Xiao Zhuozi secretly thought, no, he made Fujin angry as soon as he came back.

In this way, he slammed his head three times, and hurriedly said, "Please Fu Jin to surrender, the slave is at fault, Fu Jin don't get angry, it's not worth it." ”

Ji Wanrong didn't have time to stop it at all, looking at the extra red mark on Xiao Zhuozi's forehead, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Hey, this honest child is not afraid of having more strength and getting a concussion.

"Come on, get up, you reckless character, you deserve to be a member of our Dark Fragrance Pavilion." Ji Wanrong finally smiled.

There was a bit of helplessness in his tone, "Don't just heal your body and hurt your head again." ”

Xiao Zhuozi suddenly smiled when she saw Ji Wanrong, and she was dumbfounded for a while, unable to guess whether the hostess in front of her was happy or angry.

Chunjiao saw the small table kneeling there stupidly, and also laughed, "Little Zhuozi, don't you get up to thank you?" The master doesn't blame you anymore. ”

When Xiao Zhuozi heard this, he hurriedly got up from the ground, saluted Ji Wanrong a thousand times, and thanked him.

Ji Wanrong inquired about his body and told him that he was good at birth, so he didn't say anything.

How was it poisoned, presumably when Xiao Lizi went to visit, he also said it.

The matter has passed, and it is a good thing that no one died, and it is useless to say too much about it.

That person, Yinzhen is going to be protected, no matter how much he thinks about it, he can only sulk and not be worth it.

Xiao Zhuozi saw that Ji Wanrong's smile was restrained, and her expression was a little more indifferent, and she couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

The master's jasmine white clothes today are just right, although they are plain, but they set off the face as gentle as jasmine, fragrant and sweet.

The sunlight shining through the bamboo curtain at the entrance of the main hall fell on her embroidered shoes full of rice beads, which was very beautiful.

He hadn't seen Ji Wanrong for half a month, and he was only amazed that the master was better looking and quieter than before.

Yin Zhen hadn't come back yet, Ji Wanrong thought, just took advantage of the time to go back to Kefu.

She said in front of Chang Fujin that the Wulanala clan had obtained Yinzhen's permission to Ji Wanrong earlier, although she felt that there were no rules in her heart, but it was not easy to stop her.

only told her to go back to the house early, and not to swagger outside the market, which ruined the face of Baylor Mansion.

Every time she said this, Ji Wanrong's ears were calloused.

responded again and again, and then picked a morning after saying goodbye, and took Chunjiao out of the house.

Not only that, but she also had a cart full of gifts, fabrics, snacks, and the four treasures of the study.

What sent her back was a cyan oily carriage, although it was simple, but it was also generous, and Ji Wanrong didn't think it was anything.

Listening to the sound of horses' hooves outside the car, she felt an inexplicable excitement in her heart, and she didn't know if it was because she went back to her parents' house.

Fucha received the letter early and waited at the door, and after half an hour, he finally saw a blue oil wagon parked in front of his house.

She rubbed her hands nervously and ran down the steps to wait, until she saw the delicate little man coming out of the car, and her eyes couldn't help but moisten.

"E-niang." Ji Wanrong looked at Fucha and shouted in a choked voice.

is so wronged, I don't know if it's my own or the original owner's.

"Hey, Rong'er, my mother's little Rong'er is back." Fucha stepped forward, took Ji Wanrong's weak and boneless little hand, and responded with relief, "Come into the house quickly, E-Niang has made you something delicious." ”