Portable Space: The Group Favorite Milk Bag Brings the Whole Family To Open and Hang

When she woke up in the morning, Mrs. Lin was refreshed.

She woke up early, not to mention that the meal was ready, even the fox gave a meal of meat.

As a result, I was sitting there watching the fox eat, when I saw a figure flashing in front of the door, and Yan Shenjue came in.

Lady Lin smiled and said, "Xiao Jue, it's so early? Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Morning, Aunt Lin," Yan Shenjue saluted with a stern look, "It's already been used."

Mrs. Lin said: "Xinbao slept with her brother yesterday, in the East Wing. It's still early to get up! Sit down for a while."

Yan Chen Jue hummed, and looked at the fox: "Then I'll go back and practice the sword."

Mrs. Lin was not polite to him, she nodded.

After he left, she couldn't help but gossip with Tang Qingshan: "Xiaojue, this kid is a little... not really weird." She pondered for a long time before saying, "When he looks at people, he doesn't see anything wrong. .”

The second elder brother brushed his teeth and couldn't help but glance over there.

Indeed, although Yan Chenjue is very polite, when he looks at people, there is no warmth in his eyes, no emotion... To put it inappropriately, you seem to be no different from trees and grass in his eyes.

But Xinbao is an exception.

When he looked at Xinbao, his eyes were soft and warm.

The family got up one after another and had dinner. Brother Tang San and the twins were torn between watching Yan Shenjue practicing swords and going to Yuan's house, but they still ran to Yuan's house, and then Big Brother Tang and Fourth Brother Tang followed their parents. On the other side of the new house, we are about to start building a greenhouse.

The second elder brother took his younger sister to the main room and continued to make medicine.

Yan Chenjue came back from sword practice, saw that Xinbao was still asleep, and then sat down.

The second elder brother asked: "Xinbao's body will benefit from practicing martial arts?"

"Yes," Yan Shenjue said: "She is obviously suffering from stagnant blood, and practicing martial arts will greatly improve her."

He paused and emphasized: "Her situation is brought out from the womb. It is different from ordinary people. It is not a matter of speed, but only practicing martial arts can completely change the situation. If you don't practice martial arts, you will be ten years older. It’s also very different from your peers.”

The second elder brother hummed and thought for a while, Yan Shenjue asked back: "Did Xinbao say it?"

"Well," said the second elder brother, "my father agreed, and he may ask you to ask."

Yan Shenjue nodded.

Then he said to him again: "My uncle, his surname is Yuan and his name is Xi, have you ever heard of it?"

The second elder brother raised his head in surprise: "Yuanxi? From Zaijiu Mountain?"

Yuanxi, styled Weiming, named Jiushanren... He is a very, very famous Confucian, but he is not famous because of "Confucianism". Where is he famous?

His grandfather was the emperor's teacher, his father was the emperor's teacher, himself...not the emperor's teacher, he used to be the emperor's companion, and later became the emperor's attendant after he ascended the throne. He might have become the future emperor's teacher. But he quit his job halfway.

It is said that this Yuan Weiming has a very weird temperament. He loves fine wine very much. Whenever he encounters good wine, he will go crazy and go crazy. He is completely different from usual. In the end, he wrote a letter to ask for his return. After three times, the emperor agreed and gave him a villa.

It is also said that the emperor once visited him afterwards and wrote a poem for him in a play. In the poem, there is "Zaijiu Asking Characters". Since then, he has called himself Zaijiu Shanren.

But that was more than ten years ago.

The articles and poems handed down in Yuan Weiming are all related to wine, so they have mixed reputation among literati. Those who like him say that he has a true temperament, and those who don't like him call him a wine lunatic, saying that he has ruined the family name.

But even though he didn't see him that day, others said that Mr. Yuan was gentle and kind, with a bookish look, so he didn't look like the rumored drunk lunatic? ?

Yan Chenjue said bluntly: "Uncle accepted me as a disciple, he said I was his closed disciple, but I really want him to accept you as a disciple... So, I found two jars of good wine, and quietly Ask someone to bring it, and when uncle comes, you can try it out, I don't know if it will work or not."

The second elder brother's pupils were dark as he said.

This person, no matter how good or bad his writing is, just his identity alone is a big umbrella. If he can be accepted as a disciple, many things will become very easy.

He didn't think it was a shame to take advantage of the situation, and said directly: "Then tell me more about Mr. Zaijiu?"

Yan Shenjue coughed.

After a while, he said: "I, I actually don't know how to read people, I... have nothing to say."

He is really unlucky, and all kinds of bad things accompany him from morning to night.

Therefore, the roof suddenly collapsed; the table suddenly broke; a bumblebee suddenly flew into the window; the suture was broken when I picked up the book; It keeps happening.

That's why, during the lectures, they were separated by a long distance, and they left after the lecture. If there was something he didn't understand, he would write it on paper and let the boy send it over.

Of course we live far away, and of course we don’t eat together, so if we want to say how much we know, we really don’t know much.

The second brother was speechless.

How did this kid grow up so big?

Under such circumstances, it is really not easy to grow up so big, and to be so civilized and military at such a young age, but anyone with a slightly weaker willpower should have collapsed long ago.

The second elder brother said: "Shen Jue, tell me, is there really such a unlucky person in this world?"

He took out the medicine, leaned back slightly, and stood next to him, leaning close to his ear, with a very low voice: "You are like this, and there are brothers in my family, one after another... There are really people in the world who are born with such unlucky luck." person?"

Yan Shenjue lowered his eyes: "You mean, it's not natural, but man-made?"

The second elder brother didn't answer, Yan Shenjue said: "I have thought about this question too, and I have asked people to check it, more than once, but nothing can be found. Maybe I have done all kinds of evil things in my previous life, and this life is my fault. Come to redeem yourself!"

The second elder brother disagreed: "Even if you really did all the evil things, you should have been hacked to death in the previous life, why should you pay back in this life?"

The geese were silent.

He returned to the original topic: "Not counting me, my uncle has also taken in two disciples. They all look handsome, good-natured, extremely studious and rigorous. Maybe they can be used as a reference."

The second brother nodded silently.

Good looking, he is.

Good character, diligent and rigorous, he can pretend.

He picked up the cold medicine and drank it down in one gulp, closing his eyes.

The little dumpling on the bed finally moved.

She turned over, raised her little feet, and kicked the quilt away.

The second elder brother put down the medicine bowl and just stood up when Yan Chenjue had already jumped over. The second elder brother looked at his back speechlessly... Did he use lightness kung fu just now? ?

No need! ! He doesn't grab it! !

Yan Chenjue had already bent down and covered her back with the quilt.

The dumpling thumped and kicked away, Yan Chenjue gently covered her back, then he sat down and gently pressed the corner of the quilt with his hand.

The dumpling fluttered for a long time and could not be kicked away, and both little feet were lifted up, lifted high, and kicked.

Yan Chenjue didn't know whether he should wake up Tuanzi or force her to press the quilt, so he had to ask for help from the sidelines: "Second Brother Tang."