She had worried a thousand times, but she had never seen a man beside her master...... Now I see one, and he is still famous in the entire Nanshang Rongle County Prince. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Hongshan has to understand it well.

Zhao Fengyao heard Hong Shan's words and turned his head to look at her: "What does it matter?"

Hong Shan didn't dare to look at Zhao Fengyao, and her servility over the years made her a little timid and honorable person in her bones. Just slightly hung his head and vaguely responded.

Zhao Fengyao looked at Hong Shan, and then looked at the Zhihua on the side: "Didn't your master tell you?"

What does he have to do with her?

Hearing this, Hong Shan immediately shook her head, "No." ”

"Are you her eldest maid?" The maid beside her, he is common, and he knows books and paintings. Two unsympathetic girls.

Hong Shan nodded, looked up at Zhao Fengyao at this time, and couldn't hide the pride in her tone: "It's not." The slave maid is the big maid next to the young lady. As he spoke, he looked at the Zhihua on the side and added, "It's older than all of them." ”

The Zhihua behind him rolled his eyes helplessly.

"I'll talk to her..."Zhao Fengyao said and paused, glanced at Hongshan, and did not continue. He had nothing to do with her. Zhao Fengyao knew this, but he didn't want to say it.

Hong Shan listened anxiously on the side, what did it matter! But she didn't dare to be too unruly, so she lowered her voice and asked Zhao Fengyao again: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Fengyao shook his head and didn't respond.

"Alas. Hong Shan sighed, quietly skimmed Zhao Fengyao, and said to herself: "My master has a cold temperament, and he is a person who understands etiquette and etiquette, and has never said a word to a foreign man. ”

Zhao Fengyao listened to Hong Shan's words, and he suddenly remembered how she hugged a strange man on the night of her birthday.

"Yes......" The voice was very soft, as if he was talking to Hongshan, and it seemed like he was talking to himself.

When Hong Shan heard Zhao Fengyao's suspicious tone, she immediately exploded, "That's natural." My young lady is knowledgeable and reasonable, and she is not reserved, polite and interesting, how can she talk to a foreign man? Don't talk about talking, she won't even look at it!"

Although she is worried about Zhuo Yijia's marriage, she will never damage the reputation of the young lady for this matter.

The Zhihua behind him frowned when he heard this, and Hong Shan was like this, making it clear that she was looking for someone with her master. If the master knew Hong Shan's thoughts...... Zhihua secretly supported his forehead.

Here, Hong Shan stopped talking as she spoke, got up and saluted Zhao Fengyao, and said, "Slave maid go and help collect firewood." Then he walked to the good fish not far from the woods.

Shizi is one of the few men that the young lady has come into contact with, and she wants to inquire. But I don't want to talk too much about Miss and make others feel frivolous.

Zhihua looked at Hongshan's figure of picking firewood and breathed a sigh of relief. How can you think of the marriage of the master......

Zhao Fengyao also got up, took off the big coat on his body, stopped Zhihua, who was about to follow, and walked into the depths of the forest.

It didn't take long for Liangyu and others to pick up a large pile of firewood. A fire was lit in the clearing.

In the depths of the forest, Zhuo Yijia walked with Zhishu, one holding a hare in his hand, and the two of them each holding a bow and arrow, always paying attention to the surrounding movements.

When Zhao Fengyao walked over, Zhuo Yijia and Zhihua were squatting behind a rock, quietly staring at a young deer not far away.

There are quite a few of them, and the two rabbits are not enough to stuff their teeth, and with this young deer, they can have a full meal.

Zhao Fengyao also seemed to have spotted the young deer, and bowed down and quietly walked behind Zhuo Yijia to look at it together.

Zhuo Yijia and Zhishu had been staring at the young deer intently, so much so that Zhao Fengyao didn't notice it until he got to the side.

Zhuo Yijia glanced back at Zhao Fengyao, frowned, and was about to speak, when Zhao Fengyao's index finger was 'shhhhhh Then he pointed to the young deer not far away.

Zhuo Yijia glanced at him, and finally did not speak, but turned his head and looked at the young deer that was bowing his head for a while and looking up for a while.

Zhuo Yijia and Zhishu glanced at each other, and then both of them drew their bows and arrows, and the tips of the arrows were motionless towards the young deer.

Suddenly, Zhuo Yijia felt a warmth behind her, it was Zhao Fengyao's body that covered it, surrounding Zhuo Yijia's body from behind, and pulling the bow with her hand.

Zhuo Yijia's body trembled, frowned and turned her head to look, Zhao Fengyao's face was fair and handsome, looking at the deer not far away, and the breath spewed out warmly hit her face.

Zhuo Yijia's face was red at first, and then black, and he was about to withdraw and scold, but Zhao Fengyao lowered his head slightly and looked at Zhuo Yijia. Suddenly, the hand was loosened, and the arrow shot straight out.

Zhishu was already dumbfounded on the side, looking at the two people on the side, the full bow was not placed, and it was not placed.

"What is this doing?"

Waiting for Zhuo Yijia to be angry, Zhao Fengyao had already let go of his hand, stood up and took a step back, and bowed his head politely to Zhuo Yijia: "I'm afraid that the fourth girl won't shoot the deer and startle the deer, and I hope to forgive me for the rudeness." ”

Zhuo Yijia had a dark face, but Zhao Fengyao's gentle and polite tone made her feel blocked in her heart, and she couldn't even speak.

stared at Zhao Fengyao with a dark face: "Zhishu, take the deer and go back." So saying, he got up and walked back and forth without looking back.

Zhao Fengyao looked at Zhuo Yijia's straight back, pursed his lips and suppressed a smile, and followed.

When Zhuo Yijia and his party went back, a bunch of people had already made a fire in Liangyu, and the two coachmen were sharpening the shelves and setting them up.

Zhuo Yijia handed the hunted rabbit and young deer to Liangyu, and asked him and Zhihua to go to the river next to them to skin and wash them. Zhishu also followed.

In winter, the river in the mountains had already frozen, and the good fish smashed several times with a large stone to break out of the hole.

Zhuo Yijia sat by the fire, looking at the people not far away, some peeling the skin with knives, some scooping water to wash, and the ice of the river was immediately dyed red. In the river

At that time, Zhuo Yijia and Zhao Fengyao were left next to the fire, as well as Hong Shan, who was clinging to her own young lady on the side.

Zhuo Yijia pulled out the fire for a while. Hong Shan sat next to her with her head bowed, her back straight.

Zhao Fengyao glanced at Zhuo Yijia, his eyes fell on Hongshan, and he said softly: "Miss Hongshan is not going to help?"

Hong Shan was stunned for a moment and looked up at Zhao Fengyao.

Zhuo Yijia on the side was still fiddling with the fire in his hand, and stopped him in a loud voice, "Hongshan doesn't need to go over." "Hong Shan is not as knowledgeable as books and paintings, and her body bones may not be cold if she touches the ice water in winter.

Originally, Hongshan was going to stay by Zhuo Yijia's side, but when she heard Zhao Fengyao's words, she was not ready to go, and was ready to go back.

Listening to what his master said, he looked at the books and paintings that were washing rabbits in the distance, and he was a little embarrassed, so he stood up and said to Zhuo Yijia on the side: "I'd better go over and help." ”

Huaiqiu said

Thank you Heifeng for the monthly pass, what ~~~ Recently, I was sorting out the old articles I wrote before, and then sorted out a long story of Xianxia with a ———— of gray............ 100,000 words of manuscript. And then I've been rewriting the text recently, and when I'm free, I'm constantly revising, meticulously changing, and trying to make changes! I feel that rewriting is more tiring than writing.

Xianxia, I didn't even think about writing it now~ I wrote some scraps before, and now I am reluctant to discard the books I worked so hard to write, so I am still ready to treat it well, even if it was written before.

After changing Xianxia's text, I started to open a new book~ It's almost when this book is seven or eight hundred thousand words~~ When this book ends (estimated to be more than one million words), almost that book will be on the shelves. Of course, this book will also start and finish. Don't worry, young ladies, don't worry~