Twin Brocade

Chapter 459 Turn to Ashes
Fang Ziquan hugged him tightly and said, "Cousin Mo, wake up!"

Gong Wenjue squatted down, picked up and unfolded the messy paper balls on the ground one by one.

On those papers, most of them are just a few sketches, some are back, some are eyebrows, some are smiles...even, there are different ages: naughty as a child, graceful and graceful as a girl...

But without exception, they were all the same woman.

It turned out that it was because of love.Gong Wenjue secretly said in his heart, but the more he looked at this woman, the more familiar he looked.Isn't this eyebrow the fourth girl of the Fang family?

He arranged all the papers and put them on the desk, and put away the pens, inks, papers and inkstones that had been left indiscriminately.On the drawing paper on the desk, Fang Jinshu was even more lifelike, even every strand of hair was alive and agile.

These paintings were all made by Hao Junmo under deep thoughts, and each one is filled with his strong affection.Fang Jinshu in the painting is light, playful, or quiet, just like an elf descending from the sky, showing the most beautiful posture.

Fang Ziquan also saw these paintings, and his complexion changed drastically.

Such a painting, as long as outsiders see it, they can understand Hao Junmo's affection for Fang Jinshu.But the Fang and Hao families are destined not to be in-laws.Firstly, the eldest uncle disagreed, and secondly, Fang Jinshu had no intention of treating Hao Junmo.

He knew that his mother was already looking after her younger sister's marriage, and it seemed that she had a clue recently.It's just that it hasn't been decided yet, and no word has been revealed.At this time, there must be no gossip.

Don't think that Hao Junmo is wishful thinking, but as long as this matter is revealed, outsiders will only say that the fourth girl of the Fang family has acted frivolously with Meng Lang, and will instead sympathize with the infatuated Hao Junmo.

This world is so unfair to women, and there is no tolerance for mistakes.Even though, the woman herself is not at fault.

"Wake up! Wake up!" Fang Ziquan shook Hao Junmo's body vigorously, annoyed and annoyed.

He was angry with himself and Hao Junmo, angry with himself for not discovering what was wrong with him earlier, and also angry with Hao Junmo for not caring about his body.He was annoyed, annoyed that Hao Junmo let his emotions go, and capriciously drew the appearance of the brocade book below.

Seeing Fang Ziquan's expression, Gong Wenjue knew something was wrong.

Fang Jinshu was originally Hao Junmo's cousin, so it would not be difficult for the two families to get married.But looking at the current situation, it is clearly not the case.Then, these paintings are very inappropriate.

He pressed the paintings with a paperweight, strode to the door, and asked the boy who brought them here: "Has anyone else entered this study?"

"No," the boy replied, "Even the master and wife sent people here, but the young master beat them out."

"Has anyone touched the things inside?" Gong Wenjue asked.

"Someone has been guarding the outside all the time, and no one has touched it." As Hao Junmo's personal servant, he is very clear about the young master's thoughts, and he also knows the seriousness of this matter.

Hao Junmo's mind is not clear at the moment, and after discussing with the young men, they all decided to keep the matter a secret.Not only did they look closely at the study room, but the people sent by Fang Muqing and Hao Yunxi also blocked them back on the grounds that the young master was studying in the study room.

Fortunately, although this excuse is reluctant, it has never been revealed.It wasn't until Hao Junmo ordered someone to invite Hao Junmo out to meet the guests yesterday when there were visitors to the house, they couldn't hide it, and they said that the young master was hurt by studying and couldn't get up.

Hao Yunguo ordered people to check, but they kept them out, but they also smelled alcohol in the room.Only then did Hao Yungui lose his temper and ordered Hao Junmo to leave the study today.

The boys understood that relying on their own strength alone, they couldn't hide or persuade the young master.When Fang Ziquan's greeting card arrived yesterday, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.If Fang Ziquan didn't come today, they also planned to ask him for help.

"Well done." Gong Wenjue praised, and ordered: "Go and get a charcoal basin." The boy knew what he wanted to do, so he gave a thousand thanks and ran away quickly.

After a while, two young servants carried a charcoal basin into the house.

Gong Wenjue picked up the stack of drawing papers, put them in one by one, and watched the paintings slowly turn to ashes.

"What are you doing?!" Hao Junmo, who was as weak as a puddle of mud, suddenly opened his eyes and was about to jump up to stop him.

However, he has been sleepless these days, and his body has long lost his strength.Grabbed by Fang Ziquan, he asked angrily, "No, what else do you want?"

He sympathizes with Hao Junmo, but that doesn't mean he has to pay for his sister's reputation.

"Do you want her to be blamed by everyone?" Fang Ziquan grabbed his skirt and asked in a low voice, "Where is your sanity? Where did you go!"

Hao Junmo's complexion turned pale, and his lips were even dry.He didn't listen to Fang Ziquan's questioning, he just struggled to snatch the painting from Gong Wenjue's hand.

Such a beautiful woman gradually turned to ashes in the firelight.

"No! Let me go!" Hao Junmo's voice was hoarse, and the despair in his eyes was palpitating.why why? !He didn't dare to disturb her. Could it be that he couldn't even miss her quietly?
Gong Wenjue ignored it, and burned the painting in his hand methodically.He burned it so carefully that not even a scrap of paper was left.After everything was cooked, he clapped his hands, stood up and told the servant: "Go get a basin of cold water, and bring a bowl of hot porridge."

Although the master of these servants is Hao Junmo, the young master obviously needs help right now.Gong Wenjue came with Young Master Biao, and handled things neatly.After getting his order, he left in a hurry.

Gong Wenjue squatted down, looked at Hao Junmo and said in a deep voice, "I know you are in pain, but what's the use of pain?"

"Days will pass, and the sun will rise. How long do you think you can hide here? A few days, weeks, months, can you hide for a lifetime?"

He didn't care whether Hao Junmo listened or not, he signaled Fang Ziquan to come with him, and carried Hao Junmo to the arhat bed in the study for a nap.

Fang Ziquan hated iron but said: "Look at you, what have you become? You don't even think about your eldest aunt, how sad she will be when you look like this."

He has never experienced love disasters, so he really doesn't understand why a good person can be decadent like this.

Gong Wenjue knew the pain of not being in love, and also understood Hao Junmo.Because of Fang Jinpei's design, he almost lost Fang Jinhui.He can understand that feeling.

But as a man, he doesn't allow himself to let go like this.

So he knew that Hao Junmo couldn't listen to anything at this time.The only cure for him is time.And what they can do as friends is to cheer him up.

The boy fetched water, and the towel soaked in cold water covered Hao Junmo's face, making him tremble.Although his mind was still not clear, his body was activated, and there was a loud "grunt" sound of hunger in his abdomen.

(End of this chapter)