Yan Dixia only returned at this time, Xiao Yuan brought him dishes and chopsticks, and asked with concern, "Have you found your senior brother?" ”

  He shook his head, didn't eat much and walked into the room, Sister Rong got off the chair and jumped up and followed behind.

  Xiao Yuan packed up the dishes and chopsticks and carried them into the kitchen, the kitchen was dark, the firewood in the mud stove was crackling and peeling and shining red, the sweet smell of roasted sweet potatoes was everywhere, and the waist was caught off guard by the strong arm, and was carried away from the stove before struggling, and I heard the dishes and chopsticks fall to the ground with a clatter, and I don't know how many were broken.

  Struggling and scratching, and even kicking him in the leg with all his might, the firelight reflected them on the wall, and became two beautiful silhouettes, long and short, folded into one and separated, and suddenly there was no shadow, but they were pressed against the wall, folded into a shadow, and bent on the stove.

  Xiao Yuan decided to give up, gasping for breath, the bun on the back of his head that was clasped by Shen Qishan's big hand was scattered, and the black hair was wrapped around his finger bones, as if he couldn't bear to separate.

  Shen Qishan looked at her eyes shining, her cheeks were stained, her lips were bitten wet red, she looked very amorous, the fire in her heart was vigorous, and she said in a deep voice: "Poisonous woman, I said to save your brother, why did you hook up with Zhao Zhengchun again?" ”

  "Who hooked up with him? It was he who came to the door. Xiao Yuan also did not show weakness: "I can't only tie Brother Yun'er's life to you, whoever can save him, I will follow whom!" ”

  "You don't believe me?" Shen Qishan was furious.

  "Anyway, this time it was Lord Zhao who saved the emperor, not you, Lord Shen."

  Shen Qishan sneered: "You said that he saved Xiao Yan!" Stupid woman, if I hadn't begged my eldest brother and found the emperor, do you think he would jump out and pick up ready-made good people? ”

  "I don't listen." Xiao Yuan glared at him: "You lied to me once or twice, I believe that you are a ghost!" ”

  "How could I have lied to you?" Shen Qishan was furious: "If you don't say a right or wrong today, I'll you here." ”

  In her previous life, Xiao Yuan suddenly didn't want to say anything, she was a little sad: "Speaking of which, you just want my body, now you can take it, and then you will take your sunny path, and I will take my single-plank bridge, and I will never see you again." ”

  He simply raised his hand to pull the placket of his clothes, and hissed, revealing a large patch of snow skin and a bright red belly pocket.

  Shen Qishan raised the tip of her chin, because of the firelight on his back, his eyes were dark and bottomless, but Xiao Yuan knew that the more cold and expressionless he was, the more fierce and terrifying he was.

  "Poisonous woman." Xiao Yuan suddenly calmed down when he heard his voice: "You can't escape from my palm, and there are still many accounts that have not been settled with you, how can I let you go!" ”

  He suddenly let go of his hand, looked very disgusted, turned around and walked away without looking back.

  Xiao Yuan heard the sound of the courtyard door opening and crunching, she stood in a daze for a while, and Sister Rong ran in with a smile: "Sister, sister, eat sweet potatoes." ”

  "Good!" She responded, tidied up the placket, re-coiled her hair in a bun, and the Buddha green hakama rubbed a large piece of wall ash, and she couldn't shoot it cleanly.

  The sweet potato was overroasted, and the outer skin became jet-black charcoal, and she carefully peeled it off, and a hot air came out, and the heat dissipated, revealing the red and yellow naan inside, and she tasted it, but it was extremely sweet.

  Sister Rong was happy to eat, took a bowl and filled one, and ran to Yan Dixia.

  Xiao Yuan went to inspect the bowl that fell to the ground, but fortunately, only one plate fell off the porcelain.

  Instead, she became more and more melancholy.