That year, the second lady of Liang returned from her mother's house, passing through Shanggu, and in order to show her virtuousness, she went to visit the grandson of the Lu Gongfu who was assigned here by the family - Liang Xiao. In fact, this trip is also to see the little thing of the dealer, so that after going back, I can return to the old lady's words.

In all fairness, this child is quite pleasing, and it is comfortable to talk to people, but unfortunately he will not be reincarnated, but he was born by Lan Yanzhi's demon, so he can't complain about ending up like this.

Mrs. Liang took Liang Jun, who had just turned 12 years old, to get out of the car at the temporary palace of the guard station, surrounded by a circle of servants and guards

Liang Xiao wore a pale blue ordinary official shirt, rushed from elsewhere, dismounted neatly to salute her, and made a parity with Liangjun.

"I haven't seen it for many days, and I've grown a lot taller." Mrs. Liang praised politely, and said as she walked, "Even if you don't want the family to know your identity, you can't be bitter about yourself, if you lack something, let people go to Kyoto to deliver a letter, and the grandson of our Lu Mansion can't be wronged here." ”

Her words are more beautiful than the last, but they are only words. And even if Liang Xiao really did what she told him, how the old lady would look at him at that time was no different from a beggar who didn't want to make progress.

So sometimes something that sounds like care or love is more toxic than □□. She also underestimated this half-grown teenager too much.

Liang Xiao thanked the second aunt.

Liangjun is an active age, and he can't be idle after sitting in the lobby for a while, and he is impatient to listen to A-Niang and Liangxiao's chatter, so he finds an excuse to slip out.

Because he is young and the little maids around him are even smaller, the gatekeeper mother-in-law in the garden can't help but relax her vigilance, mainly because he is dressed extraordinarily, and he is afraid that he is the son of the king of Kyoto.

He caught crickets along the grass, and the little guy helped to chase and intercept in front, but no one expected a little girl curled up in the depths of the grass, secretly wiping her tears.

The little girl is about seven or eight years old, thin like a bean sprout, so her head is relatively big, her hair is thin and yellow, she is malnourished at first glance, and her blood is not strong, and Liangjun hates sparse yellow hair the most, he only loves thick black long hair. The twelve-year-old boy said that he was not too small, and he had already had an aesthetic for the opposite sex, so he glanced at the little yellow hair in disgust, turned around and left, but ...... I was a little reluctant to give up the mighty and majestic cricket.

After hesitating for a while, he endured his disgust, stepped forward and said politely: "Little sister, can you cry in another place?" ”

Only then did she raise her face, Liangjun's eyes widened slightly, and the corners of his mouth stared at her lightly.

He had never seen such a beautiful little girl, those reddish eyes were so deep, and the tails of the eyes were really like a small hook, which had been hooked into his heart.

Probably she cried too much, and she didn't expect to be discovered, so she couldn't help but shrink down, looking like a frightened bunny.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"I'm Ryo-sama's cousin." He looked at her curiously, and even pinched her chin slightly, like looking at a fragile piece of porcelain.

"It turns out that you also know Brother Xiao." As she spoke, a string of tears rolled down.

"Why are you crying?" He asked.

"My dad doesn't want me anymore."

Her tears were so hot, they fell on his fingertips, tickling.

Suddenly, a maid-like sister ran over, kept calling the girl, anxious, and hurriedly stepped forward to pick her up after finding the yellow-haired girl.

He realized that she was so small, short, maybe only six or seven years old, still like a sprout, but it should be the most beautiful sprout.

The maid gave him a blessing, and as if there was something urgent, she hurried away with her in her arms.

She lay obediently on the maid's shoulder, and her beautiful eyes kept looking at him, perhaps hopeless, and still immersed in sadness.

After leaving Shanggu, Liangjun not only had to practice literature but also practiced martial arts every day, so it was not hard, and there was no free time, and he gradually forgot the yellow-haired little girl who amazed him, as he grew older, the face of the little girl became more and more blurred, but it is undeniable that whenever he thinks of her, he will have a strange throbbing that cannot be spoken, even if he can no longer remember her appearance, even if he has seen many beautiful women later, and even tasted the taste of women.

Perhaps the biggest regret is not asking her what her name is.

In fact, her name is Zhuang Liangzhen.

It's a woman who grows up and wants to get or even ruin Miè by any means.

He missed her all his life.