It's quiet here, but the scenery is nice.

Inside the courtyard, there are exquisite pavilions, quiet and beautiful pools and water corridors, as well as the large rockery and ancient stage Yu Linglong, all of which make people linger and look around.

Especially the statues built around the roof of the wall, with their claws and fangs dancing and their whiskers flying, as if they are about to fly away.

Thinking of Shen Yanjin's shabby yard back then, Xiao sighed repeatedly.

It still likes life in Qiufeng Mountain. Although there is an old witch there, it is carefree, unlike the capital, where there is intrigue everywhere.

You may be plotted against one day and die without a complete body.

The wind was blowing, and the leaves were flying. A leaf playfully fell on the little fat bird's head. The leaf was neither big nor small, but it could completely cover it.

The little fat chick started to shake its head, and then its body felt lighter, and the leaves covering it were picked up by someone.

It raised its head happily, its small black eyes filled with joy and trust.

The little mouth rubbed against the other's jade fingers holding the leaf.

Shen Yanjin had already put down the book in his hand. His indifferent gaze fell on the little fat bird on the stone table, and the cold eyes gradually became warm.

However, he quickly restrained himself.

A man walked out of the corridor. He was wearing sky blue clothes, with majestic features, thick eyebrows and big eyes.

There were also several young girls around him, with seductive makeup and generally looking too young.

The man came to the stone table and sat down in front of Shen Yanjin without any courtesy. He poured himself a cup of tea and then spoke slowly:

"San'er, have you been okay these past two days? Does your leg still hurt? If it does, I'll go find a doctor for you."

Xiao Xu jumped onto Shen Yanjin's hand and turned his back to the man. He was so ugly that it didn't want to look at him any more.

The male protagonist is as beautiful as a fairy, and he doesn't look like this man's son. No wonder the male protagonist was bullied when he was a child. It turns out that the son doesn't look like his father. It seems like he is being cuckolded in this world.

However, it is not clear whether he has been cuckolded or not.

Shen Yanjin's hand resting on the stone table moved slightly, his fingertips tapping the tabletop, his sleeves fluttering, and his voice was extremely cold: "You should be very happy that I was not beaten to death."

The man frowned, his face twisted a little as he asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Shen Yanjin: "Do I need to clarify what you mean, Shen Junjue, if you still want to stay in the court, stop bothering me."

"You." He stood up suddenly, and the girls behind him were startled. After looking at each other, they took a small step back.

Shen Yanjin turned over his hand and teased the little fat baby in his palm, no longer looking at Shen Junjue.

As if it is dirty.

"Father knows that you were punished because of Xin'er. Father has used the family law to punish Xin'er severely."

laugh.

Is that a harsh punishment? A dozen light spankings and a hundred-word house rule to copy.

Does Shen Junjue still think that Shen Yanjin is the child who was bullied by others back then?

He was wrong.

Moreover, it is extremely wrong.

Ana Shen’s expression was cold, and he taunted, “Really?”

Xiao chirped, expressing her condemnation of the shameless man.

Too biased!

They are of the same species and have different identities, but the treatment they receive is like heaven and earth.

Xiao Xu shook his body and thought to himself, "Don't be sad, male protagonist. I will always stand by you. Don't worry about these bastards. It's not worth wasting your feelings."

Shen Junjue was filled with anger, but he suppressed his anger and said, "San'er, I know you've suffered these years. When you were kicked out of the Shen Mansion, I was unable to stop you. But later, I sent you some money, so you've been able to get by these years, haven't you?"

Bah, shut up.

I'm afraid that most of the gold, silver and treasures given as gifts were the dowry from the hero's mother. Can this be called giving?

It's ridiculous.