Chapter 272

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Yin Yixuan looks at Zheng Zhongwen, who is constantly in a dream. His face is blue, and he angrily throws down his robe and turns around and whisks away.

When I went out, I met Sangui who came here with a basin. Sangui called out, "how are you, Mr. Yin, my son?"

Yin Yixuan ignored him and went straight back to his room.

Sangui is confused. What's wrong with Mr. Yin? Who is this angry with?

When he came into the room with a basin, he saw that his son was spitting on the ground beside the bed in a mess, and heard the words that the son kept saying in his mouth. His heart was broken. It must have been Prince Yin who heard his son's drunken words.

When Zheng Zhongwen woke up, it was already the next day. The sun came through the window and fell on the desk under the window. There was a picture just finished spread on the desk. The girl in the picture smiled and looked forward to it. She stood in the flying rain.

The painter does not have very superb painting skills. He only uses simple lines to outline what he thinks and thinks in his heart. In simplicity, he is a bit sincere, but has a different charm.

In the upper left corner of the painting, there are two lines of words: pear blossom yard dissolves in the moon, willow catkins pond light wind.

He rubbed his aching temples and shouted out, "three expensive!"

Where is Sangui? In fact, he fell asleep on the bench in the room. Hearing the voice of Shizi, he woke up immediately. He rubbed his eyes and went to the bed, saying, "young man, you are awake?"

Zheng Zhongwen was shocked: "where did you come from?"

Sangui pointed to the foot of the bed: "I've been here all night. I was too tired to fall asleep in the morning."

Zheng Zhongwen thought of his drunkenness: "it's hard for you. Pour me a bowl of water and go back to sleep."

"Oh!" Sangui is still a little confused. She turns around to pour water, but almost stumbles over the stool at her feet.

"Slow down, what time is it?" Zheng Zhongwen opened the quilt and got out of bed. He took the tea cup delivered by Sangui.

Sangui looked out at the sun and said, "it's about time. I've sent someone to the Yamen to say you'll go there later. It's OK. I'll sleep later."

Zheng Zhongwen handed back the empty tea cup to Sangui, turned around and went to the screen frame to take the clothes. Seeing that the clothes were stained with spills, he threw them aside again. Sangui saw the situation and quickly took out a set of clean clothes from the wardrobe and handed them over.

"Where is Yixuan?" He asked.

Sangui shook his head: "I don't know. I haven't been out here." He suddenly thought of last night's incident, then said: "childe, childe Yin seems to be angry."

"What kind of anger?" Zheng Zhongwen put on his clothes, tied his hair smartly, and put in a simple white jade hairpin.

Although he is the son of the Marquis family, he has never put on airs. Whatever he can do, he always likes to do it by himself. Sometimes even Sangui thinks that he is not like a marquis family at all, but rather like a poor student.

Sangui tells the story that he was heard by Yin Yixuan last night.

Zheng Zhongwen didn't have an accident, and didn't feel sorry for Yin Yixuan. In the emotional world, no one is right or wrong. If you like someone, you just like it. It can't be concealed and hidden.

What's more, Yixuan and Rongyue have already cancelled their engagement. They are unmarried men and unmarried women. He doesn't think he has any mistakes.

"What are you going to do, young man?" Three expensive one face worries a way.

Zheng Zhongwen shrugged: "what can I do?"