Fragrance Beauty

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Chen House, in the afternoon.

In the simple and elegant house, the incense burner was steaming with fragrant fragrance, and the old man beside Queen Chen was closing her eyes and recuperating.

The scent of mist is scented, which is a good submerged fragrance.

This is Chen Fu, the queen of Chen's family. He is the deputy **** around Queen Chen. The queen gave his surname Chen, and everyone in the palace called him Chen Gonggong.

Chen Fuzhong, Ding Liaoluo, sometimes he had to come and sit.

An old-looking butler stood behind him and reported the matter of the government's income and expenditure this month, and suddenly the topic turned to the new Changting Jun.

The steward's surname is Zheng, an old slave who has been in Chen Fuzhong for more than ten years.

Zheng Guanjia didn't know the origin of Changting Jun, but criticized the child's actions.

After hearing the gap between his words, Gong Chen raised his eyes and asked, "Is there something wrong with this boy?"

Zheng steward saw Zheng steward strenuously, and said busyly: "There is nothing wrong with it, but this child's acting style is weird.

"Oh? What a weird way."

When the steward Zheng talked about this, he kept talking about: "The boy doesn't sleep at night, and likes to sit at the window sill, observing people obscurely. When the big guy gets up at night, he is scared several times. He doesn't eat. With others, let others not touch what he has touched. "

Chen Gonggong's heart moved slightly, but he said, "The eyes of a little child, you are also afraid, the more you live, the more you will lose sight."

"Then you don't know. The kid's eyes are terrible. The cold one looks like a ghost crawling out of hell." Zheng Guanjia justified himself.

"Yes, Father Gong, I heard that when this boy came, you took it in personally, and the origin of this boy ..."

"Zheng Shi." Chen Gonggong's tone was not light but he implied a warning. "Some words, I only say it once, you listen to me, don't ask if you shouldn't."

Mr. Zheng's face changed, and he hurriedly grinned: "Yes, yes, I dare not inquire."

As he said, he poured cups of tea for Gong Chen and handed them over.

"Um." Father Gong took it, opened the tea cup, lowered his head and took a sip, and suddenly thought of something, looked up and said lightly, "Yes, you called me that kid, I have something to ask him in person."

"Yes."

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Chen Fuzhong's backyard is full of greenery and hot summer days. Under a canopy-like tree, a little child is sleeping.

Sometimes, it was not his intention to eavesdrop on the corner, but it was where he stayed that a few people would come to whisper.

Had a little indulgence in the shade.

There was a meow in the ear, and Chang Tingjun opened his eyes subconsciously, and the dark eyes opened a cold light at the moment of opening.

The whole person was unconsciously tense.

Until I saw a fat orange cat sitting on a branch licking the soles of the feet, the alert chill at the bottom of the eyes faded away.

He leaned against the leaves and looked at the blue sky, dreaming.

Suddenly there was a shadow over his head. Someone looked down and stared down.

Changting Jun stared blankly at the past.

From beginning to end, there was no trace of fluctuations to this uninvited guest.

A few moments later, Zheng steward Zheng conceded: "Small, isn't it often? Walk with me and Grandpa Chen will find you."

After speaking, he turned around and walked.

Chang Tingjun slowly stood up from the ground, patted the mud on his body, and followed the steps of the housekeeper Zheng in front.

The sun scorched the ground, and under the big banyan tree in the mansion, Chen Gonggong stood with his hands on his back, facing the housekeeper Zheng and Chang Tingjun who came over.

"Gonggong Chen, Xiaochang brought it here." The steward Zheng said respectfully.

Chen Gonggong turned, and a pair of old and overwhelmed Fanghua fell on the silent Changting Jun with invisible sharp eyes, but he said to the housekeeper Zheng, "Go on."

Manager Zheng gave a curious glance at Chang Tingjun, arched his hand, and retreated quietly.

There was a moist wind in the air, which brought a fragrance of osmanthus. Chang Tingjun blinked and became calm again.

Gong Chen stared at Chang Tingjun for a while.

Chang Tingjun was silent.

After that day, he didn't talk much and became more silent.

For five days, no one had heard him say a word. Some even suspected that he was dumb.

But Gong Chen knows that the boy is not only a dumb man, but also has a clear voice and a clear voice.

At present, he is the only person in the government who knows the origin of the boy. The slaves who were present at the scene on the day, were all sent out of the house on the day when the boy appeared, sealed with gold and silver, and left the country.

The queen mother-in-law did not leak the matter. However, the father-in-law did not understand why the little boy who looked cold and cold and did not show any color could make so many people work for him.

Could it be his mother who saved him by death?

Chen Gonggong put his hands behind his back, rubbing a string of fine bodhi between his fingers. He slowly said: "I heard that the days you came to the mansion caused a lot of trouble."

Chang Tingjun's eyes looked around, and it seemed that he hadn't heard what Zheng steward was saying.

Gong Chen smiled lightly: "What's the matter, and still plan to continue pretending to be dumb? I tell you, the queen mother saved you at first, and that was your child's blessing. But if you don't know the graciousness, continue to cause trouble, when This flea's mud monkey is strange, and I'll get you out of your house immediately. "

"You know, the people at the Six Doors and the Imperial City Division are now looking for you, and the city is full of your notices. Once you don't get our protection, you will soon be taken away by any of them. "

The original purpose of Chen Gonggong was to reprimand Changting Jun, so that he knew his identity. Unexpectedly, these words came to an end, and Chang Tingjun's cold eyes turned to him immediately.

The expressionless face was inlaid with two dark and cold eyes. At first glance, the coldness caused a chill on the backbone.

Chen Gonggong was surprised: this boy, he will not be something in the pool.

"You dare not," Chang Tingjun said, the first sentence he said was provocation. Icy provocations.

The letter said, with his expressionless face, it seemed as if he had just said something that was not irritating.

Scolded by this yellow-mouthed child, Chen Gonggong suddenly felt unhappy and frowned, "Why don't I dare?"

Chang Tingjun raised his head lightly, his voice cleared: "Because of hiding the court's fate, it is tantamount to bullying the king."

It was still a very concise sentence. He seemed to feel strenuous and unwilling to say one more word, but each word was in the middle of the word, poking directly at the dead point.

Chen Gong's face was calm, but his heart was shocked, and he turned up a shocking wave. Can this eight-year-old child say something?