Chapter 119 Shen Xueyan's Heart Knot

Yun Rui's attempt to resign was unsuccessful, and instead the emperor took away half of his military command and detained him in the capital.

This is a good thing for Yunrui.

The use of provocation is the most appropriate.

The autumn season was almost over, and the weather was about to turn cold. Everyone in the Duke's Mansion began to light the stove.

Yun Zhuan was not feeling well and was even more afraid of the cold.

There were two stoves in a warm room, and there were also several hand stoves, which made it more useful.

"Lue'e, is it raining or windy outside?" Yun Ju'an likes winter very much, but it's too cold. If he were in his previous physical condition, he might be able to go out and play snowball fights, but now he can only sit next to the chessboard and play games with himself.

Qingzhi has become much more lively. She was originally a little girl who had not yet reached marriageable age. She was younger than Lu'e and Duhuo, and only one month older than Yunzhuan.

"It's windy. It's going to rain soon. In a while, the plums that the adults planted for you will bloom." Lu'e handed over a cup of tea with a smile.

Yun Zhuan held the white piece, trying to crack the current chess game.

But Heizi was getting closer and closer, just like another little spiritual person inside her heart.

In the past two days, I haven't been with Bai Ye. He is busy with work and always uses things that have happened to teach Yun Zhuan the power of the emperor, but this is the method that Yun Zhuan hates the most.

The way Yun Rui resigned was suggested by Yun Zhian implicitly. After all, an emperor is an emperor and he can use his power to stop someone from wanting to retire.

The Yun family has spent a lot of energy in the court and will definitely not withdraw easily.

"No, Sister Luye!" Qingzhi's face was full of curiosity. She placed the rice cake on the stove and slowly leaned against it. The whole room was filled with a sweet smell. "It's clearly red plums. They have already begun to form buds."

Duhuo had nothing to do today, so he performed a sword dance in the garden for Yun Zhuan, which fascinated the little girl Qingzhi.

Even if she performed the Duhuo Dance many times, Yun Zhuan felt that she could only find herself when she was dancing with the sword.

Yun Zhuan had asked more than once: "Duhuo, what is your greatest wish?"

She always had the same answer: "That is to stay by the lady's side."

The master and servant played around in the attic for a while, and Yun Zhuan got up and put on his clothes: "Please prepare some small gifts for me. I'm going to go see Sister Xuehan."

Uncle Shen hasn't returned to Beijing yet. He will probably return around the Chinese New Year or the beginning of spring, after the case has been fully investigated.

During this period, the Shen family has become more and more low-key. Although they were not so eye-catching before, now they are completely on the verge of being completely forgotten by the people in Beijing.

As the year draws to a close, everyone is busy.

"Miss, there is a letter for you." The doorman outside handed something in. Lu'e took a cloak and helped Yun Zhuan put it on:

"This peacock feather cloak seems to have been given to Miss by Master Yun a while ago. The green background sets off Miss's complexion very well."

She already had a pretty face, and now she looked even prettier and fairer.

The words "Jiao Jiao dearly wrote" were written on the letter. The only person who would address her with this title and send a letter to her was her elder brother Yun Fuzhi.

"Where is my sister?" Yun Yu'an asked as he looked at her.

Lu'e was still tidying up Yun Zhuan's clothes when she heard the voice and replied, "The young lady went to the training ground early in the morning."

Yun Zhuan stopped talking. His sister was a beautiful girl who had learned martial arts since childhood. If he hadn't been confined to this backyard, why would he have to restrain himself all the time? Shining on the battlefield might be the best destination for his sister.

Yun Zhuan read the letter roughly. Yun Fuzhi was traveling around the mountains and rivers with the purpose of reading ten thousand books and traveling ten thousand miles. Now he has arrived at Yun Zhuan's fiefdom Yujia Mountain.

A sketch with a beautiful scenery was also attached.

There is a solitary smoke rising in the desert, and a round setting sun over the long river.

Yun Zhuan didn't know how his brother climbed to the top of the mountain, and then looked down at the yellow sand in front of him.

Life should not be limited. Perhaps my brother's wish is to live a simple life.

The Linbiansha of Yujia Mountain was very close. Yun Ju'an frowned, as if he had forgotten something key, but he couldn't remember it.

The Shen family is no longer as prosperous as before. Shen Xueyan's health has improved a lot and he is not as pale as before.

The art of triumphing may have originated from small countries and tribes, but the source has never been found.

Shen Xuehan asked someone to serve some tea: "Now that daddy is not at home, the Shen Mansion is no longer the same as before, please don't blame me, sister."

"What are you talking about, Sister Xuehan? I came here today to ask you if you need anything. I will transfer some money to you from the house." Yun Ju'an smiled, his eyes clean and clear, without any contempt at all.

Although the Shen family was lonely, it never made people feel uncomfortable.

Shen Xueyan sat beside them, making tea for her two sisters: "I used to think that the princess was not particular about trivial matters and could write poetry, but after experiencing this, I no longer think of myself as aloof as before."

He even smiled bitterly as he finished speaking: "Everyone says that I am the proud son of the Yuan Kingdom, but now it seems that I don't fit in at all."

"Brother Shen, don't underestimate yourself." Yun Zhuan said with a smile, "Everything is difficult at the beginning. God has given great responsibilities to people. How come you didn't remember any of the words of the ancient saints, but instead took other people's gossip to heart?"

"I did a lot of bad things in the past and was slandered by so many people, but now I am living a good life, right?"

Seeing that the charcoal fire seemed to be about to go out, Yun Zhuan took the silver spoon, gently stirred it, and then put it aside:

"Even in the depths of the ashes, there is still residual warmth."

When Shen Xueyan heard this, she burst into tears.

He had endured too much praise and admiration, but he could not bear even a little gossip and rumors, and he was not as clear-sighted as a twelve-year-old girl.

Yun Juan handed over her handkerchief and said half jokingly but seriously: "Brother Shen, please don't cry. Uncle Shen 'sold' you to me. You must help me do things well in the future!"

Shen Xuehan told him everything since he woke up. He was not disturbed at all, but was just curious why the princess, no, now she is a princess, wanted a useless person like him to do things.

After listening to her speech today, I felt that all the reading I had done over ten years ago was in vain.

The sky was getting cloudy and rainy, and now the bright sunlight was shining in, causing Yun Zhuan to mutter:

"Oh, I've brought my silk umbrella out. When the New Year comes, I'm afraid you'll all have to move into the palace. Then we can go to the Plum Garden in the palace to admire the flowers!"

"I have green plums at home, they are so beautiful!"

Shen Xuehan secretly wiped away her tears. The Yun Ju'an in front of her looked like a little sun.

The Shen family won't always be in a slump.

(End of this chapter)