Seeing her calm and indifferent appearance, Gu Zhixuan felt relieved for a moment, and he couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable again.

Xie Yixiao has been ill these days, but he tossed and turned day and night and couldn't rest. Sometimes he thought, why don't he agree? Who would marry?

But he was unwilling to give up.

He always regarded Xie Yixiao as his sister, the same as his own sister Gu You. Because this cousin has no parents, he cherishes and takes care of her more.

But I didn't expect that the other party would have such thoughts about him, and then he became ill again after being rejected.

Xie Yu smiled and introduced, "This young man and aunt probably don't know him. He just came back to the imperial capital a few days ago. It was the ninth son of the Duke Rong's mansion, and I'll call him Rong Jiu."

As he said that, he walked over and reached out to put his hand on Rong Ci's shoulder, and smiled casually: "Rong Jiu, this is my little aunt. You and I are now brothers. My little aunt is also your little aunt. You can just call me "Auntie."

Gu Zhixuan: "...?!"

Xie Yixiao: "???"

Xie Yiling: "!!!"

At that time, everyone on the field was quiet, and the atmosphere in the yard was quite strange. At this time, the wind blew into the courtyard, and the bamboos shaking the leaves made a slight sound.

Xie Yixiao reached out and closed her sleeves, feeling a little cold.

Rong Ci turned his head to look at him, and when he saw him smiling, his brows frowned slightly.

Although he didn't care about many things, even if his elder brother asked him to follow Xie Yu, he would let the other party jump up and down, but it did not mean that he was willing to call a little girl younger than him, Aunt.

Xie Yiling came to his senses, his face twisted for a moment, and his whole face turned red: "Xie San, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will definitely tell your grandfather when I go back, so that you can know how powerful you are! You can also say this!"

If he really gives him three points of face, he can open a dyeing shop, and let the prince of the dignified Duke's mansion call him aunt, but he can tell.

Seeing that Xie Yiling was so angry that he was about to jump up, he didn't care. He reached out and patted Rong Ci's shoulder and smiled extremely narrowly: "Oh, Uncle Xiao Ba, it's a small matter, you don't think there is anything wrong with Rong Jiu."

Xie Yixiao thought that her eldest nephew was so capable of jumping around, and sooner or later she would be beaten to death.

She bowed slightly and saluted: "Young Master Rong."

The other party stood up and bowed and greeted: "Miss Thank you."

Of course, I didn’t mention the little aunt anymore, and Xie Yixiao didn’t dare to let this person call her aunt.

When Xie Yi smiled and lowered his eyes, he saw the hands in front of him. They were clean and fair, slender and distinctive. Looking at these pairs, you can imagine that the other party must be a handsome and noble young man.

Xie Yixiao was very curious about Mr. Rong, who was determined to become a monk in the book, but she also knew that it would be very rude to a girl stare at a young man, so she lowered her eyes slightly and looked away.

Then, she found a seat next to the teahouse. The group sat down. Gu Zhixuan, who was sitting in the front seat, gave her a cup of tea. She thanked her and felt a little thirsty, so she lowered her head and wanted to drink.

Yu Jiao, who was gaze at, saw a furry little head. Perhaps because of her long-term illness, she looked pale and weak, and even if she applied fine powder on her face, she could not hide her weakness and haggardness.

She was also quiet and soft, as if she could crush the clay man with one hand.

But he felt a little strange. If it were usual, such a woman would be like a dead tree, probably not far from her death.

But her eyes were bright again, as if they were injected with vitality, and now they are tenaciously emitting tender buds, living strongly.

It is also a bit like a peach blossom raised in his yard. It gently poked its head out in spring and then bloomed clusters of delicate and vibrant flowers.

The weak temperament gives birth to a pair of bright and vibrant eyes, which makes people feel a little inconsistent and should be like this.

He lowered his eyes, his slender fingers brushed over the sandalwood Buddhist beads on his wrist, and there was no expression in his eyes.

Xie Yiling put out the pastries he bought, and it was still hot at this moment: "I bought my sister's favorite pastries. Sister, should I try it..."

Speaking of the latter, his voice became less and less, probably because he was afraid of being rejected.

Xie Yixiao picked up a piece of 100-fruit cake and took a bite and felt it was good. Ming Xin reminded him, "It's good to taste it. I'm still sick now, and the pastries are not easy to digest."

Xie Yiling hurriedly said, "Then sister, don't eat it. If sister likes it, I will bring it to sister next time."

Xie Yi laughed and ate one and stopped eating: "Then I will wait for you to bring it to me next time."

Xie Yiling was stunned when he heard this, and a surprise burst out in his eyes: "Okay, I'll bring it to my sister next time."

Xie Yu, who was sitting lazily beside him, paused when he heard this, and his eyes fell on Xie Yixiao showed a little surprise.

He remembered that his aunt was close to Changning Marquis' Mansion and was always very distant and cold to the Xie family. Even if Xie Yiling posted it on many times, she was just boring to make things difficult for him.

He had the intention to persuade him, the young uncle, to get along with him as an ordinary relative and not to expect anything else, but he was afraid that it would hurt the weak and sensitive heart of the young uncle, so he kept holding back and not saying anything.

Why did you suddenly feel so easy to talk about this time?

Did you figure it out? You got it done?

Xie Yixiao pushed out the dim sum and asked everyone to eat some: "It's still hot, I can't eat it. You guys can try it too, don't waste it."

"Indeed, don't waste it. Uncle Ba asked Shutong to queue up to Shenji pastry early and bought it in person. Although it was not worth much money, it was also a great idea. Come on and try it."

As he said that, he took one and ate it first. It tasted pretty good and the taste was sweet but not greasy. Even if the man ate it, he didn't feel greasy.

Everyone present was divided into one, and the rest was left. Xie Yixiao gave Mingxin Mingjing and asked her to eat with the servants in the yard.

Xie Yiling ate one by himself and felt very satisfied. He felt like he had eaten honey. No, it was better than honey, sweet and soft. He decided to like the pastries that his sister likes to eat in the future.

"I heard that my sister hired a doctor overnight last night, but now is it okay?"

"Shang Hao, I feel a little weak, but after a while, I have figured out some things and figured it out, I will be cured."

In fact, she said these words to Gu Zhixuan, telling him that she had put him down and would not bother him again in the future.

Gu Zhixuan was indeed stunned when he heard this, then lowered his head to drink tea, covering up the expression on his face.

Xie Yiling didn't know anything about this: "That's good, that's good. Just treat my sister. Can Yiling visit her from time to time?"

"If you have free time, just come."

"That's great."
Chapter completed!