Xiao Junjue was magnanimous and magnanimous, and Marquis Rong secretly praised him in his heart, and he was busy entertaining him and Rong Zhao to rest in the side hall first.

"Are you stupid, won't you hide when the slap comes?" Rong Zhao took an egg and rolled a silk scarf on Xiao Junjue's face, removing and reducing swelling for him, and the word "distressed" was written all over his face.

"Dead old woman, so old, still so heavy. Rong Zhao cursed.

Xiao Junjue sat on Rong Zhao's chest, Rong Zhao bent over, the spring light on his chest leaked out, Xiao Junjue couldn't help but open his eyes, his earlobes were slightly pink, and said, "Don't worry about it." ”

"I'm rubbing you here, what are you hiding, come back. Rong Zhao hooked his hand on Xiao Junjue's chin, moved back the head he was about to dodge, and naturally blew on his face, "Why don't you care, if you don't block it, I will suffer this slap." ”

"Are you going to let me watch you get beaten?" Xiao Junjue blurted out.

Rong Zhao paused in his hand and looked at Xiao Junjue deeply.

Although he was angry with Mrs. Rong, he had to say that Rong Zhao's heart was as sweet as drinking honey at this time.

Although this man is usually cold-spoken, he will always be there to protect her whenever she is in danger or about to be harmed. Rong Zhao's heart was moved, and he was a soft mess.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the feelings are like tangled branches under the roots of a big tree, growing secretly. Saying this, Xiao Junjue felt embarrassed again, cleared her throat, and said, "Actually, it doesn't hurt, you don't have to rub it for me anymore." ”

"Oh. Rong Zhao was very obedient, gave the egg to Qiushui, and sat next to Xiao Junjue.

In fact, she wanted to say something to thank him, but she didn't know how to speak, twisted the silk scarf and lowered her head, thinking for a long time.

After a while, Marquis Rong came, hugged his fists and said, "I'm really sorry for the prince, the old lady is also confused for a while, are you okay?"

"No problem. Xiao Junjue stood up and saluted back: "I understand that Mrs. Rong didn't mean to, and Master Hou doesn't have to mind." ”

"What a fool, she just used the topic to play, and I don't know where I offended her, and I am also to blame for the death of the third uncle, it is really a disaster. Rong Zhao muttered.

Marquis Rong looked at her, frowned, and persuaded: "Your grandmother is just too sad because of your third uncle's death, you should be more considerate." ”

"Are you going to hit someone when you're sad?" Rong Zhao was unconvinced, Rong Hou Ye glanced at her, she snorted lightly, and pursed her lips.

Marquis Rong said: "There are many things in the house, you go and help your second sister-in-law." ”

"How can a married girl take care of her mother's affairs, I won't go. "The old lady is worried that she hasn't set out to vent, if she cares, she won't be scolded to death.

Marquis Rong sighed, thought for a while, and said, "Then you go and accompany your eldest sister and second sister." ”

Rong Zhao saw that he seemed to want to break up and talk to Xiao Junjue alone, although he didn't know what he had in mind, he also listened to his words and went to find Rong Nuan and Rong Xin.

Xiao Junjue also saw it, and said bluntly: "Is there something wrong with Master Hou?"

Marquis Rong raised his hand and asked him to sit down, and then said: "It's about dogs, the prince has bothered during this time." ”

Rong Yao? Xiao Junjue had a number in his heart, and said, "Does the Hou Ye not want him to go to this palace again?"

Marquis Rong shook his head, but said: "No, the prince misunderstood, the old minister meant to ask you to help the old minister strictly discipline." ”

Xiao Junjue's brows swelled slightly, and Marquis Rong continued: "The old minister only has such a son-in-law, and the rise and fall of the Marquis Rong's Mansion will be on his shoulders in the future." It's just that he is stubborn by nature and has nothing to do all day long, if he continues like this, Lao Chen really can't imagine what the Ronghou Mansion will look like in a hundred years. However, during this time, the prince has to be patiently taught, and I see that he has made great progress, so I want the prince to bother more. If there is a chance, the prince can also take him to the army for training. ”

It is understandable that Marquis Rong hopes that his son will become a talent, but he is brought to the army......

Xiao Junjue hesitated, "If Lord Hou asks this king to discipline the prince more, it is not difficult, but as Lord Hou said, the prince is your only son-in-law, and the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and there is danger at any time." ”

"Jade is not a weapon, you are the pride of the sky, and you are still fighting on the battlefield, not to mention that I am a prince of the Hou Mansion, and I should take the lead. ”

Parents in the world hate that iron is not steel, Xiao Junjue nodded, "Okay, I promise Master Hou." ”

Marquis Rong was overjoyed and arched his hand towards Xiao Junjue, "Thank you Lord Wang, everything will be Lord Lao." ”

After a few more conversations, Marquis Rong still had to entertain people, and it was inconvenient to stay longer, so Xiao Junjue asked him to take care of himself and stay in the side hall to wait for Rong Zhao.

Not long after, someone came in to deliver tea, Xiao Junjue raised her eyes and looked at it, her expression slightly condensed.

Rong Wan took the tea and put it on the table, "The hospitality is not good, the prince forgives me." ”

Xiao Junjue lowered her eyes and let out a faint "um", without saying much.

Rong Wan looked at him and pursed her lips, as if she had thousands of thoughts to tell, but at this time, she was like a fish in her throat, and she didn't know where to start.

"This tea is the prince's favorite drink before the rain Longjing, the prince tastes it. She brought the tea to Xiao Junjue.

Xiao Junjue didn't answer, and said, "This king is drinking Gu Zhu's purple bamboo shoots now." ”

Rong Zhao likes to drink Gu Zhu's purple bamboo shoots, and he doesn't know when he started drinking them.

Rong Wan felt a pain in her heart, "Didn't the prince always like to drink Longjing before the rain before?"

"People's tastes will change, and they used to like to drink, but they may not always like it. Sometimes if you change the taste, you will find something different. ”

Rong Wan's posture remained unchanged, "Then why don't you taste this cup of tea again, maybe you will try it again after you change it, and you will find that it is still the first one that is the most suitable for the prince." ”

"The tea is still the cup of tea, but the mood of the tea drinker has changed, and it is not like the previous state of mind to try again, but it is a waste of this cup of tea, and the third lady will still serve this cup of tea to the people who are suitable for drinking it and know how to drink it. Xiao Junjue got up and left, never looking at Rong Wan from beginning to end, "This king almost forgot that the princess asked this king to go to her after talking to her father-in-law, and she lost the third miss." ”

The moment she passed by, the teacup in Rong Wan's hand fell in response, she turned around and hugged Xiao Junjue from behind, "Lord Wang, don't go, don't leave Wan'er so ruthlessly." Wan'er really loves you very much, and Wan'er thinks about you every day and every night. ”

"You and I are in the past. Xiao Junjue's tone contained a hint of sighing.

Rong Wan burst into tears, "Has the prince forgotten what happened when he was a child? Forgot the jade pendant that you and I were in love with? Lord, I don't care about being a wife and a concubine, I just want to be by your side and serve you. ”

Xiao Junjue looked down at the hands crossed on his waist and broke them one by one, "This king and the third miss have a shallow relationship, and it is not a good thing to entangle this king and the third miss more, the third miss should let go." ”

Xiao Junjue walked decisively, without a pause, Rong Wan looked at his back and sat on the ground a little bit. The tears slowly stopped, and her expression slowly changed, it was a kind of madness that had fallen into madness.

Suddenly, she suddenly smiled and made a "gurgling" sound, which was like the sound of a thunderbolt across the boundless sky in the dark night, which only made people feel creepy.

Rong Sanye's spiritual seat stopped in Ronghou's Mansion for 7749 days, and invited 9981 Taoist priests and 108 Zen monks to practice the Dharma in succession during these 49 days, so as to calm the soul of Rong Sanye.

Usually, the Xu family takes care of the housework, but the aftermath of Rong Sanye is a major event, and she is really busy alone, so Mrs. Rong proposed to Rong Sanye to let Rong Wan and Rong Xi co-ordinate.

And Marquis Rong originally wanted Rong Zhao to go home first to help for a while, but when Mrs. Rong said this, he gave up.

On the day of the funeral, there were white flowers all the way, and Mrs. Rong personally sent her off, so she almost lay in the coffin and cried.

Marquis Rong and Second Master Rong thanked each house and each family all the way, and then went straight to the most prosperous Guiyuan Temple in the city, where the third master Rong would be buried.

Rong Zhao comforted Rong Nuan and Rong Xin all the way, Rong Xin was a little better, although she was sad, she was not like Rong Nuan, who had lost weight twice since Rong Sanye died.

"Eldest sister, the deceased is gone, no matter how sad you are, the third uncle will not be resurrected, if he has a spirit in the sky and sees you sad, he will not feel at ease. Rong Zhao held Rong Nuan's hand and sighed slightly.

Originally, Rong Nuan was also a plump beauty, but in the past two years, she has become skinny and skinny, and the bracelets on her wrists can no longer be hung.

Rong Nuan nodded, "I'm really unfilial, when my father is here, I can't always be filial to him, and I often come back to see him, now, even if I want to see it, I can't see it." As he spoke, he burst into tears.

Saying this, Rong Zhao also felt ashamed, since she got married, she has only visited her father in Rongfu a handful of times, not even more unfilial.

Rong Nuan can't often visit the third uncle, firstly, because the third uncle was outside Beijing a few years ago, and secondly, because of An Ziqian's control, but she is free, Xiao Junjue will not care about her, and it is not far between the two mansions, but she does not go back, she really doesn't know filial piety at all.

If one day, her father also has a third uncle, she will regret it too late.

Rong Zhao is determined that he will return to Rong's house to visit his father more often in the future.

Rong Zhao asked her how she was doing in Anjia, and it was obvious that Rong Nuan's eyes were dodgy, and he only said that he was very good in Anjia, and An Ziqian was also good to her.

Although she said this, Rong Zhao still couldn't help but worry about her, just afraid that she would repeat the tragic mistakes like in her previous life.

When I arrived at Guiyuan Temple, I performed another ritual and reset the incense altar, and the coffin of Rong Sanye was placed in the side room of the Daxiong Treasure Hall. Rong Sanye set up a banquet outside to entertain all relatives and friends, and when it came to Xin, everyone dispersed, leaving only close relatives, and then left together after three days of requirement.

Rong Zhao and other female dependents arranged in the Xuanmiao Nunnery not far from Guiyuan Temple, and the men lived in Guiyuan Temple.

The weather was a little hot, and Rong Zhao couldn't sleep at night, so he quietly went out of the clean room and went outside to blow a cool breeze.

There was no one in the silence, and she walked while kicking the pebbles, and before she knew it, she had reached the lake behind the nunnery.

The wind was blowing the lake, and a slight cool breeze was blowing, Rong Zhao closed his eyes and enjoyed a moment of coolness, and stretched his waist.

After a while, she felt comfortable physically and mentally, and was about to go back, when she was about to turn her footsteps, when suddenly, she received a blow to the back of the head, and before she could see who had beaten her, she fell into a dark whirlpool.