"No, from now on, you can't please my mother anymore, it's better to make her hate you."

Su Yanyan's eyebrows were raised high, and the cold light in his eyes flashed: "What do you mean?" Do you think the old lady is not worthy of you? ”

The hero quickly calculated it, and the result was: If he has a conflict with Su Yanyan at this time, even if he is beaten, he will definitely not be able to please his mother, and there is a chance that he will be beaten again.

Well, for the sake of a happy life, there is no shame in the heart.

"Well, it's not a question of deserving it. The main reason is that your father is the leader of the righteous path in the world, and you are the honor of the goddess, and the man you like must be the most top-notch talent in the world, I am not suitable at all, and you are not my dish. ”

"Your dish?"

"It's just not to my taste."

"And what flavor do you like?"

"Beautiful enough, gentle enough, empathetic enough, and broad-minded enough."

"Isn't that what you're talking about?"

"Point face...... I C ......"

Su Yanyan gave the hero a kick, then turned his head and left, and after a few steps, he suddenly ran back in a panic, took out a pile of paper from his arms and stuffed it into his hand.

He opened it to look at it, and his head was suddenly covered with black lines. Feelings, you have a heart and a valley just because you stole my little gold vial and Xiaomei?

"What's mysterious? Take a look at your mother. ”

The mother's voice sounded like a thunderbolt in the hero's ears.

Oops, calculated.

Looking at Su Yanyan, sure enough, this stinky girl's face was flushed, her face was shy, her head was lowered, and her little hands were twisting her clothes, like a frightened quail.

Women are really born to act.

"I didn't ...... Nothing, a few pieces of waste paper. ”

The hero shook the paper at Jiang Qiuyun with a dry smile, and then he was about to "destroy the corpse and destroy the traces".

"I said, bring it to me!"

Jiang Qiuyun accentuated his tone, his eyes were as sharp as knives.

With a sad face, the hero moved over at a speed not much faster than a tortoise, and lowered his head and handed his unfinished manuscript to his mother.

Writing a little X book was discovered by his parents, and he felt that even if he would not be killed today, he would have died socially.

Jiang Qiuyun glanced at it a few times, and suddenly his face turned red, both angry and embarrassed.

Because she really considered letting Su Yanyan be her daughter-in-law, and planned to take advantage of her stay in Bilian Garden to say more good things about her son, but she never thought that her precious son would show this kind of pickled thing to others on the first day of leading people home.

Holding on to the papers, Jiang Qiuyun took a deep breath, squeezed out a few smiles, and stretched out his hand towards Su Yanyan: "Yan Yan, come, take your aunt's car, let's go to Bilian Garden together."

That courtyard was specially designed and built by the craftsmen of the Qiji Hall, and it is much more beautiful than this Eight Poles Palace......"

Hey? Are you alright? That's right, my mother is a decent person, and it is impossible for her to abuse her son in front of outsiders.

Call...... It seems that in the future, it will no longer be possible to copy books under the pseudonym "the old one, the little one".

Seeing his mother and Su Yanyan leading a large group of maids out of the courtyard gate, the hero breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and followed far behind.

When I came to the door, I was met by an old man with a horsewhip.

"Fauber, why did you get into the backyard?"

The backyard is where the head of the house lives and the female dependents, and the male servants are generally not allowed to enter, so the hero is very strange.

Fu Bo bowed his back slightly, and smiled: "Madame specially asked the old slave to wait for the young master here." ”

The hero's heart suddenly chuckled.

"That...... I still have half a pot of frozen pear spring there, if Fu Bo doesn't dislike it, I'll ask Jiaqiao to send it to you when I go back. ”

"Hmm...... Did Madame just say ten or seven? Fauber thought about it seriously, then shook his head and sighed, "I'm old, my ears are not good, and my memory is not good." ”

"What? That's a frozen pear spring, although it's only half a pot, you can't buy it for a year, and you can only change it for three whips, it's too dark, right?! ”

"I remember, it seems like ten ......"

"Seven hits, seven hits, deal!"

……

On the carriage to Bilian Garden, Jia Qiao wiped his tears in distress while medicating the hero's cheeks.

"It's all my fault, if I hide my things well, or watch Su Yanyan, young master, you won't be beaten."

The hero grinned: "Heh, that girl is my nemesis, not this time, and next time, it's strange if you can watch it." ”

Jia Qiao pursed his lips and hesitated for a while before saying, "Young Master, she is so presumptuous, why do you still like her?" ”

"Who said I liked her...... Oops, hiss......"

The hero slammed his upper body, pulled the injury, and fell back in pain, and the bluffing Jia Qiao hurriedly leaned over to blow cool air for him.

"Since you don't like her, what do you have to take her for?"

"You think I want to? Isn't this a very important thing, you can't do without her! ”

The important thing? What important things are inseparable from Su Yanyan?

Jia Qiao's head was full of question marks, and suddenly he thought of something, and his expression instantly became serious.

Don't...... That woman is really a cult, and the young master has been bewitched?

No, I can't let her succeed, I have to save the young master!

Jia Qiao, come on! You can definitely do it!

That night, in the Ying Mansion, which was only one street away from the Baji Palace, a servant knocked on the door of the study, presented a note to Ying Weixian with both hands, and bowed down.

Ying Weixian is less than forty, in the prime of life, with a Chinese face, three locks of mustache under the chin, and a dignified appearance.

After reading the note, his eyes flashed, and he muttered, "Luozhou...... Haoran Sect ...... Halfway through, love at first sight...... Joke! ”

After a few moments, he burned the note by the candle flame.

"Yan Dan."

The door opened, and a man in black entered the room and knelt down on one knee.

This person's appearance is extremely ordinary, belonging to the kind that will disappear immediately when thrown into the pile, and the only place that can be called recognizable is a small mole the size of a sesame seed on the chin.

"Send someone to Luozhou to spread the news: the daughter of the head of Haoran Sect was captured by the young palace master of the Eight Poles Palace and taken to Shuangzhou." Yingwei commanded first.

"Yes."

"Wait."

Ying Wei frowned and stared at the dancing candle flame for a long time.

"They didn't deliberately block the news, it's quite strange, I'm afraid it's a fraud...... The pre-order is invalid! Go to the big city on the border of Frost and Luo, sell the news to Qijitang, and just say that the daughter of the head of Haoran Sect will appear in Frost City.

In addition, you turn to the bright place and protect my son Yingji. ”

"Yes."

The man in black named Yan Dan didn't say a word of nonsense, turned around and left the study, silently.

The candle burst out, but Ying Weixian's eyebrows still did not stretch, and his fingers lightly tapped the table.

The hero did not hide his cultivation, this can be determined.

So, how did he enter the product in one fell swoop and have the strength of a middle class?

What has happened in the months since he left?

Is it related to the Haoran sect?

Perhaps, the old man's "Bannu Mountain plan" is not a foolproof strategy, and something has to be done.