Chen Zetang opened his eyes, his spine was covered with sweat and his inner clothes were covered with sweat, and a wisp of night wind came in through the window, blowing cold all over his body.

I didn't know what tonight, so I calmed down for a while. This was his study room, and there was no poison wine at hand. There was smoke from the cup. The one brewed Huijun Songluo Tea, which was full of fragrance.

There have been long-term correspondence between officials from the court. Now the Jinyiwei is coming to the besiege to punish him. He sat in the study and looked back on his half life. He had no regrets. He raised his neck and drank a bell of poisoned wine.

When the severe pain rushed to his limbs, he was wondering how could Jiuer stand it? She was so cute that every time she became more fierce in bed, she would bit her vermilion and cry out the pain... and scolded with tears: You 如单!

He was naturally not polite: So what about Huchen? You, the queen, can’t let me rank my cavalry?

Recalling those insincere words, Chen Zetang smiled.

The consciousness became hazy, and the snow was flying outside the window, and he made a vow when it was dark and sweet.

If they do it again... and meet again, they must be careful, he will love her and coax her to stop angering her!

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Chen Huan came into the room to send the sharp Qinglong sword. Chen Zetang took it and looked at him for a few glances and asked: How old are you now?

Chen Huan was slightly stunned when asked, and said alertly: The subordinates are getting closer and have never thought of marrying a wife.

Chen Zetang heard this and raised the corner of his mouth, but said nothing, and asked him to retreat with his head.

The cold light of the sword was drawn out of the sheath reflected his face at this time. He was very young and elegant, with deep and bright black eyes and no white frost on his hair.

I got up and walked to the window. A full moon hung high in the sky. The fragrance of osmanthus lingers in my breath. I heard someone playing with the pipa while singing:

The Mid-Autumn Festival moon is bright and bright from Mid-Autumn Festival. I know how many of it is, and how long it is.

Don’t talk about the phases and waxing, and it’s a good time in the world. I wish you a good time every year and a Mid-Autumn Festival moon is common.

Chen Zetang remembered that it was Mid-Autumn Festival today. He returned to Beijing to receive a reward during the slaughter of Yunnan and was about to leave in two days.

The way of heaven has its own fixed numbers, and the whole family was killed three months ago.

He stood silently at the view outside the window for a while, then he lifted his robe and walked out of the study room and went straight to Mrs. Shen’s Fushan Hall.

There were three or five maids standing in the corridor. Seeing that he was coming, they hurriedly opened the curtain cage. Someone had already replied: Second Master has arrived.

He walked into the room, but saw his third brother and sister-in-law Cui coming with a smile, and greeted him with a gift, and asked with concern: Is the second sister-in-law better? Then he told his mother that a thousand-year-old ginseng was sent to the palace and he wanted to take it to his second sister-in-law.

Chen Zetang did not comment. He passed her and greeted the old lady first, and then sat on the chair beside the couch. The maid Xichun brought a small bowl of chicken noodle soup that he had prepared early. This is Mid-Autumn Festival and it is also the birthday of Chen Erye.

When Mrs. Shen saw him eating noodles slowly, she felt sad: How long have you been back? You are leaving again? The second wife hides in the room and stays in the door all day long. Sister Li is still so young, and she thinks that she is pitiful.

Chen Zetang actually had no appetite, so he put down the bowl, served fragrant tea and rinsed his mouth, and looked at Cui again: I want to say something alone with my mother.

Cui Shiyuan stretched out her ears and listened quietly, and suddenly blushed. She stood up and said, "I'll send ginseng to my second sister-in-law now, and she will be broadened by her heart. Don't think about everything. The more you think about it, the more you can't get out of the dead end. Then she left.

There was no idle in the room, and it seemed very quiet. Mrs. Shen couldn't help but ask: What is the important thing Chen Er should say?

Chen Zetang slowly put down the teacup and said to her: Mother should see through it. Meng Sheng is a heart disease. There is a grudge in his heart that cannot be explained, and he eventually becomes a disease. Even if it is a thousand-year-old ginseng, it will be difficult to cure her.

You comfort her and cherish her! Mrs. Shen still advises: People's hearts always grow flesh...

There is no need for this! Chen Zetang interrupted her: The forced melon is not sweet, Yu Mengsheng is, and Yu Wu is not the same! At that time, she asked to leave, and I was considering the future of the official career, and Li Jie'er was still in her infancy, and she had never agreed. She had been thinking about her for a long time when she returned to Beijing. She was still in her youth, so why bother to stay here and spend her whole life? It would be better to let her go, and they would be freed from each other. He added: Li Jie'er still has to bother her mother!

Mrs. Shen looked at him with a calm expression and clear eyes. She knew his temperament very well, but she had to make a decision and it was difficult to turn back. So she sighed: I don’t care much when I’m old, I just give you a warning, don’t let the Shen clan be ashamed and laughed!

The son has his own sense of responsibility, and the mother does not need to worry too much. Chen Zetang no longer said anything and said goodbye casually.

Chen Er! Old Mrs. Shen looked at his Qingwu's back and for no reason he could feel his coldness and distantness.

Chen Zetang paused, but he finally didn't look back.

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The sycamore trees in the qitong courtyard are rustling, and the golden fallen leaves are blown all over the ground by the wind.

Candlelight reflects the window, the figures sway, and the fireflies are gone, shining on the green road among the flowers.

He walked slowly with his hands behind his back, so slow that Chen Huan couldn't stand it, but he didn't dare to say anything. Now Chen Erye is a little strange.

The maid Yingge moved an embroidered pole and sat in the corridor. Leng Qingqing made needlework. Suddenly, she heard the sound of her feet and raised her eyes. However, Chen Erye brought the three-five guards to come over. He was surprised and happy. He quickly put down his work and smiled at him. The second master said that Chen Zetang had passed by her.

Her face was hot and she looked a little overwhelmed.

Chen Huan and others were silent for a while, pretending not to see this scene, and just guarded the gate of the courtyard.

Chen Zetang raised the curtain and entered the room. Meng Sheng tilted his mouth to eat tea on the kang. He was wearing a white-brown and a goose yellow skirt. Her sister Meng Qingzi sat on the edge of the kang and preached the scriptures. She burned a famous incense in the treasure stove, not sandalwood, but the rich smell could not be dissipated.

Chen Zetang frowned without revealing his mark, and sat in a chair with an official hat in front of the window. Meng Qing's aunt was about to come over to see her. He waved his hand to stop her, swept over the ginseng that was placed casually on the table, took the Diamond Sutra and flipped through the page to read it casually.

Meng Sheng suddenly interrupted: The night is deep and I am very tired. Let’s come again tomorrow! After going over and over again, you can just prepare some homework carefully and make some fresh treasure scrolls of cause and effect to listen to me!

The aunt Meng Qing's face instantly looked like a piece of red cloth. She bit her lower lip and packed the scriptures. Then she went to Chen Zetang to say goodbye, and left the room with shame and shame.

Chen Zetang closed the scriptures and heard Meng Sheng's voice with a little disgust: If the second master has nothing to do, please go back to the study room. I will come to Kui Shui to serve you.

Chen Zetang smiled instead of anger. Even if she took off naked and stood in front of her, she could not stir up any trouble.

His endless desires were given to the woman, and she could only bear it.

Meng Sheng thought he would be as usual, and he heard bad words, and stood up and left without expression. After all, he was the top scholar in high school and now he is the third-rank minister of the Ministry of Personnel. He also has his own dignity and pride.

But now it is different from the past. Instead of leaving, he stared at her and smiled, his expression full of disgust.
Chapter completed!