Shanhedu

Ling Xiao took Junhe and the "silly goose" in his arms to "Banzhu Bizhuang" along the Qingshiban Continent.

Standing at the gate of Bizhuang, I realized why Banzhucheng wanted to change the name of this big family.

Zhumen is four feet wide, and the outer high wall has no edge.

A plaque with black primer and gold characters hangs on the gate, with the four characters "Banzhu Renjia" under Fang Qiu's calligraphy.

The handwriting is vigorous, and the inscription is a famous artist that Ling Xiao is familiar with.

In this small town, Banzhu Bizhuang is considered wealthy enough.

Jun He obediently was held by Ling Xiao by one hand, watching him speak to the servant standing at the door.

The two servants in the same clothes pushed open the door, and other people inside led them in.

The door in the courtyard is located on a rockery, and a large piece of green bamboo is planted next to it.

A small pavilion is next to it, and behind it is an artificial pool that meanders to various places in the backyard.

The houses are neatly arranged in Bizhuang, and there are 36 white marble steps between the main hall and the vast flat ground outside.

In the end, it was the housekeeper in Bizhuang that led them to the study in the backyard. Jun He held the little crane in his arms, shaking his head from side to side.

He has never seen such a magnificent mansion. In Immortal Valley, immortals like Jinghe Immortal and Xingyuan Immortal don't care about the pillars of the temple.

Ling Xiao noticed that Jun He was walking absent-mindedly, and looked down at him. Xiao Lancao Jing's face was full of freshness, as if he had come to a new world.

A burst of powerlessness surged into his heart, Ling Xiao thought desolately.

If he took Junhe back to live in the family business of the Xinu Mountain Sect, Xiao Lancao Jing would not look down on this magnificent house.

Turning around and thinking about it, if those things hadn't been subverted, why would he have to run around every day with a baby who had never suffered?

Ling Xiao silently let go of Jun He's hand, raised his arms around his waist, and whispered to remind the little orchid grass spirit in his arms to watch the way.

The old housekeeper opened the study door for them, and the half-life young man with one hand behind his back stood in front of the door to welcome them.

Jun He blinked his eyes and looked at the man. The man's eyes were dark and sunken, and his mouth was also black. The servant in red clothes was holding a bird cage in his hand. There was no bird in the cage but a black cat.

The cat was dark all over, and a pair of dark green eyes were erected to stare at Jun He who happened to be looking at him.

Both the cat and its owner frightened Jun He, and jumped up and down to get behind Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao exchanged glances with the man who was half a head shorter than him. The Patriarch of the Zhubi Village in front of him was pale but bloodless, and there was a calm smile on the corner of his mouth, but his throat tightened.

When Jun He hid behind him, he was about to say hello first, but Ban Sheng saw that Jun He was frightened and immediately made a sound.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." He squatted on the ground with the birdcage in his hands, and his red gown was piled up in a ball.

The same bloodless fingers opened the door of the cage and released the black cat inside.

The cat glanced at him, raised its four paws and ran out of the study with its long tail up. Ling Xiao held Jun He's wrist with one hand, and covered his eyebrows with the other.

Ban Shengping stood up slowly, not afraid of the dusty hem of his clothes.

Raising the red sleeves, invite them to sit inside.

Jun He curled his delicate eyebrows and peeked at Ban Sheng, who made him feel timid, and quickly moved away when he met his cold smile.

Ling Xiao looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging in a study room, and then let go of his concern for half of his life. Between the horizontal and vertical strokes, and under the strokes, everything reveals the tranquility of the person.

The patriarch, the half-life son, seems to be very handy in doing it, and besides that bloodless face, it should be a natural physique.

Jun He held Xiao He in his arms and listened to his brother Ling Xiao's somewhat scary half-life son talking to each other, but he couldn't understand too much. After a while, he stood up from the chair impatiently.

Seeing Jun He like this, Ban Sheng who was sitting quietly put his fists to his mouth and laughed twice.

"It seems that Brother Ling's young master is exhausted. In his life, he asked the butler to ask the two of you to rest in the arranged wing."

After finishing speaking, he took another look at Junhe who was holding onto the corner of Ling Xiao's clothes, and then turned his gaze to Ling Xiao's face.

"It's all because of poor hospitality in my life, please don't mind Brother Ling."

Ling Xiao smiled politely at him, "It's us who bothered you so much, I hope you will forgive me."

The two walked to the door of the study room politely, and the old housekeeper wanted to take them to the side room, and Ban Sheng, who turned back to the inner room and walked back, called Ling Xiao to stop.

A set of the Four Treasures of the Study was asked Ling Xiao to take back to their room. Half his life said that this is the way of hospitality of Bizhuang, and it can be regarded as a meeting gift from him personally to the two of them.

After eating the food delivered by the servants of the pen shop in the wing room at night, Ling Xiao began to study the pen and ink on the desk.

One Taishan bluestone inkstone was polished smooth, Langhao Xiaokai used purple bamboo as the pen holder, and the hair color and texture of the tail were uniform. Ling Xiao opened the pen with warm water and rubbed it in the palm of his hand. The water stains were quickly sucked back to the pen tip.

Shuxuan was pressed flat on the table by a pair of brass paperweights, and Ling Xiao hooked his hands towards Junhe who was sitting on the edge of the bed feeding the little crane pumpkins, and beckoned him over like a puppy.

Jun He hugged Xiaohe and sat on him with a pumpkin, with a melancholy expression on his face.

"Brother, why doesn't Xiaohe eat?"

Among the dishes delivered at night was a dish of baked pumpkin in sugar water. Ling Xiao only tasted it, because it was too sweet, so he didn't move his chopsticks towards the golden dish.

On the contrary, Jun He was very happy to eat, he should like sweets in the first place.

A plate of soft, glutinous and sweet pumpkin was worth a small piece, which Jun He swallowed and left for the little crane with a wounded leg to eat.

The tip of Xiaohe's long mouth was stained with a little yellow flesh, and it goes without saying that Jun He persuaded it to open its mouth to eat.

Ling Xiao hugged Xiaohe from his arms, and walked into the field of flowers at the back of the wing room, Jun He followed behind him curiously.

They watched the little crane open its pointed mouth and scurry around in the flowers, but after a while, the little crane held a small insect in its mouth and showed them.

"Well, it turns out that it doesn't like sweet pumpkins." Jun He murmured to himself while holding Ling Xiao's arm.

Just as Ling Xiao lowered his head and laughed at him, he caught a glimpse of a black shadow flying aside from the corner of his eyes.

The reaction was particularly quick, and he pulled Jun He to hide behind him, looking around vigilantly.