MTL - Slag Shou Cultivating Manual-Chapter 12 awkward

After Zhen Huanren came, Zhen Huanyang did not speak from beginning to end, even when Heron gave him the book, he was indifferent and ignored.

Obviously this is nothing to do with Helang, but he doesn't know why, he just feels uncomfortable, as if he was pinched by a small stone, so he also takes him cold with him.

Heron ignored him, and withdrew the book.

Since His Royal Highness loves temper, let him. He would indulge him, but it was not unreasonable.

He is his husband, but not a servant.

Turning around and keeping his eyes on the new student, he patted Zhen Huanren's slim body and took him to the desk.

Spreading out a piece of delicate rice paper, Heron asked him if he could write, and at the same time polished his ink.

When he learned that he could write, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, and he encouraged him to write and see.

Zhen Yanren did not show her typeface to outsiders, so she was a little shy and her movements were stagnant.

He was studying late, and only in recent years has a gentleman taught him to write. Thinking of his unattractive characters has made him humble.

Even so, in the eyes of the gentleman, he still had the courage to hold the writing brush with his slender palm, and wrote his name carefully on the paved paper.

Although correct, it reveals a childish atmosphere, and the strokes are slightly futile.

Curiously stretched his neck and glanced at his words calmly, Zhen Yunyang laughed.

Alas, I thought it was so powerful. It turned out to be less than half of him.

Laughed at by his emperor's brother, Zhen Huanren slightly warmed his face, and embarrassedly put away the paper, thinking in dismay that this was originally a good opportunity to show himself, but he had no ability to compare with the emperor at all.

It was originally thought that Mr. would also show contempt and disappointment at him.

Unexpectedly, he looked as usual, gently touched his head, and glanced at the emperor brother helplessly to signal his convergence.

Then, the gentleman shook his hand holding a brush. Chunchun's warm and mellow voice sounded clearly in his ear, and the fine breath from his nose was so gentle that he could not itch his cheeks and apex.

"Write like this ... the words will be more angular."

Herenton paused, and turned down, and a beautiful pen wrote.

Until he let go of his hand and let Zhen Yanren try it for himself, the enthusiasm on his face continued, but even worse.

Full of confidence, he did not dare to look at Heron, held his brush tightly, remembering what he felt just now, and wrote a checkmark exactly as he did.

Zhen Yunyang is usually the most active one, but at this time, he rarely says a word, sitting in a chair next to him and watching the two interact quietly.

Do they seem to get along well? Zhen Yunyang snorted when she saw the kind smile on Heron's face.

What he hates most about Mr. is that he laughs at everyone, hypocritical.

But he liked the way he smiled and frowned. It wasn't brilliant, it was gentle enough to make people want to approach.

Zhen Yunyang thought that he might like that he just looked at himself and laughed.

The tea on the tea table was so cool, Zhen Zhenyang took a cup and poured it into his belly, relying on it to suppress the anger in his heart a little.

Since the two were studying, he would not fall. He just held the scroll in his hand, but he couldn't read a single word. He even wanted to tear up the **** book full of dense words.

Herron's task was to assist Zhen Xunyang to take the throne, and naturally he would not grant any emperor's way to Zhen Xunren.

When choosing a book, he just picked up a book that taught him how to cultivate himself.

He didn't count as a pass, but teaching an unfamiliar prince was not as careful as Zhen Yunyang.

Although Zhen Huanren didn't have fame and fortune in his eyes, he didn't seem to want to sit in that position, but his eyes were still unwilling, and he wanted to compete for something. It reflected that his heart was far from what he showed on the surface. calm.

Was he jealous of His Royal Highness being favored but he was indeed an unloved prince?

Heron shook his head sadly, hoping that he would become a true gentleman in the future and not be polluted by ugly and dirty desires.

However, Zhen Yunyang obviously could not understand Heron's intention. When he saw that Zhen Yanren only needed to read a book, he only thought that his husband preferred the twelve emperors, and he could not bear to read the book tiredly.

At the moment, Zhen Xunyang immediately raised his lips, and his mouth was full of sarcasm. "When the Tai Fu first met, but let me finish reading the four books and five classics, how to get to him, just use one?"

Heron froze slightly, four books and five classics ... is that what the original body asked for? He didn't remember him letting him read these books.

But at this time, the body's actions were fully accepted by him.

"Your emperor's body is weak, you can read a book properly. Whatever you like, you need some holy books."

With a slight blame, Heron bent his fingers and knocked his head lightly. He didn't quite understand why Zhen Yangyang was so angry today.

Obviously he has been so favored, and he is fair to a child who lost his mother. He was distressed when he heard about this child. His Highness as his emperor was half sympathetic.

Zhen Haoyang was only knocked on Her Mind's forehead gently by heart, but the bottom of her heart was filled with grievances. If it is usually the case, he is still in front of the emperor.

Covering her head, Zhen Xunyang seemed to have been tortured without knowing how much, she didn't speak, just stared straight at the two, trying to stare them out of a hole.

On the one hand, Zhen Yanren was grateful to Herron for his love for him, and on the other hand, because of the words of Brother Huang, he felt uncomfortable.

Although he was treated unequally many times by his brothers, he was not without self-esteem. When he heard what Zhen Yunyang said, he was also knocked back by his husband.

"Mr. Cheng is pitiful, the students are of modest qualifications, and their brains are dull. They are not as clever and wise as Brother Nine Emperor, so they should study hard."

Heron retracted Zhen Liyang's hand and retracted into his sleeve. Worried, really hurt him? Nothing looks wrong.

Resisting the urge to knead for him, Heron nodded to Zhen Huanren, "the minister is very pleased to the twelve princes."

Zhen Yanren quickly shook his head. "He Taifu Mo must call the student the prince, and Taifu is now the student's husband. Just call me by name."

Remembering Zhen Xunyang was still taught by himself before he would admit that he was his husband. Compared with him, Zhen Xunren was really well behaved.

Heron bent his corner of his mouth and called him "Rener."

"Ah……"

This appellation Zhen Zhenyang listened, only chuckled, secretly defamated, how long before this, called Rener.

The gentleman called the emperor so enthusiastically, and now he still calls his Highness.

Zhen Liyang's teeth are itchy, and he deliberately prevents the two from getting along with each other. He constantly calls for a teamaid to deliver snacks, and then yells that he is hungry.

Naturally, no one would dare to obey his order, so the maidservant flowed in according to his needs, and the room could not be quiet for a long time.

Heron was troubled by the headache, Zhen Zhenren also pinched the pages and said nothing.

He knew that he had begged the emperor's disgust, so he accepted it when he saw it, and left first. Of course, tomorrow will come.

Seeing that the annoying child was gone, Zhen Xunyang was comfortable all over, but he still didn't look well to Heron. Who told him to leave him alone?

Heron turned a blind eye to his expression. When he was hungry, he calmly instructed his niece to come and clothe.

"..." Zhen Xunyang sat down vigorously and looked at Heron's expression suspiciously. Sir, did he really notice that he was angry? Why is this still expression!

Fortunately, Heron clipped him with the chopsticks he liked to eat, which only made him feel a little flattered and ate awkwardly, but his eyes flickered and he asked questions curiously.

"Sir--you, have you had any other students before? Except the kid just now."

Heron blinked, her eyes lowered, and she fell into memories. The awake melon rabbit walked into his arms and stayed peacefully while he wasn't paying attention.

There must be no students when it comes to students. However, his current mode and relationship with Zhen Yunyang reminded him of He Zheng's childhood.

When He Zheng was young, He was also so aggressive and naughty. He often used that tone to gently talk to him and teach him to be a man.

However, He Zheng did not seem to hear it.

After he grew up, his increasingly ambitious ambition gradually devoured his innocence, innocence, and the goodness of their youth.

So ... in the end, they ended up like this. There were rolling waves in Heron's eyes.

Although his emotions were taken, he had no concern for He Zheng. But too many memories came flooding at this time, and too many complex emotions combined with emotions, which still prevented him from staying calm.

Feeling the fluctuation of the host's state of mind, the melon rabbit keenly opened Shui Lingling's big eyes and stretched out a small paw in front of Heron's heart, and immediately made Heron calm again.

The host's first world still couldn't control his emotions very well, and the energy of the melon rabbit was impaired, and he curled up into a ball.

However, it believes that in the future world, the host will be more disciplined, truly unswerving, and dedicated to the goal.

Zhen Yunyang waited for Heran's answer anxiously, pulling his sleeve dissatisfied.

The gentleman's vision is so far away and so peaceful, but under the pretentious calmness, he can feel his deep nostalgia, especially the last glance at him, who is he thinking about?

Who is sir recalling through him?

This question resounded in his brain, occupying his brain, causing his heart to rise with a sense of irritability, and his calm heart was disturbed.

He didn't know why he quietly developed such a sense of destruction, which made him realize that he was ugly.

He wanted to punish this person, cry him in an unbearable way, so that this person's eyes could only look at himself truly, only his name could be read in his mouth, and all his mind was hanging on him.

However, these many ideas can only be suppressed by him compulsively, just like his one-man show.

Looking at Herron's still calm face, Zhen Xieyang gritted his teeth, why did this person make him confused and tortured, but he was still so clear and indifferent?

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