"Yuan'er can't marry into Murong Mansion. The bell of Limu Longmen was pushed open, and Dou Xiaoyang of Mojin Xuanyi stepped in with a heavy face, and his robe flew with a chill, which made the guard who followed him suddenly feel cold on his back.

The general has always been at odds with the old lady, but now the old lady is in charge in private, and she has promised Miss Yuan to the son of Murong Guo's mansion, not to mention that the general and Murong Jingyu have always been at odds, just because of the general's love for Miss Yuan, he will never allow Miss Yuan to marry a straw bag like Murong Chuyu.

Today, the general is bound to have a confrontation with the old lady.

Jintong couldn't help but think about it.

Not wanting to "bang", a turquoise glass cup shattered under his feet.

"As long as she is still the daughter of the Dou family, she has to listen to me in marriage. The old lady Dou on the high couch lifted off the thin ice silk blanket covering her knees, stood up, and took her eyes to the handsome man standing in front of the hall, her old face changed and changed, "The Murong Guogong Mansion is a high gate and a wide mansion, and the heirs are prosperous, from the Empress Murong to the Princess Murong of the King of Dongyang, which one is not the dragon and phoenix among the people? ”

"Creation?"

"Yuan'er doesn't hesitate to be created like that!" Dou Xiaoyang's thin lips opened slightly, and his sword eyebrows twisted a peak, "Everyone knows that Murong Guo's Mansion is a wolf's den and a tiger's den, and what kind of character Murong Jingyu is, don't you know? But you want to send Yuan'er there, and your grandson doesn't know what your intentions are?"

"It's the other way around! You, a unscrupulous descendant, have questioned me like this. Old Madam Dou's face turned pale with anger, and her fingers holding the corner of the couch were trembling slightly, what kind of sin did she create, she gave birth to such a disobedient daughter, and now she has to be angry with her son.

Just thinking about it, she couldn't get angry.

"Dou Yuan's marriage into Murong Mansion is not for you to discuss, even if she doesn't want to marry, she has to marry me. Old Madam Dou raised her hand to pound the incense case beside her, and her sharp eyes suddenly darkened for several points.

It is a bane to keep that orphan girl in the mansion all the time, maybe the East Window incident will affect the entire mansion in the future, it is better to give her to Murong Mansion as soon as possible, even if her life experience is exposed in the future, with Murong Jingyu's illustrious background and monstrous power, presumably he will also protect his daughter-in-law.

Mrs. Dou's abacus is good, but some people don't want to appreciate it.

Dou Xiao raised his waist and moved slightly, raised his leg and took a step, and the dark gloom melted between his eyebrows: "I will never let Yuan'er marry into the Murong Guo Mansion, if she wants to marry, unless I die and can't see it." He raised his eyes awe-inspiringly, and the bottom of his amber eyes was cold.

That night eight years ago, it was he who brought her back who was struggling on the line of death, and kept her in the house, at first just to comfort the girl who died early, so that she could rest in peace, and then watched the orphan girl grow up day by day, watched her autistic and began to become bright and sunny, watched her change from a thin child to a cardamom girl, and listened to her shouting brother behind him, he realized that it felt good to have relatives.

Therefore, no matter what, he would not let Dou Yuan fall into the quagmire.

He would never allow her to be sent into the wolf's den.

The atmosphere in the hall became more and more depressing and quiet, and the summer cicadas singing in the treetops of the courtyard disturbed people's hearts.

Jintong hooked her body against the corner of the wall, squinted her eyes to look at the high couch in front of her, the old lady Dou's face had already turned gray, and Mama Ling on the side was giving her a good breath, and the cat nesting beside her glared at her with a fierce face, as if she was about to scratch him if she was about to scratch him when her master gave an order.

Jin Tongse shrank for a moment, and hurriedly glanced at the general in front of him with his eyes.

"Someone, go and fetch my golden silk whip. The cat didn't launch an offensive, but the old lady Dou who was sitting on the high seat suddenly came to her senses, she flashed a pair of muddy and cunning old eyes, and used the sharp corners of her eyes to cut the straight back of Dou Xiaoyang, "Today I want to see if my whip is hard, or your general's body is hard..."

Dou Xiaoyang smiled disdainfully, "It's not fresh, my grandmother's golden silk soft whip is handy." ”

Old Madam Dou stretched out her hand to take the soft whip handed by the little servant, and threw it at the tall man with all her strength, muttering and cursing in her mouth: "Kill you, a bad descendant, kill you..."

The hissing sound was like a poisonous snake rolling in a heat wave, and it was thrown on the man's back and waist one by one, his teeth were clenched, and he didn't make a sound, I don't know how long it took, the ink python pattern on his chest gradually gave birth to a lot of blood....

"Old lady, I can't help it!" The old mother on the side made Mama take the lead in kneeling down and pleading, she watched him grow up, and his temperament was the most cold and stubborn, even if he was beaten half to death, he would not open his mouth to beg for mercy.

"Old lady, please spare the general!" Jin Tong shook off the dense sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly strode forward and knelt down, "Now it is a scorching summer, and the wounds from the general's last battle have not yet healed, he really can't stand these whips! If the old lady has hatred in her heart, she might as well use the villain to discourage! I just hope that the old lady can spare the general." ”

The summer insects are singing, and the moon is like a hook.

The stars twinkled beside the cold moon, the breeze blew lightly, and the suppressed crying of a woman could be heard sporadically in the half-open window lattice, which really added a little sadness to this quiet night.

Dou Yuan, who was dressed in a white brocade robe, was unkempt and reclining on the couch, only a few days of work, and her delicate and round face had already become sharp and thin, and her eyes were red and swollen, like a wilted peach.

But she was just crying.

"Good young lady, don't cry, you'll be blind if you cry again. The maid Qiuwen put her hands together to wipe her tears, and she didn't want the corners of her eyes to gradually moisten, she comforted her wholeheartedly: "The general has been on the battlefield for a long time, and his body is hard, and dozens of whips are no big problem for him, but Miss You, and you can't be sad anymore, maybe after such a come, maybe the old lady won't persecute Miss!"

Qiu Wen couldn't help but sigh in his heart, thinking that it was also his own young lady's life, even if it was a daughter picked up outside, the old lady would not be so ruthless in the kindness of raising her for many years, but what she didn't expect was that the old lady of "Chunfangzhai" was so ruthless, she didn't care about Miss's search for death and life, and now she was determined to send Miss to the wolf's den and tiger's den.

Dou Yuan's expression moved, her butterfly-winged long eyelashes flashed slightly, and she snorted with the tip of her red nose: "That old woman has never been waiting to see me, and now she will definitely try her best to persecute me, like this, it is better to die cleanly, why bother to affect my brother." ”

Thinking that the handsome man had been injured for himself, Dou Yuan's heart was like a knife.

"Give me my makeup, I'm going to see my brother. ”

Dou Yuan propped herself up and got up, lingering on the bed for several days, she only felt that her body was so weak that it seemed to be blown down by the wind.

Qiu Wen hurriedly stepped forward to support her snow arm, glanced out of the dark window lattice a few times, and comforted with his eyebrows: "It's getting late now, presumably the general has rested early, and it is not too late for the young lady to wait until dawn tomorrow." ”

Dou Yuan didn't comply, withdrew and walked alone to change clothes behind the spun screen, and then pulled his lips and instructed Qiu Wen: "Bring me the Shu brocade yellow striped shirt in the five-spice ring cabinet, the color is very good for my complexion, I wore it last time, and my brother praised me for being bright and vibrant!"

Qiu Wen settled, cautiously approached the side of the screen and said with a smile: "Miss, that Shu brocade satin is worn in the spring, and now it is unbearably hot in the summer, and I am afraid that I will get the heat when I wear that dress, so it is better to wear the new silk skirt made in the last month! The color of the silk shirt and skirt is gorgeous and delicate, and the slave maid thinks that Miss looks very good when she wears it." ”

"Let you take it, go and take it, where are there so many words. Dou Yuan poked her head out of the green veil, and the corners of her blue eyes were suddenly plated with a layer of anger.

Smacking her tongue, the maidservant Qiuwen turned into the small roll door on the right....

General's Mansion Que Xinyuan

Reflecting the candlelight like beans, Jintong hooked his head to give medicine to the man sitting on the bamboo couch, and carefully plated the red potion through a long cotton swab to the blood-red scar, Jintong gasped with a bitter face: "General, if you are in pain, call out, your subordinates will not tell others." ”

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Your medicine is. Dou Xiao sat down on the couch calmly, his thin lips slightly pursed into a line, and by the dim light, the large and small blood marks on his body were criss-crossed, exuding a faint and cold blood light.

"Brother..."

The master and servant were concentrating on the medicine, and suddenly a crisp voice with a crying voice hit, Dou Xiaoyang hurriedly pulled a satin brocade robe from the couch to wrap his body, the satin robe rubbed against the scarred shoulders and abdomen, his painful face turned black, paused, Dou Xiao raised his eyebrows and looked at the bead curtain door with a "bang", Dou Yuan was wearing a bright yellow satin skirt, holding a jade bud fan and leaning on the door frame to look at him.

"It's so late, why is Yuan'er still restless?" Dou Xiaoyang walked towards Dou Yuan with a smile, his tone as relaxed as ever.

"Brother, I'm sorry, it's all my fault that Yuan'er has bothered you. ”

As she spoke, Dou Yuan's eyes gradually turned red, and she sucked her nose and clenched Dou Xiaoyang's hand and cried: "If... The old lady was bent on asking Yuan'er to marry Murong Chuyu, and Yuan'er was willing to die. Even if Yuan'er is dead, she doesn't want to see her brother hurt because of me. ”

Dou Yuan stretched out her hand to hug Dou Xiaoyang's waist with a sad expression, buried her tearful little face into his broad chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, she felt that she was no longer a duckweed floating on the water.

Since the day her memory was regained, she had been imagining that she could be the woman in his arms, and she wanted to be held tightly in his arms.

Now, she really has got her wish.

It's a pity that she took the initiative to throw herself into it.

"Yuan'er, you let go first. ”

Dou Xiaoyang gently pushed her away, and there was a trace of displeasure in his inky eyes, except for the girl, he was very resistant to any touch from the rest of the opposite sex, even if this person was his sister who had always loved him.

"Brother, you..." Dou Yuan blinked her swollen almond-like eyes, and a tear fell.

She felt his rejection, a reflex-like resistance that pierced her sensitive heart.

Dou Xiaoyang's face was cold and unusually fixed in place.

After pondering for a few seconds, he turned his back and said in a deep voice: "You go back to rest early! Since you don't want to marry Murong Chuyu, I will definitely try to get your wish." "As a brother, he must not stand by and watch her sink into the mud, even if he tries his best, he will save her.

"That Yuan'er went back to rest, and my brother also rested earlier. Dou Yuan turned around with a smile, glanced at the straight and handsome man with a straight back, and his eyes swept from his slightly bent elbow, the injury on his body must be extremely serious, otherwise he would not have such a cold attitude, and secretly thought to himself, Dou Yuan's heart was half better.

He had just pushed her away, presumably from the injury he had inflicted.

It's not because he hates himself.

Yingying's eyes sparkled, Dou Yuan frowned and glanced at Dou Xiaoyang a few times, then turned around and took out a crystal bottle from his sleeve and stuffed it into Jintong's hand, "This is Shu Trace Pill, the most effective for whiplash and knife wounds, cut the hole with a sharp knife, and then apply the paste inside to the wound carefully, presumably in a few days my brother will be fine, you are waiting to use it, and I will send another bottle when it is used up." "Speaking of which, this pill is still homemade by her, and she tried it a few times last time, and the effect is really good, in the final analysis, it is thanks to the bamboo lady in the old mansion when she was a child and taught her this skill.

Otsuka Zaifu

Yat Wind

"Sister save me..."

"Sister..."

In the inner room, the wingwood is soft and the auspicious beast triangular incense burner is burning with a faint sandalwood, the silk bamboo treasure tent is hung on the couch, the cool breeze penetrates through the window cracks, and the extremely light curtain is rolled up and flutters, and the people lying on the embroidered gold thread begonia flower cloud pillow are frowning, and they are very unstable in sleeping.

An urgent cry for help sounded in her ears, and a soft and delicate voice called to her.

It's Yuanyi.

Her sister Fu Yuanyi.

The porcelain white and delicate wrist grabbed the empty air, Fu Liluo shook his head unsteadily and shouted: "Yuan'er, Yuan'er...."

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and Fu Liluo sat up with a shoulder of green silk.

Manluo opened the curtain with the palm lamp and entered, "Miss, but you have a nightmare?" Placing the yellow candlestick in her hand on the table, Manluo lifted the curtain of the bed and looked at her sweating head.

After being stunned for a moment, Fu Liluo only shook his head slightly.

Between pursing her lips, her eyes like clear water were instantly cold as frost, no matter what, she couldn't let Dou Yuan marry into Murong Mansion.