Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

As dusk fell, the Hua Mansion, which had been bustling all day, gradually became quiet.

Gong Yuanzheng took his brother Gong Shangjiao, Gong Zishang and Gong Ziyu back to their own courtyard.

Everyone who saw Gong Yuanzheng's courtyard for the first time couldn't help but sigh, "Brother Yuanzheng, your second brother's courtyard is elegant and luxurious, and your courtyard is luxurious and grand!"

When you push open the courtyard door, what catches your eye is the magnificent house. Even the place where the servants live is built of mahogany inlaid with gold foil, not to mention the roof of the main hall is made of glazed tiles.

Exotic flowers and plants can be seen everywhere, planted casually on the land on both sides of the road, and there are snow lotus planted in six large water tanks.

The guest bedroom was not as luxurious as the master bedroom, but compared to their bedroom at the palace gate, it was like the beggars' den they used to live in!

Look at the bed with a frame made of huanghuali wood and inlaid with green jade. The bedspread is made of soft brocade curtains with red flowers worth thousands of gold pieces, the bed is covered with a smooth brocade quilt with twisted gold and silver threads, and the pillows are all soft pillows embroidered with gold thread.

Gong Zishang has received many gifts from Gong Yuanzheng in recent years thanks to the easing of his relationship with him, but if he wants to get a room like this, he really needs to use two more pillows when he sleeps at night.

Not to mention Gong Ziyu, whenever he met Gong Yuanzheng since childhood, they would either fight or quarrel. The two of them were like enemies from their previous lives, and there was no room for easing up.

"Hehe~ Thank you, brother Yuanzheng! I'm also very tired today, so I'm going to rest first." Gong Zishang lifted her skirt and slipped into the guest bedroom prepared for her.

Under the threat of Gong Yuanzheng's eyes, Gong Ziyu dared not say a word and dragged Jin Fan away.

Gong Yuanzheng had been attached to Gong Shangjiao since he was a child, so naturally he dragged Gong Shangjiao to live in the same room with him. Gong Yuanzheng's room also had a pool of hot spring water, so he didn't have to fetch water to wash like other people.

After soaking in the hot spring, the two of them got into the warm bed with steam all over their bodies. Even though Gong Yuanzheng had long been accustomed to this kind of life, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Yuan Zheng, what's this quilt?" As soon as Gong Shangjiao lay down in the bed, he found that this quilt was much softer than the one they covered themselves with at the palace gate, and it was also so warm.

"This quilt was obtained from far away at great cost by Brother Xiaohua through the help of my father. It is filled with duck down, which is both light and warm." Gong Yuanzheng squinted his eyes comfortably, buried his head in the quilt, and almost fell asleep in a daze.

Gong Shangjiao wanted to ask a few more questions, but when he turned around, he found that his brother had already started snoring happily. He raised his hand from the quilt and touched Gong Yuanzheng's head, and tucked the quilt for the man who was buried in it. After doing everything. Gong Shangjiao also closed his eyes and fell asleep soon.

Zhuo Yichen sat leisurely on the small and exquisite viewing platform behind his bedroom. Next to him was an antique stove, on which a pot of steaming strong tea was boiling, and the aroma was rising. There was also a plate of exquisite tea snacks, placed on the table like a work of art. Two crystal clear tea cups were quietly waiting for their owners. Judging from his posture and arrangement, he seemed to be waiting for someone to come.

"Since you're already here, why don't you come and see me?" Zhuo Yichen raised his head slightly, staring at the poolside opposite the observation deck.

There was a tall and straight ginkgo tree planted there, and at this moment its branches were swaying gently in the breeze. Suddenly, the branches moved slightly, as if something was quietly hiding among the lush branches and leaves.

In an instant, a piece of black and red clothing was vaguely revealed from the branches. Then looking up, one could see a snow-white fur cloak loosely draped over the body, and hiding in the branches was Zhu Yan, whose black hair was mixed with a few strands of silver. He looked a little uneasy, as if he was filled with confusion and fear.

"I'm afraid! I'm afraid you will..." Zhu Yan's voice was trembling, with endless guilt and self-blame. He didn't know how to explain all this to Zhuo Yichen. After all, Zhuo Yichen's father did die at his hands, and even his brother Zhuo Yixuan unfortunately passed away because of him.

Although he tried to blame these tragedies on uncontrollable forces by claiming that his anger was out of control, he knew in his heart that this was no excuse to evade responsibility.

"Are you afraid that I will implicate you because of the death of my father and brother?" Zhuo Yichen gritted his teeth and stared at the person in front of him, his eyes burning with anger and pain. Since the moment his father left, his heart seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and each piece deeply hurt his heart.

Although he did not see his father fall in a pool of blood with his own eyes, he also could not understand how the person who usually played and joked with him could so coldly and ruthlessly take away his father's life, and even many innocent people in the Ji Yaosi were not spared.

Not only that, but because the other party's anger got out of control, his brother was killed by the monster. His brother had promised to return safely and accompany him through an important moment in his life - the coming-of-age ceremony, but now all this has become a bubble. Zhuo Yichen felt extremely desperate and resentful, as if the whole world was full of malice towards him.

What was even more difficult for him to accept was that the appearance of Zhu Yan caused him to lose the protection of his father and brother. Overnight, he changed from a carefree young man to a lonely hero who had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of capturing monsters alone.

Those complicated and tedious monster-collecting affairs were simply an insurmountable mountain for him who had no experience.

If it weren't for the fact that Dad couldn't stand it anymore, dealing with official duties that he couldn't understand day and night, and sent Uncle Zhang to take over those tedious matters, perhaps he wouldn't be able to be like this now, only needing to lead a team and accept missions to catch those evil people or monsters, and he could ignore everything else.

However, when his elder brother was alive, he once told him earnestly: evil spirit is something that essentially chooses its carrier without distinction. Even if Zhu Yan is not its container this time, there will definitely be other demons or humans who will be chosen by it.

Perhaps, we should feel fortunate at this moment, because the container chosen by the evil spirit this time turned out to be a kind-hearted monster, and this monster always holds the beautiful wish of allowing the wilderness and the human world to coexist harmoniously and peacefully.

I just heard my brother continue, "You know, hostility is originally a powerful force formed by all kinds of evil thoughts in the world. If the existence that serves as a container itself is malicious, then the whole world will add countless inhumane things!

By then, how many innocent people or monsters will be forced to become displaced, losing their warm homes and close relatives and friends?

I am afraid that by that time, the wilderness and the human world will be plunged into a miserable situation with all the people suffering and the land filled with grief. How can the people live and work in peace and order like they do now? "

Zhuo Yichen is not a person who does not know good from bad. He can share the sadness of others, but others may not be able to empathize with his misery.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will be angry? Or are you afraid that I will kill you because of the death of my father and brother?" Zhuo Yichen raised his hand and picked up the teapot on the table to add a cup of tea for him, "Sit down and have a cup of tea with me."

Zhu Yan reluctantly sat down opposite Zhuo Yichen and glanced at him cautiously. He was still so angry when he saw him just now, but now he was as calm as the lake in the distance. "Are you not angry anymore?"

"Seeing you reminds me of the death of my father and brother, so I'm naturally angry. But being angry can't solve the problem, and it can't resurrect my father and brother." Zhuo Yichen just calmly recounted his past tragedy.

"Then you... do you regret meeting me?" Zhu Yan lowered his head with a wry smile, holding the teacup that was warmed by the tentacles tightly in his hand.

Zhuo Yichen stretched out his hand and slapped it hard, "Be careful with my teacup, this is my favorite teacup. If you crush it, I will kick you out."

Zhu Yan quickly loosened his hand that was holding the teacup, "Are you really..."

"Saying that I have no regrets is the biggest lie in the world. After all, if I hadn't met you, even if you killed my father and brother, I would at most hate you and would not fall into such a painful situation.

It's not right to say I regret it, because you and I did spend a happy time together. I didn't have many friends since I was a child because of my duties as a father or brother. You are the first friend I met who played with me regardless of your status as a father or brother.

Besides, even if you regretted it, you still killed my father and brother because of your out-of-control rage, so whether you regret it or not, it has already happened. Discussing regret is really hypocritical.

Moreover, you are out of control and kill people indiscriminately. Even if they are not my father and brothers, or those uncles from the Demon Collection Bureau, they would be other innocent demons or civilians.

It's just that they happened to be on the road where you lost control. They died to protect the people behind them and the homes they depended on for survival.

Perhaps in the eyes of the people being protected, they are incompetent and unable to stop the out-of-control Zhu Yan from continuing to kill, but in my eyes, they have single-handedly prevented a greater disaster from occurring. In my eyes and in the eyes of those being protected, they are heroes, and that is enough. "Zhuo Yichen answered Zhu Yan's question very seriously.

Zhu Yan on the opposite side had bloodshot eyes filled with tears of smile. It was the first time that he felt relieved from the person who was obviously his enemy.

He could have said the most vicious words in the world to him, every word of which should have pierced through him, but at this moment they turned into the gentlest moonlight, soothing his already broken heart.