Seeing that Fu Jun listened to his words, his eyes were as bright as autumn water, and there was even more joy on his cheeks, and his face was reflected in the faint candlelight, warm and bright.

Meng Yuan's heart suddenly moved slightly.

Many years ago, there was another gentle and beautiful woman who looked at him with such bright and soft eyes when he first used a small bow and arrow/shot/hit the bull's-eye, and when he recited the "Three Character Sutra" in its entirety for the first time.

It's just that such bright and joyful days disappeared forever with the appearance of that man. I don't know when his mother would always stare at him with a melancholy gaze. In the few meetings that followed, her brow remained tightly locked, never to be stretched again.

He moved from the dilapidated courtyard into the Guogong Mansion. The huge mansion and the rich lintel can't hide the smell of decay and festering in the bones. Under the cold gaze of those nobles, his heart also quickly turned cold and hardened. And the joy and brightness of the past have become a thorn in his heart, often making him feel a stinging pain in his heart and unable to help himself.

However, at this moment, this Yingying girl suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, her eyes were bright because of him, and her expression was happy because of him.

That shallow smile was like a stone entering the water, and like a light leaf blowing in the wind, gently passing over Meng Yuan's heart. His whole person seemed to be filtered by a gentle breeze, indescribably gentle and comfortable, indescribably warm and reassuring.

"Then isn't it time to call you General Meng?" Fu Jun asked softly.

Meng Yuan was pulled back to his heart by this question, and his eyes froze slightly. After a moment, there was a low "hmm" from behind. The sound was still like a drum, low and pleasant, like a Sanskrit sound.

Fu Jun was unexpectedly reminded by this voice, and the young man under the starlight and lights seemed to appear in front of him, beautiful and picturesque, as bright as snow.

Fu Jun was stunned, and then thought about other things, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, I still have something to thank you." ”

Meng Yuan stared at Fu Jun.

Fu Jun smiled lightly: "This time I won Princess Mingzhu by luck, and it was all thanks to the method of training arm strength that you gave." Without you, I'm afraid I'd lose terribly. ”

Meng Yuan's expression turned cold when he heard this. frowned and said, "Why did the Xiao family pick you?" ”

Fu Jun smiled bitterly and said, "It's probably because I'm weak." She came to me in order to win. ”

Hearing this, Meng Yuan was silent, and asked again, "Do you know that she is injured?" ”

Fu Jun nodded. briefly talked about Xiao Hongzhu and Lu You's horse racing. Then he smiled and said, "This is also God helping me." asked Xiao Hongzhu to lose at the state banquet. ”

Meng Yuan stopped talking, and only looked at Fu Jun intently, the depths of his eyes that seemed to have been quenched. With a hint of concern.

Fu Jun was silent for a moment, and then turned his gaze away again unnaturally.

She still didn't know how to deal with this situation, so she could only try not to make eye contact with Meng Yuan, firstly, to avoid embarrassment, and secondly, to hide her core as a modern person.

Meng Yuan said again at this time: "The Khan people are still in Jinling, you be careful and don't go out." ”

Fu Jun nodded and smiled at Meng Yuan again.

Meng Yuan's expression was still the usual coldness, and the two of them had nothing to say for a while.

Meng Yuan sat silently at the table for a while, then stood up and said, "I'm leaving." So saying, he went to the window and pulled up the drawer.

His action was very sudden, Fu Jun was slightly stunned, Fang stood up and took two steps forward, but saw that Meng Yuan seemed to remember something, stopped his movements, turned his eyes and asked: "Among the brothers in your mansion, can there be anyone with a pale face and a pair of peach blossom eyes?" ”

Fu Jun froze slightly when he heard this, and Cheng Jia's face inexplicably appeared in his mind, and he said, "My brothers and brothers are not like this. However, my stepsister has a distant cousin who was born as you say. ”

"Oh?" Meng Yuan said, "What's that person's name?" Which yard to live in? ”

Although he felt that Meng Yuan's question was very strange, Fu Jun still replied: "That person's name is Cheng Jia, and he lives in the Banshan Pavilion near the main entrance at the front. Outside the courtyard was a pine forest. ”

Meng Yuan nodded, didn't speak again, only moved lightly and quickly outward, and then disappeared.

Fu Jun walked to the window and looked around.

At this moment, it was the twilight of the day, and as far as her eyes could see, there were only shadowy courtyard walls and dead branches, and Meng Yuan's figure had long been missing.

"Why did the girl open the window, but it was cold outside." Behind Fu Jun came the sound of wading the river.

Fu Jun looked back, but saw that Shi Jiang had already put down the thick door curtain, and while talking, he patted his body again, and then walked forward to close the window drawer, and said: "It's raining outside, it's very cold this day, and it's going to rain for a while." ”

So saying, she closed the window, and when she turned her head, she saw a piece of fabric on the table, and asked strangely, "Girl, is this going to be needlework?" ”

Fu Jun smiled disguisedly, picked up the piece of fabric and said, "I didn't want to do needlework, just to see that the color of this material is beautiful." ”

Shijiang laughed and said, "The girl just wants to see it, and she will wait for the maid to light a butter candle for the girl." The fire was bright, and the girl didn't bother to look at it. ”

Fu Jun nodded and sat down at the desk in front of the window. After a while, I heard the sound of "brushing" rain outside the window, and the rain really started.

I don't know if Meng Yuan is in the rain, Fu Jun thought. Immediately, she thought she was amused again. That Meng Yuan obviously has martial arts, so it's nothing if he gets drenched in the rain.

Actually, Fu Jun really didn't think wrong.

Meng Yuan was drenched in rain at this time, of course, compared to the rain that Cheng Jia was dripping with at the moment, the slightest star on Meng Yuan's body was nothing.

He looked at Cheng Jia, who was hanging on his shoulders by Wu Hook, his brows were furrowed, and the breath of his whole body was cold.

Wu shrunk his neck and raised his head to look at the sky. The icy raindrops were overwhelming, knocking on the glazed tiles on the wall, and from time to time there were raindrops on him.

"It's a weird day." He muttered, glanced at Meng Yuan's expression again, and saw that his master's whole body was cold, a little colder than the cold rain.

Wu Gou shrunk his neck again, and then moved the Cheng Jia on his shoulder out again, borrowing him to block the invasion of the rain.

Meng Yuan's eyes were dark, and he was silent for a moment before saying lightly: "Throw him out." ”

Wu Gou turned around and left, walked two steps and turned around, and asked boldly: "What, master, where is this person thrown?" Inside or outside the house? ”

Meng Yuan's expression was slightly condensed, and after a while, he said coldly: "There is a pine forest by the gate of the mansion, just throw it there." At this point he paused for a moment, and then commanded, "Let him faint for a little longer." ”

"Yes, master." Wu Gou replied neatly, and then slashed at the back of Cheng Jia's neck with a palm...... (To be continued......)