I just want to repair a flute [Martial Arts]

Yun Chuxiu held the black piece in his hand and moved the chess piece while chatting with Yuan Dongyuan in a casual manner.

Yuan Dongyuan assured him that he had sent someone to hold Yuan Suiyun back, so at least he would not come over when they were talking, so he spoke freely: "Uncle, your son is really difficult to deal with! Sometimes I feel that I understand him very well, and sometimes I feel that I understand nothing. For example, this outfit was actually forced on me by your son. I really didn't want to wear it myself."

He will file a complaint without hesitation, he is such a fiery man!

However, Yuan Dongyuan looked at his charming face and his clear male voice and felt that his mood was too complicated to describe: "...but I heard that every time you appear in front of people, you are dressed like this. Even Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang call you Miss Yun." In short, he always felt that even if Yun Chuxiu was a miracle doctor, he had a problem with his brain.

After all, no matter what a normal man looks like, he would be willing to run around looking like a woman.

Yun Chuxiu: "..." God can see that he just never found a chance to change clothes! He finally changed his clothes in Shenshui Palace, but when he came out, he was caught by Yuan Suiyun and changed back. How could he explain this?
He blurted out subconsciously: "I disguised myself as a woman in the beginning just to hide from your son, but who knew it was useless..." But thinking about how Yuan Suiyun's Bat Island was selling information himself, he would be asking for trouble if he felt he could bypass the other party.

Perhaps, deep down in my heart, I am actually expecting someone to come to me?
As soon as his heartstrings were plucked, his chess moves suddenly changed. Yuan Dongyuan tapped the chessboard with the chess piece and reminded him, "Be calm."

Halfway through the game of chess, the sky suddenly darkened. Yun Chuxiu noticed the change in the light in the room, turned his head and looked out the window, and saw the silent light smoke and sparse rain covering the pavilions and towers, and the plants in the garden became more and more green. He couldn't help but smile happily, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, but frowned and commented: "Why is this tea only washed twice? Such a good Ziyang Silver Needle is wasted!"

After saying that, he actually stood up and unceremoniously poured out the cup of tea in front of Yuan Dongyuan, as well as the tea in his hand. He took the teapot and brewed a new pot of tea. While brewing, he said to Yuan Dongyuan at the other end of the table: "The drizzle wets my clothes but I can't see it. The flowers fall to the ground but I can hear no sound. It's rare to have such weather. After you finish playing chess, do you want to go out for a walk with me?"

After that, he casually placed a chess piece, as if he had not thought about the next move at all. However, Yuan Dongyuan looked at the chessboard, pondered for a moment, looked up at him in surprise, and then slowly put down the white piece in his hand. "No."

So not long after, Yun Chuxiu happily opened the door and jumped into the misty rain. The drizzle wet his long hair, and his thin skirt seemed to have sensed his cheerful mood and fluttered like a butterfly's wings.

Old Qiao had been guarding outside the study, listening attentively to the movements inside. At this moment, he saw this man push the door and walk away, as if he had not been warned at all. He was very surprised.

Because he was the most trusted confidant of Yuan Dongyuan's confidants. And because he knew how shocked and angry Yuan Dongyuan was when he learned that Yuan Suiyun was inseparable from a man and even went to Shenshui Palace to kill himself for him.

How could a father who loves his son as much as his life tolerate this? !
However, the damned vixen was in this study room, and the young master did not lose his mind as he expected, and did not cry and fight against the old master, but went back to his room honestly. He even prepared to kill someone and then die to apologize to Yuan Suiyun, but Yuan Dongyuan did not ask him to come in.

Now, Yun Chuxiu walked out of the study room unharmed!

Mr. Qiao couldn't figure out what was going on, so he pushed open the door of the study.

Yuan Dongyuan was sitting at the table drinking tea.

He was in a good mood, and when he saw Mr. Qiao, he smiled and called him, "Come, Qiao Ren, try this tea. It's the newly picked Ziyang Silver Needle tea, which I just brewed with mountain spring water. See if it suits your taste."

Mr. Qiao was also a tea lover. Hearing what he said, he immediately picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup. He tasted it, it was a little bitter at first, but then it was filled with fragrance. The fragrance lingered on his tongue, making him reluctant to swallow it. He felt that today's tea was a hundred times better than what he usually drank.

"Good, good tea!" He took another sip, chewed it slowly, closed his eyes and savored the sweet aftertaste. "I haven't tasted your cooking skills for a long time. It seems that you have made great progress! But... Old Master, you actually made tea for him yourself?! How could that little vixen deserve such courtesy from you!"

As he spoke, he could not help but get angry. Yuan Dongyuan looked at his expression and could not help but smile and shook his head.

"you are wrong."

"Hmm?" "This tea was not brewed by me, but by Mr. Yun just now." He turned his head and looked at the chess game on the chessboard, his expression became even more profound. "Not only does he brew tea well, he also plays chess very well. He is a smart man."

Old Qiao's hand trembled, and the teacup in his hand almost fell to the ground. He stared at Yuan Dongyuan, as if he wanted to reach out and test whether he was seriously ill - they had clearly come here to question him, but now, the owner of the manor was actually praising that vixen? !
"...Could it be that the man is really a fox in human form?" He muttered to himself. "Even you, the owner of the manor, have lost your mind?"

"Haha!" Yuan Dongyuan laughed. "He's good-looking, can write poetry and drink tea, and can play chess with me. I see the flute on his waist, which is both a musical instrument and a weapon. I think he must be an expert in instrumental music. He's still so young, and he's really elegant... If I were still Suiyun's age, I'd probably be attracted to him, too."

"It's not difficult to admit that my son has good vision." He said lightly. "If he really lost his mind and went against me because of a man who is always like this, then I would be mad at him."

It seemed to be true, but Qiao Ren always felt something was wrong. He held the teacup and walked around anxiously before he hastily retorted, "Master, are you planning to just let it go? The young master is your only son! Marrying a wife and having children is his responsibility, and it is also the inheritance of Wuzheng Villa. How can you let him go astray like this?!"

Yuan Dongyuan seemed not to hear his words, but said in a deep voice: "In fact, I think... he is quite similar to Yu Bo." Especially the scene of playing chess and making tea while listening to the sound of rain, it made him return to the distant past, the memory of Sun Yu Bo before he went to Jiangnan. At that time, the old man who was famous all over the world was still a young man with witty words and great ambitions, and his hair had not yet been stained with frost.

That was many, many years ago. It is rainy days like this that are most likely to bring back memories.

He also had to admit that because he loved Yun Chuxiu, his anger towards him diminished a little when he thought about the past.

"What?!" Old Qiao frowned and denied it. "Before in the Sun Mansion, the old man treated him like a stranger. He only valued him a little more because he wanted him to treat his illness. Moreover, since Madam Sun passed away, his backyard has been vacant. Even if he didn't want to remarry, if he had a child outside, would he not let him recognize his ancestors and let him wander around?"

"You misunderstood." Yuan Dongyuan quickly waved his hand and pointed at him. "You... it's fine if you say that in front of me, but luckily Yu Bo is not here, otherwise if he hears, I can't protect you!"

He smiled and said, "I don't doubt that he is Yu Bo's illegitimate son, but the world is so strange. Some people in this world always have some inexplicable similarities. In my opinion, with his character, he is very suitable for practicing Yu Bo's martial arts, but because of Sui Yun, this will probably not be accomplished."

Qiao Ren frowned and said unhappily: "This is the old man's business, you don't need to worry too much. Let's talk about the young master." He hoped that Yun Chuxiu, the vixen, would go away as far as possible from his young master. How could he agree with such words! It was because his master was kind-hearted and loved talents that he could have such a kind thought.

"Don't you know Suiyun's character? From childhood to adulthood, as long as he wants something, is there anything he can't get?" At this point, Yuan Dongyuan smiled bitterly, as if he had thought of something bad, and a very complicated look flashed in his eyes. "That Mr. Yun said that he was forced by Suiyun. As a father, I should have refuted him fiercely, because my Suiyun has always been gentle, well-educated, and would never hurt others at will, but..."

Knowing son Moruo father.

If Yuan Suiyun was really so gentle, harmless, kind and affectionate, Yun Chuxiu would be a dead man now. As a father, he naturally couldn't bear to hear others slander his excellent son. His life was about to come to an end, and Yuan Suiyun was the continuation of his life and the greatest achievement of his life!
——But he couldn't pretend that he knew nothing.

"Impossible!" Old Qiao was very excited and could not wait to refute. "Our young master is of noble birth and so outstanding. He can get any woman he wants. Why would he have a special liking for a man like him? In my opinion, it must be that vixen who played some tricks to make him-"

"Okay, I'm just talking to you. After all, I want to separate them." Yuan Dongyuan interrupted him. He never had the hobby of insulting people, and he would not look down on Yun Chuxiu because of this. On the contrary, the fact that the arrogant son was so devoted to her proved that she was excellent.

"Let's do everything according to the plan first." He ordered casually. "If there is any unusual movement on Suiyun's side, report it to me first. Don't think of killing him to get rid of it once and for all. If it affects the father-son relationship between Suiyun and me, it will only be a loss. Besides, isn't it harder to forget the dead than the living?"

Yuan Dongyuan said with a hint of melancholy: "In this world, death is the only thing that is eternal and unchanging."

(End of this chapter)