With Huaishan's status, although he didn't dare to talk about Lan Qing's return to the Shen family, it was inevitable that there would be rumors in private. No matter how much Shen Yuan put pressure, there would still be a slight sound in her ears. Fortunately, the Xiuzhen world does not attach importance to the relationship between men and women, and many times it is the daughter-in-law of the Li family today and the wife of the Zhang family tomorrow, so the most conclusions are nothing more than alluding to the marriage between the Shen family of Huaishan and the Lan family of Styx.

'Miss Lan has a good means, and in the past few decades, Phoenix Ridge and Huai Mountain have been turned upside down, but the Lan family has reaped the benefits of the fisherman. ’

When he came out of the illusory fantasy picture scroll, Lan Qingruo was prepared to take on the gossip, but when this kind of discussion came into his ears more than once, he was inevitably uncomfortable, and even a little aggrieved.

If it weren't for the real existence of these years, she would have almost thought that it was just another round of crossing, and she was completely at a loss for what had happened over the years.

Seeing her in a daze on the swing again, Shen Yuan stepped forward slowly, squatting in front of her and holding her delicate, his eyes were deep, but the corners of his lips were secretly smiling, and asked, "Something on your mind?"

If Lan Qing put his head up, he couldn't only make him worry about these grievances, not to mention that others had never said anything wrong.

Whether she remembered it or not, those things had happened, and who could blame them. Leaning to the side, he sat beside him, fingers rubbing against him unconsciously. looked at the budding red plums in the courtyard, with a little grievance in his expression. "Uncle Gong has had people make pig's trotters for seven days in a row. ”

She smiled bitterly and said to Shen Yuan: "Husband, you just tell your uncle, although last time I said that I want to eat pig's trotters every day, how can this kind of thing be taken seriously?"

But she was embarrassed to say this to Bo Gong, and at the beginning, Bo Gong's eyes were always weird, as if he couldn't believe that she would appear in Huaishan again. In those days, she hid in the yard all day, and no one wanted to see her except her husband. But now I see that the old man is guarding the kitchen door every time he arrives, and he keeps telling the cooks who are looking for materials outside, which is more dedicated than ushering in the delivery. Even if the same pig's trotters on the table no longer have an appetite, they have to force themselves to finish their food.

No, it's clearly a meal at the moment, but she is quietly hiding here in the name of waiting for her husband to come out.

"Just say it. Shen Yuan's index finger hooked the green silk on her cheek, and said softly: "Uncle Gong doesn't understand the dishes of the mortal world, and what he makes may not be to your liking." If you don't want to make a recipe, let the chef do it differently and try it from time to time. ”

It's too much trouble, and although she loves to eat, she really doesn't want to make a mess. She knew in her heart that all this was what her husband meant, and he had always spoiled herself with all his might these days. No matter what kind of request is made, it will always be achieved in the shortest possible time. Sometimes he has already dealt with it before he even speaks, and he is a little uncomfortable at the same time, he always seems to be worried or afraid of something, and his eyes occasionally reveal things that he can't understand.

"Uncle Gong is in charge of Huaishan affairs, I am idle all day and I can't help much, I really don't want Uncle Gong to bother anymore. Besides, the world is big, and the number of delicacies is not something that can be enjoyed in Huaishan. Why don't you let the cook go, and if your stomach is stirring, you can take me out again to satisfy your hunger." A sweet smile rose at the corner of her lips, her head tilted and leaned on his shoulder to close her eyes, and then Shen Yuan took her in his arms. Lan Qingruo breathed in the breath of both familiar and unfamiliar breath on his body, and couldn't help but rub it.

Sensing her dependence on herself, Shen Yuan smiled even more, put his chin on her forehead and kissed her. "Okay, you're in charge. ”

Lan Qingruo laughed muffledly, and the deep affection in her heart seemed to be about to overflow. "The husband is like this, it's quite like those faint gentlemen in the book who laugh for the beauties and play the princes. ”

"I don't want to be a faint gentleman. Shen Yuan's eyes froze, and he laughed loudly: "In the end, the faint monarch lost the country and the beauty. Losing the country is a small matter, if you lose the beauty, won't the gain outweigh the loss?"

Lan Qingruo couldn't help but raise his head from his arms, "If you let your uncle hear this, you have to make your ears calloused." Suddenly remembered what I heard by chance the last time I went to the outside world, and I didn't know what the follow-up would be, so I asked: "Yin Shufang is guarding the foot of Shu Mountain, and there is still no movement?"

"There are many disciples in Shushan, and the head of the Kunxu sect is not an idle person, so he should not dare to act rashly before there is conclusive evidence. Shen Yuan replied.

"I remember that in the Ethereal Peak, the son of the Zhong family who swallowed the Dragon Ball, after so many years, his cultivation is probably not what it used to be, right?" If he is lucky, there is no one in the world who has better luck than him, and Ethereal Peak can swallow the Dragon Ball and enjoy the fairy bones when he asks for justice. At the beginning, the immortal sect of the family stared at him, and in the end, Shushan took the lead.

Shen Yuan's expression was faint, old things, vicissitudes of life, not to mention these trivial things, if it weren't for Qing Ruo mentioning it, he would almost not be able to remember. "Thirteen years ago, I became an elder of Shushan, and I don't know how to cultivate, but if I have the opportunity in the future, I can explore it. ”

As he was talking, the uncle returned outside the courtyard, and the head of Kunlun asked to see him.

"Nope. Shen Yuan's eyes were cold.

The old housekeeper of Huaishan answered outside and was about to leave to see off the guests, but was stopped by Lan Qingruo. "Wait a minute. ”

She frowned, got up from Shen Yuan's arms, and shook her head disapprovingly. "Let's meet, after all, it's the head of Kunlun. ”

"Kunlun is different?" Shen Yuan said puzzled.

Naturally different, Lan Qingruo said in her heart: If it weren't for Kunlun Immortal Cultivator, how could she meet him, and where did she have the fate she has now. Although she can't compare to her brother and sister's affection for her teacher, she is biased after all. "The husband cultivated in Kunlun, and he had a friendship with the head of Mo. Besides, many years ago, the Kunlun disciples saved me from a dangerous situation. ”

"Is there such a thing?" He already has a thin affection for these mortals, not to mention that he has been in charge of Huaishan for many years, and the so-called affection has long been exhausted between games. As for Qingruo's fate with Kunlun, I had never heard her mention it, and seeing her expectant look in her eyes, she couldn't say the words of refusal, so she had to raise her voice and order: "Tea in the front hall." ”

Lan Qingruo's eyes lit up, and the corners of her lips were overflowing with a smile, "I'm going to make tea?"

Shen Yuan looked at her half hesitantly, half teasingly, and said, "Your tea is not suitable for guests for the time being." After speaking, he got up, straightened his clothes, leaned down and pecked at the corner of her lips, and said softly with a gentle look in his eyes: "Wait for me to come back." ”

Hmph! Lan Qingruo unconsciously pursed her mouth, her tea-making skills are obviously good. Dissatisfied, he tiptoed to make the swing shake again, not going to bother him anymore.

When Shen Yuan's slender figure left the courtyard, the breath of the spring breeze suddenly became cold, and the surrounding body was gloomy and cold, and the oppression was so overwhelming that even the old housekeeper of Huaishan, who had been guarding his side all the year round, couldn't help but tremble in his legs. "Lord. ”

"Stay here, and no one will come near, let alone let her leave. Shen Yuan raised his hand casually, and a drop of red blood came out from between his fingers, and in an instant, a large purple and cyan net could be clearly seen from the outside, firmly sealing the courtyard. The wanton evil spirit came out of his bones, swept away the old housekeeper of Huaishan, and opened his mouth mockingly. "If I come back, I don't see anyone"

"Subordinates are left to the Lord's disposal. The old housekeeper of Huaishan spoke out without hesitation.

Shen Yuan's lips raised a very shallow smile, but his deep voice did not have the slightest warmth, and even with a cruel determination without a trace, "Very good." Bogong has always been a trusted person in this seat. ”

The old housekeeper of Huaishan hung his head very low, and he didn't dare to say more. Until the other party left, the thick evil aura left here also made him stiffen for a while. The old man on crutches straightened up slightly, and involuntarily looked in the direction of the courtyard, and he didn't know whether to sigh with joy or pity.

Miss Lan thought that the current lord of Huaishan was still the same person as he was decades ago. But I don't know that I have experienced too many things over the years, the Lord is cold and affectionate, evil and cruel, how can I ever be unbearable or hesitant. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have dared to believe that Miss Lan could re-enter Huaishan unharmed, and she didn't know that she was imprisoned in this huge cage.

At sunset, there were stars hidden in the sky, and Lan Qingruo, who was lying on the table and doing nothing, saw Shen Yuan coming in from outside the courtyard, his decadent body was suddenly straight, and he blinked his eyes and said aggrievedly: "Husband, you are finally back." ”

Shen Yuan saw her little appearance begging for comfort, and raised a light smile, "Angry?"

"My grandfather won't let me go out. Lan Qingruo pursed her mouth, put her elbows on the table and held her cheeks, staring at him without blinking, cute and tight. "Said: Huaishan is still rectifying, which may disturb the interest of the master's mother. She vividly learned from her uncle to reply to her, squeezed her grimace dissatisfiedly, and sighed. "I know Uncle Gong actually wants to say, let me not make a mess!"

"You just tell Uncle Gong directly. Shen Yuan stepped forward and touched her head, his eyes gentle.

Touch your head and kill! Lan Qingruo puffed out two cheeks, she also wanted to say it! But seeing her uncle hunched over and coughing from time to time, plus she hid in the yard at noon to live up to his wishes, she felt a little sorry in her heart, so she didn't have any words of objection. "Uncle Gong is still so hard at an age, how can a person like me who enjoys Qingfu be embarrassed to speak?"

After speaking, she gritted her teeth at Shen Yuan secretly, straightened up and jumped in front of him, and snorted coquettishly: "You don't help me either!"

"If you want your husband to help you?" Shen Yuan pretended to be angry, smiled in his heart, stretched out his hand to pick her up, and walked into the door.

Lan Qingruo hooked his neck with both hands, and thought seriously for a moment, but he didn't think of a suitable way. Let the husband order directly, the uncle naturally didn't say anything, but it was too much to think about, and the others didn't say anything, and they couldn't tell what they thought in their hearts. Thinking of this made her feel depressed, she was still at a loss about what others were talking about, and she had to bear the consequences. Especially when it was rumored that she and Meng Zhong had that kind of relationship before, she couldn't help but tighten her arms, buried herself in her husband's arms, and bit each other's shoulders angrily. Talk about 520 free reading_

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