Rong Zhaoxu chattered for a long time, taking Xiao Junjue's bed as the object of confiding, and unconsciously lay on the bed and fell asleep. Xiao Junjue came in and saw her asleep, and she didn't disturb her, sitting at the table under the window and waiting for her to wake up. He took out the jade pendant again, and the fine lines of his fingers gently stroked the traces of time left on the jade pendant, thinking of the little girl who smiled at him in the past, and unconsciously smiled at the corner of his mouth. It just so happened that there was pen and ink on the table, and he waved his pen and drew it, drawing whatever was in his mind, and he did not hesitate at all. It was done in one go, and a painting was finished in less than a stick of incense, so he let out a sigh of relief, put down the pen and ink, and picked it up to take a closer look. However, when he looked at it, he was stunned, it turned out that what he painted turned out to be Rong Zhao's sleeping appearance now. Shaking his head, he looked at Rong Zhao, and couldn't believe that the person he drew when his brain was blank just now would be her. "Hmm~" The person on the bed gradually woke up and rolled over. Xiao Junjue hurriedly pressed the painting on the bottom layer of a pile of rice paper. Rubbing his eyes, Rong Zhao sat up and looked at the window, his voice was still hoarse from Su Xiao's sleep, "You're back." Xiao Junjue had the light on his back and couldn't see his appearance clearly, but the outline was clearly visible. "Hmm. In the panic, Xiao Junjue regained her calm. "I waited too long, I fell asleep, I knew I wouldn't waste time here. Although this sleep was short, it was very comfortable, Rong Zhao came to the spirit, and simply said: "Without further ado, you can teach me to paint and recover my time." She went over and sat down at the table, steady with a paper and pen in hand. Xiao Junjue twisted her eyebrows and said, "Stand up." Rong Zhao looked up at him, puzzled, thinking that he was not teaching her, and hummed: "Do you want to regret it?" "Have you ever seen me sit and paint?" Rong Zhao thought about it, and it didn't seem to be. Although I didn't want to stand, I got up. "You just learned, and you can't draw right away, so today you start learning from the posture of holding the pen. Rong Zhao thinks he is so verbose, learn to paint, as long as he can draw it, why bother with these details. Knowing that she was impatient, Xiao Junjue stared at her silently and said, "If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, if you don't even have the right posture to hold a pen, how can you draw? This is the same as the principle of your sword practice." Rong Zhao felt that Xiao Junjue was like the old-fashioned gentleman, and said perfunctorily: "Okay, I'll study hard." "Refers to the real and the false...... The thumb, index finger, and middle finger are clamped between the barrel, and the ring finger and little finger are pressed together against the barrel...... Hanging elbow and wrist. "Painting and practicing swords are still different, how awkward Rong Zhao holds the pen, his fingers seem to be unable to bend it, and in the end he can't even hold the pen. This student is also bad enough, Xiao Junjue was a little anxious, and directly taught her how to use each finger joint. Rong Zhao's mind was no longer drawn, and he looked at him with his head sideways. It was the first time she had observed him in such detail, and the mask covered half of his face, revealing his eyes and below his nose. She found that Xiao Junjue's eyes were extremely good-looking, narrow and flying, and the black jewel-like pupils were like the starlight in the night sky, shining with unparalleled light. Thin lips, a touch of pink, as clear and ruddy as rouge. The skin is not the same copper and dark color as ordinary martial artists, but rather translucent and moist white. Maybe he originally had such a complexion, but he was only fighting outside all the year round, so he used to be close to bronze. But it has been more than a year since he returned from the border pass, and more than a year has allowed him to return to his previous complexion. Rong Zhao looked at him stupidly, thinking, if it weren't for this mask, if there were no legendary scars, Xiao Junjue's appearance would definitely not be inferior to Xiao Jinyu. I heard that although Concubine Wan was a maid, she was a beauty in the city and had a beautiful face. As her child, Xiao Junjue's original appearance should not be bad. It's just that...... Rong Zhao sighed in his heart. Burned by the fire, the face under this mask must be blurred and unrecognizable. Hey, I've been blinded by God's gift. Then she thought about it, she actually cared most about her appearance, but why did she have a good impression of Xiao Junjue, and even have a trace of liking? Could it be that she slowly discovered that the charm of a person does not lie in appearance, but in the temperament exuded by that person?

Hasn't she always been very superficial? When did she start paying attention to inner beauty? But Xiao Junjue has no temperament, but she is just a martial artist. But this martial artist saved her life four times, and the grace of saving her life allowed her to promise four times. For a while, Rong Zhao's heart was like two villains talking constantly, and the quarrel made her heart mess. "What do you think I'm doing?" Xiao Junjue turned her face to the side, seeing Rong Zhao staring at her, a layer of blush unconsciously appeared under the mask, but the cheeks were covered, so Rong Zhao didn't see it. was arrested, Rong Zhao was ashamed, but he didn't care about his face and didn't want to show it, so he had to say: "I'm annoyed by your verbosity, let's see when you finish." "It's not over, go on. Xiao Junjue didn't think much about it, held Rong Zhao's hand and continued to teach her. Maybe he didn't notice it himself, and he didn't know when it began, he, the king of Chu, who was not close to women, could hold a woman's hand so naturally, and he didn't feel anything awkward at all, and he forgot that men and women don't kiss each other.

"Miss is not good, big things are not good. Rong Zhao was secretly looking at Xiao Junjue, and Qiushui's voice appeared out of place, so scared that she almost didn't meet Xiao Junjue again.

"What's the matter!" Rong Zhao said through gritted teeth, she leaned into Qiushui, and said: "Didn't I say it, it's not good to say it again, don't add the word "Miss" in front, I'm okay." ”

If she disturbs people to talk about love, she will be thundered by the sky, and she will always destroy her good deeds.

Qiushui gasped slightly, it seemed that there was really something urgent, and he wanted to stop talking, as if he didn't know what to say.

Rong Zhao said impatiently: "What the hell are you talking about?" ”

Qiushui slowly said, "Miss, the third master is gone." ”

As soon as the fingers were loosened, the pen stained in ink fell on the painting with a "bang", Rong Zhao had long known that Rong Sanye was going to die, but when she suddenly came, her heart still couldn't be calmed.

After all, they are related by blood, even if they don't get along, they are also her relatives.

"When?" asked Xiao Junjue.

Qiushui replied: "Not long ago, the Hou Ye sent someone to spread the word and let the young lady and the prince go back to the Hou Mansion. ”

Xiao Junjue said neatly and neatly, "Let Nighthawk prepare the carriage." Touching Rong Zhao's shoulder, "People can't be resurrected after death, don't be too sad." ”

Rong Zhao nodded distractedly, Xiao Junjue looked at her clothes and said, "Go and change into a plain dress, let's leave after the change." ”

When I returned to the Ronghou Mansion, the door of the mansion was wide open, and a white cloth had been hung, and people came and went in an endless stream, and before I entered the door, I heard a cry in the mansion.

Mrs. Rong cried and fainted again and again, and several times Marquis Rong persuaded her to go back to her room to rest, but she still refused to leave, only guarded Rong San's body, and shouted over and over why he was so ruthless, and asked her to send black and white people to white-haired people.

Rong Sanye is the old lady's only son, and there is no difference between killing her son and asking for half her life.

Rong Zhao stood aside, although he was also sad in his heart, but he couldn't shed tears. Maybe it's because the relationship between her and Rong Sanye's uncle and nephew is too shallow, and the things he has done since he returned to Beijing have weakened their family affection, or maybe his death has long been expected by Rong Zhao, so when this day comes, there is only sigh left in his heart.

At this time, she also sympathized with the old lady, no matter what the past, she understood too well the pain of a mother who lost her child, and there was no greater pain for a mother than the pain of losing a child.

It's just that when the old lady inadvertently looked at her, seeing that she didn't shed a single tear, she immediately became angry.

"Are you glad that your third uncle is dead? What are you doing here, are you watching jokes? Don't you get out of here. "Sometimes the pain has to be vented, and Mrs. Rong takes Rong Zhao as her outlet.

"It's all the sons you taught!" scolded Rong Zhao is not counted, he shook off the Marquis Rong who was supporting her, pointed and scolded: "You are also proud, aren't you? You have seen that our mother and wife are not pleasing to the eye in the morning, and you can't look down on the world, and you think that he has no prospects, and ruined your reputation, are you looking forward to him entering the coffin and me dying now?"

Fingers pointed at Marquis Rong, Second Master Rong, Second Lady, and Rong Zhao one by one, "You're all satisfied now, aren't you? I don't need you to pretend to be sad here, you all get out!"

Marquis Rong hurriedly arched his hand and said, "The mother is angry, and the son has no such intention." ”

Rong Zhao was sympathetic to her, but her words and deeds were really chilling, especially when she even scolded her father, Rong Zhao couldn't tolerate it, and said angrily: "If you want to scold, just scold me alone, why even my father has to scold you?"

Marquis Rong twisted his eyebrows and drank Rong Zhao, "Shut up!"

Rong Zhao shut up stupidly, and cried out in his heart.

"Smack!" The originally trembling body seemed to be injected with strength, and the old lady Rong rushed towards Rong Zhao, raised her hand and hit it.

"You little slut, how can you speak if you get married!"

This slap didn't hit Rong Zhao in the face, but in Xiao Junjue's face.

Xiao Junjue saw that Mrs. Rong was going to beat Rong Zhao, and subconsciously protected her, but she was beaten, and the slap hit him on the cheek impartially.

Suddenly, everyone held their breath, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, and there was no sound.

Rong Zhao was furious, and went to the old lady, shouting sharply: "You dare to hit him-" The posture seemed to be about to be returned.

Xiao Junjue hurriedly pulled her back and shook her head at her. Rong Zhao was not convinced, snorted heavily, and turned his face away.

Old Mrs. Rong really didn't expect to hit the King of Chu, and she panicked, not knowing how to deal with herself.

The third lady was the first to react, and hurriedly knelt down and pleaded: "Mother is too sad and behaves abnormally, not intentionally, ask Lord Chu for a lot of forgiveness." ”

Others followed suit.

Even Marquis Rong knelt down and pleaded, "The prince forgives the sin, the princess forgives the sin." ”

Where would Rong Zhao let him kneel on his knees, he hurriedly pulled it up and said, "It's not you who beat him, what are you kneeling for." She glared at the old lady, who had pitied her just now, and now she only felt that there must be something hateful about the poor man.

Xiao Junjue didn't care, and said: "Forget it, the old lady is a sad person, and she didn't mean it, you all get up, this king will not pursue it." ”