Chapter 199： meet again

The girl in a white shirt and blue skirt, the crow crow's long hair fell to her waist, her bright eyes and red lips, like a begonia flower with morning dew, and a beautiful dream half asleep and half awake.

The teenager raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Jiang Si didn't expect this kind of change to happen, and was stunned for a while.

"Are you... a human or a demon?"

Jiang Si quickly ran off holding the skirt.

For this kind of person who will never see again in her life, she would not answer unless she was stupid.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the girl in the white shirt and green skirt disappeared into the forest.

The teenager subconsciously raised his foot to chase, and a voice came from behind: "Brother Zhen, where have you gone?"

Zhen Heng woke up like a dream, looking at the empty front in confusion.

He just had hallucinations?

The urging sound sounded again, and Zhen Heng turned around to leave. Suddenly, a gleaming object on the grass attracted his attention.

That is a Begonia hosta.

He bent down to pick up the hosta, looked at it for a moment, and carried it in his arms, before he strode back.

There are several young men in the depths of the woods, all dressed as scholars, some are admiring a cluster of orchids not far away, and some are drawing with a pen.

Seeing Zhen Heng came back, one person smiled and said, "Brother Zhen, your little explanation is long enough."

Regardless of the classmate's jokes, Zhen Heng hurriedly walked to a drawing project, laid out paper, studied ink, and lifted the pen to do it in one go.

Zhen Heng's Danqing is well-known among his classmates. When he stops writing, there will be classmates who want to come over to admire: "I'm here to appreciate the orchid painted by brother Zhen."

Zhen Heng directly reversed the picture scroll and said with a smile: "I'll paint another one. This painting is broken and it's shameful."

Hearing this, the man gave up.

Zhen Heng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put the painting away when the ink dries, and re-drew a picture of the Orchid Mountain Stream to deal with the matter.

"Brother Zhen, you are not in shape today. This orchid picture is not as smart as Brother Li's painting."

Zhen Heng smiled absent-mindedly: "I couldn't be better than Brother Li's painter."

After enjoying Lan and painting, everyone suggested to drink in the champion building. Zhen Heng went back to the back house of Shuntian Mansion on the excuse of a headache.

"Heng'er, are you back so early today?" The woman's gentle voice came.

"It was early today. Mother, my son is going back to the study first."

"Have you eaten?" Madam Zhen asked, but saw that Zhen Heng had already gone far, and she shook her head helplessly, "This kid, why is he so hot today that he has lost his soul?"

Zhen Heng hurriedly walked into the study, immediately closed the door, and took the picture scroll out of his arms.

As the picture scroll slowly unfolded, a girl in a white shirt and blue skirt appeared in front of Zhen Heng.

The girl's slightly widened eyes showed a bit of surprise, as if the little demon in the mountains was frightened by the humans who inadvertently broke in.

Zhen Heng closed her eyes, and the snow-skinned girl with black hair seemed to be right in front of her.

He took out the begonia hosta from his arms and looked at it for a long time, and his heart gradually became firm: what he saw in the forest was definitely not a dream, maybe there are really strange things in this world.

So Zhen Shicheng was surprised to find that his son hadn't gone out recently, and he kept reading with the book all day long.

Zhen Shicheng touched his beard, and said in his heart: It's still early to Qiuwei, and Zhen Heng is now beginning to hang the beam and pierce the strands.

Under curiosity, Zhen Shicheng came to Zhen Heng's study and walked around, and then saw a book of Zhiguai books full of Dangdang bookshelves.

Zhen Shicheng was furious: "Zhen Heng, what are you looking at?"

Zhen Heng sighed secretly.

On weekdays, my father does not come to his study at all. What happened today? I knew it would be nice to wrap a book cover.

Zhen Shicheng stretched out his finger and poked Zhen Heng's notebook: "Are you watching this all day?"

This stupid kid, it's okay to wrap a book cover to make him look out of sight or upset, he just looked so blatantly, and did he look at him as a father!

"My son is just wondering if there are any fairies or ghosts in this world."

"The son doesn't talk strangely," said Zhen Shicheng.

Zhen Heng lowered his eyes and listened, but his thoughts were floating, and his eyes were filled with the young girl who fell from the sky that day.

My father is standing and talking, but his back hurts. He has encountered it. How can he not be curious.

Seeing his son's unrepentant appearance, Zhen Shicheng raised his hand to reward him with a thud: "Since you are so free, let's go out with your father."

"father--"

"What?" Zhen Shicheng glanced at the script for a few moments, and the threat was full.

Zhen Heng responded honestly.

It seems that today I can't hide, nothing else, just go, and there won't be a piece of meat missing. At most, if the father makes a random order of mandarin ducks, he can kill him if he doesn't agree.

When Jiang Ancheng received Zhen Shicheng's greeting, he was quite surprised.

Bo Fu had no personal relationship with this Shuntian Fu Yin who had just returned to the capital. How could Master Zhen come to visit? There will never be another case related to Bofu?

Regardless of how surprised, Jiang Ancheng certainly wouldn't scan Zhen Shicheng's face, and soon received the high-ranking official who had visited the door twice in the flower hall of the front yard.

Zhen Shicheng's visit caused a shock to the entire Bofu.

In the Charity Hall, Mrs. Feng asked twice: "Is it sure that Master Zhen is visiting, not the second master?"

"It's the master." Ah Fu replied again.

Mrs. Feng turned the sandalwood beads on her wrist, pondered for a moment, and told Ah Fu: "Go ahead and find out the purpose of Master Zhen's visit."

Afu took the order, and Mrs. Feng slowly moved her eyes towards the front courtyard.

She has always felt that the eldest son is unbearable, is it possible that she can still have friendship with the third-rank master? No matter, let's first explore the purpose of Shuntianfu Yin's visit.

Today happened to be the official day off, and Mr. Jiang Er was also in the house. He was also at a loss when he heard this.

The position of Shuntian Fuyin is not easy to do. Zhen Shicheng's ability to be transferred back to the capital to take up this position from a foreign place is enough to prove that Jian is in the heart of the emperor.

When did the eldest brother have friendship with Zhen Shicheng?

The more Master Jiang Er thought about it, the more unhappy he raised his foot and walked to the front garden flower hall.

Zhen Shicheng and Jiang Ancheng exchanged greetings, and said with a smile: "It's true that I am here to thank Ling Ai."

Jiang Ancheng looked surprised: "What did the little girl do?"

"The case of Mr. and Mrs. Yongchang was made clear thanks to Ling Ai's help."

Speaking of Uncle Yong Chang, Jiang Ancheng became depressed and poured a few sips of tea ceremony: "She is a little girl, and she cannot be thanked by Master Zhen."

Zhen Shicheng Lang laughed: "My uncle's words are not good enough, so I'm worthy of it."

Zhen Heng dressed up as a small servant, standing quietly behind Zhen Shicheng with his head down, feeling helpless with his father's arrangements.

The father came to thank a little girl. He had to drag him and pretend to be a servant. In case of being dismantled, he would have no face to behave.

Thinking about this, Zhen Heng lowered her head.

Jiang Ancheng listened to Zhen Shicheng's admiration and admiration for her daughters, and he was already in a hurry, so he ordered the next person: "Go and invite the four girls to come."

Soon after, a soft voice came from the door: "Father is looking for me?"