Red Mansion Aesthetics Debris Flow

"Obviously because he is basically synonymous with evil, charm and madness in your mind." Although Lin Zhanyang was very eloquent and serious when speaking, the sense of disobedience in Yu Junci's heart still clamored and could not be suppressed.

He quickly realized what was wrong: "What is a pronoun?"

Lin Zhanyang choked up.

Yes, according to the timeline, the astronomical calendar at this time obviously has not yet introduced a solid lexical syntax.With Yu Junci's curious eyes, he could only forcefully explain the term as if nothing had happened:

"Pronouns...are words that can replace official names, don't you know?"

Yu Junci's face was stunned, and he said sincerely: "So that's the case, then it must be because I am ignorant of my knowledge, and I have never heard of such a saying."

"Eh..." In fact, he did just say it casually, and you are so serious about teaching him how to answer.

"Zhan Yang's mouth is always full of witty words, teaching people infinite surprises. Whenever I see you, I can't help but jump for joy."

"Am I a pistachio?"

"Pistachio... what is that?"

"..."

It's over, Lin Zhanyang couldn't help becoming anxious, so this is another term that exceeds the outline of the timeline?

At this time, Zhinao "intimately" popped up a reminder, Lin Zhanyang was silent for a moment, and read the above text word by word: "Pistachio, that is, pistachio, is a dried fruit similar to ginkgo, also called nameless fruit , because the shape is cracked and seamed, it looks like it is smiling, so the people there are also called pistachios.”

"It turned out to be this happiness, so it's true to say that, I couldn't help being happy when I saw Zhan Yang, and there seemed to be endless joy. It is indeed my happy fruit." Yu Junci said with a smile .

"...Restraint, if you say that, I will take it seriously."

"Ha, why not take it seriously? Everything I said is true, and there is absolutely no falsehood." Seeing Lin Zhanyang's subtle expression, Yu Junci hesitated, "Well, could it be that I said it too bluntly?" , is it abrupt to you?"

abrupt...

Lin Zhanyang is a little subtle.Don't bully him because he doesn't read much. Either these two words have a specific context, or they have an extended meaning... Does it seem wrong to put it here?

He remained silent, which caused Yu Junci to be really nervous: "If that's the case, I'm sorry. I haven't communicated with anyone for a long time, and I couldn't restrain myself for a while, and I said so much before I knew it. I was so scared it's your turn?"

"of course not."

At most, it was a bit of a surprise: the character of the high-cold nobleman who was promised was actually good-tempered and warm-hearted.

Yu Junci caught Lin Zhanyang's helpless expression in his eyes, and lowered his eyebrows.

He grew up in a deep palace since he was a child, even if he has no intention of plotting and calculating, there is nothing comparable to Lin Zhanyang's linear brain circuit that has been "poisoned" by the interstellar civilization for nearly 30 years.

Even an awkward chat can dig out contradictions.

Ayue pistachio, he has an impression of this thing. It was introduced from the Western Regions in the Tang Dynasty, and has been cultivated in the two Xinjiang since then. Every year, the amount of tribute to the palace is only a little less.

May I ask, how did Zhan Yang, a young man who grew up eating a lot of food in Meihuawu and who was supposed to be a dog and hated his family, come into contact with him?

In connection with what he said "I can't answer some questions", it's not that I don't want to, but that I can't.Yu Junci already had a bottom line in his mind, and it would only increase his embarrassment if he pursued it forcefully, so he simply changed the topic of this embarrassing conversation with a few words, and began to worry about the troubles brought about by his current status as a "loyal and obedient prince".

Lin Zhanyang breathed a sigh of relief, put aside his own lawsuit, and turned to be happy, no, seriously study with him.

……

It's the day when the forest is like a sea to rest, and it's still morning exercise.

After it was over, Lin Zhanyang bathed and cleaned himself up, and had breakfast with Yu Junci in his small yard refreshed.

Because "Situ Lang" expressed that he didn't want to mobilize people, and insisted that he just live in Lin Zhanyang's courtyard. In order to take care of "the distinguished guests are not convenient to show up", Jia Min specially arranged for reliable servants that night, and temporarily prepared them in Lin Zhanyang's small courtyard. kitchenette.Not only did it save Lin Zhanyang's stomach, but it also saved him the custom of eating at the same table with his family.

The nanny who was in charge of the small kitchen was brought by Jia Min from Jia’s house to take care of the meals. I heard that she came out of the palace. According to Jia Min’s original words, “The nanny knows the meals in the capital city well. You can't wait for the prince."

I don't know if the prince treats Lin Zhanyang poorly, but after eating the bland and low-quality food of the Lin family for a while, this time he followed him, which refreshed his enthusiasm for the dishes of this world!

That's when the butler came out.

"Brother, are you looking for me?" Followed the housekeeper to the door of Lin Ruhai's study, Lin Zhanyang knocked on the door, and after getting the answer, he pushed the door in, and saw Lin Ruhai in normal clothes stroking... the sideburns that were specially combed by his ear, slightly He turned his head sideways to exchange something with another scribe in the room.

"Yang'er is here. Come and meet Tantai quickly. This is Zhan Qiu, my brother's good friend of the same year. He is talented, educated and well-educated, and has a literary talent. It is rare to pass by Yangzhou this time, and I am willing to come and see me, an old man full of copper stink. silverfish."

Seeing Lin Zhanyang coming, Lin Ruhai immediately smiled, his footsteps showed a bit of youthful excitement, and he pointed at the scribe.

Lin Zhanyang was astonished. Although Lin Ruhai's actions were elegant, they were not in accordance with etiquette... The words were too intimate, right?

Before he could salute according to his words, and the other party was not in an easy temper, he put the teacup on the small table at hand, and swept Lin Ruhai lightly:

"I haven't seen you for many years. Not only is Tan Hualang still handsome, but he doesn't care about hurting others, and he doesn't lose his temper. It happened so many years ago, but he still remembers it now. No wonder the Holy One treats you favorably, so he left Beijing. I will give you the title of Yushi..."

"Where there is, it's too much."

Lin Ruhai smiled.

"In case you bicker with people everywhere and cry when you get beaten."

"..."

Intellectual Brain: Smiling on the face, MMP in the heart.jpg

Lin Zhanyang: Shut up, you don't need to provide emoticons at this time.

Out of curiosity, Lin Zhanyang couldn't help taking a serious look at this scribe wearing a Confucian crown and a green shirt.

One word popped out of my mind after a glance: Guangfeng Jiyue.

Uh... Although what he said just now is enough to smash the false effect created by these four words to pieces.

He looked a little old, and his mature face was full of the warmth of time. When he looked closely, he found that his skin was extremely white, almost transparent, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time.The texture is delicate and shiny, as if it has been carefully maintained by people for many years. It clearly has the vicissitudes of eyes of the same generation as Lin Ruhai, but the skin is as good as a [-]-year-old girl.

It's kind of weird to describe it that way.

Before Lin Zhanyang figured out this weirdness, the mutual diss between Lin Ruhai and Zhan Qiu came to an end under the tacit understanding.

Lin Ruhai looked annoyed: "You child, didn't you tell you to salute quickly? Why, you have been staring at him stupidly, staring at an old goblin fascinated?"

The corners of Zhan Qiu's lips are naturally slightly hooked, and the color of his lips is extremely dark, reflecting his snow-white face more and more prominent.At this time, the eyelashes that were so long curled up against the sky trembled, and he said with a smile: "Ru Hai is joking, I am naturally inferior to you, a man in his 40s, with red lips and white teeth after shaving, and peach blossoms on his face, his skin is as smooth as if peeled off. white egg in the shell."

"Zhan Yang met Mr. Zhan!"

Seeing that the two "old men" exuding a subtle aura were about to diss each other in minutes, Lin Zhanyang's scalp went numb, and his great intuition came into play again at this moment, urging him to intervene quickly.

The two elegant Confucian scholars who were interrupted from the cross talk obviously still glanced at him with unfulfilled interest.

Lin Zhanyang: "..."

I always feel as if I have been involved in some strange Shura field.

The author has something to say: I brushed the xzq annual drama on Weibo so much that I didn’t want to update it, and finally delayed until 10 o’clock to start writing (cover my face)

Going home on the weekend, routine "I don't know if I can update it" and "I don't know if I can update it on time", just check the bookshelf at about seven o'clock to see if there is any reminder