In Shen Yunchu's understanding of his past and present lives, Xun Yangwei was not really a good person. He was cold-hearted and cold-natured. He never cared about people and cherished them. He was black-hearted and black-lunged and never allowed her to get her way.
But if Xun Yang was not good to her, after something happened on her wedding day, Xun Yang was the only one in the capital who was willing to save her and even found an escape route for her.
So this question is really difficult to answer.
Xun Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's hard to answer, huh?"
Shen Yunchu was not a fool. His father was not in the capital, so he could not offend his only supporter. He explained softly: "How can it be the same? My father and Ah Chu have a close relationship that is thicker than water, and my husband is good to Ah Chu, probably. I think the fish cooked by Ah Chu can barely fit into Mr.’s mouth.”
Xun Yang's eyebrows skipped a beat, and he pursed his lips. He applied the ointment on her beautiful fingertips and gently applied it in circles on her injured area. Shen Yunchu suddenly felt that the area he had rubbed burned like fire. Even his waist softened, "Sir, Ah Chu can do it by himself."
Realizing that her voice was shy and intoxicating, Shen Yunchu trembled with disgust. She had been innocent in both lives, so naturally she didn't understand the reason for this change. She wished she had been kicked by Xun Yang just now. It would be better to go down than to be so embarrassed.
Xun Yang didn't deliberately embarrass her this time. He just put away the ointment and even tied her clothes thoughtfully. Shen Yunchu always felt that something was wrong. Before he had time to think deeply, he heard his lazy voice: "Although the Sichuan brocade is good, it will be ruined when you wear it!"
Shen Yunchu glared at him fiercely and said angrily: "Sir, if you think it's dirty, you don't have to look at it. A Chu didn't force him to look at it with a knife. It's better for you not to step into the door of Shen's house later." , the province has tainted Mr.
"Fortunately, you are not the only one in the Shen Mansion. I heard that the azaleas in the Shen Mansion's garden are in bloom. Your old lady invited the old lady from Wenzhong Mansion to enjoy the sun and flowers. It's such an elegant thing, so naturally I will go. Just joining in the fun." Xun Yang deliberately looked away from her, as if he would really get dirty if he took one more look at her.
Shen Yunchu was neither yin nor yang, "That's because the Feng Shui of Shen's Mansion is good. Not only do the azaleas bloom well, but the delicate flowers in Shen's Mansion are more delicate than flowers and are the best at attracting rotten peach blossoms."
Of course, the rotten peach blossom refers to Xun Yang. He is the dream girl of a noble girl in Kyoto. He dare not admire him during the day, but he is enough to lust at night. Who makes him wear the luster of a saint from the Liang Kingdom? Which noble girl from the common people think he is right? To admire a saint is to blaspheme the saint.
"It's not necessarily true that you have good Feng Shui. At least you are considered a delicate girl from the Shen family. It's not like good Feng Shui has turned you into a delicate beauty." He slapped his forehead and said in an epiphany: "I forgot that you grew up in Yunzhou. , to look like this, it’s really no wonder that Shen’s house has good Feng Shui, so I will come to this Feng Shui treasure land to walk around more in the future.”
Shen Yunchu was so choked by him that he felt depressed. His words were obviously mocking her for spoiling the whole pot of porridge because of one mouse excrement. He said angrily: "Ah Chu looks like this. It's not sir who is causing trouble. He should come to me to complain." It’s His Royal Highness the King of Jin who is the right one!”
Xun Yang's eyes darkened slightly, and a hint of ink appeared in his clear spring-like eyes.