The white moonlight of the paranoid male protagonist is reborn

Jiang Chaoyun hasn't written for a long time, and he is still a little rusty when he picks up a pen.

Writing brush characters requires high wrist strength. Some hard-working students will tie heavy sandbags on their wrists to achieve the effect of exercise. Only in this way can they write strong and powerful characters over time.

Jiang Chaoyun could keep up with this kind of learning progress when he was young, but as he got older, it was difficult for his mental and physical strength to keep up, and slowly, it was wasted.

When I start writing now, not only is the handwriting not as elegant and agile as before, but it is a little crooked and not so good-looking.

Jiang Chaoyun looked at it for a while, crumpled the paper and threw it out.

The ball of paper rolled to Han Jiangmu's feet and stopped. He bent down and picked up the ball of paper.

Jiang Chaoyun was a little surprised when he saw him, "How could you trespass into the master's study? Whose nursing home is as bold as you!"

He was surprised, but also a little confused and flustered. He felt that Han Jiangmu was becoming more and more bold. Before, he still abided by etiquette and didn't do anything to trespass on his room. Now, he trespassed on his study and kept his eyes fixed threaten him.

On the contrary, he obviously didn't have any good looks towards him, so why did he keep moving towards him?

Han Jiangmu opened the ball of paper, looked down, and said softly, "Young master's words, that's it?"

Jiang Chaoyun was slightly ashamed and annoyed, "You reckless man, do you understand?"

Han Jiangmu raised his eyelids to look at him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Of course I can understand."

Jiang Chaoyun strode over and reached out to grab the crumpled paper in Han Jiangmu's hand, but Han Jiangmu raised his hand.

Jiang Chaoyun once again felt Han Jiangmu's tallness. He was about the same age as him, but he was half a head taller and his arms were longer. Even if he stood on tiptoe, he might not be able to reach his wrist.

Jiang Chaoyun knew it clearly, and also saw the faint smile in Han Jiangmu's eyes. He pursed his lips, and still stood on tiptoe to grab the piece of paper. Because his center of gravity was unstable, the other hand was unconsciously grasping Han Jiangmu's hand. The front of Jiang Mu's chest, "Give it back to me!"

Han Jiangmu lowered his eyes to look at him, and could see his fine white teeth that were partly visible because of his words, and his flushed cheeks, which were delicious and moving, like a ripe peach.

Han Jiangmu's Adam's apple slipped a few times, his eyes were deep, and he lowered his head slightly.

Jiang Chaoyun didn't notice the change in his eyes. His toes were tense, and his eyes fell on the paper in Han Jiangmu's hand. He snatched it once or twice but failed. When he was about to lose his temper, he saw Han Jiangmu's arm Slightly bent, the paper was very close to his fingers, his eyes lit up, and he stood on tiptoe again, trying to grab the paper.

However, at this moment, something soft and hot lightly brushed his forehead.

Jiang Chaoyun successfully pinched the piece of paper with his hand, let go of Han Jiangmu's wrinkled skirt, and stepped back a few steps, reaching out his hand to touch his forehead in some doubts.

The touched forehead was still a little numb and hot. Jiang Chaoyun's eyes fell on Han Jiangmu, and he asked him with an ugly face: "Where did you meet me just now?"

Han Jiangmu said calmly, "Master, how dare I touch you."

Jiang Chaoyun raised his voice a little: "You just touched me!"

Han Jiangmu pointed at his thin lips, and said in a low voice, "Young Master touched me, and Young Master touched me here with his forehead."

With a bang, Jiang Chaoyun's face turned red, and he stammered a little, "I, I touched you? You are talking nonsense, you obviously did it on purpose!"

He really got a little annoyed, this Han Jiangmu was too bold, "You reckless man, I don't want to see you anymore! Get out!"

Han Jiangmu didn't listen to him, he walked to the desk and said nonchalantly, "Young master is going to copy Buddhist scriptures for the old lady?"

Jiang Chaoyun said: "It's none of your business! Get out quickly!"

Seeing his chest heaving violently, Han Jiangmu knew that he was very angry, so his tone softened a little, and he said solemnly: "Master, if you feel that you have lost money, I can touch you back."

Jiang Chaoyun: "..."

He acted so nonchalantly that Jiang Chaoyun suspected that he was making a fuss.

But being kissed by Han Jiangmu is a fact, this Han, he got a cheap deal and acted like a good boy!

Jiang Chaoyun put his hands on his chest, tried his best to calm down, and then said: "Han Nuyuan, you are too presumptuous. I am your master after all. Why do you always refuse to listen to me?"

Han Jiangmu didn't speak, picked up the pen that Jiang Chaoyun had put down, and began to write on the paper.

Jiang Chaoyun saw that he was ignoring him, hesitated for a moment, walked to his side, his gaze fell on the white paper in front of him, and he opened his eyes wide in surprise.

I saw the ink characters on the paper piercing through the back of the paper, and the sharpness was exposed, like a knife's edge approaching, fierce and strong, Jiang Chaoyun was silent all of a sudden.

It is said that a character can reflect a person's personality and mentality. Jiang Chaoyun's characters are delicate and round, full of serenity and softness. Jiang Mu's words were full of dominance and aggression.

Anyone with a little knowledge would not think that he is an ordinary nursing home after reading this word.

Jiang Chaoyun already knew that he was the prince, but he still didn't know that his handwriting was so... so shocking.

Han Jiangmu's low voice rang in his ears, "What do you think of my handwriting, Master?"

Jiang Chaoyun's voice became quieter, a little embarrassed and a little scared, he bit the bullet and said against his will: "... That's it, you need to practice more."

Han Jiangmu said, "Really?"

Jiang Chaoyun didn't dare to speak.

In his heart, he felt that Han Jiangmu's calligraphy could be pasted on the gate to ward off evil spirits, but it was impossible for him to praise Han Jiangmu publicly.

He can no longer have any possibility of getting close to him.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Jiangmu didn't care. He sat down, opened a piece of paper again, uncovered the Buddhist scriptures on the case, and picked up a pen to copy for Jiang Chaoyun.

Jiang Chaoyun was a little startled, "What are you doing?"

Han Jiangmu didn't look at him, and said word by word: "Young master can't be tired, I'll copy it for you."

Jiang Chaoyun said anxiously: "How can others do this kind of thing? I will do it myself!"

Han Jiangmu said coldly: "Master, must you mess around?"

Jiang Chaoyun: "Who is messing around? Obviously you are messing around!"

Han Jiangmu raised his face, stared at Jiang Chaoyun with dark eyes, and said in a low voice: "Young master, golden branches and jade leaves, don't suffer from this trouble."

"..." Jiang Chaoyun was stunned by his pair of dark eyes, and stopped talking for a while.

Almost aggrieved and sat aside.

Watching him write ink characters one after another on the white paper, he closed his eyes with some palpitations.

This kind of handwriting is used to write Buddhist scriptures, doesn't it scare the old lady?

And it is impossible for him to write such words!

No matter how reluctant he was, Han Jiangmu finished copying the scriptures for him, and the old lady's birthday was coming.

On this day, many people came to Jiang's Mansion, even the magistrate of Yuzhou came to congratulate him, and it was crowded with people for a while, very lively.

Jiang Chaoyun wore a light-colored brocade dress, and even changed his cloak into a festive red color. In order to make his complexion less ugly, he even quietly asked Bi Xin to bring over a box of rouge, and spread a little bit of it on his cheeks. The cheeks that were so fair that they were almost pale instantly became a little rosy, and there was also a little bit of complexion.

He looked at the smooth bronze mirror and was satisfied.

But soon, he became worried again. The volume of scriptures that Han Jiangmu copied for him, he always felt that the vigor and hostility were too strong, and it was not suitable for giving gifts to the old lady, and he did not copy it himself. Another seven points were lost.

If this kind of birthday gift is sent up, the old lady will probably be unhappy.

But firstly, he didn't have time to prepare another birthday present, secondly, he felt a little bit of luck in his heart, thinking that the old lady is not a scholar, she may not be able to see the way, and thirdly, he did accept Han Jiangmu's love , it is not good to abandon it...

In short, Jiang Chaoyun took the scripture with him with this fluke.

In the lobby, Jiang Lin grabbed him, looked at him carefully, and laughed, "You look really good today."

Looking at the exquisite and beautiful son, Jiang Lin's eyes showed a touch of tenderness. Looking at it this way, Jiang Chaoyun is actually a handsome young man. There are so many sons in the family, and there is really no one who looks better than her son.

She dragged Jiang Chaoyun to sit on a table, and on that table were all the prostitutes from several rooms in Jiang's residence.

A few years ago, Jiang Chaoyun sat with children, but now she is reduced to sitting with her older sisters, so she can't help feeling a little ashamed.But Jiang Lin didn't care, she always felt that Jiang Chaoyun was fragile and felt uncomfortable when he saw a boy of his age, so she arranged for him to sit with the girls on her own.

The Jiang family is well-born. The girls in front of Jiang Chaoyun are all beautiful, but because they are young, they are always a little immature. When they saw Jiang Chaoyun, they also smiled and shouted affectionately: "Hello, cousin."

Jiang Chaoyun greeted them with a smile.

Jiang Xiuxiu from the third room smiled and asked him: "What will my cousin give the old lady this year?"

Things like birthday gifts are given by the heirs of the Jiang family, and girls don't need to show this kind of filial piety—the main thing is that there is no such rule.

Jiang Chaoyun was a little guilty in his heart, and when he answered on the face, Jiang Xiuxiu was a little surprised, "This ceremony is too heavy, the old lady will be happy to see it."

Jiang Chaoyun had a ghost in his heart and didn't say much, at this time, Jiang Yulong came over, he asked his sister to give him a seat, and said to Jiang Chaoyun: "Brother Chaoyun, why didn't you sit with Yueer and the others this year? "

Yue'er is a child in the second room, only five or six years old, and she wants to sit with the nanny.

Jiang Chaoyun said: "My mother arranged it."

As he spoke, he couldn't help staring at Jiang Yulong's mouth, "Yulong, are your teeth healed?"

Jiang Yulong's face was a little gloomy when he heard this, but he still pursed his lips and smiled slightly, "Uncle found me a very good doctor, and he has already attached a tooth, it looks like it's real, It doesn't matter."

Jiang Chaoyun asked: "My father found a doctor for you..."

He felt a little uncomfortable again, "Who did he find for you?"

Jiang Yulong replied: "The doctor in Han Zhizhou's mansion used to be an imperial doctor, and his medical skills are very good. Thanks to him, although the teeth are inlaid with silver, they look no different from real teeth."

Even though he said so, his upper lip was still tightly wrapped around his teeth, which didn't let Jiang Chaoyun see any problem.

Jiang Chaoyun was a little puzzled, he picked up a pair of chopsticks and said, "Really?"

He raised his hand, his sleeves fell down, revealing the bracelet on his wrist, a crystal clear koi jade was very eye-catching.

Jiang Yulong's eyelids twitched, and he asked in shock, "Brother Chaoyun, you Yu...?"

Jiang Chaoyun said "ah", the corners of his lips curled up, revealing two small dimples, "This is Nuanyu, the same as your Nuanyu."

He took out another koi warm jade the size of a palm from the collar of his clothes, and smiled at Jiang Yulong, "I have another piece, you are right, this jade is really amazing, I don't even feel cold when I wear it. "

Wrapping the koi with the palm of his hand, a small fish tail was still exposed, as if he had discovered a new world, and whispered, "Look, is my piece bigger than yours?"

After thinking about it, I added another sentence, "It seems to be much bigger than yours."

Jiang Yulong: "..."