Rong Jingyu felt that when she went out today, she must not have looked at the yellow calendar, or perhaps, what she thought in front of the Buddha led to all this?

Waving the hand on his head, Rong Jingyu's good-looking eyebrows frowned together, and said coldly: "Please respect yourself." ”

A three- or four-year-old boy said with a serious face: 'Please respect yourself. It's really a joyful picture, but Rong Jingyu doesn't think that she never likes people to touch her at will.

Zhuang Haojun coughed lightly in disguise, and unexpectedly apologized solemnly to her. Seeing the sincere apology in those gentle eyes, Rong Jingyu pursed her lips, it was over.

The girl in pink on the side saw that Zhuang Haojun ignored her, but instead talked to Rong Jingyu, stomped her feet, pointed the finger at Rong Jingyu, and said domineeringly: "Who are you, what is the relationship between you and Brother Haojun?" ”

Rong Jingyu removed the question and threw it back, "Who are you?" ”

Seeing that Rong Jingyu didn't answer the rhetorical question, the girl in pink hurriedly said, "I asked you first!" ”

Seeing that the general was in a hurry, Rong Jingyu became more calm, and said with a smile: "Come later, besides, don't you need to report your own name before you ask for someone's name?" ”

The girl bit her lower lip, always feeling that Rong Jingyu's words were strange, not right at all, but she couldn't say why. Seeing that Rong Jingyu was confident and not in a hurry at all, she snorted heavily and said unwillingly: "I am the second lady of the Hong family in Yingluocheng, and my name is Hong Aya." ”

Speaking of this, she seemed to have confidence, and said proudly: "My father is Feng Minglan, the third son of the Feng family in Yandu, and the official worships the prime minister; The mother is the first beauty in the south of the Yangtze River, Hong Xianchen, who belongs to Taile and holds the position of Taile Cheng. ”

The daughter of the first beauty in Jiangnan, the daughter of red fiber dust? Rong Jingyu looked at it for a while, and found that if she went to that arrogant atmosphere, Hongya would indeed be extremely beautiful:

The eyebrows are not painted but delicate, as delicate and long as jade; The lips are not dotted but vermilion, like red plums blooming in the snow; Qiong's nose and teeth, phoenix eyes are clear, the divine light between opening and closing is compelling, and the line is proud.

Bright and gorgeous, like a flame blooming to the sky, burning on the pure ice jade, giving people a thrilling contradictory beauty.

"I didn't see that you were Miss Xianchen's daughter." Rong Jingyu's words and her eyes made Hong Aya a little itchy.

"That's because you have bad eyes!" Hong Aya is angry, she has always been proud of her appearance as her father's mother, and it doesn't matter if she meets someone who is comparable to her today, but this person dares to belittle her proud beauty so much, it's really bearable, it's unbearable!

Hongya completely forgot that a six-year-old girl, what amazing looks she had, at most she just had a prototype.

Rong Jingyu looked at her calmly, "It is rumored that Miss Xianchen is good at dancing with long sleeves and is knowledgeable, and you ......" Jingyu shook her head, and silence is better than sound at this time.

Hong Aya's expression froze, and her original momentum was like a deflated ball, and she immediately deflated.

"I, I'm being honest, you know?" Red Aya stumbled, "What's more, that's really my mother!" You can't do it if you don't admit it. ”

Did she say she wouldn't admit it? Rong Jingyu was puzzled, he didn't want to be entangled with Hongyan, he estimated that it was almost time for lunch, and Zhuang Haojun, who looked at this side with a smile and watched the play all the way, said: "It's time for lunch, so I'll leave first." ”

Zhuang Haojun smiled lightly and nodded understandingly, "Go quickly, don't be hungry." The tone was familiar, Rong Jingyu looked at him silently for a while, gave up, and went down the mountain.

Hong Aya looked at Rong Jingyu and then at Zhuang Haojun, wanting to chase but couldn't let go of the people around her, so she had to stand in place and shout: "Hey, stop, you haven't told me your name yet!" Hey, didn't you hear me calling? ”

Who is it called? Feed? Rong Jingyu raised his eyebrows, there is no one called 'hey' here. Her footsteps did not pause, and the small figure quickly disappeared into the dense green bamboo group.

Zhuang Haojun watched the whole process in his eyes, chuckled lightly, and admired Rong Jingyu a little: he had never seen a few people who could make Hong Aya deflated.

"Brother Haojun, you're still laughing!" Hong Aya heard Zhuang Haojun's laughter and was angry, "I made a mistake this time, I must pay attention not to let her escape next time!" She still owes her name and doesn't say it, and she even says that I'm not my mother's daughter! ”

The more Hong Aya talked, the more angry she became, and she made up her mind to see Rong Jingyu again, and she must be good-looking.

Zhuang Haojun looked at her angry appearance, smiled but did not speak, and sighed in his heart for the quiet afternoon that he had no chance with.

On the other side, not long after Rong Jingyu walked down Zhushan, she bumped into Mr., this time, she was really a little speechless.

"Where did the gentleman go before? Jingyu looked around, but didn't see you. ”

Dongya was a little surprised when he heard Rong Jingyu looking for him, "Is there something wrong with Mr. Jingyuxun?" ”

Can't you find a gentleman if you're fine? Jing Yu had a truthful expression on her face.

"Naturally, you can." Dongya smiled and said dotingly, "Mr. went to visit a friend before, next time Jingyu had better inform Mr. earlier, so as not to find a vacancy like today." ”

Rong Jingyu was originally just depressed, instinctively trying to find a place where she felt calm, and there was nothing wrong. At this time, in the face of her husband's seriousness, she rarely fell silent.

Dongya seemed to sense something, didn't speak again, took her hand, and walked towards the dining hall.

In the dining hall, Rong Jingyu met Dian Cui who was waiting here, and Dian Cui told her that the old lady was going to chant Buddha for three days, so that if she was bored, she took the guards down the mountain to play.

Rong Jingyu sent Dian Cui away with a smile, and the shyness that Dian Cui glanced at Mr. when he was leaving. She originally thought that the maids in the courtyard were all like water, and it didn't seem to be the case, she didn't show it at first, just because she was in Rongfu and there were too many people she worked with, so everyone tacitly forgot it, if she didn't know how to restrain herself, it would only provoke ridicule and squeeze out the cold.

After eating, Rong Jingyu pulled Mr. and took two guards down the mountain.

When I was in the carriage, I only felt that Yancheng was very lively, and when I really got in touch, I felt the prosperity. Because of Yunshan Temple, incense and candles can be seen everywhere, and the city is filled with sandalwood all year round, with a 'Zen feeling' everywhere, eliminating a bit of noisy city.

Rong Jingyu grabbed Mr.'s hand and walked on the street with a lot of people, looking at the stalls on both sides, but he didn't buy anything.

Until the beginning of the lanterns, every household lit up a different lotus lantern, Rong Jingyu lay on Dongya's back, was silent for a while, and said softly: "Sir, Jingyu doesn't want to go back." ”

She didn't want to go back, in her previous life, she broke away from everything by giving up everything, and only left with 'herself', but once she crossed, she reversed everything back to the past, which is still inferior.

Her collapse, inconspicuous and dewy, uneven she herself was unaware, but at certain moments, it could not be concealed.

She's just a little distressed...... So, it's hard to let go.

Dongya's eyes flashed slightly, and just when Rong Jingyu thought that he couldn't speak, a magnetic voice like water sounded in her ears, just like a group of fireflies flying up in the summer, and the fireflies flowing in the sky made people's eyes hot.

"Jingyu."

"Hmm." Respond with a nasal voice.

Dongya's pace slowed down, but he didn't stop after all.

"True freedom lies in mastering oneself."

Rong Jingyu bit her lip to prevent tears from falling, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Mr. is leaving, right?" ”

I'm leaving, from the time my grandmother asked Mr. if she was a 'Canglong', from the time I helped her come to Yunshan Temple, and from the time of the long conversation after leaving Hongmo Garden...... It's all about saying goodbye, preparing for leaving.

Dongya closed his eyes and did not answer immediately.

After a long time, he smiled with relief, and his slender eyes, like a picture scroll, seemed to condense all the Chenguang.

"yes, I'm leaving."

Even though Rong Jingyu already knew the answer, when he really heard it, his heart still trembled. endured all the way, and the tears finally fell at the end.

You're leaving...... Whose sigh was left on the lotus lamp and burned into ash?