His Highness, Don’t Leave! I Will Lose Weight For You!

Every day, the various forces come to visit with different purposes. There are daughters in the family and the elders who have not left the pavilion will bring them to sit, hoping to be favored by Young Master Yun, and take a step to the sky.

The whole Yunzhuang became lively, and the people who came every day were in an endless stream. This made Yun Zhu's mood gradually impatient, but no one saw his impatience. Everyone just assumed that he was still like a son. There is no slightest mistake in dealing with people and things, coupled with too good looks and personal charm, every lady who comes will involuntarily be immersed in the fantasy of marrying Master Yun.

The entire Yunzhuang has become a place where everyone is rushing, and it gets bustling day by day.

Among the busy things, Yun Zhu simply dropped it directly, and came alone under the tree in the future for a long time, enjoying a moment of tranquility, and the clamoring noise finally left.

Over the head, there was a familiar voice.

"Hey, aren't you tired?"

He opened his eyes and saw the man with his head hanging on the tree.

Her joking and sympathetic look made him uncomfortably far away/

She jumped down from the tree and said, "Do you play the piano?"

Yun Zhu only paused, but silently began to fiddle with the guzheng.

But after the song, she frowned slightly.

"Your piano is chaotic, and you have troubles, you can't calm down."

When this sentence reached his ears, he was calm, and for the first time someone could understand his piano.

"Ah, your piano sound is not good today."

It was also the first time...someone criticized his piano so directly.

But he was not half unhappy, but he was a little happy.

The eyes of the woman in front of her were clean and thorough, like the sky. Unlike the people he had seen, those who came to visit were without exception, their eyes had calculations and plans.

That's why he was tired of coping.

Therefore, there will be so little care in his heart.

But now, this clean person appeared again, when he thought he wouldn't care, appeared again, this time completely aroused his emotions.

The woman also stretched out her hand to touch his piano and said, "You are very tired, so I am sorry for your piano."

Yun Zhu just opened the corner of his mouth gently and said, "Girl, who are you."

For the first time, he actively wanted to know the name of a person and know who she was.

But she sold a pass and said, "Who am I? I don't know who I am. You can only treat me as a stranger, son."

He froze for a moment, he... was this rejected?

The first active inquiry was rejected.

Does she know who she is?

"Puff."

The woman laughed.

"What's your expression? Isn't it the first time that the magnificent Yunzhuang owner was rejected?"

"you know me."

The woman did not deny, saying: "You have taken in a lot of refugees. Yunzhuang's reputation has always been very good. What's more, Young Master Yun is the lover of many girls' dreams. I naturally know that."

Here, he was aroused interest.

The woman paused and said, "You are a good person."

Yun Zhu has heard countless praises and good things about him, but he has never heard such comments.

Good guy?

Is he a good person?

"You are a good person, but you are not a happy good person. No, to be precise, you are not happy at all. In fact, you don't need to smile when you don't want to smile."

The woman didn't seem to know how earth-shattering the words she said, nor what kind of storms her words caused in his heart.

Yun Zhu always remembered this sentence, remembering what she said, you don't need to smile when you don't want to smile.

"I'm leaving, the troubled world... is about to begin, I still have a lot of things to do, maybe I won't hear you playing the piano anymore."

Leaving this sentence, the woman disappeared.

He stood for a long time before returning.

Since then, everyone in Zhuangzi found that the Zhuangzi, who had always been very consistent, gradually looked like a person.

Yes, there are people who are happy, angry, sad.

Originally, since the death of the former wife of the owner, that is, Yun Zhu's mother, their young owner seemed to be a perfect person, but where is there a perfect person in the world? This makes many subordinates feel that the son is not like a human, but more like a perfect machine educated by his wife.

But now, the son can be like a human.

He began to reject those who didn't want to see people, and also rejected countless kindnesses that he didn't want to accept. More importantly, he had his own meaning.

If the original Yun Zhu was the lover in the girls' dreams, then the current Young Master Yun is an unattainable person.

He is still very gentle, but such gentleness is no longer an indiscriminate treatment, and even those calm and unwavering eyes have more expressions.

Yunzhuang was happy for the son from the bottom of his heart, but began to worry about the important things in his life.

But I don’t know when, he has quietly lived in a beautiful shadow in his heart. When the dreams revolve, the one that often appears in the dream is that smiling face, that smile is too warm and warm. People want to catch.

He started to take time out to go to the tree every day, but day after day, the figure did not appear.

Another year passed.

The troubled times are even more chaotic.

Yunzhuang no longer accepts more refugees, and he has also begun to consciously cultivate new successors. He still goes under the peach blossom tree every day.

Until one day, after a year, he saw her again.

She smelled of blood.

"Oh, I'm sorry, this is not my blood. I haven't come to remember to change my clothes. I just passed by here and stopped by. I didn't expect you to be there."

When he stood there, he suddenly felt that the blood stains were an eyesore.

"You seem to have changed."

The woman looked at him up and down, and said something like this.

And he pouted.

The woman smiled and said, "Are you still playing the piano?"

She looked at the piano, it seemed as if it had fallen into dust, and had not been touched for some time.

"Can you play it for me?"

After all, he sat down, the piano sounded, and the woman sat on the tree and listened quietly, but there was a touch of fatigue in her face, as if she had experienced a lot of things.

He wanted to explore, but he didn't ask, he just pressed the string and opened it according to the familiar behavior in his memory.

After a song, the remaining sound curls up.

He opened his mouth again and asked, "Who are you."

The breeze blew gently, blowing her hair up, and she raised a familiar smile again, the familiar arc, the more familiar warmth.

This time, she finally had an answer.

"Han Fei, my name is Han Fei."

This name, since then, has been branded in the bottom of my heart, and it can no longer be obliterated. It cannot be obliterated for a thousand years.