There were countless splashes in Qing Lingling's water, and all the girls on the water pavilion first heard Mu Zhiyue's panicked warning sound, and before they could react, something came out of the water, and they were all so frightened that they lost their faces and screamed in shock. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Amidst the screams one after another, Mu Zhiyue stared closely at the black shadow emerging from the water, for fear that he would rush to the pavilion at once.

But when she saw the true face of the dark shadow, she didn't know whether to maintain the panic she had begun or to put on a stunned expression.

The black shadow that rushed out of the water turned out to be a person, a man in dark clothes.

His clothes were wet and sticking to his body due to the soaking of the lake, and his hair was tied by a jade crown, and the droplets of water brought out of the water flowed down his cheeks, scratching long water stains.

He carried a large, half-arm-long red fish in one hand, and wiped the remaining droplets of water from his face with the other.

Ignoring the girls who were still screaming on the water pavilion, they waded through the water and walked to the shore.

Mu Zhiyue had already put away the stunned when she first saw him, seeing that the material of his clothes was excellent, and the texture of the jade crown on his head was also excellent, he secretly wondered in his heart that this should not be an assassin, right?

The people on the water pavilion also stopped screaming, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at the man who came out of the water.

The man's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his face was like a knife and an axe, even if he was as embarrassed as he was now, he couldn't hide his heroic spirit, his neck was slender, and his arms holding the fish were bursting with green tendons, and he looked strong and powerful.

The girls on the pavilion were all stupid, and Mu Zhiyue also watched the man wade into the water, getting closer and closer to him.

By the time Mu Zhiyue reacted, the man had already walked to her side.

He frowned and looked at Mu Zhiyue, then at the women on the pavilion, and suddenly hid his face and bowed his head, his shoulders twitched a few times.

Then he let go of the hand covering his face, and his dark brown eyes looked behind Mu Zhiyue.

Four or five steps away from Mu Zhiyue, Ling Yan and Xiao Zhuo, who had just caught up, were panting heavily.

The man tilted his head as if thinking about something, then showed a mouthful of white teeth, grinned at Mu Zhiyue and said, "This girl, lend me the girl behind you."

Mu Zhiyue had already recovered from the shock just now, remembering the panic, fear and chaos on the scene that she had just experienced, and her anger rose from her guts, and she suddenly made a move that she didn't dare to imagine.

I saw her raise her little fleshy fist and slam it into the man's face.

The man was expecting her answer, but he didn't expect the little girl in front of him to suddenly attack and take the punch without psychological preparation.

Fortunately, Mu Zhiyue was young and didn't have much strength, so it was just a little painful.

However, after Mu Zhiyue finished the beating, she felt that her hands were hot and painful, and she complained bitterly in her heart, but she didn't expect this man's face to be so hard, and it hurt me to death.

In this compartment, the man who was beaten also had a fire in his heart, looking at the delicate appearance of the little girl in front of him, but he didn't expect that she was still a wicked woman.

There is no bullshit in his life creed not to beat women, although he can't do anything to such a little girl, but anger has covered up his overflowing sympathy, and he raised his hand to pat the little girl's head.

Well, he still relented, and those big watery eyes stared at him like this, and he really couldn't beat it, but it was always okay to pat her on the head.

However, just when his arm was raised and not yet fell, he heard an angry reprimand: "Xia Yi, stop, what are you going to do?"

The voice sounded a little familiar, and the man called Xia Yi raised his head suddenly, and saw two girls walking briskly in the direction of him not far ahead.

One of them he recognized was Lord Anzhen.

As for the other one, when Xia Yi saw the appearance of the other person clearly, the raised hand suddenly froze there.

Belch...... Can anyone tell him what this is?

The woman with an angry face...... She...... It turned out to be her?

Xia Yi had the idea of retracting himself into the water again, Third Prince, Fang Ziyu, which of you can save me......

Mu Zhiyan walked in front of Mu Zhiyue in three steps and two steps, took her hand and turned left and right to check, and asked anxiously: "Yue'er, are you okay, are you hurt?"

Xia Yi stood next to him and twitched the corners of his mouth, girl, it's me who is hurting Okay, what kind of month is yours doing well.

The moment she saw Mu Zhiyan, Mu Zhiyue's heart was completely let go, and she blurted out "hand pain" when she was defenseless.

Mu Zhiyan raised her hand when she heard this, only to see that the little fat hand was red, and her heart was full of anger, and she turned her head and said sharply to Xia Yi: "Xia Yi, what have you done to my sister."

Xia Yi twisted his eyebrows and slowly raised his eyes to look at the sky, muttering: "It's not snowing this day."

Mu Zhiyan didn't understand what he meant, and asked, "What did you say?"

Xia Yi spread his hands, his eyebrows were upside down, and he said word by word: "I mean, I am more wronged than Dou E, your sister's hand is beating me."

He leaned over one side of his cheek again, stretched out his hand and nodded his face and said, "Oh, here, it's still red, right?"

Then he stretched out his hand and pointed between Mu Zhiyan and Mu Zhiyue and said, "Hey, I said, she is your sister?"

He suddenly patted his leg vigorously and said, "Hey, why am I unlucky when I meet the women of your Mu family?

The county lord Anzhen stood aside and listened to the "poof" laugh, all the little ladies in the pavilion didn't understand what this person named Xia Yi meant, but they all had a consensus in their hearts, that is, this water monster, ah, no, it is a little boy, and he is really good-looking.

Mu Zhiyan understood what Xia Yi meant in an instant, the feeling was that the sixth sister beat Xia Yi, and she was secretly happy in her heart, so good, she deserved to be her sister Mu Zhiyan liked.

But Mu Zhiyan still didn't dare to show it, and still said with a cold face: "Xia Gongzi is really good at laughing, my sister is just a child, we haven't investigated you for the scary things in the water, you blamed us first."

Xia Yi felt that he didn't turn over the yellow calendar when he went out today, so he waved his hand again and again: "Yes, I don't care about you women, especially the women of your Mu family, I still have to pay homage to Old Lady Han, you don't have to delay my time any longer."

Then he held the fish in one hand and raised the other, and waved at the county lord of Anzhen, "County lord, it's not good for me to ask you for peace like this, even if I owe you, I'll go back to you."

The county lord of Anzhen said with a smile on the corner of his lips: "It's okay."

can watch such a wonderful play, who cares if he is rude or not, Lord Anzhen feels that this trip to Fengyang is worth it.

Xia Yi walked up from the shore of the lake, just took two steps and stopped, and said to the county lord of Anzhen: "Can the county lord point a maid to help me guide the way."

Lord Anzhen casually called a maid and asked her to take Xia Gongzi to the front yard.

Xia Yi didn't care if he was still wet, holding the big fish in his arms, he walked around the Mu family sisters and a group of servants and followed the maid in great strides, leaving only a series of footprints behind him, but they were quickly dried by the sun.

When he walked away and couldn't see his figure, Mu Zhiyue withdrew the gaze placed on him, it turned out that he was Xia Yi, the Xia Yi who was knocked out of marriage by the second sister with a stick.