Xie Bingxin took Xiang Jun's hand, padd his feet, and walked forward gently, the pink dress was blown by the wind, and he hummed a small tune in his mouth, so brisk, almost in a short time, he suppressed Xiang Jun's unusual carefulness.

"Ouch."

Suddenly bumped into a hard object, Xie Bingxin frowned and looked up, she was stunned for a moment, her face couldn't help but redden, and before she could speak, a pair of hands swept over, and with a random push, she staggered back, stumbled, and almost fell.

"You!" Xie Bing's heart was puffed up, but he just pursed his lips and glared at him, and he didn't make a loud noise, his voice was weak, "It's obvious that you hit me!" ”

She bumped into the man but only glanced at her, smiled slightly, didn't stop for long, and walked away with a group of people.

Even so, Xie Bingxin's gaze couldn't help but chase after him.

At this moment, she even forgot where Xiang Jun was and why she didn't speak...... This can't be blamed on her, anyone, especially a woman, will inevitably lose his temper for a while when he sees such a man, who is almost a head and a half taller than himself, with a slender figure, especially the legs are long enough, as if the legs are legs except for the head.

Xie Bingxin is conceited and talented, but it is difficult to describe a man's appearance at this time, only knowing that even if he does not have that handsome face, the demeanor and momentum when he is surrounded by more than a dozen subordinates are enough to make any woman with both talents and looks fall in love.

Xiang Jun's face was pale, and he didn't even notice his woman's heartbeat for a moment, he wished that he would become as inconspicuous as a stone.

That person was the young marshal of the Sun family, and few people in Yangcheng knew his name, and people didn't call him by name, only young marshal.

In Yangcheng, Sun Shaoshuai is the prince!

Xiang Jun's teeth creaked, he thought he wasn't afraid, how could he be afraid? But when he really saw that person, he realized that he was terrified!

He hadn't really seen the young marshal, he fled in a hurry that day, only glanced at the silhouette of the man from a distance, but he didn't know why, that glance was so clear - he was wiping his fingers with a snow-white handkerchief in one hand, and a two-meter-tall man was squatting down to wipe the ...... on his boots Brains are no different from wiping a speck of dust.

At that moment, Xiang Jun felt an irresistible fear for the first time in his life, and although he escaped later, he still had palpitations when he remembered that scene.

Even so, before today, he always felt that he was unfortunately arrested at that time, or he would not regret it, but now, his mind was blank, and he didn't even dare to think about it, he didn't know, his hands and legs were trembling slightly, and that kind of fear, hidden in the depths of his heart, would suddenly pop up inadvertently......

The body was stiff and muddy, Xiang Jun had no thoughts now, and Xie Bingxin was also a little absent-minded.

Not far away, Adjutant Xie Yan Xie glanced back at Xie Bingxin again, turned around and whispered to Sun Shaoshuai: "It should be an accident." ”

Sun Shaoshuai's face was expressionless, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was like a knife, without the slightest change: "It's a little interesting, Ah Yan, your cousin, we may be able to use it." ”

Xie Yan: ......

is also a cousin, a relative who has long been out of the five suits, and has gone to the edge of the sky, in the early years, his family was poor, and the ugliness of those so-called relatives made him realize for the first time what human affection is.

Speaking of which, he should also thank them, if it weren't for those people who worked hard to force him, he would not have gritted his teeth to become a soldier, let alone achieved his current position.

Sun Shaoshuai's adjutant is also a well-known figure in Yangcheng. It's just that the young marshal of their family looks polite, but he is not a good servant, and with him, there are three hearts that are barely enough.

"Xiang Jun is just a small person, but he is very lucky, he has had contact with that student, and he is an innocent and simple student, who has always had a good impression of such a student, and must have some trust, and let that one escape last time......"

The young marshal's voice was peaceful and gentle, Xie Yan lowered his head, and only felt that his palms were sweaty. The one in his mouth is an amazing character, the clairvoyant of revolution, life, and the party, and he has ears to the wind, and his subordinates have three religions and nine streams, but all of them are elite soldiers, it can be said that if he kills, the losses of those revolutionary parties will be great, how can they make those people hurt for three years and five years.

He is currently in Yangcheng.

It's a pity that Sun Shaoshuai has been laying out for more than a year, and even Miss Jiang Fei's move has been used, and the last time he almost grabbed the other party's tail, but Gu Changsheng's power in Yangcheng is not small, and he has survived each other's lives, and there have been accidents one after another, and finally let the other party escape.

"Although he escaped, he was not lightly injured, and he didn't wait for the person he wanted to see, I'm afraid he would never leave Yangcheng easily, as long as he was in Yangcheng, I wasn't afraid that he would disappear forever."

It's just that it is always a little difficult to catch the snake again, Sun Shaoshuai took off the gloves in his hand and put them in his pocket: "Let Jiang Yatou speed up a little, just one Xiang Jun, if you want to catch him, you have to do three or five plans!" ”

He only said a word, and walked forward with ease.

Xie Yan was choked and sighed in his heart, okay, just a Xiangjun......

Fangjiazhuang

The weather is getting hotter.

The farmer in the field worked hard wearing hats, and although it was hot and tired, his face was so tanned that he had shed several layers of skin, and his heart was very happy.

Fangjiazhuang is different from other places, the great good man Fang Lao Ye now only harvests one percent of the grain, enough for the Fang family's own people to chew for a year, and his old man and his wife are experts in planting crops, a little pointer, let them benefit a lot, plus people have money, willing to spend capital, and are to renovate ditches, and to dig wells, they have not been short of water in this area, crops naturally grow well, can be regarded as a bumper harvest.

Fang Ruohua also sat in a thatched pavilion and painted, which is to paint these harvest scenes.

The black and white lines are finely outlined, drawing red and blackened skin, snow-white teeth, and soft muscle lines.

She felt that after studying ink painting for a few months, her sketching skills were not very rusty, and she had made some progress, at least the lines were more delicately outlined.

I remember that a sailor who studied oil painting said that he couldn't see the artistic conception of those ink paintings at all, nor could he see which one was good or which one was bad.

Regardless of whether this sailor is right or not, sketching is about the foundation of all art, even if it is Chinese painting, it is necessary to re-sketch.

She is good at sketching, is she very artistically talented? Fang Ruohua decided to be narcissistic for a while.

In the live broadcast room, fans are slowly swiping the screen, shouting that the third sister is touching! Great God! We must chase a category of comics when drawing comics.

Recently, there are not many fresh live broadcast content, so everyone is accustomed to watching the natural scenery of the mountains and wilderness, food, and those cultural ornaments, or follow Fang Ruohua to watch it and see what she pretends to be!

"Ahem."

Suddenly there were two coughs behind him.

As soon as Fang Ruohua turned around, he saw a middle-aged man who seemed to have met twice, and he always felt that this person looked crazy and tangled.

"Ahhh

With a series of rewards, Fang Ruohua saw Gu Changsheng's rare bitter face, and the word helplessness was written all over his body.