Lysander Shen's Serpent Shadow Chapter 9

For three consecutive days, the villa was very lively again, just because Mr. Ambrose had come back from the gate of hell again.

Amid the hustle and bustle, Lysander Shen looked at ease, dressed in a crescent white robe, sitting on a chair with a smile, happily accepting the words of concern from all parties, nodding to listen, being humble and courteous, and looking elegant and elegant.

There was another cry of regret, saying that he was such a good boy, but fate had played such a trick on him.

Lysander Shen has become a master of these words of mercy, and it doesn't hurt to hear them in his ears. But it touched the thoughts of Shen's mother beside her, and she shed tears several times. She was afraid that Lysander Shen would be even more sad when she saw her, so she quickly turned away to wipe her tears.

How could her actions escape Lysander Shen's sharp eyes, but mother and son were connected, and Lysander Shen knew what she was thinking, so he pretended not to see it and turned his attention to others.

When the banquet started, Lysander Shen asked the Elodie to push him away from the banquet. Everyone knew that Lysander Shen was weak and not good at drinking. He was recovering from a serious illness and could not spend time with guests. So they all told him to have a good rest. After Lysander Shen left, he raised his glass and started drinking.

Lysander Shen returned to the room, listened to the noise outside through the window lattice, and sneered secretly. I don’t know how many times this kind of banquet has been held, and I don’t know how many more times it will be held in the future. Who knows?

Even if Yi Mo helps him and makes him no different from ordinary people after a year, he doesn't know what hardships he will encounter in the future.

Feng shui rotates, and things in the world are unpredictable.

After being rescued from the ice cave, Lysander Shen realized the meaning of these eight words that his father often said in his mouth.

Who would have expected that the gentle, gentle, shy and timid Xiaojiabiyu who had been married to the Shen family for three years - his second mother who had always loved him so much - would almost kill him?

Never thought about it.

Even when I think about it now, or think about it again after so many years, I still feel the pain of being betrayed by a loved one.

While he was lost in thought, there was suddenly a burst of hurried footsteps in the courtyard. The footsteps were extremely brisk and urgent, with the unique accent of official boots. Lysander Shen's dark eyes lit up slightly, and the smile that always hung on his face showed some sincerity.

"Brother!" The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, stirring up some dust. The sun shone in from outside, and a face with clear eyebrows was revealed in the dancing dust. Because it was relatives meeting each other, that heroic face was filled with He showed some recklessness that only children can have.

Seeing his brother sitting on the chair, looking at him with a smile, the young man was also embarrassed. He quickly retracted his hand, regained some composure, and then saluted: "Brother."

Lysander Shen waved and called the person to his side, then grabbed his hand and pulled the tall body down. His fingers habitually flicked the other person's forehead and said silently: I thought you had grown a little. Why are you still so reckless?

Shen Zhen has been able to understand his brother's lip language since he was a child. He quickly rubbed his forehead, which was not painful or itchy, and hummed: "I want to be more subtle, because I'm afraid I will scare you into not recognizing me as your brother."

Lysander Shen smiled when he heard this, stroked the neat hair crown, and asked: Why are you free to see me today?

"My brother has just recovered from a serious illness. How can I not come to see him?" Shen Zhen squatted down, put one hand on his brother's leg, and acted coquettishly in front of him, just like he did when he was a child, with his eyebrows and eyes full of relatives who are thicker than water. Lysander Shen looked at the face that looked like his second mother, and felt calm in his heart. Facing the face that had been leaning beside him since he was a child, Lysander Shen couldn't feel any hatred.

Even though he knew that he had fallen to where he was today, it was all because of this person.

He was the second son of the Shen family who had just turned one year old that year.

Mr. Ambrose once held his eldest son in one arm and supported his second son in his infancy, sucking his thumb and sleeping peacefully with the other hand. In front of the two ladies, he said with pride: "In the future, my eldest son will shine on the lintel of our Shen family, and he will be granted the title of Marquis by the prime minister." . In the future, when I grow old, I will rely on this little guy to take care of me until I die. In this way, my Shen family will be considered complete.

All the expectations in the words fell on Lysander Shen, who was only seven years old.

He only saw that the eldest son was smart and calculated the lintel of the Shen family, but he never saw the smiles of the two ladies in front of him. There was a lot of unwillingness and grievance hidden in the smile on one of the faces.

Why, just because he is the second son, should he end up in captivity at home with an unknown future?

The woman's thinking was narrow, and she had not thought about it at that time. Everyone has his own destiny. If his son really succeeded, how could Mr. Ambrose ignore his future? It's just a matter of talking nonsense when you are in high spirits. But she took it seriously. Having evil intentions ruined Lysander Shen's life.

When she finally understood, the big mistake had been made.

Patting the back of the young man lying on his knees, Lysander Shen looked at him and said: Once you become an official, you will leave behind your swords and guns, right?

Shen Zhen shook his head quickly: "What's the matter? If my brother doesn't believe me, let's go to the courtyard and I'll dance for you."

Lysander Shen smiled and nodded. Shen Zhen quickly stood up and pushed him. The two brothers walked out of the room and stopped in an open space in the courtyard.

Shen Zhen took a long stick and played a trick. He held the stick and said, "Brother, watch it. My brother will play with the stick for you."

Lysander Shen still smiled happily.

Shen Zhen also grinned when he saw this, and the wooden stick in his hand swam like a snake. As he swung it, the wind whistled, the dust was scattered, the light and shadow were blurred, and it made a dull sound when it hit the ground. The tunnel is as powerful as a thousand stones.

Lysander Shen was fascinated by the performance, until he finished a set of stick skills, he clapped his hands hurriedly, not hiding his approval at all.

After being praised by his brother, Shen Zhen became more and more proud. He threw away his stick, took a spear, and showed Lysander Shen a set of marksmanship. It was slightly inferior to the stick method, but it was still powerful.

The two brothers were in the courtyard, one playing for the other to watch. They played until the red sun set before Lysander Shen signaled to stop and asked someone to bring wet wipes and hot tea.

Shen Zhen drank a cup of tea, wiped the sweat from his face, then leaned towards Lysander Shen and said, "Brother, can you give me some advice?"

Lysander Shen glanced at him: What should I teach you?

Shen Zhen chuckled: "Brother, please come here. Dad said that when you were a child, you liked to dance with guns and sticks, and you secretly poked bird's nests with the martial arts master's halberd. This made Master very angry. Do you dare to deny it?"

After hearing this, Lysander Shen recalled some things, but could not remember the more specific events.

If Shen Zhen didn't mention these old things, Lysander Shen would not be able to remember them. Even if Shen Zhen mentioned it at this moment, he still couldn't remember it.

Occasionally, fragments of it flashed through my mind, but I didn't feel like it happened to me.

Those past events, as if they were from the past life or even longer ago, were turned into a piece of brittle paper by the yellowing time, and would break at the touch of a touch.

incomplete.

Lysander Shen's face turned slightly gloomy.

Shen Zhen knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly changed the subject, took Lysander Shen's hand on his knee, and said excitedly: "Brother, it's rare for me to go up the mountain once, and I've been tired for a long time. You can play a game of chess with me. "

Lysander Shen raised his eyebrows and said: What should I do if I lose?

Shen Zhen rubbed his forehead and whispered into his brother's ear: "Same as the same?"

Lysander Shen also became happy, nodded in agreement, and the two returned to the room.

The servants brought all the tea and snacks into the room. After preparing everything, Shen Zhen closed the doors and windows tightly, and then checked whether they were tightly closed, as if he was afraid of being discovered, with a guilty look on his face. Lysander Shen couldn't help but smile.

A soft mat was spread out on the couch, and the two of them sat across from each other. Lysander Shen wiped the chessboard again, took out the black and white chess pieces, and asked: Same as the same?

Shen Zhen nodded quickly, as if afraid that he would regret it, he grabbed the black piece and dropped one piece first, then another piece, and then another piece.

When the chess game just started, he grabbed the black stone first and lost the third stone first.

Lysander Shen raised his eyebrows, looked at him for a long time, and cursed silently: He really hasn't made any progress.

Shen Zhen quickly retorted: "You are the Callahan brother. You are seven years older than me. You should have given me the seventh son. Now you are only the third son, and you have made great progress."

Lysander Shen insisted on Bai Zi falling and ignored him.

Shen Zhen also calmed down, watched the chess game, and started playing the game seriously.

Shen Zhen took advantage first, and in just one stick of incense, he made the chess game unpredictable and unpredictable. The strange peaks stood out and surrounded Lysander Shen's white pieces. He was quite proud of it.

But Lysander Shen didn't even raise his head, just making moves. It took two sticks of incense to complete the game, and all the sharp edges and corners of Shen Zhen were cut off. Bai Zi was like a dragon entrenched in the mountains, ready to go, just waiting for an order, he could kill him in an instant. In this game, the country is in your hands.

"Brother," Shen Zhen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said hurriedly: "My brother is very open and closed, his methods are ruthless, and his actions are grand. If my brother becomes an official, there will be no place for my younger brother..."

With a smile on her face, Lysander Shen turned sideways and took the pen that was placed aside. After dipping it in ink, he said slowly: "Don't flatter me, raise your face."

Shen Zhen quickly shut up and handed over his face with a bitter look.

In a moment, a large crawling turtle appeared on that handsome face.

Shen Zhen jumped off the bed, took a look in the mirror, and sighed: "The more I flatter you, the more vivid this turtle becomes. It can be seen that flattery still needs to be flattered, especially my brother's flattery."

Lysander Shen patted the chessboard impatiently and said: Come again.

Shen Zhen had no choice but to sit back again, while carefully checking whether there were any leaks in the window to prevent outsiders from looking in. That's embarrassing.

Until dinner time, the two of them still closed the doors and windows tightly and refused to come out. The servants were waiting outside, and no food was allowed inside. Master Shen was finally alerted.

Master Shen heard that his sons refused to eat, so he hurried over, stood outside the door and asked, "What happened to you?"

After a while, Shen Zhen's voice came from the room: "Dad, I am playing a game with my brother."

Mr. Ambrose was stunned for a moment, then a strange expression appeared on his face. He stood for a moment and waved his hands to drive away the servants, "You go down first and keep the food warm. Bring it back in an hour."

After driving the person away, Mr. Ambrose leaned against the door and whispered: "Xuan'er, let dad come in and take a look."

There was a sudden fuss and panic inside the door. Mr. Ambrose was waiting there. As expected, the younger son couldn't get over the older son. Lysander Shen pushed the wheelchair and opened the door.

After taking a look at the door, Mr. Ambrose walked towards the screen and said in a kind voice: "Come out and let dad take a look."

There was silence behind the screen.

"Don't act like a big girl, come out and let dad see you." Mr. Ambrose continued to coax.

Shen Zhen could not survive.

Lysander Shen closed the door again and pushed down the screen. Shen Zhen didn't expect his brother's attack, and couldn't hide. He instinctively held the screen that was about to collapse and escaped.

At this moment, Mr. Ambrose had already seen the scene he wanted to see, and he quickly held back the "poof" sound, making his beard tremble.

Lysander Shen also lowered his face and kept shrugging his shoulders, which showed that he was holding back too much.

Shen Zhen stood there, his face covered with turtles crawling, standing or rolling, even on the base of his ears. On each earlobe was a tiny turtle stretching its neck and kicking its legs.

Mr. Ambrose held his stomach and pointed at Lysander Shen with trembling fingers, speechless: "You, you... your brother, you are really no, no, no... rude."

Lysander Shen immediately raised his head and looked at his father with bright black eyes.

The father and son looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly turned away from each other. One opened his mouth and laughed silently, and the other almost died from laughter.

Shen Zhen was angrily shouting that they were not allowed to laugh anymore. Later, I saw that none of them could stop, hunched over and covering their chests, laughing so hard that they couldn't breathe. They were so scared that they didn't care about their own embarrassment. They hurriedly ran over and patted each of them on the back to help them breathe. They were afraid of hurting these two people. Laughing makes you sick.

Little did he know that when his brother and father turned around and saw the big painted face full of anxiety, they couldn't stop even if they wanted to.

Lysander Shen almost laughed out loud several times, so he had to bite the tip of his tongue and swallow the sound that rolled into his throat.

It is very hard to be happy and happy.

In the past twenty years, there has been no hard time.