OPEN YOUR MASK, PRINCESS!
Episode 8 of DEJAVU?
The drizzle began to descend when private teacher Xiao Jun finished the lesson today. Since its status changed
being the son of the great master Li, Xiao Jun could not enjoy life like an ordinary child. All his activities were all scheduled, he lost his playing rights. At 05.00 am he must wake up, no matter what his body or what he did yesterday, he must not violate the rules. Although his assistant
willing to serve whatever he wants, there is still no freedom felt. Throughout the day learn various sciences, ranging from Chinese literature, English, counting lessons, learning music, to learning kung fu. Xiao Jun did not dare to complain, he hoped that his obedience could be useful to melt the Great Lord's heart to free his mother from maid status.
This afternoon unlike the day before, Xiao Jun suddenly felt homesick for his father. The desire to release the taste of kangen was very explosive, he wanted to visit his old house. But how do I get out of this golden cage? He sat in the corner of the window of the library of the house, lamenting the drizzle of water that began to rush.
“Young master, it's lunch time. Sir awaited the great lord and mistress in the dining room.” Guard Lau
disperse the complicated thoughts of Xiao Jun. Xiao Jun turned his head without a word, staring intently at his body guard. The tall burly man who was still quite young in the early range of the four heads, the look of his friendly face in a qi pao suit made him look like a kung fu swordsman. Suddenly Xiao Jun's evil sense appeared.
“I lack appetite, boring days it feels like my spirit is gone.” Xiao Jun nodded
get the attention of his bodyguard.
“Young master, what is being unwell?” Lau's bodyguards fingered Xiao Jun's forehead, perhaps his body temperature
hotter. But he frowned when the little forehead felt normal.
“I'm just bored, every day the routine makes me lose my spirit. I don't want to eat.” The Celoteh Xiao Jun.
“But the big lord can be angry if the Master does not come soon.” Lau's bodyguards tried to seduce him.
“Lau's bodyguard, did you fuck me?” Xiao Jun began to execute tactics. He should be able to get
his bodyguard's heart to launch the mission.
Guards Lau immediately kowtowed and lowered his head, “Hamba dare not Young Master.” Apparently he misunderstood, though,
he thought Xiao Jun was offended by his words.
“Wake up, you're not wrong. I just want you to do something for me.” Xiao Jun patted her off guard
Guards Lau, a signal for him to stand up immediately.
“Young Master, what can I do?” guard Lau asked with bowed eyes. Rules that
the stiff in this Li residence was indeed very troublesome. But it has been hereditary for seven generations, who would have thought that in the seventh generation this high-dignity family lost the line of succession. Sometimes this fact is echoed by Xiao Jun, is it a coincidence that he was raised as a child? Or is this what we call destiny?
Xiao Jun asked the Lau Guards to approach then whispered something. At first he was surprised but
before long Lau's bodyguards nodded obediently. They rushed to the dining room. It is not good to let the tiger wait too long, he may be the prey.
Xiao Jun's presence was greeted with Li San's warm gaze, his eyes twinkling at the sight of his son
popped. Meanwhile Madam Li only gave a flat smile almost without expression.
“Xiao Jun salutes father and mother.”
“Hmm... Let's eat, Xiao Jun.” Li San started a meal together with his little family. Only
there he was, Liang Jia and Xiao Jun. His three daughters had been sent out of the country on the grounds of continuing education, but in fact he deliberately kept Xiao Jun away from his daughters. He doesn't want any of them
bring up Ywe Hua or compare the girl to Xiao Jun.
“Today's lesson is finished? Are you having trouble?” Li San began interrogating Xiao's activities
Jun, and he always does it at lunch together.
“I don't find it difficult but feel bored, Father.” Xiao Jun started setting traps, he started
“Hmm... Why is that?” Li San put the chopsticks on top of the bowl. The food in front of him was no longer interesting
rather than what Xiao Jun had just said.
“It's been my two months at home, doing all the activities here. I miss seeing the environment outside. Can I go for a minute today?” pinta Xiao Jun, in his heart he prayed that God would help him.
“New two months at home, there's still a lot you need to master soon. Dad can't give permission!”
Li San insisted without compromising anymore.
“Please forgive me my servant, Sir. But I noticed the young master had recently lost his spirit. Servant is worried if constantly will make him worse.” Lau's bodyguards kneeled in defense of his little master.
“You also put up a body for him. Once I said no still no! I'm done eating, you guys just go on.” Li San wiped his mouth then moved from the chair. Leaving behind Xiao Jun and Liang Jia who were sculpting. Lau's bodyguards were even still prostrating until Li San's figure was no longer visible.
Liang Jia looked at the mother to Xiao Jun, a child who was still innocent to be the victim of her husband's selfishness. He tried to dilute the tense atmosphere, staring at it gently Xiao Jun like he was staring at Yue Hwa. This boy from Wei kept reminding Liang Jia of Wei's sacrifice. He would treat Xiao Jun to the fullest
love, maybe it can ease her guilt to that most loyal bodyguard.
“Xiao Jun, after dinner you can pay a visit to my room. We can tell stories to drive away
boredom.” Liang Jia volunteered to accompany Xiao Jun.
Long speechless, Xiao Jun was still trying to digest his adoptive mother's invitation. It seemed that he had little choice but to nod in agreement. He also needed a conversation partner, and Liang Jia was a person he could trust here.
The fragrance of sparkling lily flowers in the room elegant Liang Jia. The interior design of this room is oriental with many carvings of pure gold. This was the second time that Xiao Jun had entered the master hostess room of the palace that he occupied. Because of the vast area of the house, he could not accidentally cross paths with his biological mother.
Lau's bodyguards let Liang Jia and Xiao Jun meet with four eyes, he retreated and guarded in front
the door is tightly closed. Despite being alone, Xiao Jun was still stiff to start the conversation.
“Saturated, bored, restrained it's my daily food. I feel like it's been almost 20 years here.
Hearing your complaint earlier made me feel sorry for you, whether until when we were confined to the power of the Great Master. Break your heart, Son.” Liang Jia advised Xiao Jun, he hoped his motivation from him could ease the poor boy's inner burden.
“I miss my father and suddenly the feeling of wanting to go home to my old house is so strong. I'm the one who's not becus
holding feelings. I'm sorry, mother.”
The turn of Liang Jia who was hit hard at hearing Xiao Jun's confession, he was inflicted with guilt raging in his heart. How can we atone for this sin on the Wei family?
“This is all my fault, I made your family bear the severe punishment of the great lord. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,
Xiao jun.” Liang Jia grabbed onto Xiao Jun's two hands and grasped them.
“My father died on duty, isn't that an honorable act?”
Liang Jia nodded, “More than honorable, he is very noble.”
“Mother, you invited me to talk. Can you tell me about your missing daughter?” Xiao Jun saw the incident the other day when he was willing to wear Hanfu to comfort Liang Jia who missed his daughter. He had never seen, not even knowing what the boy's name was.
Liang Jia did not mind sharing the story. Currently he and Xiao Jun had to support each other until the time, the time when Li San's power was not as strong as it is now. Liang Jia was so sure such a day would arrive. He took off his hand at Xiao Jun then walked towards the closet.
As the closet drawer opened, Liang Jia stared for a moment at a smile from her portrait with Yue Hwa. “The name is Yue Hwa, a flower that blooms over the moon. She is only six years old, innocent, stubborn and very curious whatever makes her curious.”
Liang Jia handed the photo of Yue Hwa to Xiao Jun. Spontaneous Xiao Jun was surprised to see that extremely familiar face. He had never met Yue Hwa, yet that face was very fixed in his memory. But when and where did he see it? Many questions flocked his mind to obscure the voice of Liang Jia who was still dissolved in his nostalgia.
“Where do I see this boy?”
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