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He was shocked by Zhu Yingtai's fairy-like appearance, shocked by her unusual behavior, and gradually attracted to her, and wanted to keep her by his side a little morbidly......

Do whatever it takes.

There were many incidents later, and only on the day of the wedding did Zhu Yingtai take a detour to Liang Shanbo's tomb to worship, and finally turned into a butterfly and flew away.

It's ridiculous to think about it, if it weren't for Ma Wencai's connivance with Zhu Yingtai, without all the dangers that Marvencai fought for her, she still wanted to turn into a butterfly with Liang Shanbo, and she wouldn't even have the possibility of acquaintance.

Judging from her vague memories and the ugly scar behind the bloody white cloth on her chest, it was "Ma Wencai" who rescued Zhu Yingtai from the bandit a day ago who intended to be taken up the mountain by the bandits to be the wife of the village.

After Ma Wencai, who was stabbed, sent Zhu Yingtai back to the room, he fainted before he even had time to bandage the wound, even if he still has a low-grade fever in his body now, why now, because he was late, he threatened her and stopped looking at her?

mmmp, just this kind of habitually ungrateful woman, it's better to look less at this baby!

It's a pity that this realm is a bit evil, she just finished thinking about it, then Du Zhong came back again, he knocked lightly on the door, as if he was afraid that Nalan Ruoruo would be punished.

"Childe, Miss Zhu is already here, she wants to ...... Meet you and discuss something by the way. ”

Nalan Ruoruo glanced at the two heads reflected on the door, hooked the corners of her lips evilly, tore off the obscene clothes and threw them aside, poked the white cloth on her chest and raised her head, "Let her in." ”

Du Zhong was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, Zhu Yingtai pushed the door open, saw Nalan Ruoruo, who was half-naked, his pupils shrank, and he rushed up and slapped Nalan Ruoruo, who was "playing hooligan", "Ah...... Ma Wencai, how are you, why are you so shameless! Then he turned around sharply and ran out.

"Hey, ......" Du Zhong was stunned, and it took a long time to react, and when he saw the blood-stained place on Nalan Ruoruo's chest, he exclaimed, "Childe!" Then he hurried over to wait for her to change the dressing.

Although Du Zhong is in the room, he is not an ordinary room, he also knows medical skills, so even if he is a little trembling all over, his figure is trembling, and he still takes a white cloth to bandage her, because he is the one who brought Zhu Yingtai in by himself.

, After changing the medicine, Du Zhong respectfully served Nalan Ruoruo to dress, and then knelt at her feet, "Childe, Du Zhong should be damned, Du Zhong didn't expect Miss Zhu to ...... her"

He said a long list, including disgust and abuse of Zhu Yingtai.

Thinking that he was slapped by Zhu Yingtai inexplicably, Nalan Ruoruo sneered and reached out and grabbed the brocade belt and tied it around his waist, and ordered: "In the future, if this woman comes up again, she will send me away from afar, and I don't have to report it to my son!" ”

Ma Wencai just regarded Zhu Yingtai as a person too much, so he would fall to this step today.

Thinking about it in the past few days, Marven has given Du Zhong instructions, saying that if Zhu Yingtai wants to do anything and eat in the past few days, she should satisfy her as much as possible, eat, eat, clothing, jewelry, everything has to be put first by her, and what has been spent on her in the past few days will be made a list for her to get back, if she doesn't give it, she will send it to the old man Zhu.

Du Zhong was obviously a little surprised by her sudden order, but fortunately, Marven has always been moody and has an uncertain personality, and this kind of repeated thing has not been done by no one before, so Du Zhong responded, hesitated for a while and asked, "That...... The silver taels and clothes that I gave to the beggars and poor people in the neighborhood because of Miss Zhu ......"

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