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It was dark, and the lights came on and were blown out.

Xu Yizhi pushed the door a crack, wiped the rain on his face, the robe on his body, the boots under his feet, and the tape around his waist were all soaked with water.

Blown by this wind, it was cold to the bones.

"Are you back? What's the matter? Is the little girl particularly touched, thank you?"

The warm pavilion protruded with a touch of light, the eldest young master of the Weng family wrapped the bed with thick sheets, sat cross-legged quietly, held a small oil lamp in his arms, his eyes flashed with the light of mental retardation, and his tone was eager, and he spoke in a Beijing accent, "I haven't slept all the time, just waiting for you to come back! The little girl knows that her foreign family is the Bai family?"

Xu Yizhi pursed the corners of his mouth, reached for the handkerchief, and dried his hair.

Weng Jiao sighed three times, squinted his eyes and crossed the gloomy face of the prince of Zhenguo, "I told you earlier, don't mix this muddy water, the little girl is crying? Are you sad? Do you say there is something wrong with you? The girl has a good life, you have to intervene to cross such a bar." It's been so long, and the little girl hasn't been born yet, so it's good to not know for the rest of your life?

The more Weng Jiao thought about it, the funnier he became, and he said, "Others climb the wall to be beautiful, kiss me and me." You climb the wall to tell stories, cry and cry. ”

Xu Yizhi's handkerchief was thrown away, and it happened to be pasted on Weng Jiao's face.

The venerable prince of Zhenguo hastily wiped his face, soaked, and nested in the bells and whistles in the Taoist temple.

Weng Jiao's retarded mind was still chattering, like a fly.

And the flies took him like.

Flying around, buzzing.

Of course, he knew that it was very unpleasant for him to come to the little girl and say these words in a hurry today.

But there was no way for him to turn a blind eye.

At first, he sent people to Guangyang Mansion to investigate this Zhao girl, firstly, he was afraid that his political opponent would bury a nail in the Weng family and the Zhenguo Mansion, and secondly, he felt that this girl was really good-looking, but after investigating more and more, he found that it was unusual.

Of course he could have left it at that.

But if he stopped, what about the truth?

Will the truth be buried forever in the dim earth, smelling of decay, never to see the light of day?

Everyone says that the eldest grandson of Zhenguo is calm, elegant, and personable, but only he knows that he is more serious... Very really...

He gets angry if the hem of his clothes is not straightened, he gets angry when the sleeves are not straightened, he gets angry when the books are not neatly arranged, he gets very angry, he gets angry childishly.

He could not tolerate the truth being hidden.

I can't tolerate fate being so cruel to such a beautiful little girl.

"If Little Miss Zhao can't be relieved, what can you do?" Weng Jiao leaned on the bed, holding a small oil lamp in his arms, and wearing a flower quilt on his head, looking not only like a mentally retarded, but also like a mentally retarded aunt, "If Little Miss Zhao can't recover in this life, she is bent on revenge, what should you do? You are going to ruin people's lives!"

The room was dark, Xu Yizhi closed his eyes, breathing evenly, as if he was asleep.

Aunt Weng, who was wearing a quilt with flowers, snorted enchantingly, and was about to go back to the room to sleep for beauty sleep, but her ears pricked up and she heard a low response.

"I'm in charge to the end. ”

She wanted revenge, so he handed the knife.

She wanted to forget, and he played dumb.

She wanted to stride forward, so he lit a lamp and cleared the barricades.

I inexplicably found a pot for myself to carry, and no matter how heavy it is, I have to admit it.

The next day, Tan Sheng got up with two big eyes and frothy and scared the official's mother to fight ghosts for Tan Sheng at night, rolling eggs and applying cold water, seeing that Tan Sheng was not happy to eat, he pinched Tan Sheng's nose and poured down a big bowl of thick porridge alive, which made Tan Sheng roll his eyes.

Gu Sui and Wheat covered their mouths and smiled, ignoring the life or death of her young lady, and flattered one by one, "Mother Guan is so heroic!" and "Mother Guan is so decisive!"

Tan Sheng silently rolled his eyes again.

It's a shame to say that yesterday was so windy and rainy that she couldn't help crying, and the eldest grandson of the Weng family didn't dare to leave, nor did she dare to persuade her, so he stood there in a daze, guarding her and crying. Later, she was tired of crying, and said that she was going back, so the grandson of the Weng family sent her to Langkou, and then turned back, and braved the heavy rain to climb the one-and-a-half-high wall.

With teary eyes, she watched this boy pick up his robe and climb the wall, and when he didn't jump up, he didn't want to cry much.

wiped away her tears, and didn't dare to alarm the official's mother, so she washed up in the dark, and slept until dawn with a pillow.

When I fell asleep, I didn't worry about anything.

As soon as you wake up, you have to face this inexplicable world.

Tan Sheng touched his bulging belly, which was filled by the official mother, and then looked at the two white-eyed wolves of Gu Sui and Wheat circling around the official mother, and suddenly felt that he was not so irritable.

Wait until noon, the three families took advantage of the rain just a little, quickly packed up and said goodbye, Jing Dao Chang held an umbrella and sent the sedan chair of several families to the bottom of the mountain, Tan Sheng lifted the curtain and smiled at Jing Dao Yuan, Jing Dao Chang twisted his neck suddenly, hypnotizing himself that he actually didn't see anything, yesterday was just a floating cloud...

When they came, they sat in their own sedan chairs, but when they went back, the county lord of Pingyang pulled the old lady and Tan Sheng to sit in the sedan chair of the Weng family, and walked in the forefront.

Zhao Hualing's face changed so much that the girl went to help her, but she shook her hand and pushed her, "What kind of person are you, you are also worthy of touching me!"

Zhao Huarong was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, "Second sister, this world is not based on the dignity and humility of identity." You see, as soon as the big sister came, you changed from the long to the second, from the first to the second lift, the big sister was in the limelight yesterday... Tut-tut..."

The two sons of the Weng family, wearing cloaks, were driving their horses from the side to open the way.

In the end, it is the son of the Jingshi family, even if you have a flash, you can see that it is not the same as the gentlemen in this local officialdom.

Zhao Huarong raised his eyebrows, "Yesterday's big sister came out of the limelight, in less than three days, I am afraid that people in Jiangxi will know, when others talk about the Zhao family, I am afraid that only Miss Zhao will be known, and I don't know that there are second girls, third girls, and fourth girls." ”

Zhao Hualing glanced at the galloping white horse, as well as the back on the horse's back.

I can't help but hate in my heart!

Thinking about it again, my mother was grounded at home because of this little cheap hoof!

How long has it been since Zhao Tan gave birth to little hooves?!

Her father's heart went to her, took her to the mansion, and ate with her; the old lady who didn't care about anything for a long time also seemed to be under the magic barrier, and asked her to move to live in Jiaoyuan, and gave her a few girls; even the Weng family looked down on her, and looked at the county lord of Pingyang yesterday, a Qiao... Does the county lord of Pingyang know who her foreign family is, and who is this little hoof's foreign family!

Her maternal ancestor is the Li family!

The Li family, who has been an official for generations, two scholars for father and son, and three generations of courtiers!

Her maternal grandfather was the left senator of the Criminal Department!

It's Jingguan'er!

After a few more years, he will be promoted to the secretary of the Criminal Department, and it will not be impossible to enter the cabinet and worship the prime minister for a few more years!

What about this little's grandfather? Phew, I don't know where to farm and dig coal!

Fortune telling, fortune telling!

If it was really that accurate, then Zhao Tansheng didn't calculate that she was very angry, so the consequences were very serious!