Wang took a breath and asked, "Miss, may I ask who you are with this son?" ”

The faint flow of dark light seemed to not only doubt the identity of this son, but also alluded to whether his appearance in Hua Xiyan's house represented an ulterior relationship.

Xiao Mumu puffed out two big cheeks: his mother has nothing to do with these people.

The annoying flower boy, why did another one come out to compete with him for favor?

The thick black little eyes shot diagonally, and the bottomless demon eyes of the bewitching beauty man collided in the air.

Sparks fly.

Hua Xiyan didn't seem to see her son's small movements, and her eyebrows flew leisurely: "You said him?" He's just here to bring me a carriage. ”

Carriage delivered?!

The bewitching purple eyes narrowed into two curved arcs, and the bottom of the eyes was like a bottomless pit of black.

The little scholar, who was busy pulling out the two dark needles on his wrist, heard this, rushed up, and opened his mouth to compete with Hua Xiyan: When did my pavilion master say that he was going to send you a carriage!

When Wang saw this, he secretly rejoiced: It seems that the relationship between these two people is just ordinary. Otherwise, how could this man's scholar dare to be disrespectful to Hua Xiyan.

"Slow, little pigeon." A bewitching robe like the fire of the red lotus, gently covering the little scholar's mouth, the bewitching eyebrows were slightly raised, and the voice was unexpectedly elegant and gentle, like a well-educated young man, completely inconsistent with the appearance of the demon and the fire robe, which made people feel that his identity was incredible, only listening to this voice repeating Hua Xiyan's words unhurriedly, "The contemptible person is here to send a carriage to the eldest lady." ”

"Pavilion Master?!" The little scholar screamed.

Facing all the spectators who were probing their brains inside and outside the venue, the mellow and charming voice was loud: "What the contemptible people are preparing to send the eldest lady is a four-** carriage pulled by twelve horses. ”

All around, in the courtyard, there was an explosion.

As the saying goes, the Son of Heaven can only drive eight horses. Twelve horses? Who is this?

A whole bunch of eyeballs are about to fall off. I've never heard of the Hua family's waste and knows people with a lot of money. What's more, it's not just the extent of the family's wealth. Dare to drive a carriage with twelve horses in front of the Son of Heaven?

Wang's face was like being slashed by lightning and thunder, and his body shook. Immediately afterwards, he took the little maid and turned around and walked quickly, quickly out of the dilapidated courtyard, and jumped into the carriage.

I'm going to rush back and report the news!

Looking at the speed of Wang's escape, Hua Xiyan raised her eyebrows. Maybe the other villagers only think that this beautiful man is boasting, who can believe that anyone dares to drive a carriage drawn by twelve horses under the Son of Heaven. However, Wang believed it. For what?

It seems that the identity of this man of unknown origin is not even guaranteed by the Wang family or the Hua family.

The fiery red robe stood like a hot begonia in full bloom in her yard. Looking up like this, this man is really beautiful, so beautiful that he is too bewitching, which makes people look at the blood in the blood.

Especially the slight hooked nose, the eyes that are so narrow that they are like fox eyes, the lips that are bright red to the hot, and then there are robes, and the flowers embroidered on the demonic red brocade, how to look at it, what a traitor.

"Miss." The demon fox eyes touched her gaze and squinted to her.

Like a dog wagging its tail.

Faintly retracted his gaze: "Is the carriage ready?" ”

The delicate and honest little scholar looked indignant: My pavilion master gave you a carriage, but you didn't even say a word of gratitude.

Hua Xiyan turned her head and stretched out her hand to pat the little brain melon of her son who wanted to fight with the demon Ye beautiful man: "Tonight, you dare to give me the wrong person to be the first Ruyupu, and in the future, I will dig up the stuffing of the buns for Nini to eat, and you are only responsible for eating the bun skin." ”

Xiao Mumu dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, and buried his head in the three-character scripture.

"My son wants to endorse, your carriage is ready, come and inform me again." In a word, send a guest.

Why! The little scholar was indignant and pulled his cuffs.

"Slow!" Linghu Jingxu's robe covered the little scholar's mouth again, and his smiling eyes were unfathomable, "Please let the eldest lady allow me a day to prepare, I will prepare the best carriage for the eldest lady." ”

"At the beginning of man, he was like a pig!" The immature and crisp children's voice echoed loudly in the small courtyard, trying to cover the voice of the beautiful man.

Knock!

"Mother!" Grievance.

"A bun stuffing for Nini."

"Mother!" The snack was screaming as if he had encountered the most catastrophic event in his life.

The two flaming red sleeve robes drew a leisurely and interesting arc, and walked slowly out of the courtyard. The little scholar jumped behind him: Pavilion Master, you can't really follow her will. You can't be her slave.

The master in front suddenly looked back, and the demonic purple eyes were surging in the light.

The little scholar covered his mouth with both hands, and it was difficult to hold back the deep horror in his heart.

In less than two days, twelve white horses, neatly arranged, were divided into six rows, with several reins and wheels connected in the middle, and finally, a carriage the size of a mobile house was attached.

The carriage was too big to enter the narrow village road. Hua Xiyan took her son, took the burden of traveling, and walked out of the other courtyard where she had lived in seclusion for six years.

The villagers watched the wagon, but did not dare to approach.

Walking in front of the luxurious carriage, the picky little Mu Mu had to stare at him.

What an exaggerated carriage, this beautiful man must be very rich.

The beautiful man who was like a red lotus raised his eyebrows and boasted to their mother and son: "Miss, little master, can you be satisfied with the carriage sent by the contemptible people?" ”

"Not bad."

A word of praise will not be lacking in hairs.

The little scholar jumped out of the car and handed over the whip in his hand to Hua Xiyan's mother and son.

After Hua Xiyan let her son get into the car, she jumped up lightly, and pointed a horsewhip in her hand, pointing at the nose of the red-robed flower beautiful man who wanted to jump into the carriage with her: "Who let you get in the car?" ”

The bewitching purple eyes were stunned: It doesn't seem to be.

But isn't that the car he gave her?

"No one let you get in the car, are you embarrassed to get in the car?" The soles of his shoes bulged out horizontally, and he stepped on the handsome face of the overly beautiful man.

The bridge of his nose was kicked in the middle, and the beautiful man in the red robe shook his face and flew out. The little scholar reached out and hugged him, and fell into the dirt with his master.

The little scholar scolded indignantly: "This is the car that my pavilion master gave you, why don't you let me get in the car if my pavilion master wants to get in the car!" ”

"Why?" As if listening to a funny word, the slightly curled pretty lips twisted out a trace of coolness that made people tremble when they looked at it, "Your pavilion master should send me a carriage." ”

What?

"Why did my pavilion master send you a carriage for no reason?!"

"It's up to you. Lying on the courtyard wall of someone's house for two days, peeping at the women of the good family dressing and bathing, if they are tied up and sent to the yamen, just a carriage can do the trick? If you don't feel grateful for this, the next time more than one carriage will kill you! The horsewhip in Xiu's hand was lifted like a whip of justice in the sun.

The little scholar closed his eyes in fright.

Don't talk nonsense with these disciples, the whip of the horse, the twelve horses in unison, the formation is impressive, but it is just a moment, and the dust is gone.

cough cough cough, the beautiful man who gnawed on the sand slowly held up a beautiful face covered with sand.

The little scholar was distressed and shouted, "Pavilion Master, are you okay?" ”

"Chase, chase."

"Pavilion Master, you said chasing?"

This kind of black-hearted woman, this kind of ugly woman like a tigress.

The little scholar wiped the mud on the beautiful man's face with a handkerchief.

cough, finally spit out the clod of soil choked in his throat, and the beautiful man wiped the corners of his lips: "Black enough, ruthless enough." This kick is good. ”

The little scholar was dumbfounded: It's miserable, his master was kicked by her, and his head was broken.

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