It was late when he returned to the Jade King's Mansion, and as soon as Yurong got off the carriage, Qinglan greeted him, saying that He Yixin had cut the green pine in the Bajingyuan today, and Uncle Jiao wanted to send He Yixin away from the Jade Palace, He Yixin argued that the prince had left her in the Jade King's Mansion, and she would not leave unless the prince drove her away. Unable to drive away, and unable to fight out, Uncle Jiao was overwhelmed by her scoundrel, thinking that Qinglan had been with Gongzi before, so he brought Qinglan back to deal with this problem.

Where could Qinglan not know the original situation, He Yixin was not carefully selected by Uncle Jiao, and it was inexplicable to stay at the beginning, such a subordinate could not be used by the palace, and it was inevitable that Uncle Jiao would find a reason to take the opportunity to send her out. If you don't leave today, you will inevitably find a reason to drive her away tomorrow, but I don't know if I am really confused or pretending to be stupid, no matter how Qinglan persuades, I decided to ask my son to speak. After a day of twisting like this, Qinglan had to temporarily bring her back to Taoyuan first.

Yurong thought for a moment: "Let's do this first, I'm also very tired today, and I'll think about it tomorrow." Qinglan hurriedly helped her, bent down to take a look, stretched out her hand and picked up a fluffy ball, and then said: "Miss, where did the cat come from?" Didn't you send it to you by Rong Shizi? ”

Yurong was weak, and just stretched out his hand to pinch the puff's ear, he remembered that Rong Yuan said it was dirty, so he walked while retracting his hand: "I picked it up, and somehow, I like to pounce on people, so I called it pounce," he turned his head and glanced at the plop nested in Qinglan's arms, and wondered: "How did it come along?" ”

Qinglan felt meek, touched its head, and said with a smile: "This cat is spiritual. ”

As the night deepened, two people and a cat entered the peach paradise before and after.

Qinglan had already ordered someone to prepare hot water, Yurong sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt after a rough bath, only then did she feel a little warmer, her hair was dripping, her hands were bundled, and she made her hair into a state of weeping willows, looking at the droplets of water on the ground, Yurong opened her mouth and said: "Qinglan, quickly bring me a towel." ”

As soon as the words fell, the dripping green silk was wrapped in a towel, and he lowered his head to see a pair of white satin boots, and just wanted to look up, a gentle male voice above his head said: "Don't move, Qinglan is bathing Puff." ”

Yurong looked at the thin lines of his white brocade robe, and said in a muffled voice: "Rong Yuan, breaking into the women's boudoir at night, you are really doing the first disciple in the name of the first son." ”

Rong Yuan lowered his head, looked at her slender and white neck, and a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I can be a little more disciple." ”

Yurong's body stiffened, feeling that he was molested too often, and for a while he didn't expect Rong Yuan to shamelessly admit that he was a disciple, "snapped" and slapped Rong Yuan's hand, wanting to take the towel and wipe his hair by himself, because the range of movement was too large, the quilt draped on his body slid down the side of his shoulder, and suddenly his body and heart were cold, and he quickly pulled the quilt up, Yurong grabbed the corner of the quilt and wanted to shrink his head into the quilt.

Rong Yuan took in the spring light that had leaked out unexpectedly, the smile on the corner of his mouth was even stronger, and he wiped Yurong's long hair on his hand for a while.

The candle flame jumped, the light was dim, and the two of them were silent, and after a long time, Yurong said, "Wipe it off, right?" Rong Yuan stood in front of her like this, she always felt a lot of pressure, especially when she didn't dare to move.

Rong Yuan picked up the handkerchief, put it on the shelf next to the bed, picked up the wooden comb on the dresser and walked to Yurong again.

Yu Ronggang raised his head and threw his hair behind quite arrogantly, and when he saw Rong Yuan coming over with a comb, a pair of apricot eyes widened: "Rong Yuan, don't move." ”

Rong Yuan's eyebrows rose, and his eyes were gentle with water cutting: "In ancient times, there was a thrush, and now there is Rong Yuan combing his hair." After speaking, he gently stroked Yurong's long hair with a hand-made comb, brushing it from head to tail, with a focused expression, and the slightly wet hair passed through the palm, Rong Yuan simply put down the wooden comb.

Yurong saw that he directly ignored his words, and he couldn't act to protest, so he hypnotized himself and accepted: This is a beautiful man. Pinching the corners of the quilt and looking at the candle flame in the window, Yurong blinked and asked, "Why did Tu Weiguo let Yang Yanchen harm me?" ”

Rong Yuan smiled lightly: "Why is Rong Er so sure that I am here for this matter?" ”

Yurong puffed up: "If it weren't for this incident, I would have kicked you out, Rong Yuan!" Xin Li drove his carriage to send her back to the Jade King's Mansion, indicating that Rong Yuan has been in the six gates, since it has been confirmed that Yang Yanchen was indeed ordered by Tu Weiguo, the interrogation must be pursued by victory, she feels that Rong Yuan and her should be the same style.

Rong Yuan wrapped a strand of her hair thinly, and his voice was slightly low: "Yang Yanchen said that Tu Weiguo wanted to stage a drama of heroes saving beauty." A trace of cunning flashed quickly in his eyes, and his face was still as gentle as jade, and the landscape was not visible at all.

Yurong felt that her jaw was about to fall, was her charm really that great, or did Tu Weiguo have other intentions, or did Rong Yuan secretly look at the man, and seeing that Rong Yuan's face was calm, Yurong said: "Then why did Tu Weiguo do this?" ”

Rong Yuan's hand that had been wrapping around Yurong's hair stopped moving, and he half-squatted and said with interest: "Naturally, Rong'er is too charming, and even Tu Xiang has been reduced to a subordinate minister." ”

Yurong rolled his eyes weakly: "It's not as good as one ten-thousandth of Rong Shizi." "After all, this product is a national male god.

Rong Yuan didn't make a sound, got up and turned his back to her, against the candlelight, his tall and slender back became more and more majestic, like the moonlight indifferent, and like the dazzling sunlight, capturing the figure attached to the wall, Rong Yuan's eyes flashed, and he said lightly: "It's getting late, it doesn't seem good to stay in Rong'er's boudoir for a long time, I'll come back tomorrow." With that, he climbed out of the window on the east side of the south wall.

Yurong was speechless for a while: It's not good to stay for a long time, is it good to trespass into her boudoir in the middle of the night! Also, Rong Shizi, is it really good for you to be so bright and windy and turn over the window when the night is thick!

Sighing and shaking his head, a strand of sideburns fell down in his ears, remembering that Rong Yuan combed with his hands, Yurong's face couldn't help but turn a little red, touching his hair, there was no wetness anymore, and he lay down with his hands together.

Wei Qilin yawned, and said in a gossipy and excited whisper: "Look at it, that's Rong Shizi!" My idol! Miss can actually soak Rong Shizi! ”

Wei Fenghuang had a cold expression, and he was still half-squatting on the roof in the previous duty posture of not moving in the wind, rain, thunder, and thunder.

Wei Qilin refused to stop, and the whole person was like being beaten with chicken blood: "Phoenix, don't be so cold, the night is long and the dream is dry for many days, and it is also excellent to talk to the eldest brother to relieve boredom, otherwise how to spend this long night, every night, I really feel like a concubine who has been beaten into the cold palace," Seeing Wei Phoenix's lips move slightly, Wei Qilin continued to gush: "Let's continue to talk about Rong Shizi!" ”

Wei Fenghuang silently complained in his heart: It's obvious that you are talking about it.

"Rong Shizi is a man who is admired by all Nanchu women, but I am used to being a low-key eldest brother, silently being a hero behind my back, otherwise with my eldest brother's knowledge, martial arts and handsome appearance, it is definitely the first son of the first son above Rong Shizi, and the fighter of the son! Phoenix, why don't you always speak? Do you also love Murong Shizi? Alas, look at the success of the young lady who has been guarding us for so many years・・・・・・"

The night is still charming. A white figure came like a fairy.

After Wei Fenghuang saw the person who came, he instantly removed the murderous aura on his body, his body moved slightly, and he said, "I've seen Rong Shizi." ”

Wei Qilin, who was opposite her, shuddered, turned around slowly, and was surprised for a while: "I've seen Rong Shizi." ”

After Rong Yuan's luck flew away, he suddenly remembered why he didn't turn over the roof but over the window, and when he thought of Yurong's personal guard on the roof who had seen Yurong's appearance, he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, so he flew back to find fault and stood with his hands: "Well, as far as your martial arts are concerned, I didn't even notice that I came, how can I protect Miss?" ”

Wei Fenghuang was extremely smart, and he saw through Rong Shizi's awkward thinking at a glance, so he replied in passing: "Rong Shizi taught him a lesson. ”

Wei Qilin is aggrieved and abnormal, originally, he is Yurong's secret guard, Yurong doesn't dislike it, Rong Yuan dislikes it, besides, in this world, how many monsters like Rong Yuan have bottomless martial arts?! How many are there?! roared in his heart, and his mouth was stubborn: "It's not that we are incompetent, but that Rong Shizi's martial arts are too high." If it's a normal thief..."

"Oh? If the secret guards of the Wei family can only deal with ordinary thieves, how is it different from the family? As soon as the words came out, Rong Yuan raised his eyebrows lightly: "Do you have to take care of Rong'er's every move?" ”

"Yes, Rong Shizi." Wei Qilin had a deep sadness. Sure enough, gods like Rong Shizi don't need secret guards, and even this kind of basic question has to be asked.

"Your secret guard is the five gods of the Vermilion Bird of the Wei family, right?" Rong Yuan said lightly, seeing that the two of them were full of shock, that is, the answer was already clear in his chest, so he nodded and left with his sleeves.

Wei Fenghuang looked at Rong Yuan's figure fluttering like a cloud, and it took a long time to react, and whispered: "This Rong Shizi is really not an ordinary person. "The Wei family's cultivation of secret guards is intertwined, and it has never been loyal to its people to do their work, but to help the major families cultivate dark guards when they see the money. In line with the principle of "if there is a war call, you must return", naturally you can't let the secret guard mess around, so the code name has always been very secret. Rong Yuan said the code names of the five gods of the Vermilion Bird without much care, which really surprised them.

Wei Qilin also nodded: "Well, otherwise can it be my idol?" ”

With Wei Qilin's festival of falling to the ground, the night is getting thicker・・・・・・