Recently, there was a rumor in Kyoto, and everyone knew about it.

The young master of Rongguo Mansion likes the young lady of Yongdehou Mansion, and the young lady of Yongdehou Mansion wants to marry the young master of Rongguo Mansion.

Zhao Jianrong listened to it and felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

What kind of thing to slander his family's Rou'er like this.

"Zhao Jianrong!" Xie Yurou walked towards him with a kite in her hand and walked towards him with cheerful steps, "The weather is good today, let's fly a kite." ”

Zhao Jianrong sharpened the knife in his hand, glanced at the kite in Xie Yurou's hand, and said, "Don't go." ”

"Why don't you go? Are you sharpening your knives going to the barracks? Didn't your uncle forbid you to use a knife? Xie Yurou squatted down and looked at Huo Huo's knife back and forth on the whetstone, the sharp edge of the blade glowed with silver-white light, and he felt that as long as he did, he could cut anything.

Zhao Jianrong raised the knife, looked at the sky, and replied: "I suddenly want to cut something~"

"Okay, I'll go and play with Sakura, pay attention to yourself, don't let your uncle see it, I won't help you when the time comes." Xie Yurou said that she was about to leave.

"Wait." Zhao Jianrong stretched out his hand and grabbed Xie Yurou, "Are you familiar with Jiang Zhuyun?" ”

Xie Yurou immediately grinned and said, "Brother Zhu Yun, familiar, didn't I sprain my foot a few days ago, he sent me back, oh yes, he also gave me a jar of ointment, I haven't used it yet, I forgot it, I said that it can remove scars and muscles." Then he asked suspiciously, "Don't you know?" ”

Zhao Jianrong's peach eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Xie Yurou's smart expression when he said Jiang Zhuyun, holding Xie Yurou's hand loosened, his smile hooked, and the corners of his mouth flashed with cold light: "I should cut something." ”

Xie Yurou looked at Zhao Jianrong and felt inexplicable.

Not long after walking out of the yard, he suddenly thought of something, turned around and walked back, and saw Zhao Jianrong walking out of the yard with a knife to the other side, and immediately followed quietly.

Zhao Jianrong held a knife and walked on the street, swaggering until he reached the Rongguo Mansion.

Zhao Jianrong, who is already eighteen years old, is tall, and after three years of training in the military camp, he has sharpened the original softness to sharp edges, and it is impossible to ignore standing there.

"Little Hou Ye, who are you?" When the housekeeper of the Rongguo Mansion saw Zhao Jianrong, he immediately stepped forward and asked.

"Is Jiang Zhuyun here?"

"The little master has gone to the hunting ground in the western suburbs, and he hasn't returned yet. Look, it's still early, the little master won't come back so early, if the little master wants to find the little master, he can go to the hunting ground in the western suburbs. The butler replied respectfully.

Western Suburbs Hunting Grounds? That's right, the place is empty, stretching out your fists and feet.

Zhao Jianrong turned around and left, and at a glance he caught a glimpse of Xie Yurou, who had no time to hide.

Xie Yurou held the kite behind her back, laughed, looked at Zhao Jianrong who walked in front of her, and said with a smile: "That, I said that Sakura is not available, do you believe it?" ”

Zhao Jianrong squinted, put his hand against the wall behind Xie Yurou, encircled the person in his arms, bowed his head and said, "Didn't you come to find Jiang Zhuyun?" ”

"What am I looking for him for?" Xie Yurou blinked her eyes wide, grabbed the hem of Zhao Jianrong's clothes with her free hand, and asked, "Brother wants to cut Brother Zhu Yun?" ”

"Don't call me brother!" Xie Jianrong's expression sank, and he was very serious.

He's not her brother, a brother who can't be related to each other, he's a fart brother.

"Jiang Zhuyun of the Rongguo Mansion in Kyoto wants to marry Xie Yurou from the Yongdehou Mansion, why do you want to marry someone now when you are only thirteen years old?" Zhao Jianrong's tone was a little unkind.

Xie Yurou's bright eyes sank instantly, and she raised her hand that was pulling Zhao Jianrong's clothes, and directly greeted Zhao Jianrong's ear, pulling Zhao Jianrong's ear and saying, "Zhao Jianrong, I'm angry!" ”

Zhao Jianrong's momentum collapsed instantly, and he tilted his head and begged for mercy: "Rou'er Rou'er, let go, let go, I said the wrong thing, please be merciful." ”

He was a big man, and on the street he was grabbed by a woman who was a head shorter than him, so that people could see him, and he had no face to see anyone.

"Hmph." Xie Yurou let go of his hand and went to the side, "If you talk nonsense again, I won't talk to you again." ”

Zhao Jianrong put the knife in his hand behind his back, followed behind Xie Yurou, and muttered as he walked: "Whoever asked you to talk about Jiang Zhuyun is very happy." ”

Xie Yurou crossed her hands on her waist, and the huge kite was pinned to her waist like a wing: "What they say, you believe it, then they still say that I am your child daughter-in-law, why don't you believe it?" ”

Zhao Jianrong immediately took two steps forward, looked sideways at Xie Yurou, and said with a smile: "Then are you?" ”

"I'm going back to sue my uncle, you're bullying me again, huh." Xie Yurou snorted, and then ran away, her face flushed.

What kind of child bride, you are the child husband.

Hum!

**

The night is dark and the wind is high.

"Father, I want to sleep with you." Xiao Mingzhu hugged the small pillow and blinked a pair of big round eyes, looking at Xiao Yanhao expectantly.

Zhao Yunzhu sat on the couch next to him and flipped through his notebook, heard Xiao Mingzhu's words, raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Xiao Yanhao, and said with a smile: "You will accompany Mingzhu tonight." ”

Xiao Yanhao picked up Xiao Mingzhu's collar and threw it to the side, went directly to the bed, stretched out his hand to wrap around Zhao Yunzhu's waist, and said, "I am your husband, and you let me accompany other women." ”

Zhao Yunzhu raised his hand and patted Xiao Yanhao's hand around his waist: "She is your daughter." ”

"Haven't you heard that the daughter is the lover of her father's last life? I went to accompany my little lover, but you weren't jealous at all, you really didn't have me in your heart. Xiao Yanhao's arrogant phoenix eyes were deep, and there was really a trace of anger.

Zhao Yunzhu turned his eyes to look at Xiao Mingzhu, who pouted and looked sad.

"You are my father!" Xiao Mingzhu hugged the small pillow, looking aggrieved, tears were accumulated in a pair of big watery eyes, and they looked like they were about to fall at any time, and the tears had not fallen and glared at Zhao Yunzhu, "He is my father." ”

"Well, he's your father." Zhao Yunzhu replied with a smile.

"He's going to sleep with me."

"Well, yes."

"What is." Xiao Yanhao took the book from Zhao Yunzhu's hand, put it on her face, printed a kiss on her lips, and then looked at Xiao Mingzhu, "I only accompany my wife, you go to your brother." ”

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Zeyun rushed up and said angrily: "You, you, you...... Mother, I want to kiss too. ”

The two little ones stood in front of the couch with a pillow in their arms, and one stared at the other.

Xiao Mingzhu glared at Zhao Yunzhu, Xiao Zeyun glared at Xiao Yanhao, the scene was extremely funny.

"My lover is here too." Zhao Yunzhu was happy.

Xiao Yanhao's face sank, he got off the bed, threw a little guy out of the door, locked the door, and let the people outside slap again.

Zhao Yunzhu bent his knees, leaned against the window, looked at Xiao Yanhao with a smile, and said, "Your little lover doesn't want it, I still want it." ”

Xiao Yanhao directly stepped forward and hugged Zhao Yunzhu horizontally, and said, "It's not enough to have a husband?" ”

He's the only one, that's enough.

The next day, Zhao Yunzhu didn't wake up until noon.