[Langya List] Picking new mulberries on Moshang

?Chapter 32

On the white rice paper, the ink color is smudged. It is not a girl's elegant hairpin lower script, but a running script that looks like a breeze and flowing water. It has the elegance that belongs to a woman, but also has a broad-mindedness that ordinary women do not have.

Lin Shu shook his head, indicating that there was nothing wrong, and looked at what Nihuang had just written, and remained silent.

"What's wrong? But what's wrong?"

Nihuang was puzzled by Lin Shu's thoughtful gaze.

Lin Shu pursed his lips and smiled, pointed to the word "quiet", and said, "It seems that your depression is still not gone."

Nihuang took a closer look, and she really saw the trick.

When she wrote the word jing, she intended to calm herself down, but because there was still resentment in her heart, the word "quiet" seemed sharp and compelling.

"Of course I'm still depressed. After all, I've never been humiliated like this since I was a child."

Nihuang threw the pen away, sat on the chair and turned her back, but did not look at Lin Shu anymore.

Seeing Nihuang's tantrum, Lin Shu couldn't help but smiled again, then hugged Nihuang from behind, and whispered in her ear: "I know that our little princess is still angry, so I won't prepare it for you." A gift? I promise you will calm down after reading it."

The night is like a piece of soap brocade, embroidered with stars and moon, beautiful and beautiful.

"Why do we have to be the gentleman on the beam in the middle of the night?"

With a black cloth covering her face, Nihuang looked at Lin Shu who was also dressed in black in front of her, and said helplessly.

"Of course it's to let you see the gift I prepared for you."

Hearing Nihuang's complaints, Lin Shu used to raise his hand to stroke the girl's hair to comfort him, but when he saw the tight little head wrapped in black cloth, Lin Shu silently turned his hand in one direction and pulled up Nihuang's hair. hand, go forward.

"Let's go, my little princess."

The benefits of lightness kung fu are brought into full play at this time. It takes an hour to reach the destination by walking on the main road, and it takes half an hour to reach the destination by leaping back and forth on the row upon row of rooftops.

But when Nihuang was pulled by Lin Shu to lift off the mud tiles on a roof, Nihuang couldn't help turning around and wanting to leave.

Seeming to know what Nihuang was thinking, Lin Shu grabbed Nihuang in time, put his index finger on his lips, and then pointed to the room, motioning her to take a closer look.

Nihuang couldn't resist Lin Shu, so she could only lie on the roof, through the tiles, and through the yellow light in the room, look at the face of the apprentice who wanted to be frivolous to her.

That's right, the place where Lin Shu brought Nihuang was the son of Marquis Wen's mansion, that is, the room of the apprentice who tried to insult Nihuang at the Yue Guifei's place.

"Son, it's not because of your mother that you are cruel, it's really because of the will of the Holy One."

In the room, a richly dressed woman kept wiping away her tears with a silk handkerchief, but she kept peeking at the motionless man on the bed with her hanging eyes.

"Now that you have become a useless person, and the emperor has driven you to that bitter cold place, what mother can do is to choose a few more caring people for you, to take good care of your daily life..."

Unexpectedly, before the woman finished speaking, the person who was silent on the bed suddenly choked up, but was unable to utter a single word.

"Ugh."

She seemed to be used to the situation of the person on the bed, but the woman was not surprised at all, she just sighed heavily, "You are leaving tomorrow, so you can rest well tonight."

The woman obviously didn't want to say anything more, she stood up directly, but she didn't even look at the person in front of the bed, so she turned around and left.

Seeing this, Lin Shu felt that there was nothing good to watch, so Lin Shu also took Nihuang and left quietly.

"What's wrong with that Prince Wenhou?"

On the way back, Nihuang finally couldn't help asking.

The prince Wenhou was lying between the beds, covered by a curtain, Nihuang could only see the outline vaguely, but from Mrs. Wenhou's words, it seemed that the prince Wenhou had become a useless person?

But it doesn't make sense?

"He is not the son of Marquis Wen now, he has become an abandoned son that the Wen family does not want. After all, a useless person will be driven to a place of bitter cold and cannot return to Beijing for the rest of his life. What use does the Wen family want him for?"

Lin Shu said calmly, but there seemed to be frost and snow between his eyebrows, which made people chill.

"I'm not talking about this, of course I know this..."

Nihuang showed a tangled face, "I'm just curious how he suddenly became a useless person?"

"There are many ways in this world to make a person instantly useless. What's so surprising?"

The words that were as light as the breeze made Nihuang look up in surprise, but the young man who became clearer under the moonlight like snow on a mountain just stared at Nihuang gently, raising his hand gently as if stroking a rare treasure. The girl's fair and tender cheeks said, "I, Lin Shu's treasure, can't be touched by those young people. Naturally, I have to teach them a lesson."

How long can a disabled person last in that bitter cold place? ?