Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Lift your chin and glance at him,

But then, Gu Zisu's face was like a thorn, piercing into his heart.

An extremely thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh.

He narrowed his eyes and quickly looked away.

As if trying his best to endure something, he left.

No overt attacks on him.

After all, it was the Prime Minister's Mansion. If he launched an attack on the spot and Gu Shu found out, it would be a hundred harms but no good.

It's a pity that I didn't do anything cruel before to stain his face.

Now that I see it, it’s really terrible.

Yang Nanmu glanced at Gu Zirong behind him.

Its appearance is unremarkable and unremarkable,

This comparison is really...

Heartbroken.

"Father father"

Gu Zirong shrank his neck and did not dare to speak.

Like a quail.

He had been severely disciplined since he was a child, and he did not dare to disobey his father's orders at all.

I mean it when I say it, and I am even more afraid of his eyes.

He probably also hated Gu Zisu. Seeing Gu Zisu walk away, he stumbled and said,

"Father, please think of a way to treat him quickly."

"He is now cured of his illness and has regained his mother's favor. If this continues, I...I..."

"Look at your unfulfilled look!"

Yang Nanmu patted him hard on the shoulder,

"All the lessons I taught you before were in vain!? If you marry the third emperor's daughter like you are now, you will be beaten by those little concubines in less than three days."

"What did I tell you before? Don't panic when something happens, think of a solution first. You always beg me, can I help you for the rest of your life?!"

".I.My.Father"

Gu Zirong didn't dare to speak, feeling aggrieved.

"With your temper, I really don't know who you are like. Go back and punish the man's ring a hundred times!"

Yang Nanmu was particularly angry today.

After scolding him all over his face, he still felt angry.

He grabbed the flesh on his arm and scolded him all the way.

".Father.Father"

Gu Zirong grimaced in pain and dared not move even after being scolded.

Being dragged along all the way was very funny.

Soon, there was no one in the corridor.

"Young Master——Young Master——"

Zhuqing ran back from the yard excitedly.

Open the door and run in.

"Sir, just now I heard the doctor scolding Gu Zirong. He kept scolding him!"

Zhuqing's loud voice echoed in the yard.

Half a month has passed, and the yard is newer than before.

Gu Shu specially ordered the housekeeper to plant some shade trees in the yard.

The butler immediately obeyed the instructions given by the master.

After being busy in other places, the originally bare yard suddenly became filled with many vibrant vegetation.

The ground is no longer bare and uneven, it is covered with grass blankets.

There are short flowers and plants in the corners, and tall fruit trees have been transplanted near the main house.

The lush greenery seems to be covered with a layer of bright clothes, and the colors are much brighter.

Looking around, it doesn't look that shabby.

"Master?"

Zhu Qing saw his young master sitting in a wheelchair again, sitting quietly under the eaves and corridor, like a sculpture.

I have been sitting in a wheelchair all year round. The wheelchair is very old and the armrests are worn smooth.

The man in snow-white plain clothes, even though his legs and feet were healed, still remained unchanged despite the rain, sitting in a wheelchair, silent and silent.

It’s not boring at all and you can sit there all day long.

No matter how bright the sun was outside, I just sat motionless, like a piece of wood.

He would always look at the door of the yard quietly, not knowing what he was looking at.