Shen Yuan stood quietly aside, and she did not expect that Lu Zhiyun would bump into her and Lu Chen.
In fact, when Lu Zhiyun and Lu Chen, the uncle and nephew, stood together, if you only looked at their faces, you couldn't tell any age difference.
Lu Zhiyun was not much older than Lu Chen, but his temperament was so deep and serious that others would even feel that he was more than twice as old as Lu Chen.
Qianmen Street is not too noisy at this time of year.
Seeing Lu Chen standing there in bewilderment, Lu Zhiyun asked in a cold voice, "Didn't you break off the engagement with the eldest daughter of the Shen family? Why are you still pestering her?"
Lu Chen's lips moved, he didn't know how to answer Lu Zhiyun, he could only wait for his fifth uncle to scold him.
"say."
Lu Zhiyun's voice deepened a little, and he ordered Lu Chen again, showing no mercy to this nephew who had inherited the title and set up his own house.
Lu Chen could only helplessly reply: "Fifth Uncle, I know I was wrong."
The most embarrassing thing is to be ruthlessly scolded by an elder in front of the person you like.
Lu Chen lowered his eyebrows slightly and quietly glanced at Shen Yuan's face with his peripheral vision.
He felt that his fifth uncle's aura was fierce. After Shen Yuan saw him, he would probably be frightened by him, and there might be some panic on his face.
But instead of showing even a trace of fear on Shen Yuan's porcelain-white face, there seemed to be a faint smile beside her soft lips.
It was as if I was laughing at his joke.
——
After being scolded by Lu Zhiyun for a few more words, Lu Chen prepared to return home with a slightly gloomy look on his face.
Walking on the street, he gradually came to his senses.
If he wanted to marry Shen Yuan again, the first hurdle he had to pass was not Shen Yuan, but his fifth uncle Lu Zhiyun.
But once Lu Zhiyun had said it, there was no reason to take it back.
Thinking of this, Lu Chen frowned slightly.
He was thinking hard about how to solve this problem when he heard a familiar female voice coming from behind him.
"Chen Lang."
Lu Chen followed the sound and saw that the woman walking towards him was indeed Shen Yu with a worried look on her face.
Shen Yu gradually approached Lu Chen and asked softly: "Mr. Chen, I have been to the uncle's house several times, but your mother just won't let me come in to see you... Is your head injury getting better? I am also in the Hou's house. I've always been worried about you."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Lu Chen's eyes looking at her, which were so complicated that she couldn't understand.
"Chen Lang...what's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Lu Chen had been frowning just now. After seeing the familiar magnolia hairpin on Shen Yu's bun, his expression became even more ugly.
Shen Yu was wearing a pale-colored thin gown today. In addition to the magnolia hairpin made of Hetian jade, there were some gold-embedded hairpins and emerald Ruyi hairpins on her black hair.
There was a delicate look in her eyes and brows that was unique to a girl from an aristocratic family.
Dressed like this, the whole person looks very bright.
However, this magnolia hairpin lying among these hairpins and rings seems out of place.
But now that Lu Chen could see Shen Yu like this again, he couldn't help but feel a touch of disgust in his heart.
Shen Yu understood Lu Chen's thoughts through his gaze.
She immediately reached out to touch the magnolia hairpin in her hair and asked in confusion, "Why are you looking at it? Wasn't this hairpin... something you sent someone to give to me?"
Lu Chen glanced at her calmly and did not reply.
Shen Yu suddenly came back to his senses.
When she opened the box a few days ago, she was still happy in her heart, because she always felt that Lu Chen's attitude towards her had changed since she returned home.
After he recovered from his injuries, he sent someone to deliver the hairpin to her, simply to show his goodwill to her.
But when Shen Yu saw that the hairpin was actually a magnolia white jade hairpin, she felt that something was fishy.
This magnolia hairpin doesn't match her temperament.
On the contrary, it matches Shen Yuan better.
Now that I saw Lu Chen's expression, it seemed that this magnolia hairpin was really what he wanted to give to Shen Yuan!
Shen Yu's eyes gradually turned red, and her soft voice was tainted with a hint of resentment. Seeing Lu Chen's cold expression, she asked forcefully: "Do you think Shen Yuan is the legitimate child, so you have other thoughts? But you Don't forget, you have broken off the engagement!"
Lu Chen's eyes were still cold, and he only replied: "I have something else to do, so I'll go back home first."
As soon as he turned around, he heard a "click".
The elegant magnolia hairpin fell to the ground. When Lu Chen turned around and looked at Shen Yu again, he saw that she had tears streaming down her face. She picked up the hairpin on the ground and was about to scratch it on her neck.
Shen Yu choked and threatened: "Lu Chen, if you don't explain your words to me clearly today, I will cut my neck immediately and die in front of you!"
When the common people passing by saw this scene of a man being angry with a woman and a woman being resentful of each other, they couldn't help but want to watch the fun.
Lu Chen saw that many people had gathered around him.
So he had no choice but to walk towards Shen Yu, lower his voice and asked in a deep voice: "Are you going to do this?"
Shen Yu shed a few more tears and replied with a sob: "Are you finally willing to listen to me now?"
Lu Chenning looked at Shen Yu's eyebrows.
The more he looked, the more he felt that many parts of Shen Yu's face were indeed similar to Shen Yuan.
When she cries, she looks more like her.
But Shen Yu started crying with resentment and anger.
When Shen Yuan cries, he will restrain his emotions, become sad and reserved.
Lu Chen still felt sympathy for Shen Yu.
Therefore, he still slowed down his tone and said to Shen Yu calmly: "Calm down first, let's not argue in the street... In this way, you and I can find a secluded place and have a good talk."
——
Since today is Lu Zhiyun's birthday, Liao Ge'er painted a picture of evergreen pine and cypress for his fifth uncle. Because Lu Zhiyun's residence in the Duke's Mansion was called Qisong Pavilion.
In the courtyard behind Qisong Pavilion, there are also several lush and flourishing towering ancient pines.
Even though Shen Yuan taught Liao Ge'er painting skills carefully, Liao Ge'er was only a five-year-old child after all, and his brushwork was still immature.
After he pitifully showed Shen Yuan the painting of pine and cypress that he had drawn, he felt that it would be a bit embarrassing to give this painting to his fifth uncle.
After Shen Yuan gently touched Liao Ge'er's little head, he picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and made a few changes directly on the drawing.
The beauty's hands were as white and delicate as porcelain. She looked focused and her painting skills were extremely skillful and experienced.
Jiang Feng was stunned when he saw this scene.
The eldest daughter of the Shen family is indeed different from ordinary ladies. Not only is she good at housekeeping and accounting, she is also proficient in playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
After a short while, Liao Ge'er's painting of evergreen pine and cypress changed drastically.
Jiang Feng glanced at the painting and thought that it could be sold on Qianmen Street.
He had once inquired for Lu Zhiyun and learned that when the girls of the Shen family were short of money, they would often draw some patterns and sell them to the clothing shop.
This exquisite craftsmanship is unmatched by ordinary painters.
After Liao Ge'er finished looking at the painting, his chubby little face finally broke into a smile. Then he took the new painting of evergreen pine and cypress, clattered to the armchair, and said softly to Lu Zhiyun, "Fifth Uncle, this is my birthday gift for you~"
After Lu Zhiyun took the painting from the child, he narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the picture that Liao Ge'er and Shen Yuan had drawn together.
"It's a pretty good painting."
Lu Zhiyun seldom praises others, and since Liao Ge'er was raised by him, he has never heard any words of praise from his fifth uncle.
After hearing this bland compliment today, Brother Liao lowered his eyes in embarrassment and even touched the back of his head shyly.
This lovely look made Lu Zhiyun's usually cold eyes seem to have a hint of warmth.
Jiang Feng, who was standing by, rarely saw Lu Zhiyun like this, but he felt that Miss Shen still had more face.
Their master's words were obviously praising his nephew.
In fact, he was admiring the beautiful lady who had modified the painting for Liao Ge'er.
——
After delivering the painting of evergreen pines and cypresses, Shen Yuan taught Liao Ge'er his homework for a while.
Jiang Feng followed the old rules today and found some excuses to carry Liao Ge'er out of the study in the restaurant. He also sent Bi Wu away, leaving Shen Yuan and Lu Zhiyun alone in a room.
Whenever Shen Yuan was alone in a room with Lu Zhiyun like this, he would feel nervous for no reason.
She seemed to be calmly putting away the papers and pens on the desk, but she felt that the man's eyes were on her without any hesitation.
Shen Yuan also prepared a birthday gift for Lu Zhiyun today.
If Jiang Feng was present, she really wouldn't have the nerve to give the gift.
So after Shen Yuan held his uneven breath, he looked at Lu Zhiyun timidly and said softly: "Sir... Actually, I also have a gift that I want to give to you today."
"What gift?"
Lu Zhiyun's slender hands with distinct finger bones were casually placed on the armrest. He just sat there silently, revealing the profound temperament unique to a mature man.
Shen Yuan did not reply to Lu Zhiyun immediately, but walked towards him slowly.
Lu Zhiyun was wearing a dark blue Xuanduan Yanfu today, and his eyebrows and eyes were deep and reserved under the Zhongjing crown.
Although the style of this banquet dress is low-key, it is not a ceremonial dress that ordinary people can wear. Instead, it is a daily dress specially designed by the late emperor for important officials, with the meaning of "even if you are at home, you should distinguish your dignity."
The closer Shen Yuan got to the man, the more he could vaguely see the low-key cloud pattern on his Yan clothing.
This was originally a casual outfit that looked simple and leisurely, but Lu Zhiyun wore it in a dignified and solemn way.
When he was only one step away from Lu Zhiyun's armchair, Shen Yuan finally stopped.
Although Shen Yuan kept it a secret, Lu Zhiyun was very patient. He asked again, "What is the gift?"
The man had strong brow bones, and his deep eyes seemed a little stern when he looked at people.
When Shen Yuan looked at him up close, he couldn't help but recall nine years ago, when he was the Imperial Censor of Salt in Yangzhou, many young ladies had fallen in love with him.
Although she had met Lu Zhiyun several times at that time, she had never looked at his appearance carefully.
Now that I saw him up close, I felt that it was not unreasonable for those young ladies from Yangzhou to like him.
This cold and abstinent temperament, coupled with his handsome face and upright identity as an imperial censor, is what young girls of that age would like most.
Shen Yuan endured the sudden acceleration of his heartbeat, lowered his eyes and replied: "Sir... please raise your left hand first."
Lu Zhiyun raised his eyebrows slightly but said nothing.
He actually did as Shen Yuan said.
Shen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that his attitude was not very repulsive. Then she pulled out a soft handkerchief from her sleeve and, under the man's deep gaze, she covered his hand with it.
Shen Yuan's hands were fair and slender, so soft and fragile that they would be torn by the edge of clothes.
In sharp contrast to this is Lu Zhiyun's hand.
His hands are also very beautiful, with distinct and slender finger bones, which fully demonstrate the man's strength.
Shen Yuan didn't see it while she was concentrating on putting the jet-black jade ring on Lu Zhiyun's thumb.
The man's cold Adam's apple actually moved slightly.
Lu Zhiyun quickly lowered his eyes slightly, and after Shen Yuan pulled the soft handkerchief out from the gap between the ring and his thumb, he simply said in a calm voice: "The size is just right."
When Shen Yuan heard Lu Zhiyun say this, he felt that he was quite satisfied with this gift.
In fact, she had always felt that with his status and hands, he would look good in a ring and would show his noble temperament.
So after Shen Yuan stood up again, he replied in a very soft voice: "I always remember the size of your thumb."
As soon as the words fell.
Shen Yuan suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the aura emanating from Lu Zhiyun.
She suddenly realized that she had been thinking without thinking just now.
In fact, Shen Yuan's original intention was to convey that she was very concerned about Lu Zhiyun.
But when it came out of this soft voice, its taste immediately changed.
These words were full of bold hints of deliberate seduction.
Shen Yuan was a little flustered. When she was thinking about how to explain to Lu Zhiyun, she felt that the man's eyes looking at her gradually became tainted with dangerous aggression.
She only felt that her heart was burned by that gaze.
This gave Shen Yuan a terrifying feeling, as if he had entered the territory of a fierce and sharp falcon, and all the pores on his body seemed to be about to open.
When Shen Yuan was thinking about leaving Lu Zhiyun, he found his wrist suddenly grabbed by the man.
The palm of Lu Zhiyun's hand felt slightly rough, and the temperature was a little hotter than before. He lowered his eyelashes slightly, and his expression was a little gloomy.
"grown ups..."
The difference in strength between Shen Yuan and Lu Zhiyun was already huge, and he was unable to react in time, so he ended up falling to his knees...