Guanjia

Hua Youning hugged her daughter, held the letter in her hand, and raised her head to look at the sweaty dark nine who was still hot in the snow, and really admired the kid of the Zong family. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Dark Nine stood in the hall, not daring to open his mouth to gasp, and could only show his fatigue through his snort.

From the small city in the south of the Yangtze River to Qingcheng, it was seven or eight days away, but the little young master always disliked their slow movements, and insisted that they send the letter to the Guan family within three days.

Thinking of seeing a few brothers on the road every day, Dark Nine pursed his lips, wanting to refute but didn't dare to say anything.

Guan Yiyi was held in Hua Youning's hands one by one, playing with the letter sent by the secret guard of the Zong family a few days ago.

"Ahh

Putting the letter into his mother's hand, Guan Yiyi pointed to a few still immature handwriting on the envelope and sighed.

"Yiyi, since Jiming likes Yiyi so much, then my mother will let Jiming be Yiyi's husband, okay?"

Regardless of whether the two-year-old child can understand what he said, Hua Youning opened the letter that had just been delivered, and the content inside was still the same as always.

"Yiyi, you see that I will be thinking about you tomorrow, so why don't I ask Brother Dark Nine to send you to Jiangnan."

The child in her arms will be happy every time she sees Zong Jiming's letter, so that her mother-in-law, who has been with her daughter all day long, has eaten several catties of dry vinegar.

"Yikes!"

Guan Yiyi really wanted to know Zong, and he hadn't seen him for many days, and he didn't know if he had grown up.

"Mrs. Guan, there is also a portrait of the little master here, the little master said, I was afraid that Miss Guan would miss him, so I asked the painter to draw this painting......"

Before Dark Nine could finish speaking, he felt that the atmosphere in the room had become a little different.

The maids who were standing in the hall and waiting raised their heads to look at Dark Jiu, who was bowing and saluting, and thought in their hearts, "The little prince of the Zong family is really thicker than the city wall, and he actually said such unashamed words." ’

"What about paintings?"

Hua Youning was also stunned by Zong Jiming's words, and it took a long time before he came to his senses and asked the dark nine under the seat.

"The little young master said, this is only for Miss Guan to see, if the others look at it, I won't have good fruit to eat when I go back."

Dark Nine is talking about their brothers, this makes Dark Nine who just heard what the original owner said a little strange, it's just a portrait, what's the point of letting others see? How many of their brothers can't eat good fruit?

After thinking about it, Dark Nine touched the portrait that was protected by the Zong family with his hand, presumably because the little young master felt ashamed to say such a thing.

After listening to Dark Jiu's words, Hua Youning was also taken aback, and the thoughts in his heart were the same as those of Dark Jiu, so he smiled and asked Dark Nine to hand over the painting to her, promising that he would not peek, so that Dark Nine could rest assured that he would hand over the things in his arms to her.

Guan Yiyi, who was very curious in his heart, couldn't wait to immediately unfold the drawing paper in his mother's hand, but thinking that after she and Zong Jiming got married, the secret guard of the Zong family had been protecting herself, so she quieted down and stopped making noise.

As soon as the six sons of the Guan family got out of the school, they saw the scene in front of them when they entered the house.

Seeing Dark Nine standing in the middle of the hall, Guan Wenrui, who had never said good things, couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Yo, Dark Nine is here to deliver the letter again? How? This letter is the same as the last one? ”

Dark Jiu, who had been to Guan's house many times, heard Guan Ergongzi's ridicule, his earlobes turned bright red uncontrollably, and he lowered his head and didn't make a sound, just waiting for Hua Youning to write a reply letter and ask him to go back so that he could have an explanation.

snatched the letter from his mother's hand, and read the content of the letter in three or two eyes, Guan Wenrui couldn't help but sigh and still had some rejection in his heart for the child who suddenly appeared and robbed his sister with him.

"Go back and tell Zong Jiming, the next time I write such a letter, I will burn it all for him, I don't study hard all day, what are you thinking?"

A word wakes up the dreamer.

Seeing the dark nine who suddenly raised his head and had some excitement in his eyes, Guan Wenrui walked behind Guan Wenjin at a loss.

Are the Zong family so terrible? Why are they all so shocked.

No longer waiting for Mrs. Guan's reply, Dark Jiu ran to the gate of the Guan family without even drinking a sip of hot tea, raised his legs and stepped on the fast horse that was still resting, and rushed to the path without looking back.

Before the Guan family and the others could react, they felt a cool breeze blowing on their faces, and when they came back to their senses, the dark nine was no longer visible in the hall.

Hua Youning put the painting paper into Yiyi's arms, and sighed in his heart that the secret guards of the Zong family were still children, and he was a little breathless.

Guan Yiyi, who was anxious to see the portrait, deliberately yawned in front of his mother to show that he was a little sleepy and wanted to go back to his room to rest.

Seeing her daughter's big mouth, she stood up funny, left her six sons who hadn't taken a good look at her sister's face full of regret, and walked straight to Guan Yiyi's room.

In the room

Guan Yiyi opened his eyes one by one, saw that there was no longer anyone in the room, and wanted to sit up, but his mother dressed her too much, and after entering the room, she 'left' her on the bed, and turned around and left without care.

Clumsily took out the painting paper in his arms, and opened the painting paper that was folded into several folds with a smile, but when Guan Yi opened the painting paper one by one, the whole person was stunned, and the action of holding the painting lasted for most of the hour, and he didn't move.

A small town in the south of the Yangtze River

Dark Nine hurriedly stopped the horse that was still galloping, and despite the fact that the horse had not stopped, he accidentally stumbled a few steps when he dismounted, almost burying the whole person in the snowdrift at the entrance of the farm.

Dark San, who had just gone out, saw Dark Nine's panicked movements, and accidentally laughed, in exchange for the expected white eyes.

The action of just wanting to step out of the threshold was stopped by Dark Jiu, and Dark Three looked at Dark Nine puzzled, "If you have something to say, you have nothing to say, I am still in a hurry to send a letter to the second lady of the Zong family in the future." ”

The voice was so loud that Zong Jiming, who was hiding in the room and didn't dare to go out, heard it clearly, put down the pen and ink in his hand, and shouted loudly towards the door, "Dark Nine is back?" ”

Dark Nine also ignored the words of the little young master, and quietly pulled Dark Three aside, ignoring Dark Three's struggling movements, and whispered in his ear for a while.

"Really?"

"Naturally, it's true, this time I can take a good rest, you wait, I'll go and explain this matter to the little master."

Walking to the door, shaking off the snow that fell on his shoulders, after Dark Nine knocked on the door, he carefully pushed open the door, and saw the little young master prostrate on the desk again, and his white little face was covered with ink at the moment.

"Why did it take so long to come?"

Zong Jiming, who heard the sound of the door opening, raised his head, picked up the rice paper on the desk, blew it twice, and put it aside to dry.

“……”

"Why don't you speak?"

Seeing that Dark Jiu's eyes had been staring at the desk, Zong Jiming raised his eyebrows and smiled, "How is it?" In order to sleep less in the future, Young Master Ben has written all the letters for the next few days, just waiting for you to send the letters. ”

Hearing the words of the little young master, Dark Jiu, whose body had already warmed up, suddenly shivered, and then spoke hesitantly.

"Little Young Master, Second Young Master Guan asked Dark Nine to tell you ......" (To be continued.) )