Rebirth of the Xuanmen Supreme

"Okay, then let's go to the study room for class now."

"Ok!"

Bai Ziyan happily pulled Han Jingyun inside, into the study, and came to the familiar table.

"Master, what are we learning today?"

"Master, do you see the big characters I have practiced in the past few days? Have you made any progress?"

"Master, I have also recited poems and essays these days, how about reciting them for the Master to test?"

Bai Ziyan was like a lively butterfly, circling Han Jingyun non-stop, with a small mouth that couldn't stop, he was so happy that the naked eye could see, even a little too happy.

Bai Ziyan, An Shuyan, this master, really loves him very much, maybe even Bai Ziyan didn't realize it, when he looked at An Shuyan, there was a throbbing love in his eyes, this kid has already fallen into it, and Does An Shuyan know?

Just when Han Jingyun was thinking this way, a strong emotion surged in his mind, strange yet familiar.

Strange, because this emotion is not his own, but from An Shuyan; familiar, because he has the same throbbing for Zhu Xiyan.

"So, Bai Ziyan, it's not a foolish one-way giving, right?" Han Jingyun asked silently in his heart, but no one answered, but Han Jingyun had already obtained the answer he wanted from the silence.

"Master, your handwriting is so beautiful, I can't even learn it." Han Jingyun came back to his senses when he heard the words, and saw Bai Ziyan stroking the words on the copybook that An Shuyan helped him write, his eyes were full of tenderness and love , that slender profile seemed to have a layer of white light, and Han Jingyun was in a trance for a while.

Once, Zhu Xiyan watched him practice calligraphy and said the same thing. What did Zhu Xiyan see at that time?Worship, envy, pride... His elder brother has always been proud of him, and he is not afraid to use all good words to praise him.

Since that time, Zhu Xiyan has been working hard to copy his fonts, trying to synchronize with his fonts. Unfortunately, Han Jingyun's fonts are special fonts formed by combining calligraphy and drawing symbols. Not to mention, only one of them The strength contained in it is not what Zhu Xiyan can practice. Zhu Xiyan's wrist is only suitable for soft strength. Forcing strength will only make him more vulnerable to injury.

However, the copybook that An Shuyan wrote for Bai Ziyan is completely different from Han Jingyun's handwriting. On the contrary, it is similar to Zhu Xiyan's handwriting to a certain extent.

Is it similar to his brother's font?Is this a coincidence?

Whenever Han Jingyun thinks about things related to Zhu Xiyan, his brows are always slightly frowned unconsciously, and Bai Ziyan, who has been paying attention to An Shuyan's every move, naturally did not miss the change in his expression.

"Master, I've been practicing big characters for so long, but I still haven't been able to master them. Are you unhappy?" Bai Ziyan lowered his head and asked cautiously, occasionally raising his eyes to peek at An Shuyan's expression , And apprehensive, but also wronged.

He also wants to practice his handwriting well, preferably as good as Master's handwriting, but he has worked very hard, what if he can't do it?

Bai Ziyan is a child with insufficient womb, and because he is the weaker twin, he has been weak and sick since he was a child. It is only in recent years that his health has improved a little. In the past, let alone going to school, asking his master to teach at home Extravagant hope, this is what he begged from his father, so he especially cherishes this learning opportunity.

What's more, the master is still a very good person, so good that he can't bear to take his eyes off the master.

"How come, you are already very smart. I have only been lecturing for you for two months. You have already achieved such results, which is already very gratifying. I believe that your parents will also be happy for you."

"Really? Master, don't you think I'm stupid?" Bai Ziyan's eyes immediately lit up when he heard the words, and he looked at An Shuyan flickeringly, er, to be precise, it was the one who was occupying An Shuyan's body at the moment Han Jingyun's little expectant eyes made Han Jingyun almost choke on his saliva, so he almost suppressed it.

"Naturally, has Master ever lied to you?" If Han Jingyun hadn't been a ray of soul reborn from ancient times, I'm afraid the link of speaking would have been revealed.

"Mmm! Master never lies to me! Master, I will practice harder and try to write as well as Master's handwriting as soon as possible!" Bai Ziyan clenched his fists and made a great wish, and then concentrated on practicing hard.

He is really a good boy who is dedicated to learning, not because he has a love in his heart, so he can't concentrate on doing anything.

The one-day teaching ended soon. An Shuyan used to live in this Yanxin Garden, and naturally it is the same today. This also saves Han Jingyun the effort of climbing the wall of Bai's house at night.

There must be something wrong with the Bai family, otherwise, Bai Ziyan's final ending would not be so tragic. The murderer not only took his life, but also trapped his soul. Or is there an evil spirit hiding in the house?

Han Jingyun was lucky enough to find some clues on the first day of investigation. Bai Ziyan's daily diet is fine, but there is a big problem with the bowl of medicine he must use every day before going to bed.

In the middle of the night, Han Jingyun flashed out of Yan Xinyuan dressed in black. He didn't know much about the layout of the White Mansion, so he chose a random direction to investigate. Unexpectedly, he happened to meet a sneaky servant , carrying a bag and walking towards the back door, and finally threw the bag into the kitchen waste to be removed the next morning.

After the boy left, Han Jingyun took the burden away, and opened it when he returned to Yan Xinyuan to inspect it. After seeing it, his face immediately darkened.

The smell and ingredients of this medicinal dregs are clearly the same as the decoction that Bai Ziyan must drink every day before going to bed, and in this medicinal dregs, there is an extra herb that is extremely difficult to detect. This medicinal herb is completely harmless if eaten alone, but if If it is taken together with a few specific herbs, it will be chronic and highly poisonous. As long as the toxicity accumulates enough, even gods will not be able to save the person who takes the medicine.

The soul in Bai Ziyan's body now, but his brother, how could Han Jingyun bear such a thing to happen?

At that moment, he quietly entered Bai Ziyan's bedroom, and after feeling his pulse, he finally calmed down a little. Poisoning this soup should have happened in the past few days, and there is still a chance to recover.

Bai Ziyan, who was sleeping, looked very much like Zhu Xiyan under the dim moonlight, which made Han Jingyun feel a little dazed for a while, and raised his right hand unconsciously. When he suddenly recovered, his hand was already hanging on the He touched the top of Bai Ziyan's face, and he was within a hair's breadth of touching it.

Han Jingyun withdrew his hand and quickly left Bai Ziyan's bedroom, but he didn't know that after he turned and left, Bai Ziyan, who was supposed to be sleeping on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

"Brother An..."

This is a title that Bai Ziyan dare not call out in his heart. He loves his knowledgeable master, but because of the secular world and because of his protection of An Shuyan, he dare not tell anyone about his suppressed emotions. , already fermented in the chest cavity, he didn't know how long he could suppress it, maybe, at the end of the suppression, it would burst out uncontrollably.

At that time, Master...Brother An, you will leave him far away, right?

"Brother An, I like you, I really like you, I like you so much..."

Han Jingyun originally thought that the murderer hiding in the dark started to poison Bai Ziyan's decoction, and he still had time to save everything, but the next day, something happened suddenly.

"Married? My brothers haven't married yet, so why did you let me get married first? I..." Bai Ziyan wanted to say that he was only 15 years old, and his health was not good. If he got married, he might only hurt other girls. For such a person, the best result is to die alone. However, his parents have thousands of reasons to make him speechless. The words welling up in his throat are blocked time and time again. The pain was endless, and his face was instantly pale as paper.

"Yan'er, parents are doing it for your own good. We found a very famous fortune-teller to calculate it. You are destined to have a catastrophe this year. Only by getting married and happy can you get through this catastrophe safely, even if it's just for your parents. An Xin, you have to be obedient too, okay? Don't worry, the girl from the Li family is a lady with a great personality, and she is a perfect match for you..."

Next, Bai Ziyan didn't listen to what his father and mother said. When he returned to Yan Xinyuan in a daze, his whole state was like a wandering spirit, which shocked Han Jingyun.

"What's the matter? Why is your complexion so bad?" Could it be caused by toxicity?

Han Jingyun was startled, and quickly took Bai Ziyan's pulse, and found that there was no major problem with his body, but his mood fluctuated violently. Presumably, it was his parents who asked him to talk about something. Unable to regain his composure, Han Jingyun called the little book boy over to inquire.

"Your master and wife, what exactly did you say? Your young master was hit so hard?" Bai Ziyan's current situation, isn't it the depression of being hit hard?

"Master and wife told the young master about their marriage. It's a girl from the Li family in the east of the city. She said that the girl is very nice and suitable for my young master. She also said that the young master is in a catastrophe today, and he has to get married to get through it. But the young master listened a little bit. I'm not happy either..." Xiaoshu was still young, so naturally he didn't understand emotional matters, he just felt that having parents to arrange marriage for him was the best thing, and this kind of good thing would probably last forever. It's not his turn as a servant.

"Marriage? Great catastrophe?" Whether this catastrophe was determined by God or man-made is really uncertain.

"Is this marriage decided by the master or by the wife?" The sudden development of the matter made Han Jingyun have to suspect that Bai Ziyan's next tragic situation was related to his parents.

But, can biological parents be so cruel to their children?Not only killing people, but also arresting souls, no one who has the deepest hatred of the Three Lives Three Worlds, I am afraid that they will not be able to do such a cruelty.

"This kind of thing is naturally arranged by the madam. The madam has always loved the young master. She doesn't love the young master so much..."

"Master?"

Hearing the little book boy mention it, Han Jingyun just remembered that since he entered the White Mansion to give lectures to Bai Ziyan for two months, he had never seen the young master who is the twin of Bai Ziyan?

Among them, there was a faint sense of weirdness, which Han Jingyun had to pay attention to.

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