019 Dream Tears Sword Man's Heart (1)

"Hugh is rude. The little guy tilted his head sideways, and then looked at Jian Xiyan very unkindly, and few people in the entire General's Mansion dared to touch his head.

"You will really hit a rake, it was you who bumped into it, whether I was rude or you were rude, you must know that I am your elder, you should call me a big lady. Jian Xiyan didn't care, she originally liked children very much.

"You are so bold, the eldest lady also calls herself casually, and the two of you don't slap her mouth. The little guy looked disdainful, and this expression really looked like his father.

"Little young master, this lady is indeed the eldest lady of the little young master. The woman who accompanied her whispered.

"Ah......" Obviously, the little guy didn't expect such an answer.

"Don't open your mouth so wide, you know that I am your elder, shouldn't I salute my eldest mother, your father doesn't like children who are not polite. Jian Xiyan looked at the little guy with a smug expression.

"Qing'er has seen the eldest mother. Forced by his father's majesty, the little guy respectfully saluted Jian Xiyan, but Jian Xiyan knew that he was a hundred reluctant.

"Very good, my aunt will forgive you for being rude, but you have to do a sport with your aunt, otherwise I will tell your father about today's events. Jian Xiyan deliberately threatened, originally this matter was that the more people involved, the better, only she and Xiaolian were really boring, but she couldn't pull anyone else except Xiaolian, and now she just happened to catch one.

Although the little guy was very reluctant, but when he thought of his father, he could only succumb, and Jian Xiyan smiled secretly in his heart.

Jian Xiyan explained the rules of the game to the two people who were forcibly dragged into the movement by her.

Jian Xiyan's sport is similar to playing football, the difference is that they play sandbags (sandbags are made by Jian Xiyan herself) The two women are arranged to guard the goal, Jian Xiyan is in a group, Xiaolian and Qing'er are in a group.

After the assignment was completed, Jian Xiyan said to start.

At first, the little guy was very repulsed by his calm little face, but he was soon attracted to the sport, so the three of them chased after me and had a great time, but the two women only shook their heads, and if the general knew that the lady was so crazy, he did not know how he would be annoyed.

Jian Xiyan, who grabbed the sandbag, flew up and shot hard, I don't know if the sandbag was deliberately against her or if she didn't use the right force, in short, the sandbag did not enter in the established direction, but turned a corner and flew out, and then smashed it impartially towards a person not far away

Murong Wenyu is so skilled, one sideways, and the sandbag is firmly grasped by him in his hand.

In fact, Murong Wenyu was attracted by bursts of laughter, and in the relatively quiet General's Mansion, such a noise is rare.

When Murong Wenyu turned the rockery and saw Jian Xiyan running happily on the grass, a soft shadow appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but stop and quietly watch the shadow running around in the clearing, and his eyes kept changing direction with her movements.

In the past few days, Murong Wenyu deliberately did not show his face, he was afraid that he would sink uncontrollably because she and Rourou had too many similarities, but every night in the middle of the night, he would involuntarily move to her window, and after she fell asleep, he entered through the window, stared at her face quietly, and then sighed and lay down with her.

He liked the smell of her more and more, but what puzzled him was that every night when she was by his side, his softness never appeared again.

When Jian Xiyan saw that the person standing there was Murong Wenyu, she pursed her lips in displeasure, and wanted to treat him as air, but the air had already walked straight over.

"I've seen ...... general"

"I've seen Daddy......"

Xiaolian and Qing'er bowed respectfully to Murong Wenyu.

Jian Xiyan didn't mean to greet at all, she looked away with her self-interest, Xiaolian quietly tugged at her sleeve, but she turned a deaf ear, she didn't plan to please him again.

Murong Wenyu's cold eyes swept over Jian Xiyan's face, and his thick eyebrows twisted: "Madam, can you explain what this is?" Murong Wenyu spread out his palm, and the sandbag lay quietly in his palm, looking at her awkward little face, he actually smiled in his heart, her temperament was really like softness.

"This is something that women and children play with, what are you doing with it?" Jian Xiyan stretched out her hand to take the sandbag back, who knew that Murong Wenyu was one step faster than her to close her palm, and Jian Xiyan grabbed it.

"If I'm not mistaken, Madame kicked this thing to me. Murong Wenyu spread out his palms again, as if he was deliberately teasing, he didn't know how much patience he had in front of this woman.

"Gee, why are you so nasty. Jian Xiyan, who was already resentful, stopped doing it now, she didn't care what a general was or not, she directly stepped forward and grabbed Murong Wenyu's arm, and then broke his hand hard, but he was holding the iron tightly, she couldn't hold it open, and in anger, Jian Xiyan bit it directly.

Xiaolian and the two women on the side were dumbfounded, and Qing'er had already sneaked away when she saw that the situation was wrong.

Murong Wenyu naturally didn't expect her to bite, shook her arm hard, and then turned around angrily, what is she? Murong Wenyu felt that he didn't use much force, but Jian Xiyan was thrown out by him, and the defenseless Jian Xiyan was thrown a few steps away, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ahh

"Miss......" Xiaolian exclaimed in surprise and rushed to Jian Xiyan, while the two women were stunned in place, what is the situation now?

Murong Wenyu, who had already turned around, felt a violent throbbing pain, the pain made him bow down, as if he thought of something He turned around, only to see Jian Xiyan sitting on the ground, he didn't expect that he would throw her a few steps away with a gentle flick of his hand.

At this moment, Murong Wenyu understood the reason for his heartache, he endured the pain and moved to Jian Xiyan's face, and then slowly squatted down.

"Okay, don't ...... Don't cry. He held his chest with one hand, and wiped away the tears on her cheeks with trembling with the other.

"Arm...... Arm...... My arm...... It hurts, it'...... It must be broken. Because of the pain in her arm, Jian Xiyan cried even more happily, and when she fell to the ground, her arm was on the ground, and she clearly heard a click, and she believed that her arm must have been broken.