Return or not

"Fenglihuang, please explain to me clearly!" Liu Yan was awakened early in the morning, it turned out that it was Hong Yao, "My father lived in Moliju, how can I leave it to this kid?" Hong Yao was full of dissatisfaction , broke into Wutong Pavilion, and called Lihuang by his name. "His father? He used to live here with Master?" Liu Yan had an uncomfortable feeling in his heart, "I just want Master to be by my side." There was a feeling that ownership was threatened, but he didn't realize it.

"Why? Because your father is not worthy. Mo Liju, Mo Li! He only cares about his fame and wealth, and he has no right to live here! Besides, he left on his own initiative, which has nothing to do with others!" Li Huang's words were cold again.

The dew slid down from the sycamore tree and dripped into the pond, creating ripples, which disturbed Liu Zhi's heart. He opened the door and was about to go out to explain, but he heard again, "But you, the sycamore pavilion, used to be my It's arranged by my father, if you don't want to be my master, why do you want to...?" Hong Yao made up for his father's grievances, and only exchanged Li Huang's words, "You can go and tell him that I took his old house away. At worst, he would lead someone to slaughter my Wutong Pavilion, just like he slaughtered the family that hindered him!" Seeing that Liu Yan had woken up, Li Huang didn't speak anymore, but just motioned for Liu Yan to wash up and have breakfast.

Hong Yao made fun of herself, so she just gave Liu Yan a look, "I hate you!" and left.

Liu Yan wanted to ask about Hong Yao's father, but when he caught a glimpse of the master's gloomy face, he held back. Forget it, let's ask someone else...

"Liu Yan" Lihuang walked up to Lu Qiqin, and said to Liu Yan who was stuffing buns into his mouth, "You have already learned to read and write. There are three rooms in my side hall, all of which are collections of books. You can read them first. If you don’t, ask me again, and I’ll teach you.” As he spoke, he lightly shoved the strings with a handkerchief woven from natural silk.

When Liu Yan came to the side hall, he found the room where the books were stored. When he saw the room on the right, he remembered what the master said, "the one on the far right of the three rooms is all kinds of sword manuals, and the essence of martial arts. When it comes to practicing martial arts and swordsmanship." , you are five years old, it is not too late to learn now, read "Li" and "Yi" every morning until lunch break, and I will personally teach you martial arts in the afternoon."

Liu Yan opened the door, and there are a lot of books inside, ranging from the Five Emperors of Yan and Huang to the history of the last dynasty. They are classified according to time and category. Liu Yan is a little dazed: so many?When do I want to see it?You won't just nest in this library for the rest of your life, will you?

Liu Cheng noticed that there are chess, calligraphy, and painting here, but there is a lack of books on Qin art. Master loves Qin so much, how come there is no piano score?He exited the room and saw a lock hanging on the door of the middle room. It seemed that only Jiuluan Chai could open the lock. He became even more curious. Just as he was about to try to unlock the lock, a bandaged hand grabbed him. Surprised, he took a few steps back to see who was coming.

"You...why are you here?" "I thought you stuttered only when you saw Lihuang, so you also stutter when you do bad things?!" Ying Shuo mockingly said, the corners of his mouth turned up, but his handsome face turned up. Because of the cover of the mask, even the smile was so stiff.

Liu Yan couldn't help stretching out his hand, and when he was about to touch Ying Shuo's face, Ying Shuo opened his hand mercilessly and said darkly, "Your curiosity will hurt your master, you better not Injure him! Mo---Liu Yan" voice echoed among the phoenix trees, but Ying Shuo was nowhere to be seen.

Liu Yan shuddered, why did he feel that he hated my last name?Thinking of that voice that was colder than Master's, Liu Yan trembled, it must be an illusion...

Liu Yan plunged into the sea of ​​books, trying to forget the unhappiness just now, but he couldn't forget the sentence: "Don't implicate your master..."