I ate soft rice in those years

Inside the ancestral hall, a graceful old woman stood in front of the memorial tablet, "Kneel down."

"Yes, grandma." Chu Shuhua pursed his lips and dragged his lame legs, kneeling on the cushion.

The old woman standing next to him was Chu Shuhua's grandmother, she looked at Chu Shuhua and asked softly, "Do you know what's wrong?"

Chu Shuhua said in a low voice, "Yes, my granddaughter knows she was wrong."

She shouldn't have fallen out with Chu Wenlin, who is not stained at all, on her wedding night. She was too reckless and impulsive, but she didn't regret it, and she didn't want to go the wrong way again.

The old lady sighed, "Tell me about you, teach me what to say about you, now the whole capital is spreading gossip about you."

"Grandmother, granddaughter doesn't care. If you don't get married in the future, I will serve you for the rest of your life, and then I will become a nun."

Hearing what she said, the old lady quickly covered her mouth, "Don't talk nonsense, do you understand that there is a god standing three feet up."

Chu Shuhua looked up at her and nodded helplessly.

"Okay, you can think about it here first, and I will ask someone to bring you food later. With your elder brother here, you will have a good marriage again." The old lady stroked her hair , said softly.

In fact, she didn't want to punish her either. This is the granddaughter she raised under her knees since she was a child. How could she be willing to do so, but——

She recalled Chu Xiuyan's cold glance just now, and sighed deeply.

"No rules no standards."

That's what her eldest grandson said to her.

After Chu Wenlin returned to the Chu Mansion, he found that all the servants in the mansion greeted him politely when they saw him.

In fact, they are all the people with the most winks. If you want to say that you have three points of respect for young ladies and masters such as side branch concubines, then you have to have twelve points for the people around Chu Xiuyan.

Naturally, some people would itch to see such a limelight.

"An outsider is even more honorable than those of our own family." Looking at the scene, Mrs. Sun of the fourth room was so sour in her heart that she couldn't help but grabbed her son Xiuwei's ear, "Teach you and you Brother Shizi is so close, you have to refuse to listen, but now it is better, look, even a person from the countryside is better than you."

"Oh, it hurts, mother, how can this be my fault, I can't get close to Shizi's courtyard at all." Xiuwei rubbed his ears and complained, and the fifth room next to him also came to persuade, "Forget it, sister-in-law will let you go." Let’s pass Xiuwei. It depends on good luck.”

"Hey, I'm also thinking about his future. Look at Chu Shuhua, what a clever girl, she was locked up in the ancestral hall and faced the wall to think about her mistakes with this Chu Wenlin. She said it was the old lady who came forward lesson, who knows."

It's not like they don't know that the old lady loves her second son the most, and even her granddaughter loves her a lot. If it wasn't for what Chu Xiuyan said, how could she be willing to punish her.

"That kid Shuhua doesn't know what's wrong, but he insists on divorce but can't come up with any excuses, so it's justified."

The two women just chatted for a cup of tea, and the sky darkened.

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After dinner, Chu Wenlin stayed in his room to make up the scriptures and history, but how could it take a few hours to finish copying the scriptures and history? He kept writing until the sound of the clock, and he wrote three In desperation, I can only decide to stay overnight.

In order to prevent falling asleep, he also opened the window to let the cold wind blow in to refresh himself.

It's just that the small table in the bedroom is for drinking tea, and it's not very convenient to stretch your hands and feet, and you will get tired after writing for a while.

At night, the wind gradually picked up, and when Chu Wenlin was freezing to the point of being unbearable, he heard a clanging voice outside the door, "Young Master Chu, Your Majesty, please come over."

After being puzzled for a moment, Chu Wenlin walked to Qingyunzhai.

As soon as you step into the room, there is still a faint fragrance in the air, which is very pleasant, "My lord."

Chu Xiuyan was leaning on the chair beside the desk with a book when he heard a voice and looked up at him, "Why are you still awake so late?"

Chu Wenlin replied humbly: "I haven't completed the task of the teacher, so I don't dare to sleep. On the contrary, my son, staying up late is not good for the body, so we should rest earlier."

Chu Xiuyan chuckled, his eyes slowly passed over his face, and he said slowly: "You are right."

He raised his chin and looked at Zhengyue who was waiting, "The side room is too narrow to write, so I took something and wrote here."

Zheng Yue nodded, went out of Qingyunzhai, and took all of Chu Wenlin's pen and ink.

The lights here are brighter, and the writing looks less strenuous, so naturally Chu Wenlin would not refuse.

The two of them were seated at half the table. While Chu Wenlin was furiously writing, Chu Xiuyan leaned on the back of the chair, propped his chin on the back of his hand, and looked thoughtfully at Chu Wenlin, whose outline was extraordinarily soft under the dim light. .

After a while, Chu Wenlin finally couldn't help raising his head, and carefully asked, "But what's wrong?"

Chu Xiuyan was looking into his eyes, squinting slightly, "I didn't realize you still have a mole here."

The distance between the two was very close, and when Chu Xiuyan raised his hand, he touched the corner of his eye, and brushed it lightly with his fingertips, feeling a little itchy.

Chu Wenlin froze, but did not escape.

After a while, Chu Xiuyan lowered his eyes and withdrew his hand, "Go ahead."

The charcoal fire in the house was booming, and it was very warm. Chu Wenlin calmed down and copied for half an hour, then he began to feel a little sleepy.

Inadvertently tilting his head, he saw Chu Xiuyan leaning on the back of the chair with his face propped up as if he was asleep.

He looked outside, but there was no sign of Zhengyue, and he didn't know where he had gone.

Chu Wenlin had no choice but to stand up, walked to Chu Xiuyan's side and bent down to hug him, only to find that his body was surprisingly light.

He went around layers of veils, and gently placed Chu Xiuyan on the inner sleeping table.

Chu Xiuyan opened his eyes just before he left after putting it on.

Chu Wenlin was dumbfounded by him looking at him like this, and he was still on him so ambiguously, so he couldn't help explaining quickly, "My son, I saw that you have closed your eyes—"

Chu Xiuyan stared into his eyes, put his arms around his neck and slowly approached, leaned close to his neck, and said in a low voice: "You seem to have a fragrance on you."

"Shi Zixiang is right." Chu Wenlin remembered the cold fragrance that he smelled from Chu Xiuyan last time, blurted out, and quickly lowered his head when he realized something was wrong, "I made a mistake."

Chu Xiuyan raised the corner of his mouth and leaned back, "It's okay."

Chu Wenlin went back to his seat, and through the hazy veil, Chu Xiuyan saw his figure sitting in front of the desk, his eyes gradually deepened.

In the early morning of the next day, Zheng walked into Qingyunzhai with light steps, "Your Majesty, the subordinates you told me have already found out. It is the youngest son of the Ning family who splashed ink on Mr. Chu's place in the Shuchang Pavilion yesterday. Copied scriptures and history."

Chu Xiuyan was standing in front of Chu Wenlin, holding up a strand of his hair with his fingers, "I remember that the teaching in the Shuchang Hall has something to do with the Ning family."

"Yes, that teacher is Ning Zishan's uncle, and he has always protected him, and Mr. Chu has suffered a lot."

Chu Xiuyan glanced at Chu Wenlin who was on the desk, as if he was about to wake up, "Go down first."

Here Chu Wenlin stood up, his mind was still a little confused, and his face was marked red by the book.

Gradually, his mind became clearer, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Unfortunately, he seems to have not copied enough.

Just when he was having a headache, Chu Xiuyan came over and took out a piece of blank letterhead with Chu's family seal on it, picked up a brush, and wrote the word "Yan" in a smooth and elegant manner, as if to surprise a dragon.

He put this letter on the scriptures and history with a calm expression, "In this way, no one will say that you are not."

Chu Wenlin took it, and looked at it a few more times in a daze.

If he had known that there was this gold medal for avoiding death, he would not have copied it.

"Besides, if you want to use Qingyun Zhai, you can come here directly without notifying." Qingyun Zhai was originally a study, and Chu Xiuyan's dormitory was not here, because he often couldn't sleep, so he often stayed in Qingyun Zhai to rest.

At this time, Chu Wenlin became more awake, stood up, stepped back and bowed a little, "My son's kindness, Wen Lin will definitely remember it in his heart."

Chu Xiuyan looked at him with a smile, raised his hand and put a fox fur cloak on him, and fastened the lace with his fingers, "It's windy today, so you need to pay attention to the cold. I have asked someone to buy winter clothes for you, and you will be able to wear them soon." Send it here. If you don’t mind, you can wear mine today.”

Chu Wenlin couldn't help but looked up at Chu Xiuyan in front of him, and said slowly, "Thank you, my lord."