The head of the Yuan family does not want to be reincarnated in the Chanyuan

Chapter 398 New Year's Eve

"Master Shuo, please wait a moment." The maid hurriedly chased after Shuo of the Chanyuan with a feather in her hand, "It's cold and the dew is heavy, please put on your outer shirt, your hair hasn't been dried yet..."

"Give it to me." Yuan Manzhong said as he sat in front of the table, one maid was taking out the same meals and placing them on top, her movements were elegant and light, without making a sound, while the other was covering her sleeve with one hand, To prevent it from rubbing against the table, he held a small jar in the other hand and poured clear wine into the cup and bowl.

"Master Patriarch." The maid bent down and saluted, bowed her head and presented the feather weaving and the lightly textured scarf with both hands, and then stepped back slowly.

Yuan Manzhong took a feather and draped it over Zenyuan Shuo's body, and then took a towel and wiped his half-dry hair: "Suo, you always make me suspect that the people around you are It's useless."

"I'm extremely sorry, Patriarch." The maid said respectfully, kneeling on the ground with her forehead on the back of her folded hands.

"Nothing." Yuan Manzhong waved his hand, signaling to everyone in the room, including the maid who was preparing the dishes, to leave, then looked at Chanyuan Shuo who was sitting opposite him and picked up chopsticks, and said, "I told you before How do you think about it? Transfer Aoi to your side."

"Isn't Aoi in charge of these matters? You don't need to transfer it to me." Chanyuan Shuo refused, "I have enough people around me."

It's a pity that Yuan Manzhong's ideas did not reach an agreement with him, especially in this generation, the number of direct descendants of the Yuan family is close to the lowest point in history, except for himself, only because of the relatively large age difference, he is almost regarded as his son Shuo of the Chanyuan who was also raised in the same way, naturally no matter how many people are around him.

"Why don't you prepare your shadow fighters in advance." Yuan Manzhong shaved off the spines of the fish on the plate in front of him, and then exchanged with the one in front of Chanyuan Shuo very naturally, "It's just that Mu Yan can teach him."

"Mu Yan is it?" Chanyuan Shier sat down beside Chanyuan Shuo early in the morning, so confident that for a moment no one realized what was wrong, Gojo Wu also wanted to slip past, and was kindly told by Xia Youjie He picked it up, and in the midst of his busy schedule, he could still hear the voices of the two of them clearly, so he took the time to ask Yuan Qingzhi.

"It's Master Manzhong's shadow warrior, and also my teacher." Yuan Qingzhi's eyes fluctuated, and complex emotions flashed in him, "But at this time..." It shouldn't be time to choose a shadow warrior yet?

"Shadow Warriors should be looking for someone who is about my age, right?" Chanyuan Shuo said calmly, "At this age... I don't know who will take care of whom when I'm by my side."

"You can learn from Mu Yan first... Forget it, I haven't found anyone who can catch my eye." Yuan Manzhong took a sip of wine from the bowl and thought in his heart with some troubles. Personally, there will always be something that he is not satisfied with. Such a person going to be Shuo's Shadow Warrior... Sure enough, he still can't accept it.

"It's too high-sighted."

"What if it's not the best?" Yuan Manzhong raised his eyebrows, and said as a matter of course, "I can't be too far behind you, Shuo."

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask." Chanyuan Shuo propped his face with his hands, and the expression on his baby-fat face was lovable no matter how you looked at it, at least in Yuan Manzhong's eyes, "Obviously my My name is 'Yuan Manshuo', even if I called it, it should be 'Manshuo', why do you start calling me 'Suo'?"

"Don't you like it? I think it's more... kind to call it this way."

"It's not that I don't like it...but brother, it really came from you, right?" By the way, did you mean to say it was cute at the beginning?Chanyuan Shuo... No, Yuan Manshuo looked at him suspiciously, then pointed to the sweet soup in front of Yuan Manzhong's eyes and asked, "Then can you give me today's sweet soup, brother?"

"Don't rely on yourself to be so unscrupulous during the teeth changing period."

"It's because I don't have so many scruples during the period of changing teeth." Anyway, it's going to fall out, so naturally it has to play its final role.

"Reversal surgery can't cure tooth decay."

The two looked at each other for two seconds. Although it was not obvious, Yuan*dicon* Man Zhong was obviously helpless in front of Yuan Manshuo. He silently looked away, as if trying to maintain himself With the same dignity as an elder brother, he said seriously on the surface: "Only this time."

Yuan *doesn't know how many "only this one time"* Man Shuo nodded calmly, reached out and brought the sweet soup mainly made of tangerines to his eyes, and just after taking a bite, he heard the voice of sunflower coming from outside: "Lord Man Zhong, Master Shuo."

"Come in, Aoi."

The door was slowly opened, and Aoi held a tray in her hand, on which were placed cut persimmons, because they are mainly used for viewing, so they are not the type that will become soft and rotten after being ripe, and they will remain soft after cutting. Looking at the complete shape, it seems to be worried about the taste of the persimmon, and there is a small dish of honey beside it: "Master Shuo, your persimmon."

Yuan Manshuo put down the spoon in his hand, looked at the more attractive persimmons that exuded a faint fruit aroma after being cut, and thought that this would not be unpalatable, right?He picked up a piece and took a bite carefully. After chewing a bit, his originally calm expression froze on his face.

He lowered his head and glanced at the very deceptive persimmon with an unbelievable look. Its appearance is completely inversely proportional to its taste. It should be ripe. How can it be so bitter and astringent?

"How is it?" Yuan Manzhong asked a little funny.

"I don't know if it's a problem with the sweet soup..." Yuan Manshuo tried dipping a persimmon into the honey. It was okay at the beginning, but when the honey on the surface was eaten, he felt the contrast of sweetness with the honey. It tastes even more unacceptable bitterness, "Well, it's hard to eat in itself."

"It's said that it is specially cultivated for viewing, and what you get is what you lose." Yuan Manzhong said with a smile, and then pushed the bowl containing the sweet soup, "Let's eat this."

"One more thing, Master Manzhong." Kui asked Yuan Manzhong for instructions, "This year's annual ceremony should also be prepared in advance, or should it follow the previous year's specifications?"

Although it is only mid-October, there is still more than a month before the Chinese New Year, but the annual gift itself is more troublesome. If you need a large batch, you need to book a long time in advance. Three, six, nine, etc. Generally speaking, the more aristocratic and noble the family, the more concerned about this. Not only must it be different from previous years, but also know whether there is anything taboo in the other family. Offending others at the beginning of a year is a big taboo.

And the Yuan family, as the benchmark of conjurers and nobles, has always been sloppy in this regard, but...

"It's this time again." Yuan Manzhong sighed, the nobles and ministers are easy to deal with, the trouble is the group of conjurers who jump up and down without looking at them for a while, "Wujo, Zenyuan and Kamo have to be separated separately, Every year they fight each other over this, I think..."

Gojo, Zenyuan, and Kamo who were present were strangely silent. To be honest, this situation is the same even in modern times. Every year, they will have a mocking meal on the level, quality, and value of the annual gifts received. Large-scale comparison scene, did you expect this "custom" to start thousands of years ago?

At this moment, Yuan Manshuo's eyes fell on the persimmon that had only moved a little bit. He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly suggested: "How about the persimmon?"

"what?"

"Brother made the persimmons himself." Yuan Manshuo didn't notice Aoi's eyes that gradually became weird, and that expression that wanted to stop but didn't know how to say it, "Should it be enough?"

Yuan Manzhong showed a thoughtful expression, as if he felt that this was indeed a good idea, just as he had just cleaned up the garbage outside, and no one should show up recently, so take this time to give it a try It doesn't matter.

There was a slight change in the expressions of some of the people present. The two-faced Su Nuo's face distorted indistinctly. No matter how Shuona looked at his weird cooking skills, he felt that he already understood what would happen.

However, the members of the Yusan family could smell something abnormal from it. It would be fine to send food between ordinary people, but it is not so simple to send food between families.Take the Yusan family as an example. Although they know that the other party will not use such a simple method of tampering with food, they are not only defending against the other party. Who knows if there will be someone in their family who has a floating mind?

In addition, the person who gave the gift was also worried that they would come to a self-directed show, randomly find a victim, and then pin the blame on them... This kind of thing has not happened before, so generally in this case, They will all choose the annual gift within the range of trying not to make mistakes.

And even if some people really can't come up with an annual gift that meets the specifications, they will either show their "powerlessness" in a self-defeating manner, or they will choose to swell their faces to pretend to be fat, and the latter has always been the majority.The main reason is that on the one hand, they will not allow themselves to lose face and expose their embarrassing side to others; Let something slip through the cracks for them.

But now, Yuan Manzhong easily decided to give persimmon cakes as a New Year's gift... The eyes of Yusanjia's people flashed a touch of ambiguity. They are all similar to the performance of the "reward" of the superior: eating?What if I send it away?Do you still want to express your dissatisfaction?

I hope they guessed wrong, maybe it's just a show of intimacy?The members of the Yusan family thought in their hearts that there were only a few sentences about Heianjing in the family records, as if they were avoiding something.When they learned that they had come a thousand years ago, they were very excited and wanted to experience the peace and prosperity of the prosperous spells and find their own family records. After all, although their inheritance has not been broken, but in the process I also lost a lot of things, but now it seems...

"Peace and Prosperity" seems to be a little different from what they imagined?

A bunch of idiots.

Su Nuo on both sides looked at the seemingly harmonious scene in front of him coldly, thinking casually in his heart, human beings are really forgetful animals, did they forget the bloody smell on Yuan Manzhong's body and the words "clean up" so quickly?The Yuan family was not a "philanthropist" from the beginning to the end, but built on the bones of many corpses, and these guys obviously haven't realized that "cleaning up" does not refer to a few people, but at least a hundred people. Cardinal carnage.

So you don't know anything about Yuan at all.Su Nuo on both sides looked at Yuan Manshuo, who was young and seemed to be difficult to associate with his adult image, grinning to reveal his white teeth, exuding strong malice all over his body.

It's really exciting, what kind of expressions will they show when everything is revealed?