Han Zeyu took off his flamboyant mask and the gorgeous priest robe.
Clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. Now he is just an ordinary young man with a handsome appearance and stunning appearance.
He ran back to the inn and took out the spare font from the basement.
Luo Ying was waiting at the door, looking around. He seemed to have just seen Brother Han coming back.
After waiting for a while, Luo Ying saw someone coming out carrying a wooden box and immediately went to greet him happily.
"Brother Han, you're back again? How long can you stay this time?"
What do you mean he's back again? Does the brat even know how to talk? And is he coming back so often?
"I came back to get something and will be leaving soon."
Luo Ying sighed, "What a pity! I can't have a long chat with Brother Han all night long."
Han Zeyu warned seriously: "Don't love me, it's fruitless. Just find a good man and marry him!"
After making his narcissistic declaration, Han Zeyu left without looking back.
That's right, a scumbag like him is so cold-blooded and ruthless.
Zhao Xun was puzzled. Brother Han’s remarks were still outrageous. The two young men were in love with each other. Do you want to listen to what you said?
Han Zhanan rushed forward without looking back, and this time no one could stop him from leaving.
No one and nothing can stop her from going home to see her husband.
It’s a pity that flags cannot be placed randomly, because at the next intersection, Han Zeyu’s attention was caught by someone.
Whether to go or stay, his fiery gossipy heart was about to make a move.
There was a crisp sound of "Snap".
As the saying goes, the first time is new, the second time is familiar. It's just a slap in the face in daily life, and he is used to it.
So which god-man can stop the prodigal son from returning home?
The answer is Ning Yuanzhao, the "patient" who was cured by the miracle doctor.
Isn't the Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion in the west of the city? The fact that we could even meet here shows that we are destined to meet, and there must be some divine will in the dark.
When talking about Ning Yuanzhao, Han Zeyu thought of Wu'an Hou and the stunningly beautiful wood-type mutant.
After counting with fingers, the wood-type beauty should be in her forties.
Look at how well-maintained her face is. It’s a living example of what it means to make your husband a father.
If the white moonlight that has not been forgotten in the world appears, Wu An Hou will be hooked into a black carp and be bewitched into a fool.
The disabled Ning Yuanchen is still experiencing the ordeal of hardship in the Marquis' Mansion.
How about he take a look? Just take a look, then leave.
Han Zeyu, who successfully convinced himself, completely forgot the pain of being slapped in the face every day.
Han Zeyu used his underground escape technique and arrived at the Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion before Ning Yuanzhao.
I first took a look around Marquis Wu'an's bedroom and found that there was not much change, except that there were two more paintings on the headboard.
Others love deeply, but Marquis Wu'an is different. He loves openly and ostentatiously.
The God of Pure Love fell to the ground, and Han Zeyu even felt a little sympathy for him.
If he doesn't pay a high price, I can sell him the information about the wood-type mutant.
It is inevitable that people will be moved by the fact that he has such status and position and can still love someone wholeheartedly.
What a great writing material! Too bad it's not suitable for Qingbaisama's harem story.
Now that he was there, Han Zeyu went to Ning Yuanchen's yard again, but found nothing.
Isn't he paralyzed in bed? Where else can this person go?
After using his special abilities to search for a while, he suddenly found that there was a large dark room in the Marquis Wu'an's Mansion.
Han Zeyu used his tried-and-tested hiding technique to blend himself into the wall.
I secretly looked at Ning Yuanchen. This man had long lost his former arrogance. After so many years, he had become skin and bones.
The skin is also pale due to long-term lack of sunlight.
The man was cleaned up thoroughly, but he had lost all his energy and spirit, and was like a walking corpse, at the mercy of others.
At this time, there was a noise at the door and Han Zeyu hurriedly hid.
Just now he was afraid of exposing his whereabouts, so he didn't dare to get too close.
Ning Yuanchen lying on the bed slowly turned his head, then mechanically turned his head back.
Han Zeyu was surprised to discover two things. One was that Ning Yuanchen's eyes were full of disgust when he looked at the door.
Secondly, has Ning Yuanchen's gender changed? Otherwise, why would there be a striking red dot on his forehead?
Han Zeyu shook his head. What was he thinking? That red dot must have been painted on.
Restraining his curiosity, Han Zeyu embedded himself in the wall and continued watching the show.
The person who just came in was Marquis Wu'an, and he was holding a slender and exquisite rosewood box in his hand.
The box slowly opened, and Marquis Wu'an took out a emerald green flute from it. It looked like an old item.
Marquis Wu'an sat beside the couch, handed the jade flute to Ning Yuanchen, and motioned him to play it twice.
Ning Yuanchen was unmoved. He didn't know how to play any musical instrument, including the flute or the guqin.
As the person who raised him since he was a child, he knew it clearly, but still deliberately made things difficult for him.
I knew he was not my biological son, but I still raised him hypocritically. It is said that the grace of giving birth is greater than the grace of raising a child, but his current situation is really embarrassing.
He was once praised to the sky, but now he is being dragged into hell. How cruel.
Marquis Wu'an snatched the flute away with dissatisfaction, placed it across Ning Yuanchen's lips, and forcefully demanded that he play the jade flute.
Ning Yuanchen was extremely disgusted with the dominance of Marquis Wu'an at the beginning.
Marquis Wu'an was furious. He grabbed Ning Yuanchen's jaw, forced him to open his mouth, and roughly placed the jade flute between his lips and teeth.
"Chen'er, why aren't you listening? This is obviously your favorite jade flute, have you forgotten?"
Ning Yuanchen shook his head desperately, making waves of retching sounds: "I can't play the flute! I can't play the guqin! I'm not him!"
Marquis Wu'an was stunned for a moment, then slowly released his grip.
Chen'er? Ning Yuanchen? It turns out that this name doesn't belong to him either. From the beginning to the end, he has been an insignificant substitute.
How ironic...
Ning Yuanchen's uncle is the wood-type mutant, and that person is Wu'an Hou's white moonlight.
Thinking of this, Han Zeyu looked at the red dot on Ning Yuanchen's forehead again and finally figured out the problem.
Oh my god! Wanwan-like love, substitute literature, forbidden love, and a little bit of orthopedic literature.
Where's my pen? Quickly write it down, his inspiration floods him again.
In stark contrast to Han Zeyu's excitement was the tense atmosphere between the two.
Looking at Ning Yuanchen’s expression, the four words “life is meaningless” were personified at this moment.
Is it pitiful? Luo Wanqing has not yet recovered to normal, who can pity her?
Ning Yuanchen didn't even sincerely apologize to Luo Wanqing. In his heart, he probably never felt that he had done anything wrong.
It really serves him right. Evildoers will be punished by evildoers. This is the retribution in this life.
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