Chapter 318

He said he didn't know Xu Cheng would do it. Isn't this a disguised explanation to Xu Shiwen that Xu Cheng didn't know about beating him in advance.

In this way, he inadvertently left himself clean.

It was just as Xu Shian expected. Xu Shiwen's face immediately changed and his eyes flickered. He didn't seem to believe it. "Brother, if something like that happened, do you really... Don't you hate me?"

Xu Shian sighed a long sigh and covered up the dark flash in his eyes, "Shiwen, do you remember what brother said to you on the day he got married?"

What he said, Xu Shiwen had no impression. His memory of that day only stayed in the panic of why he would suddenly be naked with Bai Xiyan.

And Bai Xiyan died miserably. The blood on the ground scared him out of bed and sat up in cold sweat on the nights he dreamed back in the middle of the night.

It was a past that he couldn't bear to look back on. When he mentioned it again at the moment, he just felt ashamed and angry.

"Big brother doesn't blame little brother. I don't know what's going on. I always feel dizzy that day..." he seems to be immersed in memories.

Xu Shian picked up his mouth and obviously didn't want to talk more, so he turned off the topic.

"Have a good rest and wait until the injury is cured."

While the two brothers were talking, a little boy rushed in flustered outside.

"Shizi!"

Hearing someone calling, Xu Shian took the opportunity to stand up, "I'll see you later."

Xu Shian went out and stood tall and straight at the door, not angry. "Which room are you a servant? What's the point of shouting? "

In the end, he has an official title and has an official voice. Now he can be regarded as a new upstart of the imperial court. Anyone who sees him should give him some thin noodles.

I didn't feel wrong before. Now I'll see my servant again. Xu Shian's heart has been full of dissatisfaction.

"Shizi, the eldest princess is coming..." the scolded boy trembled all over, but he still stubbornly told Xu Shian.

Xu Shian was stunned: "Yan Luoqing? What is she doing here? "

The servant shook his head: "I don't know. The Lord asked me to come and inform you. Please go to the front hall quickly..."

In fact, Xu Shian knew Yan Luoqing's intention for himself for a long time, and expressed and implied him more than once.

From the beginning, Xu Shian just regarded her as a sister. She was a king and he was a minister. There were differences between kings and ministers.

Besides, she didn't overstep this line of defense. Before she left the cabinet, she would find all kinds of reasons to see herself. He also dealt with it without salt. She hasn't been in touch since she married the military general.

Today, Xu Shian suddenly came over again, which really confused Xu Shian.

"Since the long princess is waiting, go."

At the head of the front hall, Yan Luoqing sat as a young lady and had drunk up a cup of tea.

Just when she was about to change the second one, a robe corner finally flashed out of the front yard.

Xu Shian likes bamboo.

He once said, "when the leaves fall, the roots are firm, and the heart deficiency Festival is higher." Not only did the small attic where he lived grow a large amount of bamboo, but even his clothes would be decorated with green bamboo.

Yan Luoqing was familiar with everything about him. When the corners of his eyes were swept, he clearly felt ecstatic. His eyebrow color was no different from that before. He just held the back of the pear blossom wood chair tightly with his slender fingers and controlled himself to be reserved.

"Minister, meet your royal highness." Xu Shian is now a four grade official. Naturally, he should kneel down in accordance with the court etiquette.

"Xu Shizi doesn't have to be polite. Please get up." Her hand reached out to him involuntarily.

Yan Luoqing's voice trembled slightly when he said this. He had to deliberately restrain himself. He didn't hide it from Xu Shian.

But Yan Luoqing's hand was not close to the corner of his clothes. Xu Shian had avoided her hand without trace and stood on the other side. His tone was so weak that he could be blown away by the wind. "I don't know what the long princess came here today?"

It was like Xu Shian asked about her sadness. Yan Luoqing's tears flowed.

"Shian, he's gone, and I'm a widow..." this time she called his name directly.

Pear blossom with rain, my pitiful face, sobbing voice, wet eyes staring at him, as if he was his last straw.

Xu Shian, who had been deliberately keeping a distance from her, now found that Yan Luoqing was dressed in white, with a white silk flower pinned to her long black hair, no powder on her face, deep sockets and some bad spirit.

Dressed as a survivor.

Xu Shian reacted at this time. He bent down and arched his hands again, "long princess, I'm sorry."

Yan Luoqing knew that Xu Shian would not have much reaction, but what she didn't expect was that his reaction would be so flat.

Her face was pale, and she didn't want to comfort her at all.

A look of not wanting to talk more.

Although Yan Luoqing looked gloomy, she did not hinder her from observing her words and expressions. She also felt Xu Shian's coldness from entering the door. Only this time she was no longer flustered and no longer deliberately approached him. Anyway, the future was long, and she didn't believe that she couldn't eat this hard bone!

The eyebrows and eyes turned, and the tone was gentle and circuitous. "I came this time to ask brother Shian for something."

According to her seniority, she should be called Uncle Xu Shian, but she never called. It's the same this time.

Xu Shian is too lazy to care.

"The eldest princess ordered it."

"He's dead. I have nothing left for him. I want to ask brother Shian to paint a painting for me and I'll burn it for him." Yan Luoqing showed a heavy feeling and righteousness.

If it were normal, Xu Shian might move out of Beiyu and refuse her, because Beiyu is good at painting, especially the description of women's plain face in the palace, which is his unique skill, and there can always be a little more charm in his pen.

Now looking at her expectant appearance, she didn't say the words of rejection after all, nodded, "well, follow me."

The small attic where Xu Shian lives is far from the front yard. It is close to the mountains and near the water. Birds and flowers smell. In late autumn, the flowers and plants in other yards have already withered, but the bamboo forest is as green as jasper all year round, which decorates the small attic like a fairyland.