Dou Xiao raised his eyebrows to look at Fu Li Luoqing's pretty face, and unconsciously slowed down his voice and said: "Ten days ago, I went to Mingtai Temple to do a ritual for my mother's birthday, and I happened to meet a woman at the foot of the mountain who was fleeing, followed by a group of slaves..." It was also a coincidence that day, after doing the ritual, it was already dark, and he was just about to leave in the blue-curtained carriage, but he didn't want a ragged woman to stop his carriage, listening to her babbling and couldn't even speak clearly, and looked at the group of fierce Diao slaves behind him looking for someone, he felt pity for a while, so he hid her in the carriage.

"That woman is the cousin of King Dongyang?" Fu Liluo's mouth curved, his bright eyes froze for a moment, and his heart was slightly sour for no reason, with sympathy and sentimentality for the woman's miserable situation, and a little bit of taste.

Will General Dou, who has always been cold and severe, also soften his heart to the woman next to him?

A woman other than herself.

Seeing that Fu Liluo's face was a little gray, Dou Xiaoyang only thought that she was sentimental about the woman's situation, the fingertips holding the tea cup moved shallowly, and he hooked his lips and continued: "Seeing that her ragged clothes are really pitiful, I took her to the carriage, and guess what, she is actually a mute." In Fu Li Luo Qingrun's eyes, he took another sip of tea and said: "But fortunately, she is literate and can write, she snorted and said what happened to her, saying that she was kidnapped by thieves and taken to that nunnery, but she can't remember her life clearly, she only said that she is from Wujiang..."

"Then how do you know that she is the cousin of the King of Dongyang?" Reaching out and hugging the lazy little ball nested in the corner of the couch to his lap, Fu Liluo looked at Dou Xiaoyang with clear eyes.

Shaking his head, Dou Xiaoyang lowered his hand and put the tea bowl on the table, "She only wrote and remembered what she asked, and intuitively felt that her identity was not simple, so I secretly investigated in the shadows, but I didn't want to find out her life experience in a few days, the original way she was the daughter of Wujiang Chu Shilang, the seventh brother, because she was weak and sick since she was a child, she was raised in the palace on the outskirts of her aunt Xing Concubine Niangniang, however, when she was eleven years old, she was captured by thieves on the way to Wujiang's hometown with her grandmothers and maids, It is reported that Concubine Xing was still thinking about her niece before she died, so the king of Dongyang sent many people to investigate and there was no whereabouts, and then Concubine Xing died depressed with regret. ”

Concubine Xing is the adoptive mother of the king of Dongyang, but because she has been raised under her knees since childhood, the king of Dongyang is closer to Concubine Xing than the mother concubine who was born, and knows that Concubine Xing's only wish is to find the seventh brother, and the king of Dongyang is the most filial, so he is still looking for the whereabouts of the seventh brother to this day.

Dou Xiaoyang couldn't help but secretly think that his relationship with the king of Dongyang had always been indifferent, and now the cousin who was most valued by the king of Dongyang was saved by himself, thinking that the king of Dongyang really owed him a favor, but the favor was weak, he didn't care too much, but looking back, the seventh brother was the cousin that the king of Dongyang was looking for, but she was captured by the Yuwen Jingyi brothers, and the king of Dongyang and the Yuwen Jingyi were the most discordant, if the king of Dongyang knew that it was Yuwen Jingyi who separated his brother and sister, would the king of Dongyang let that Yuwen Jingyi recover？

When the time comes, I'm afraid that I won't even do it, and Yuwen Jingyi will see his head.

Thinking of this, Dou Xiaoyang's heart couldn't help but feel a lot happier.

The eyes of the girl sitting on the soft vultures were full of light and shadow, Fu Liluo lowered her eyes to pluck the begonia silk flowers on her sleeves, and said with a frown: "It's a loss, you have to put a lot of effort into finding out the woman's life experience! It's a pity that such a pearl noblewoman is living in such an unbearable place in such a good year, and it's embarrassing to think about it." ”

Dou Xiaoyang nodded, his eyebrows were unconsciously cold, "Now that she has raised most of her body in my mansion, Xi'er, what you said earlier reminded me, just in case, I will send someone to invite the king of Dongyang to come to my mansion to meet her tomorrow." "I wanted to wait for the seventh brother's health to be well, and Fang Cha sent her back to the Dongyang Palace, but Dou Xiaoyang thought about it again and again, and Fang felt that it was inappropriate, so it was better to quietly send someone to invite the Dongyang King to come to his own mansion.

"Has she lived in your house for half a month?"

The corners of her mouth smiled faintly, Fu Liluo only felt a little stuffy in her heart, although she had already guessed it, but now she said it disapprovingly from his mouth, she really didn't feel comfortable listening to it. Slightly irritable, he raised his hand to brush the broken hair on his sideburns, and Fu Liluo's beautiful eyes sank and sank.

Even though she is not a jealous person, she is very unhappy when she hears that he raises the woman next to her by her side.

Seeing that she suddenly frowned, Dou Xiaoyang's cultivation fingers were dazed, his jade face was slightly tight, and he was about to reach out to pull her, but he didn't want a bustling footsteps outside the door.

Someone's coming.

"Xi'er..."Dou Xiaoyang's long arm that fell in mid-air paused, and finally retracted.

"Let's go! I'm a little tired after a lot of talking. Fu Liluo turned his face and got up to chase him, and without looking at him, he walked towards the tassel shutter door.....

"Miss, Miss Shen is here. Manluo's sweaty face came up to Fu Liluo's snow arm, and pointed to the wooden basket that Ru Ming was holding in his hand and said with a smile: "Such a good peach, the slave maid is still the first time to see it, and the slave maid and Ru Ming have been exposed to the sun for so many hours, and the hard work has not been in vain." ”

"Sister Manluo's face is sunburned, and she just wants to eat peaches. Qiu Tang smiled and raised his hand to brush the green leaf flocculent on the mangrove's head.

"Sister Manberry is a foodie. Ru Ming smiled and bent down to tease the manberry's wrinkled and wet dress.

Manluo listened to everyone's jokes, and couldn't help scratching her forehead with a slightly red face.

The light and shadow are mottled, the posture is curling, Dou Xiaoyang looked into the crack of the door with a pair of clear black eyes, and vaguely saw her standing by the pear wood door talking to others.

She smiled so softly.

It was as if it wasn't her who shook her hand and cold face before.

The woman said that if she changed her face, she would change her face, and her emotions came so quickly, he really didn't react.

"General, general..."Jintong probed in from the corner of the curtain, hooked his hand to beckon him, and lowered his voice: "Dou Er's daughter-in-law, Mrs. Lin, came to you in a hurry, saying that the young lady had a quarrel with the old lady at home. ”

Dou Xiaoyang's handsome face was cold, and he shook the corner of his robe and walked over quickly, "Yuan'er is still making trouble about that?"

Jian frowned, the other person had already walked far away, and his face suddenly sank a few points, did the old woman want to force Dou Yuan to death? There are so many young men in Kyoto who can match her! Why does she only care about the jackal-like Murong Guogong Mansion? Let's not talk about what a cunning figure Murong Jingyu is, just say that his son Murong Chuyu is also a talent who can't be put on the stage, I heard that he has been wandering in the land of Goulan since he was thirteen years old, and he is now twenty-three years old, but he still wanders all day long.

Such a person, how could he promise Dou Yuan to him?

The corners of his mouth were cold and sneering, and Dou Xiaoyang's blue posture disappeared in Yifeng Pavilion like flowing water....

Besides, Fu Li Luo's master and servant stood under the porch and laughed, Shen Huanbi stepped into the courtyard with his front feet, "On such a hot day, I don't want to sit in the inner room, and I all run outside to talk, could it be that I came to greet me on purpose?"

With a light smile, Fu Liluo handed the Biluo peach blossom fan in his hand to Shen Huanbi, "Sister, please come into the house." After that, she looked at the quiet inner room through the roller shutter door of the hooked yarn, and just now she left the man in anger and left, but I don't know if he left or Hou is there, if he is cheeky and still staying in her inner court, this room invites Shen Huanbi in, if she rashly bumps into it, it is really inappropriate.

The long eyelashes flashed, Fu Liluo turned his head to Ru Ming behind him and ordered, "Go to the small kitchen and bring a bowl of cold red bean and lotus seed cold soup to my sister." ”

She deliberately raised her voice in case the man lingered in the inner room.

After hesitating for a moment, she opened the curtain and entered.

At first glance, the man had already left.

He's walking so fast!

Jiaoyan swelled with a trace of loneliness, Fu Liluo casually led Shen Huanbi to sit on the cloud couch, lowered her eyes to see, Shen Huanbi is rare today, the aqua blue placket inlaid with piping thin shirt, with a smoky purple pleated summer skirt, her complexion is a few points better than the next day, but Shen Huanbi's eyebrows are plated with a layer of faint gloomy color to reveal her unhappiness, poured a fruit drink from the glass blue bottle on the pear case and handed it to Shen Huanbi, Fu Liluo smiled and said: "Sister has always liked sweet and sour, you taste this plum wine made by your sister is not suitable for your appetite." Speaking of this plum wine, it was specially made for Dou Xiaoyang, but he always made himself unhappy, so she didn't bother to give it to him.

It's better to give Shen Huanbi a happy drink.

"Sister Xi, have you heard? That Yuan'er's sister is now married. Shen Huanbi stretched out her hand to take the cup handed by Fu Liluo, took a sip, frowned and said angrily: "I don't know what the old lady of the General's Mansion thinks, she actually gave Yuan'er's sister to the pickled pod!"

"Who did you give it to?" Fu Liluo was startled for a moment, and it took a while to come back to his senses.

"Murong Chuyu, that disciple. Shen Huanbi picked the corner of her eyes, her pretty face was puffed up, she raised her head and drank all the fruit drinks in the cup, smoothing the sullenness in her heart, Shen Huanbi said angrily: "I often tell my brother not to get too close to Murong Chuyu, he is not a good person, my brother thinks that my girl's family should not care about their men's affairs, you say that you are not angry! ”

Speaking of Murong Chuyu, Shen Huanbi had fire in her eyes.

Her gentle and jade-like elder brother Gu Jian Bo became more and more depressed because of Lin Xianying's death, and all the poetry and poetry collections were forgotten, but under the influence of Murong Chuyu, he began to go in and out of the Goulan Tile House all day long, and he was a good person like jade, and he let lust and wine invade his will like this.

Shen Huanbi angrily used her hands to pound the incense case.

"Murong Chuyu wants to marry Yuan'er, but I'm afraid it's a dream. Fu Liluo stood up suddenly, Xiao Yan, who was bullying the frost and snow, suddenly gloomy, for a moment, and was afraid that her indignant measures would be doubted by others, she was busy sitting down again, clutching the corners of her clothes with her bare hands, holding back the anger in her heart, and she said coldly: "Sister Dou Yuan is the sister of General Dou, General Dou has been in the court for several years, what kind of character is Murong Chuyu, General Dou is like a god, presumably he will not sit idly by and let his sister enter the wolf's den and tiger's den." ”

Condensed her eyes, Fu Li Luo sat on the chair of the Rose Palace, only her heart fluttered with anger, all kinds of doubts surged in her heart, she couldn't imagine why the old lady of the General's Mansion was so kind to Dou Yuan, even if she was not her own granddaughter, but after living together for so many years, could she really watch Dou Yuan fry in the oil pot? And that Dou Xiaoyang, really a fox-like man, they talked a lot face to face a quarter of an hour ago, but he didn't even mention half of Dou Yuan's family affairs.

Did he really conspire with his grandmother to send Yuan'er to the tiger's den?

Dozens of miles away and Gongyong Lane.

General's Palace.

The upper room in the north courtyard was cold and comfortable, but the mother-in-law and maids who were waiting in Hou were all hanging their heads, sweating on their foreheads, and the old lady Dou was wearing ordinary brocade clothes and leaning lazily on the soft couch, and her cold eyebrows were gloomy, and she overturned the fruit plate and tea bowl on the table, "Cry! Let her cry! Now this family is still my old woman who has the final say, she has to marry, and if she doesn't marry, she has to marry, and there is no room for negotiation." ”

Let her marry an orphan girl into the Murong Guo Mansion is considered to promote her, don't blame her for her ruthlessness, when she sweeps her out, there will be times when she cries!