Master, he never speaks

Shen Qianche: "Junior Brother, why don't you speak?"

Shen Qianche squatted in front of Zhu Jixiu, propped his chin with his hands, and looked at the little junior with vacant eyes in distress.

Shen Qianche: I don't know if I did something wrong, or the expression on my face was not sincere enough, which made my junior treat me like nothing, and didn't say a word to me?

Shen Qianche: They didn't even give me a look.

Shen Qianche: "Junior brother!"

Shen Qianche didn't know what he thought of, his eyes lit up, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

Shen Qianche: "Brother, will you take me to see the flowers?"

Zhu Jixiu only felt that the people in front of him were noisy, so he turned his head indifferently and ignored him.

The murderous intent in my heart gradually increased.

Shen Qianche also tilted her head following Zhu Jixiu, insisting on putting her head in front of Zhu Hanshuang, staring longingly at her indifferent little brother, and added softly:

Shen Qianche: "It's a flower planted by Master's father."

As soon as these words came out, the quiet fox ears on Zhu Jixiu's head moved.

Zhu Jixiu: Zhu Hanshuang planted it.

Shen Qianche: "How about it, are you interested?"

Shen Qianche stretched out her hand to hug Zhu Jixiu and get off the stool.

But Zhu Jixiu avoided his hand in disgust, jumped off the stool by himself, then raised his chin, and put his two small hands behind his back, motioning for Shen Qianche to lead him the way.

If you ignore the two soft triangular ears on his head and the fluffy fox tail on his butt, he really looks like a little grown-up.

Shen Qianche didn't care about how his junior brother disliked him, so he walked to the front and cheerfully led Zhu Jixiu.

In order to take care of Zhu Jixiu's short legs, Shen Qianche deliberately slowed down while walking to wait for Zhu Jixiu.

When he really saw the flowers Zhu Hanshuang planted, Zhu Jixiu showed a little surprised expression for the first time.

Zhu Jixiu: I thought that for a person as noble, cold and stunning as Zhu Hanshuang, the flowers planted in his yard must be extremely rare and rare in the world.

Zhu Jixiu: But it is not.

The flowers Zhu Hanshuang grows are the most common and common flowers in the world.

If peony is called rich and honor among flowers, and rose is called fairy among flowers, then moon root grass is the most common existence among flowers.

Moonroot Grass is just like its name, there is no bright and eye-catching petal color in appearance, and there is no good-looking shape. There is only a pitiful white flower on the bare flower stalk.

Whether it is the royal family or the countryside, you can see the shadow of moon root grass.

Obviously with the moon, but like the sun.

Zhu Hanshuang, who is astonishingly talented, noble and handsome, cultivated this kind of extremely ordinary flower in the yard.

Shen Qianche: "Little Junior Brother, are you surprised?"

Shen Qianche caught the expression on Zhu Jixiu's face, and couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, and continued to Xiao Jixiu with a smile on his eyes:

Shen Qianche: "I was surprised at first that people like our master can grow moon root grass."

The first time Shen Qianche met Zhu Hanshuang, it was in this yard full of moon root grass.

The yard is very small, but Shen Qianche will never forget the look that the person standing in the middle of the yard heard the movement and looked back behind him.

Zhu Hanshuang, who was extremely beautiful, was dressed in white, with three thousand blue hair loosely tied behind his head. As he turned around, it poured down from his shoulders. A mere glance was like a peerless painting.

The most common month root grass was planted in the Mingming courtyard, but at that moment, the simple white petals perfectly complemented Zhu Hanshuang's unparalleled temperament in the world.

At that moment, Shen Qianche couldn't help thinking:

[In this world, there is no other person who is more suitable for white than Zhu Hanshuang. 】

Shen Qianche: "I've been thinking about it all these years, what's not good for Master to plant, why did he choose moon root grass?"

Shen Qianche lowered her eyes, and gently rubbed the small petals of the moon root grass with her fingertips.

Zhu Jixiu tilted his head, and the ordinary little white flower gradually appeared in his empty eyes.

Shen Qianche: "Later, I finally figured it out,"

Shen Qianche said while rubbing the petals harder,

Shen Qianche: "Junior brother, look..."

The little white flower was pinched by Shen Qianche abruptly, and the flower stalk was hanging listlessly.

But with the passage of time, the little flower that was about to die tremblingly straightened its flower stalk again, and the wilted flower buds re-opened bit by bit.

After a while, it returned to its original appearance.

Full of vitality and vitality, the white and tender petals are always facing the direction of the sun.

Shen Qianche: "Perhaps it is because it is always full of vitality and grows toward the sun that Master chooses to keep it in the yard."

When Shen Qianche exerted force with her fingertips, she cut off the Moon Root Grass.

He turned around, squatted down, looked at Zhu Jixiu at the same level, and slowly raised his hand to insert the white and tender flower in Zhu Jixiu's ear.

There was a smile in Shen Qianche's eyes, with a gentle expression between her brows and eyes, and the little white flower landed peacefully by Zhu Jixiu's ear.

It's a clean white.

Shen Qianche: "Junior brother, I hope that every day of your stay in Jiange will be like this moon root grass, always facing the sun and never touching the night."

Shen Qianche raised his hand, and gently rubbed Zhu Jixiu's fox ears. His movements were very light, just like Zhu Hanshuang, with a loving and cherishing touch.

He is the same as Zhu Hanshuang.

Don't be afraid of Zhu Jixiu's identity and bloodline of the monster clan, treat Zhu Jixiu with a pure heart, frank and sincere.

Shen Qianche: "As long as I, Shen Qianche, live for a day, you will always be the most precious junior brother of our Jiange. Whoever dares to bully you or insult you, the sword in my hand will definitely be unsheathed, and you will have no worries in this life."

Shen Qianche leaned forward and hugged Zhu Jixiu in his arms.

His embrace was very warm, with a scent of peach wood, not unpleasant but warm, it was a soft pine fragrance.

He is obviously a swordsman, but his heart is so soft.

Every word Shen Qianche said just now was sincere, and Jianxin was magnanimous, without a single lie.

It's true that he doesn't dislike Zhu Jixiu's mixed-race appearance.

The blessing he said to Zhu Jixiu that the sun will rise forever and never touch the night is true.

What he said that he would use the sword in his hand to protect Zhu Jixiu's life is also true.

Zhu Jixiu lowered his eyes halfway, Shen Qianche's fragile and fair neck was on his lips, just one bite, and this eye-catching and talkative person would disappear from this world.

No one will compete with him for Zhu Hanshuang's attention and sight.

Zhu Hanshuang is his, the identity of Jiange true disciple is also his, and the best panacea is his.

As long as you bite lightly, there will be nothing to worry about.

Shen Qianche: "Brother, let's take off! Brother will take you back to play with swords!"

Shen Qianche hugged Zhu Jixiu with a "whoosh", he raised his head, like teasing a child, happily took Zhu Jixiu to fly a few times in the air with a smile.

The senior brother's palm is very warm, although the smile is a bit silly, but it is very beautiful.

Zhu Jixiu closed his eyes with no expression on his face.

On this day, the two went to the small courtyard together, with Shen Qianche in front and Zhu Jixiu in the back.

When they came back, there were also two people, but Zhu Jixiu was in Shen Qianche's arms.