are almost a man at the age of 16. You will be beaten anyway, just grit your teeth and carry it, what is there to be afraid of?"

This is a consolation that is not consolation, but unexpectedly it has some effect.Having been by Sheng Yunye's side for many years, Sheng Huan has already been tempered with rough skin and thick flesh, so he is not afraid of being beaten.He responded vaguely, slowly let go of his stiff fingers, and silently followed behind the other party.

The big man led him through a long corridor facing the lake, deviated from the direction of the main hall, and finally came to a courtyard.Several well-dressed, tall men stood guard at the gate of the courtyard. When they saw the big man, they immediately stood up, nodded to him, and then looked at Sheng Huan, examining him curiously and vigilantly.

The big man greeted several people, and the two entered the courtyard. The door of a wing room on the south side was open, as if waiting for their arrival.

The big man didn't go in, he knocked on the door frame and called out, "Third Master, you've arrived."

Someone in the room replied, "Let him in."

Wen Mingyu's voice is very special. According to common sense, if a person's voice becomes hoarse, it must sound very rough.However, Wen Mingyu is different, the hoarseness in his voice is extremely soft, and when he prolongs his voice, the ending will show a little soft sweetness, like delicate sugar, the grains are round and smooth, without any sharp corners.It was hard to imagine that the owner of this voice turned out to be a murderous gang leader.

The big man gave Sheng Huan a slight push from behind, and Sheng Huan staggered and stepped into the wing.The door closed behind him silently, Sheng Huan was stunned for a while in the empty reception room, and walked towards the inner room where Wen Mingyu was.

The inner room seems to be a study room, the floor is covered with a soft wool carpet, the curtains are not drawn, and the layers of curtains tightly block out the light.The two bookshelves stand against the wall, and some places on the shelves are quite messy, probably just checked by the owner, and there is no time to tidy them up.On the side near the window, there was a sofa chair, presumably Wen Mingyu was waiting for his arrival here just now.

The room was dry and warm by the charcoal fire, Wen Mingyu was only wearing a snow-white gown, standing in front of the bookshelf with her back to Shenghuan.The long gown seemed a little loose, and it set off Wen Mingyu's slender and thin figure. When he heard the footsteps, he turned his head and glanced casually at Sheng Huan. His side face was still so handsome that he couldn't tell his age. , just stand here in a daze?"

Sheng Huan was still afraid of him. Hearing this, he hesitated for a moment, bowed to salute him, and called out, "Mr. Wen."

Wen Mingyu had no objection to this title, he retracted his gaze, and stared up at the bookshelf, as if he was looking for something.After a while, he asked without turning his head: "Do you know why I asked you to come here today?"

The other party's attitude was not sharp, even a little lazy, but Sheng Huan did not dare to relax at all.He can deal with bad-tempered villains freely, but he has never had the experience of dealing with a high-ranking person like Wen Mingyu. Sheng Huan is not good at observing words and expressions, and he can't learn how to flatter and flatter him. Facing his strange father, he is rarely quite nervous. Answer: "I did something wrong."

"Since I know I'm wrong, why don't I have the attitude to admit it?" Wen Mingyu finally found what he wanted, he picked up something from the bookshelf, played with it a few times in his hand, turned around and walked towards Shenghuan.

With the weak light in the room, Sheng Huan saw that the other party was holding a gleaming dagger in his hand.Wen Mingyu walked up to Sheng Huan, clamped the dagger between his two slender fingers, and the bright blade wrapped around between his fingers like flowing water. Finally, he turned the sharp blade downwards, and plunged the dagger into the ground next to him with a squeak. In the small square table, he leaned against the edge of the table and looked at Shenghuan playfully.

Accompanied by the muffled sound, Sheng Huan's heart pounded violently forward, and the cold sweat gradually wetted his close-fitting clothes, making his back icy cold.He didn't know whether Wen Mingyu's move was a deliberate threat or a silly tease, but no matter what it was, Sheng Huan could only obey.He bit his dry lips, took a deep breath, and knelt down straight to the other party.

The room was extremely quiet, even through the thick blanket, the sound of Sheng Huan's knees hitting the floor was still clearly audible.Wen Mingyu crossed her arms, her eyes quietly became focused, carefully examining the boy kneeling in front of her.Judging from the evaluations of the housekeeper and servants, Sheng Huan should be an honest and eccentric child. He is quiet and taciturn, never cries, and even if he is abandoned by his parents, he will treat him indifferently. There is no trace of interest, and the liveliness and innocence of a young man cannot be found on him.

Sheng Huan doesn't look like him, which comforts Wen Mingyu, but his face is seventy percent similar to Sheng Yunye's, which is one of the reasons why Wen Mingyu doesn't want to see him.He loathed Sheng Yunye, and Sheng Huan's existence made him even more disgusted. Wen Mingyu thought that he would never have anything to do with that woman again, but who knew that she not only appeared in front of him again, but also brought a woman who blended the two together. A feast of blood.Sheng Huan seemed to be a vivid and dazzling physical evidence, reminding Wen Mingyu all the time, reminding him of the insult he had suffered.

The long silence made Sheng Huan feel uneasy, he knelt stiffly, his eyes fixed on Wen Mingyu's feet sunk in the carpet.Wen Mingyu didn't wear shoes and socks, her bare ankles were white and crystal clear, like jade.Such a pair of scripts can be called pleasing to the eye, but there is a shocking scar across each of his heels, the color is dark red, adding a little twisted flaw to this pair of perfect ankles.

"Yongtang's servant told me that you took the initiative to hurt people, is this true?" Wen Mingyu finally spoke, his voice dissipated the joke-like laziness before, and sounded very cold.

Sheng Huan nodded without defending himself, he knew that Wen Mingyu was not interested in listening either.

Wen Mingyu lifted the hem of his clothes, bent one leg, and squatted in front of him.

The cold and hard object touched Sheng Huan's skin, making him take a breath, and realized that it was a dagger that the other party had played with.Wen Mingyu raised his chin with a dagger, and looked at him closely.Suddenly meeting those deep black and clear eyes made Sheng Huan, who was so nervous that he was almost numb, palpitate.Wen Mingyu's appearance is so good, even if Sheng Huan knew that it was not the time for him to be distracted, he was still irresistibly disturbed, and hurriedly backed away.

There was a sudden pain in the lower jaw, the tip of the knife pierced the skin, Wen Mingyu reacted faster than Sheng Huan, grabbed his cheeks first, lowered his eyes and said: "Do you want to commit suicide in fear of crime? This is too much."

A drop of blood fell silently into the carpet, only then did Sheng Huan realize how dangerous his actions were, and he didn't dare to move again.Wen Mingyu let go of his hand at the right time, and said again: "Which hand did you use to push Yongtang?"

Sheng Huan opened his eyes slightly, and looked at the other party blankly, not knowing where this trumped-up charge came from.Soon, Sheng Huan guessed that he had been framed, he opened his mouth, but didn't know how to clarify for himself.Is he going to accuse the other party's nephew of lying in front of Wen Mingyu? If he really does, I am afraid that Wen Mingyu will not only not believe it, but will think that he is damaging Wen Yongtang's reputation and punish him more severely.

After a brief silence, Sheng Huan said in a low voice: "I don't remember."

"Really?" Wen Mingyu chuckled, and even withdrew the sharp blade in his hand.Before Sheng Huan could breathe a sigh of relief, the other party suddenly grabbed his arm and pressed it firmly on the carpet.The dagger turned lightly in Wen Mingyu's palm, and then the opponent raised his hand, the blade flashed a little cold light in the air, and stabbed fiercely at the back of his hand.

Thinking that the palm of his hand was going to be pierced, the unsuspecting Sheng Huan screamed in fright, and turned his head to the other side abruptly, not daring to look at his left hand that was about to become bloody.

With a muffled sound, Sheng Huan's body trembled violently, and a weak sob escaped from his throat.

After a long time, his stiff and cold fingers moved uncontrollably, only then did he realize that he was not injured.Sheng Huan opened his eyes, turned his gaze slowly, and found that Wen Mingyu was just holding the dagger between his fingers, appreciating his embarrassment with a half-smile.Meeting Sheng Huan's gaze, Wen Mingyu slowly pulled out the blade, and forcibly separated his fingers that were clenched in fear one by one.

Shenghuan realized that the matter was not over yet, so he began to push back the other party, wanting to take back his left hand.He grew up with fists and feet, and he has fought a lot, and his strength is much stronger than his peers.Unexpectedly, Wen Mingyu looked sick and weak, but the five fingers clasped on Shenghuan's wrist were like cold steel, no matter how much Shenghuan struggled, they could not shake a bit.The other party pressed the blade against his fidgeting fingers, and stated calmly and seriously: "Since you don't remember, you can let go of both hands."

After all, the blade pressed down, sharply and heavily touching Shenghuan's skin.

"I didn't!" Under panic, Sheng Huan finally told the truth.He didn't dare to move his restrained left hand, and he was afraid that the opponent's blade would fall, so startled that his voice had a hint of crying.He grabbed Wen Mingyu's sleeve with the other hand, begging incoherently: "Mr. Wen, I didn't push him, please, I can't be without hands..."

Wen Mingyu's hand holding the knife was grabbed by Sheng Huan, but he didn't push him away immediately.He looked at Sheng Huan's flustered expression and narrowed his eyes slightly. He probably thought this scene was very interesting, and a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He said in a soft and hoarse voice, "How do I know you're not lying?"

Sheng Huan grabbed Wen Mingyu's sleeve tightly, and couldn't say anything to tell the difference for him, but just stared at him with wide eyes.His eyes are most similar to Sheng Yunyi's, with well-defined double eyelids, thick and curly eyelashes, beautiful and bright almond eyes.These eyes were born on Sheng Yun's face, and every frown and smile was very romantic and charming.Of course, Sheng Huan will not have the demeanor of his mother who is looking forward to Shengqing. He always has his eyes downcast, the corners of his mouth tense, and a gloomy look, which makes it difficult for people to arouse their interest.But now Shenghuan's dark eyes contained a little tear, and his expression was desperate and earnest, which made people's eyes bright and vivid.Wen Mingyu looked at it with interest for a while, and suddenly realized that she seemed to be bullying a child.

Wen Mingyu was startled, feeling extremely ashamed.He let go of Sheng Huan, put the dagger into the drawer of the small square table, and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, don't cry, I don't want to stain the carpet either."

Sheng Huan held his freed left hand in his arms, as if afraid of being snatched away again.He was still trembling uncontrollably, raised his head, his eyes were firmly glued to Wen Mingyu's body, his eyes were guarded, he was already being teased by the other party.

"But those who should be punished still have to be punished." Wen Mingyu walked towards the bookshelf again, and took out something from the lower interlayer.

This time Wen Mingyu took a cowhide riding whip, which was black, slender and hard.Sheng Huan had no time to think about why the other party would put such a thing in the study, as long as he could save his limbs, he would be willing to bear a few whips.Thinking of this, he finally found dully that Wen Mingyu probably never intended to cut off his fingers, and all his actions just now were just to scare him.

As for why the other party did this, Sheng Huan had no way of guessing.

Just when Sheng Huan was thinking wildly, Wen Mingyu had already stood beside him, pointed at the square table with a whip, and said, "Hold on."

Sheng Huan did so honestly, and as if remembering something, he turned and looked at the other party, hesitating to speak, as if he had something to hide.

"Mr. Wen." He spoke with difficulty: "I don't have many clothes..."

He was afraid that his clothes would be torn by the whip and he would not be able to wear them anymore.Wen Mingyu heard the sound of Sheng Huan's words, and suddenly felt angry and funny.He really doesn't care much about this young man. Ever since he brought Sheng Huan into Longyuan, he has never asked him a word, nor has he given him any special treatment. If Wen Yongtang hadn't had a dispute with Sheng Huan, Wen Mingyu would have almost forgotten about it. the presence of this child.Although this discovery did not make Wen Mingyu feel guilty, it also remembered Sheng Huan's current embarrassment.

Seeing that Wen Mingyu was silent for a while, Sheng Huan thought that the other party didn't intend to take care of his troubles, so he gritted his teeth and took the initiative to tear off his shirt.In the past, he was always reluctant to show his body naked in front of strangers, but Wen Mingyu was different from anyone he had ever met, maybe because of their blood relationship, or maybe it was the previous cold reception that gave Shenghuan some special A sense of security, he believed that Wen Mingyu would not have any undue desire for him.

Sheng Huan's skin was very fair, and it was somewhat different from Wen Mingyu's morbid paleness.His body was tall and thin, with smooth and beautiful muscle lines in his chest and lower abdomen, like a healthy and slender lion cub.When her eyes fell on Shenghuan's back, Wen Mingyu frowned slightly. There were many messy scars on the young man's thin and strong back. Some of the scars had been washed away by the years, and some were still bright and dazzling. There is also no preferential treatment around Sheng Yunyi.

Wen Mingyu can probably guess the reason. When the Sheng family was in danger, Sheng Yunye sent his servant to bring the news of his pregnancy, threatening the life of the offspring, and wanted him to try to rescue his elder brother who was imprisoned.It's a pity that Wen Mingyu's temper hadn't subsided at that time, and his aversion to Sheng Yunye hadn't subsided, so he sent the head of Sheng Yunye's brother back to the Sheng family that night as a statement of his own.Sheng Yunni's love for him was probably completely extinguished on that day. Wen Mingyu always thought that she killed the child, but Sheng Yunni unexpectedly raised him quietly.

"Relax." Wen Mingyu tapped Shenghuan's shoulder with a whip: "Call out when it hurts."

When Sheng Huan nodded, Wen Mingyu dropped the first whip without stopping.

The burning dull pain exploded on the surface of the skin in an instant, Sheng Huan trembled in pain, his ten fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly, and the back of his hand had bulging veins.He has always been unwilling to show the slightest weakness in front of others, not to mention that the person he is facing today is his father, and he is even more unwilling to let the other party look down on him.

The second whip came one after another, and Sheng Huan even heard the muffled sound of the whip cutting through the air.This time Wen Mingyu was whipped on his lower back, Sheng Huan let out a short gasp, the sharp pain drained most of his strength, he gritted his teeth, stood up straight with difficulty, and waited for the next whip coming.

Wen Mingyu started coughing at this moment, and couldn't calm down for a long time.Sheng Huan couldn't help but look back at him, and saw Wen Mingyu coughing and panting, throwing the whip casually, and sitting on the wicker chair next to the bookshelf.

He propped his elbows on the armrest and covered his mouth, his voice became hoarse each time, coughing up a thin layer of blood on his face, but his expression was very calm, as if he was used to enduring this kind of pain.Sheng Huan searched the room hesitantly, and finally poured out a cup of cold tea, walked to Wen Mingyu, and handed it to him carefully.

Wen Mingyu took the teacup, took a sip reluctantly, leaned back on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes wearily.

Sheng Huan didn't know if the punishment would continue. Wen Mingyu didn't speak, so he couldn't leave, but stood quietly and waited.

"Aren't you angry at me for punishing you like this?" After a long time, Wen Mingyu let out a shallow breath, as if he had recovered a little, and raised his head to ask questions in a hoarse voice.

Sheng Huan changed into his usual indifferent expression, and replied, "I dare not be angry with you."

This sentence was not funny, but it made Wen Mingyu laugh out loud. While laughing, he coughed lightly and said: "You are so honest, be careful I will beat you up again."

As soon as this remark came out, Sheng Huan knew that the other party had no intention of continuing to punish him.He raised his eyes to look at Wen Mingyu, buried his head again, and did not speak.

Wen Mingyu said again: "Do you know why I want to punish you?"

Sheng Huan slowly said the answer: "I shouldn't fight with the young master."

Unexpectedly, Wen Mingyu shook his head, stared at Shenghuan silently for a while, and then said: "I am punishing you to let you know that if you don't have the ability to get out, don't cause trouble. I am Yongtang's uncle, You made him suffer, and I will definitely vent my anger on him, there is no reason to say it." He closed his eyes again, with a shallow tired look on his face, and waved his hand towards Sheng Huan as if to drive him away: "Go out, later Don't bother me with these things anymore."

Sheng Huan bowed to him, picked up the clothes on the floor, and quietly retreated out of the study.When he was arranging his clothes in the reception room, he couldn't help but glanced in the direction of the study. It was quiet inside, and Wen Mingyu seemed to be asleep.The two whip marks just now were still hot and heavy on his back, Sheng Huan was often beaten, knowing that although such whip wounds would hurt him, but he would recover in a few days, Wen Mingyu probably showed mercy.

The other party overturned Sheng Huan's imagination again. Wen Mingyu seemed gentle, but in reality he was very strict.Sheng Huan originally thought that the other party was just like what he himself said, and there was no reason to say, but Wen Mingyu's instructions to him before leaving were clearly reasonable.Thinking of Wen Mingyu's two teases just now, Sheng Huan sighed, not knowing how to treat his strange father.

Curiosity towards Wen Mingyu had just sprouted in his heart, but Sheng Huan calmly snuffed it out immediately.He is not qualified to explore this curiosity to the end. Since Wen Mingyu hates him, he will find a way to disappear from the other party's sight. Unrealistic extravagant hopes will not do any good.

After all, once the limelight of that incident is over, the fate between him and Wen Mingyu will probably come to an end.