"Mother Zhong, what evil do you think I have done!" Mrs. Ruan couldn't help complaining: "Our Ruan family has a great business. It's not good for Sissi to marry any noble son in Jingzhou City. In the end, she didn't see it
Fucked a poor man!"
"Madam, the girl is still young, so naturally she doesn't know that marriage should pay attention to the principle of being well-matched. Madam, if you try to persuade the girl more, she will definitely understand your painstaking efforts." Mrs. Zhong persuaded her earnestly.
"I understand that my daughter has a stubborn temper. It must be difficult!" Mrs. Ruan did not have such a good attitude. She pressed her temples with a headache and felt bitter in her heart.
"Madam, this old slave doesn't think this Mr. Xie is so unbearable. As the saying goes, it's better to humiliate a white-haired man than to bully a young man into poverty. A girl has grown up with good clothes and good food since she was a child. Not everyone can like her. Mr. Xie must be superior to others.
Otherwise, the girl would not fall in love with him."
"Madam, why don't you send someone to inquire about Mr. Xie's origins before making a decision? Otherwise, the mother-daughter relationship between Madam and the girl will not be ruined."
Hearing this, Mrs. Ruan's body trembled, and her expression suddenly became clear, "You are right, Qianqian has a stubborn temper. I will never be unhappy with her because of a mere man. Send someone to inquire about Mr. Xie, remember.
Stay here, don’t let Sissi know about this.”
"yes."
The bright sunshine shines through the sparse leaves on the small, round pebbles, and is reflected on the tall man's body. The scorching sun causes a trace of sweat to break out on the handsome forehead of the man wielding a spear.
A purple figure walked in, and saw a purple-robed man with tied hair, a crown, and handsome features. He smiled at the corners of his mouth and looked at the vigorous figure not far away with interest.
After a stick of incense, the tall man finally finished a set of marksmanship. He accurately shot the spear in his hand to the wooden stand five meters away. He took the white towel of the entourage who was waiting quietly aside with one hand and wiped it carefully.
Wiped the sweat from his body.
"It's okay. Your marksmanship is getting better and better. With your murderous look, no wonder the old guys in the Ministry of War don't dare to mess with you, and they almost obey your orders!" Wen Jianzhou shook his fan and smiled.
Looking at Huo Jingchen, who has a slim waist and narrow hips, he couldn't help but use a fan to gently press his abdominal muscles with clear texture and smooth lines.
Huo Jingchen glared at the enthusiastic Wen Jianzhou with a gloomy look. He no longer wanted to pay attention to this daring person and walked straight into the house.
"My lord, the water has been prepared." One of the attendants waiting at the door hurriedly saluted respectfully and said hello.
Huo Jingchen nodded and slammed the door shut, blocking Wen Jianzhou who wanted to follow him in.
Seeing how he was guarding against thieves, Wen Jianzhou curled his lips and pouted at Yu Bai who was standing aside, "Look at your master, I am not a playboy, and he is not a girl from a good family, so why are you guarding me like this?"
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Hearing this, Yu Bai twitched the corner of his mouth and bowed to Wen Jianzhou resignedly, but was unusually smart and refused to answer his words.
Seeing Yu Bai's cautious look, Wen Jianzhou suddenly felt very bored. From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Jing Yun, who was standing quietly like a stone statue, and a malicious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Jingyun, I heard that you are having a good life these days. How is the girl that Uncle Huo introduced to you? Are you satisfied?"
"The marriage of my subordinates will naturally be decided by the master." Jingyun said calmly without looking back.
Seeing his cold expression, which was exactly the same as his master's, Wen Jianzhou sighed sadly, as if he was sad: "That's all, I can't care about your affairs. It's because I care too much about your life-long affairs. Sure enough,
You can't be too considerate of others."
Hearing this, even Wen San couldn't stand it anymore and silently looked away, not wanting to admit that such a narcissistic person was his master, and even subconsciously took a step back.
"Your master is taking too long to wash up. Why don't you come out yet?" Wen Jianzhou put his feet on his toes and glanced at the room where the concierge was closed with a look of disgust.
"Cousin, the master has just entered." Yu Bai rolled his eyes silently and reminded him kindly.
"Forget it, let him continue washing up. I'll go find Yao'er first. Xi'er sent someone all the way from Jingzhou to deliver this gift, and specified that it should be delivered to Yao'er." Wen Jianzhou pretended to be helpless.
He shook his head, turned around slowly, and walked out step by step.
One, two, three, four, five...
"Wait!"
Sure enough, the door opened with a click, and Huo Jingchen, who was covered in moisture, suddenly appeared at the door wearing a moon-white undershirt, because in a hurry, the clothes he had worn carelessly exposed a large piece of his muscular chest.
Wen Jianzhou raised his eyebrows proudly and looked at Huo Jingchen, who had a serious look on his face, jokingly.
"It's okay, why did you come out so quickly! Aren't you washing up?" Wen Jianzhou pretended to be surprised and opened his eyes wide, as if looking at Huo Jingchen who was moving so fast in disbelief, and even opened his mouth exaggeratedly at Yu Bai who was aside.
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Yu Bai looked up at the sky expressionlessly, no longer wanting to pay attention to him.
Seeing his pretentious look, Huo Jingchen's eyes twitched. He couldn't tell that he was deliberately trying to see his joke. He strode forward, coughed, and looked aside pretending not to care, "She also said
what?"
Seeing Huo Jingchen's pretending to be calm, Wen Jianzhou suppressed his smile and suppressed the raised corners of his mouth, "Xi'er asked me to congratulate Yao'er on her behalf and wish her a happy birthday."
"Also..." Wen Jianzhou deliberately lengthened his voice and looked at Huo Jingchen teasingly. Sure enough, he saw that he was listening attentively with his ears raised, his eyes rolled, and a sly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "
He also gave me a large cart of Chunjiang wine, saying he wanted me to try it."
"By the way, she also gave me a lot of homemade food, and specifically told me to eat them early, otherwise the things will spoil."
"She also prepared some things for Liu Ying and Xing Luo, saying they were things promised to them before, as well as Mr. Zhao. Xi'er heard that Mr. Zhao was getting married soon, so she specifically asked me to congratulate him and gave him a gift.
Give him a big gift."
"Originally, Zhao Qi should have brought these things back, but Zhao Qi is now fascinated by the mountains and rivers of Qingzhou. He said that he would send the things back first and asked me to bring them to everyone. He will arrive in a few days."
After finishing speaking, Wen Jianzhou smiled proudly and waved his fan proudly, but kept secretly looking at Huo Jingchen from the corner of his eye.
Sure enough, when he saw Huo Jingchen's face darkening immediately, a storm gathered in his eyes, and he stared at him with a sinister look.
"Oh, why did I forget you, Wu Hao!" Wen Jianzhou was frightened, and slapped his forehead pretending to be annoyed, "Xi'er also gave you several jars of Chunjiang wine, but I actually forgot about it, hahaha."
When he saw Wen Jianzhou's flattering smile, Huo Jingchen glanced at him expressionlessly, then walked into the house and closed the door with a bang again.
"You said he just throws it away after use, without any regard for brotherhood!" Wen Jianzhou complained endlessly to Wen San who was aside, pointing to the closed door with a hurt face, looking distressed.
Wen San replied with a dull face: "Master, why don't you go and talk to your cousin? After all, you are brothers, and you don't care about these small details."
Hearing this, Wen Jianzhou immediately choked up, glared angrily at the expressionless Wen San, and stomped out of Huo Jingchen's yard angrily.
Wen Sanchao, Bai He Jingyun smiled apologetically and hurriedly followed.
Just after the two left, the closed door suddenly opened.
"You have a day off from bathing today. You can go and have some fun." Huo Jingchen's deep voice sounded.
"Thank you, Master!" Yu Bai happily accepted the reward.
Jingyun was thoughtful, lowered his eyes and said softly: "Master can't be left unattended, my subordinates should stay here to serve the master and just rest with Bai."
Hearing this, Yu Bai was unhappy and said hurriedly: "How is this possible? If you don't go, I won't go either!"
Saying that, Yu Bai twisted his body in anger and glared at Jingyun with hatred.
Jingyun glanced at Yubai, who was still childish, and stood aside respectfully.
"No need, Liuying and Xingluo have been busy for a long time. You go tell them and let them have some rest. Maybe you haven't caught up with each other for a long time, so you can go out for a walk with them." Huo Jingchen coughed and pretended.
He waved his hands calmly.
Jingyun suddenly had an idea. Looking at his master who looked uncomfortable, he suddenly understood his hidden meaning. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he said respectfully: "Yes, I will definitely live up to my master's expectations."
Expectations? What expectations?
Yubai looked at the smiling Jingyun in confusion, and became more and more confused. He scratched his head and frowned in distress.
Huo Jingchen glanced at Jingyun with admiration, smiled slightly, and said in a rare and gentle tone: "Go ahead."
With that said, Huo Jingchen strode back.
"Jingyun, master, what do you mean by this? What kind of riddles are you making?" Upon seeing Huo Jingchen leaving, Yubai bumped Jingyun beside him with his elbow and winked at him questioningly.
Jingyun glanced at Bai Chang's smart face. In fact, his brain had not improved at all over the years, and Bai's eyes were full of disgust.
"Let's go."
"Hey, you haven't explained the reason yet!"
"With your brain, you won't understand even if I explain it, so why should I waste my time talking."
"Jingyun! Don't go too far."
"Just tell me."
"Jingyun, Jingyun, so Jingyun."
"Little Jing Yun, Jing Yun Yun, Jing..."
"Shut up!"
"Master, we have some clues about what you asked Nineteenth to investigate before." Jingyun suddenly walked in and whispered respectfully to Huo Jingchen who lowered his eyes and practiced calligraphy seriously.
Hearing this, Huo Jingchen stopped what he was doing, and a drop of thick ink fell on the snow-white rice paper, smearing instantly, "Let him in."