"These are all trivial matters for children," the old lady saw that Zhao Meng had been unable to get rid of a jade bracelet, and said with a smile: "What can I do with the silk silk?" It's the right thing. ”

Zhao Mengzeng took three steps and made two steps, paced into the courtyard, decisively raised his sword, and slashed down at the silk silk with a sword, and the silk silk was shattered and became a cracked silk. Wu Gu went out of the room with him, and when Zhao Meng was cracked, he passed behind him, took a resolute step, and left the Zhao family.

"It's so good, won't this cut be completely buried." The old lady and his five sons looked at Zhao Mengzeng's cracked silk, daring to be angry but not daring to speak, and asked in a regretful and consultative tone.

"Only when the silk is cracked and broken can it be concealed from the world and not be held accountable." Zhao Mengzeng replied calmly while chopping, turned around again, and said coquettishly: "Uncles, are you just looking at me like this?" Then he smiled and pointed at Zhao Mengmo: "And you, don't come to help me." ”

When everyone heard what they had said, if they were ordered, they knew that he was not taking a good palace silk for no reason to spill his anger, so they were relieved, and they hurriedly came up, cut several carts of silk silk layer by layer, moved it down, and cut the next layer, and then reloaded it back into the car, and still transported it back to the third child's house.

"Poor country, who is so exquisite! You can't tailor your clothes, make some silk handkerchiefs, and no one cares about them, and no one cares. The old lady couldn't help, so she came to help.

After a hard encounter, there are few stars around. When the silk silk was all torn, it was already a moment.

"Zhixi, you should go to Gumuyin to study," Mrs. Zhao smiled at Zhixi, who had returned from her instructions to freshen up, and said, "I'll drive you over." ”

Zhixi was flattered, and at a loss, she hurriedly bowed down and excused herself: "Grandmother, Zhixi is used to walking, but it is uncomfortable to take the car, so let's still walk." ”

"Well, whatever you want." At this time, the old lady couldn't be more kind.

"I'll send her." Zhao Mengzeng's son invited a domestic servant's errand by himself, and he was very happy to do it. The old lady bowed her head, as if waiting for this result.

Walking through flowers and alleys, balustrades and willows, Zhao Mengzeng finally took advantage of this rare identity in the world, and the moon was the first to get the moon near the water, and accompanied Jing Zhixi all the way. The young man who doesn't know the taste of sorrow of the Mu clan god doesn't have to be lovesick in his life, he will be lovesick, and he will hurt lovesickness. The snow of the day before yesterday melted, mixed with the occasional fallen flowers, and in the soil of the countryside, it became a mud pool.

"Childe's identity is precious, and he accompanied me on this muddy road in the countryside, but he was wronged." Jing Zhixi looked at his boots stuck in the mud, and felt ashamed: "Childe didn't have to give me this vulgar girl, I sent Brother Rumo before, and there is no reason to let Childe send him today, and besides, you also withdrew the car and entourage." Otherwise, I'll send you back. ”

"If you're not happy, you should be punished by the master for being late," Zhao Mengzeng pulled out his boots from the quagmire, bent down and neatly pulled out his boots, raised his face and smiled at Jing Zhixi, and then took a big stride and fell into the next quagmire: "Besides, you call Zhao Mengmo your brother, why do you treat me like this and call me a son?" ”

Jing Zhixi also called Zhao Mengmo a young master outside, and only when facing the Zhao family, did she deliberately call him her cousin, to show that she also wanted to integrate into the big family of the Zhao family. She didn't want to make herself look too out of place, lest her grandmother would push her as an outsider, and since her grandmother still maintained her status as a granddaughter on the surface, she couldn't afford to show off the old lady's affection.

But at this moment, Zhao Mengzeng actually chewed the words, and compared this embarrassing title with her, and said a little embarrassed for a while: "The son's family is precious, and it must not be judged by his peers." ”

"How can there be so many decisions, I have one word, which is no more similar to him, saying: 'Visit Mo'. When I first arrived yesterday, I was afraid of being abrupt, so I didn't report it. Now just say it with you. In the future, you will also call me Brother Mo, which is not much more pleasant. Zhao Wanmo helped Jing Zhixi, who almost slipped, and wanted to distance herself from her.

"In vain, you came out of the noble mansion and said such Meng Lang's frivolous words, you are also the same as Wu Gucuo, you feel that I am just an illiterate and coarse village girl, so you can go for fun at will, right? Okay, then, goodbye, there will be no time in the future, you go back quickly. As she spoke, Jing Zhixi, who was accustomed to the muddy village alleys, didn't wait for him anymore, brushed her sleeves with tears, pulled up her skirt, and ran away, mud splashed on her clothes, like scattered and dotted plum flowers.

Zhao Wanmo saw Jing Zhixi's figure submerged in the country road, and was hidden by the swaying flower branches. Then he rode the wind, broke off three or two flower branches from the apricot tree, held them in his hand, and for a moment, he blocked in front of Jing Zhixi: "Zhixi, don't be angry with me, I have no mouth, I was wrong, can't I?" As he spoke, he stuffed the apricot blossom branch into Zhixi's hand, and said with a smile: "My Zhixi, as beautiful as this flower branch, but don't cry your nose, crying your nose won't look good." That posture is like a brother coaxing his little sister. Jing Zhixi has grown so big, she has never experienced her brothers, friends and brothers, and she was loved by this for a while, and she burst into tears.

Zhao Wanmo plucked a red elm leaf plum from the plum blossom branch above her head, very carefully, inserted it in her bun, put her shoulder, and said with a smile: "If you don't like to hear it in the future, I won't say it." I just want you to be happy. ”

At this time, not far away in the shade of the ancient wood, the class bell rang up, Zhao Wanmo pulled up Jing Zhixi's clothes and wrists, and strode towards the Taohuawu, the flowers covered the elegant figures of the two, arbitrarily and beautifully spread out the unrestrained youth of the youth. The long green silk hair rises and falls on the shoulders, and the white skirt flutters in the fragrance of peach blossoms, like a black and white ink painting, which is agile and intoxicating in Zhixi's heart. Zhao Wanmo turned his head to look at Jing Zhixi's smile without any city, he also raised his eyebrows, and his smile became brighter and brighter, and what bloomed in the splendor was all his heart: Zhixi, no matter who you become, from now on, let me take care of you......

"Pay off the poetry debt with the pen, and use the piano as a wine ......" The master was shaking his head in the first room to give a lecture to the general corner child, Wu Gu was smoking in the ruins, watering and hoeing the branches and leaves of Angelica Angelica, and saw Zhao Wanmo holding Jing Zhixi's hand from a distance, running from Taohuawu to this side, he slowly stood up, there was mud sticking to water droplets between his eyebrows, and his heart was not a taste, just stood like that, watched, waited for them to walk in, stopped and greeted him.

"Morning, bone--wrong --。" Zhao Wanmo was very happy to see Lihe, but he was not very accustomed to his name in the world.

"Early ---" Wu Gu should be wrong.

"Why are there wounds on your forehead and face? Yesterday's injury wasn't on the face. Jing Zhixi was careful, feeling that people were burdened by her after all, and asked with concern: "But because of last night's incident, I was beaten by my master again when I came back?" ”

"It doesn't matter." Gu Cuo looked at Zhixi's eyes, full of deep pity: "Your injury, it's okay, right?" ”

"It's strange to say, the place where I was beaten and stabbed yesterday is not even a little bruised, and I can't be better anymore." Jing Zhixi's face was full of doubts, and she gently turned in a circle with her, showing that she was intact, but she didn't know that the sleeves were flowing, and it was the two people who were confused. Zhao Wanmo smiled beside her, just appreciating it, it can be seen that he understands why she is not hurt.

The bone is wrong, and he also knows it, and he whispers in his heart: Silly girl, what you are wearing is turbid, except for the death of Zhanlu, it can't be wiped out, and any other magic weapon will not leave any scars on you, not to mention the ordinary knives, guns and clubs in the world.

"It's too good to be better, I was absent from class yesterday for no reason, and I'm still late today!" The master walked outside the cigarette door in the ruins at some point, and then Jing Zhixi said, "Don't tell me that you were sick yesterday. Those yellow-mouthed children use diarrhea as an excuse every day to trick me into asking for leave. ”

"Good morning, Master," Jing Zhixi bowed to her master, then straightened up and said with a smile: "I'm not sick, but I was intercepted and killed." ”

Zhixi thought that she would tell the truth and that the master would not be guilty of the past, but the master suddenly became more and more gloomy, picked up the ring ruler, hit the firewood hard, and reprimanded loudly: "Lies are all exactly the same, but they are really my good students!" Wu Gucuo, this bastard boy, also said that he was intercepted yesterday! I asked him to go to Beijing with the night and Zigui, and no one was intercepted and killed, so he met him together! Now even you have met it. Absenteeism is already a big deal, let alone a lie? ”

"I'm afraid, he came back and met him." Zhao Wanmo is also telling the truth, but it is more like fanning the flames.

The master, who has always been known for being confused, turned his brain quickly at this time: "Co-author, you gave up the exam for her?" If that's the case, your mother slapped you in the face with the sole of your shoe yesterday, and I shouldn't have stopped it for you! After he said this, Zhao Wanmo noticed that his face was no better than Wu Gucuo, colorful, bulging bulges, coloring, blue, red and white, very bright, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Where did you get out of the monkey boy, and you still see jokes," the master raised the ring ruler, Zhao Wanmo dodged playfully, and the stick was smashed towards Wu Gu again: "Today, I will give you back the beating of your mother that I suffered for you, and I will give you this unscrupulous son!" Wu Gucuo had no demon power to support him, and he knew that he couldn't be injured anymore, so he ran around the fence while begging for mercy.

"Master, don't blame Gu Wrong, blame me, you beat me," Jing Zhixi chased after Master from behind, jumping on tiptoe from time to time as she ran, reaching for the ring ruler raised high in his hand, and pleading for Gu Wrong.

So in the smoke of the ruins, such a scene was staged: Zhao Wanmo ran at the front, smiling; Wu Gu ran behind him, his face full of panic; The master held the ring ruler to chase Wu Gucuo; Jing Zhixi chased after the master again......

The children of all sizes in the room, the first room, and the room all came running at this time when they heard the sound of fighting, and looking at the battle of chickens flying and dogs jumping, one of the children shouted: "Master, are you playing with eagles to catch chickens?" Why don't you bring me? As he spoke, he also inserted into the running ranks, and then, the children of the entire ancient wood, running around together in the ruins, that scene, how could it be a pot of porridge!

In the end, everyone was tired of running, and no one cared about anyone anymore, so they all stopped to catch their breath. On the pretext of going to class, the master drove the children back to their respective classrooms like lambs with sticks, and Jing Zhixi also obediently walked to the women's room, halfway through, and suddenly remembered something, suddenly turned around, and shouted at Zhao Wanmo: "Gu Cuo, Gongzi Wanmo, Lingnu is still in the Green Capsule Pavilion, if any of you are free, can you take a look for me?" If she's okay, I'll get her home from school in the evening. ”

"Good!" The two of them spoke in unison. After seeing Jing Zhixi enter the women's room, Wan Mo turned his face and smiled at the bones, and asked, "How about driving the wind?" ”

"Not good. I walk, you feel free. Gu Cuo didn't smile: "What is the world swaggering?" ”

Wan Mo grabbed his arm, and wanted to ride the wind with him, but he stumbled down from the wind. Only then did Yu Mo know: "You have no demonic power at all?!" Even the slightest spell of riding the wind can't resist it. ”

The bones got up, patted the dirt on the shirt on the shoulder, and under the dirt was the blood that emerged from the torn shirt, and he was covered in torn clothes, and the wounds from the sword halberd last night were still visible through the coarse linen clothes.

"The family you reincarnated in is really frugal enough, and you won't even give a patch," Zhao Wanmo shook his head helplessly, he didn't want to be so downcast, so he also stretched out his hand to wipe the mud on his shoulders for him, and used a touch of demonic power to heal several of his injuries.

"Don't abuse demonic power in the world," Wu Gucuo knew that Zhao Wanmo took advantage of the situation to heal him, but he didn't want to be involved, and before the injury was fully healed, he brushed his hand away: "Don't be a Jing Zhixi." ”

Zhao Wanmo also knew that when Jing Zhixi was still surnamed Bai, he died of demonic power, but he didn't hesitate to be as ordinary as Jing Zhixi and Wu Gucuo. So, his hand secretly used the demonic power again, and it was transmitted towards Wu Gucuo.

Demons, like humans, yearn for the ordinary when they are still high; When the ordinary is humble, you have to work hard to a high place, even if it is just for self-preservation. It's a pity that at that time, there was nothing to be done, powerless, and out of reach.

"I said no!" Wu Gu was stunned and angry: "Listen to Dian'er, save a little use......" As soon as Zhao Wanmo heard the word 'save a little use', it was not like what the demon said, it was even the smell of fireworks in many people, and he laughed again unconsciously, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, but like the eyes of a fox.

There is no word all the way, because everything is silent. When she walked to the green sac by her feet, Lingnu had not yet been buried, because the medicine pickers were so frightened that they couldn't give up and took care of themselves.

"There are no dead bodies, the soul is scattered, and it has not entered the reincarnation." Zhao Wanmo used the demonic power to pinch her breath and said. It turned out that the Ling girl had a grievance, and she wanted to merge into the ghost house on Jing Zhixi's left arm, but she had no choice but to shake her back, and the corpse qi converged to Longyan County, thousands of miles away. It was slaughtered by the royal family, all of whom were orphans of the Chai family.