The winter rain is dripping, and the yellow lotus leaves in the lake are swaying, although it is only winter, the wind blows cold in people's bones.

Zhong Zhuyu stood by the pavilion in the lake, looking at the scenery with unique Jiangnan characteristics in front of him, and only felt like a world away. It's been five years... I finally returned to this land.

The maidservant who had served Zhong Zhuoyu for many years was waving a small fan at the coal stove, and the air was filled with the smell of roasted milk. Zhong Zhiyu's eyes closed, almost thinking that he was still in the grassland.

"County Lord, the milk is warm." The maidservant Chunhe bowed respectfully, and raised the porcelain bowl containing milk above her head with both hands and handed it to Zhong Shuyu.

Zhong Zhiyu glanced at the milk, the white milk was in the translucent celadon, it looked good, but she didn't want to drink it at all, so she said lightly: "I'm back in Lin'an, why should I drink this." ”

Chunhe was stunned when he heard this, looked up at her face slightly, and hesitated: "That slave... Removed all of these? ”

"Withdraw." Zhong Shuyu waved his hand: "I didn't order to drink these, I should have withdrawn a long time ago." ”

"Whoa."

Chunhe was well-behaved, and was slowly walking backwards, when his wrist was clamped by a weightless force, and when he looked up, it was Jingming.

I saw that this maid, who was much older than Chunhe, stepped forward and saluted uprightly, and said with a glance: "County Lord An." It was the prince's order to let the county lord drink milk, and I hope the county lord will not make it difficult for us subordinates. ”

"Oh?" Zhong Zhiyu's eyes narrowed, and it was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger: "Then I have to drink this milk?" ”

Jing Ming didn't dare to respond to this, so he only bent his waist lower, indicating his attitude.

The scene fell silent all of a sudden, and Chunhe was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat, and he wanted to bury his head in the ground.

After a while, Zhong Zhiyu laughed, took the milk in Chunhe's hand and drank it all, and casually threw the empty bowl to Jingming: "So, I don't like disobedient people like you the most." ”

Jing Ming's eyes were so quick that he caught the empty bowl, and excused himself: "The slave and maid are also acting on orders. ”

"Hey, okay, go back and serve your master well, don't be an eyesore with me." Zhong Zhiyu was annoyed when he saw her like that, and quickly sent her away.

"The second aunt gave the slave to the county master, and the master of the slave is the county master, what does the county lord mean?" Jing Ming replied, his footsteps did not move for half a minute.

This time, Zhong Shuyu was really annoyed, and he kicked Jing Ming's knee no matter what etiquette he raised. She has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, and even if Jingming is strong, she is kicked to the ground.

This kick came suddenly, and Jing Ming only felt that his knees were weak and he fell to the ground, and his face was full of astonishment.

"Why don't you get out of here?" Haruha spoke out at the right time.

Her voice was delicate and soft, and it was not lethal, but Jing Ming heard the threat for no reason. opened his mouth, but finally closed his mouth, got up and made a standard salute to Zhong Zhuoyu before staggering away.

Zhong Zhiyu watched Jingming walk away, then retracted his gaze and continued to look at the dry lotus in the lake, there were fish swimming in the lake, with slight ripples, and a few dry lotus plants swaying in the lake, echoing the duckweed on the side.

"Haruha, I'm not happy."

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Zhong Shuyu is the only daughter of a king with a different surname in this dynasty, and she is the lord of the county, and she should have grown up with a thousand pets, but she was sent to Beiyi at a young age to be a proton on that grassland.

In fact, it wasn't hers originally, after all, protons are such a thing, of course, they need a prince to be qualified, not even a princess, but she has a good father - General Pingyuan five years ago, and now the king of Zhenbei, Zhong Yongnian.

Zhong Yongnian fought all his life, participated in countless battles, and was even more invincible after becoming a commander.

In the year Zhong Shuyu was born, he was only 26 years old when he sat in the position of deputy general, and then in the battle with Xirong, the army suddenly rose up, defeated the Xirong army one after another, and drove them back to their hometown to farm.

It's a pity that years of conquest did not defeat him, but dragged down the already insufficient treasury, and at this time when he should have been recuperating, Beiyi invaded with strong soldiers and horses. Zhong Yongnian still stuck to the front line of resistance to Beiyi and repelled countless Beiyi troops, but when Zhong Zhiyu was 12 years old, he was told that the national treasury could not afford military rations, and the court decided to cede the land in order to seek a truce.

This can increase Beiyi's arrogance, thinking that he was beaten by Zhong Yongnian this year, he suddenly proposed not only to ask for things, but also to let Zhong Yongnian's only daughter be a proton. Of course, it's still very polite to say it, just to come to our Beiyi as a guest.

In order to appease Zhong Yongnian and save face in the Great Yu Kingdom, the saint broke the example that had not been established for hundreds of years, and named Zhong Yongnian as the king of Zhenbei and Zhong Shuyu as the county lord to show his honor.

Although Zhong Yongnian is strong, he also knows the severity, and the current people of Dayu and the people can no longer withstand the war, so he gritted his teeth and sent Xiao Jianyu, who had just passed his 12th birthday, on the way to Beiyi.

That's five years.

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"County Lord, it's cold. Let's go back. Chunhe looked at the sky and persuaded: "Today is the beginning of winter, and the house must have cooked dumplings." ”

"Hmph, I still don't know his dumplings?" Zhong Shuyu said disdainfully, but his feet moved, ready to go home.

Chunhe pursed his lips and smiled silently: "Isn't it?" The county lord is in the royal court, and he has been talking about the fresh meat and shrimp dumplings in the house every year, and now he has finally come back, of course, he has to eat a round belly. ”

There were four slaves who followed to the grassland court to serve Zhong Zhuyu, and the other three died in order to protect Xiao Zhuyu, and now only a timid and cautious Chun and Quanxu Quanwei have to come back with him, so Zhong Shuyu is the closest to her.

"I want to have a round belly, and it depends on whether others are willing or not." Zhong Zhuyu glanced at Jing Ming, who was following from afar, and said coldly.

Chunhe glanced at Jing Ming, didn't speak, and only whispered in a breath after a few breaths: "Second aunt won't even have to deduct dumplings from you, how can you say that you are also the county lord." ”

"Who knows, she would like me to die outside, and now that I'm back, won't it be in the way of her ......eyes" Zhong Yuyu also lowered his voice, followed by a glance at Jing Ming, and said angrily: "I even suspect that my mother was angry with her." ”

The county lord said cautiously. The princess obviously went because she wanted you to be worried! Chunhe was a little anxious: "Don't talk nonsense about things without evidence." ”

Zhong Zhiyu blinked his eyes and looked innocent.

She knows her mother's body, she is as strong as a tiger, she has to eat at least three bowls of rice at every meal, regardless of skills and martial arts, her father's strength is not as big as her mother's. And her nerves are also proportional to her strength, and she is still happy when the sky falls, such a person will die of depression due to excessive anxiety after half a year of going to Beiyi?

Anyway, Zhong Xiyu didn't believe it.

However, the twists and turns still need to be verified, and now that he has only been back for two days, he still waits honestly to find out the situation, and when the time comes, these people who make him unhappy must settle accounts.

Thinking about it, the corners of Zhong Zhiyu's mouth hung a trace of confident arc, which made the whole person come alive.

Chunhe, who was half a step behind, saw her like this, and knew that his county lord must be calculating who again. quietly glanced back at Jing Ming, who was still arrogant, and estimated that he would soon not need to see her.