Zhang Yuluo glanced at him and said, "Young Master, you are polite. The poems that the young master sang casually are many times better than those sang by those pretentious talents? Is the young master's talent rare in the world?"

Xiao Yun was a little lightly praised by her. Fortunately, he knew his own affairs. If it weren't for the unknown history of later generations, it would be good to be able to recite a limerick based on his little information. So after floating for a while, he woke up and looked at Zhang Yuluo and said, "Miss Yuluo, I have a heartless request below. I wonder if Miss Yuluo can agree?"

Zhang Yuluo smiled faintly and said, "Young Master, don't be polite, just say something?"

Xiao Yun said: "I am the most disliked red tape. I am just a name, but I shouted many times. It's really troublesome and not pleased me? If Miss Yuluo doesn't dislike her identity as a subordinate, I would like to ask Miss Yuluo to call her name directly?"

Zhang Yuluo had this intention long ago, but because of her daughter's family, she was afraid that she would say that she was in polite, so she kept calling her son. After hearing Xiao Yun say this, she nodded and said, "I'm really intimate, Yuluo has this intention!"

Xiao Yun nodded and said, "Okay, my surname is Xiao, and my name is three words. In the future, Miss Yuluo can call me Xiao San directly?"

Zhang Yuluo nodded, suddenly turned red and said, "If the young master doesn't dislike him, he will call Yuluo in the future?"

Xiao Yun felt a sigh of relief: "I'll call you a name so quickly, and this relationship has progressed too quickly?" He hurriedly nodded and said: "Everything will be based on Yuluo!"

Although he was prepared, Zhang Yuluo's pretty face turned slightly red when he heard the word "Yuluo" from Xiao Yun's mouth, and said, "Xiao San!"

Xiao Yun responded openly.

The two of them sat and talked. After getting along, Xiao Yun found that Zhang Yuluo would blush occasionally, and the rest was pretty good. He shook his head and said, "What kind of talent am I? I can just chant a few poems, play a few small songs, and tell a few small stories to make my daughter happy? I really can't be a talent?"

After chatting for a long time, Zhang Yuluo was no longer as restrained as before and began to let go. When Xiao Yun said he could tell stories, he suddenly became curious and his eyes were dripping. He looked at Xiao Yun and said softly: "Xiao San, Yuluo didn't know you could tell stories. Your story must be the same as the poems you chanted. It sounds so good. Can you...can you... tell me a story too?"

Xiao Yun frowned and said to himself: "Your grandpa, let me tell you a few words?"

Seeing that Xiao Yun didn't say anything, Zhang Yuluo glanced at him, gently tucked his hair on his forehead that was blown off by the wind. His hair passed by his red red lips, and his heart was indescribable. Xiao Yun felt aroused: "Is this girl so sensational?"

Zhang Yuluo sighed slightly and said, "Xiao San, do you know? Since childhood, my father has been busy with national affairs and rarely cares about me..." When he said this, Zhang Yuluo seemed to be quiet in some painful memories and couldn't help but sigh.

She looked at Xiao Yun in a daze. The faint feeling in her eyes seemed to have a hint of tenderness and tenderness, but Xiao Yun naturally couldn't see it. Based on his feelings, he vaguely felt that the innocent girl in front of him seemed to have a sad past.

Zhang Yuluo seemed to be really immersed in some painful memories, her eyes slowly became empty, like a little injured wild cat. She only heard her sad voice saying, "Since I was very young, my father has been in a high position. There are many people around me every day. Of course, these people also have women. My father slowly married the second wife, the third wife, and the fourth wife...?"

"Oh my god, this Zhang Shixin is as corrupt as recorded in later generations, my little wife in the fourth house?"

"The more women my father marrys, the colder he will be to his mother."

Xiao Yun said intimately: "Not that? With a new love, who wants an old love?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Yuluo was silent for a while, as if it was difficult to control his feelings. His voice was also filled with a hint of sadness: "Dad's coldness made my mother's status at home become lower and lower. Second, Sanniang and Fourth Niang kept bullying her mother, but for me, my mother always endured it silently. Until when I was fourteen years old, my father took me to my uncle's palace to see her. That day, my mother was very happy and dressed up beautifully and said she wanted to go with me, but when she left, my mother told me that he would wait for my father to go with me and let me go with my second, Sanniang and Fourth Niang...?"

Xiao Yun's body trembled, a trace of bad premonition, and even a faint sadness, slowly surged from the bottom of his heart, and he seemed to have thought of something.

Zhang Yuluo seemed to be completely silent in memory at this moment. He looked at the lake in the distance, and the water was covered with mist, but she had no mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery at this time. After a long time, she said, "I was very happy that day. My uncle's palace was beautiful. I played with love. I played all day, but I didn't see my mother. I clamored for my father to take me back. But my father and I had something to say, so my father asked me to take me back."

Hearing this, Xiao Yun shuddered, as if he had a premonition.

Zhang Yuluo's face was full of sadness. She looked at the lake and said quietly: "I got home and didn't see my mother. I was very anxious, so I went to the Buddhist temple I liked to visit on weekdays. I saw..."

Xiao Yun held his breath and listened carefully, as if what was about to happen was coming soon.

Zhang Yuluo said: "My mother is indeed in the Buddhist temple, but I saw that she was lying on the ground, and blood was still lying around her, but it was flowing out of her wrists. A lot of red blood was about to flood my mother. At that time, I was very scared and cried loudly. I ran over with the courage to shake my mother's body desperately, over and over again...?"

Xiao Yun didn't say anything, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes.

"I shook for a long time, but I don't know if it was my call to start. After I called for a long time, my mother, who was motionless, suddenly moved and opened her eyes. I was very scared, but I knew she was my mother. When she woke up, I was going to pull her away from the bloodstains, but my mother didn't move. I couldn't pull her. After a long time, my mother smiled at me and said to me in a very low voice: "Xiao Luo is not afraid, my mother will sleep for a while. When my mother falls asleep, my father will come. You have to follow my father, listen carefully to the words that fell... be obedient...?"

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Chapter completed!