As soon as Jun Beimo entered the bamboo courtyard, what caught his eye was that the two of them hugged each other intimately, and there were many empty wine jars lying scattered around, and the air exuded a strong fragrance of osmanthus wine.

The most hateful thing is that his little sister actually complained to other men about her badness.

Isn't he good enough for her?

Jun Beimo walked a few steps briskly, standing not far from Duan Yue's side, wearing a brocade robe wrapping his long and straight figure, his face was deep, and it was a little difficult to distinguish joy and anger.

It's just that the cold and biting air around him is about to condense, and there is no doubt that it is showing the man's anger.

Duan Yue only paused for a while, didn't see Jun Beimo, and said, "He still ...... And bullied me. ”

Jun Beimo almost laughed angrily.

Bullying her?

"Those who still laugh all day long and hide knives in their mouths are not good people......" Duan Yue continued.

Night Shadow stood beside Jun Beimo and prayed silently: Miss, don't say it, although ...... That's what you said, but can we not say it in front of the master so openly?

The most terrifying thing is that Su Zihao is not afraid of death and panders and says, "Yes, not a good person, hehe~"

Sure enough, Nightshadow felt that there was a thick murderous aura around him, so thick that the hairs on the back of his neck were about to stand up.

As a result, the two people at the time continued to talk about themselves as if they were fine.

Jun Beimo probably didn't want to hear any more accuses against him, so he stretched out his hand to Duan Yue's neck and pulled her.

The night shadow was so frightened that she wanted her master's subordinates to show mercy and don't do anything she regretted, so the eldest lady strangled her.

However, I saw that the man wrapped his arms around her neck and put him on his shoulders, and his other hand reached out to her knees, and he hugged Duan Yue all of a sudden, it was still that kind of princess hug.

Nightshade: Forgive me for thinking too much again!

Duan Yue exclaimed, and reflexively reached out to hug Jun Beimo's neck.

Rise.

It was those deep eyes, like a whirlpool, that attracted Duan Yue, and there was a confused shadow reflected in the black pupils.

Duan Yue shook his head vigorously, suddenly grinned, stretched out his finger and pointed at Jun Beimo, and said, "Hehe~ You look like Jun Beimo, but you are not as good-looking as him, hehe~"

It seems that this sentence flattered Jun Beimo.

I saw that the corners of the man's mouth were slightly hooked, as if he was smiling instead of smiling, but showing pleasure.

"Hehe~ You look so good when you laugh......" After speaking, Duan Yue laughed again, and his slightly red cheeks showed coquettishness.

"The drunken beauty has a rosy face, and she doesn't forget to be delicate and shy and gentle." Jun Beimo thinks... This sentence probably describes her at this time!

Although she is not gentle.

Jun Beimo walked to the carriage with Duan Yue in his arms, Ye Feng followed directly, and the remaining Night Shadow was still standing in the bamboo courtyard, looking at them, and then at Su Zihao lying on the bamboo table, and said with a lot of mouth, "Master, what should I do with the eldest son of the Su family?" ”

"Throw him at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Jun Beimo said coldly, then got into the carriage with Duan Yue in his arms, and instructed Ye Fengdao, "Drive." ”

"Drive!"

The carriage drove away, rolling up a few fallen leaves, leaving alone in the cold shadow of the night in the wind.

This is...... Let him carry the eldest son of the Su family back on foot?

Nightshade slapped his mouth hard, making your mouth cheap, making your mouth cheap, you deserve it!

But he resigned himself to carrying Su Zihao and flew towards the Prime Minister's Mansion with light skills.

After arriving at the Prime Minister's Mansion, Night Shadow was also a little out of breath, threw Su Zihao to the door, saw that there was no one around, hesitated, or knocked on the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and heard someone open the door, Night Shadow flew away.

After all, he is the only son of Prime Minister Su, so don't leave a handle for the prince to discuss, so as to save the truth.

"Squeak~", the door opened, and the little guy saw that it was the eldest young master lying on the ground, and quickly asked someone to lift Su Zihao up.

From time to time, Prime Minister Su's criticism came from the Prime Minister's Mansion, "You rebel, you don't miss your job all day long, and you dare to drink, how can I have a son like you." ”

The surrounding minions and maids looked calm, as if they were fine.

Also, such a thing happens every few days, and his lord is obviously a civil official, but every time he says those few words of a murderer, they are about to memorize them.

It's just, master, can we wait for the eldest young master to wake up? Now that you say it, the eldest young master can't hear it!

……

And Duan Yue, who was sitting in the carriage, was not at ease, so Jun Beimo had to put her on his lap, hold her in his arms, and force her movements.

Duan Yue continued to writhe restlessly in Jun Beimo's arms, panting slightly, spraying on Jun Beimo's neck, and a stream of hot air rushed straight to his head, causing his ears to heat up.

Obviously, he has always had good self-control, but he was forced to bring out a trace of evil spirit by Duan Yue.

Damn it!

"Duan Yue, if you dare to move again, believe it or not, this king will throw you out of the carriage." Jun Beimo couldn't help but scolded loudly.

Duan Yue seemed to be frightened by Jun Beimo's scolding and stopped writhing.

Jun Beimo just breathed a sigh of relief.

Duan Yue began to arch in Jun Beimo's arms again, and said unhappily, "What are you doing so loudly?" It's scared to death. ”

After speaking, he also stretched out his hand and pinched Jun Beimo's cheek.

Jun Beimo's face suddenly darkened, and he gritted his teeth and shouted again, "Duan Yue! ”

He knew that Duan Yue wasn't very afraid of him in the first place, let alone that she was drunk and unconscious, and if she dared to make a blessing on his head, he shouldn't care about her.

Duan Yue didn't pay attention to Jun Beimo, his weak and boneless little hand continued to poke his cheek, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, how could there be such a good-looking person in the world!

Jun Beimo reached out to grab Duan Yue's little hand, but she avoided it lightly, seeing that Jun Beimo didn't catch it, Duan Yue laughed again.

After a while, Duan Yue stretched out his evil claws again, touched Jun Bei's eyebrows, and traced the shape of his eyebrows over and over again, praising without hesitation, "Your eyebrows are so good-looking, crooked, hehe~"

Jun Beimo had already given up and let Duan Yue touch it indiscriminately.

"Huh~ The bridge of your nose is so stiff, it's better than the bridge of the nose of the Korean Oba, huh!? Hehe~ You are also more handsome than the Korean Oba. ”

Jun Beimo heard Duan Yue muttering quietly, and he didn't know who the Korean Oba was, and felt that she was babbling nonsense about something he didn't understand.

"Do you know who I am?" Jun Beimo asked without listening to the call, and was a little remorseful after asking.

"Know! Monarch...... Jun Beimo! Duan Yue replied crisply.

Jun Beimo couldn't help but have a trace of joy in his heart, and he didn't know where this joy came from.

It's just that Jun Beimo hasn't been happy for long, his face instantly darkened, a little gloomy, and the hand holding Duan Yue unconsciously exerted a slight force, and one after another bruises broke out.

——Small Theater——

Author: Mo'er smashed, don't you resist when you are touched like this?

Jun Beimo: Why did this king resist?

Author: Aren't you afraid that Xiao Yue'er will ride on your head?

Jun Beimo: Ride it! I was so happy to be eaten tofu by my daughter-in-law! I'm so excited!

Author: Then can you help me ask for favorites and recommend votes? (Poor bastard!) ）

Jun Beimo: No problem.