"Sister, I'm injured like this, do you want me to go to the polo field with you?"

On the carriage of the Huai'an Hou Mansion, Zhao Ruxiu was in pain, aggrieved and dissatisfied.

She's grown so big, she's never had such pain.

"Sister, you also know that it is not easy for me and the little prince to come out once." Zhao Yuehua coaxed her in a low voice: "Zhao Yan is very arrogant now, and we are not her opponents."

When I become the princess of the little prince, isn't it easy to clean her up? ”

"Zhao Yan's little slut." Zhao Ruxiu held her bloody hands and gritted her teeth: "I'm going to dismantle her into eight pieces." ”

"When I become a princess, she will naturally let you dispose of her." Zhao Yuehua said, and counted her again: "Sister, how many times have my mother and I told you?" Don't be impulsive when you encounter problems, why don't you know how to change it?

That Zhao Yan, being able to take away all those things from her mother's hands shows that she is not a simple commodity now, and we must avoid her edge.

Mother said, you can't have a hard time with this kind of person who doesn't care about the faceless and skinless, don't provoke her for the time being, and then the eldest aunt will clean her up. ”

Her mother, named Jiang Qingrou, is the younger sister of the Fuguo Mansion, and Jiang Huaifu is her cousin.

"What can she do?" Zhao Ruxiu was painful and angry: "Except for the demon tune, he looks like a prodigal, and he is arrogant with a few silvers." ”

"In short, you can't underestimate the enemy." Zhao Yuehua's expression was quite solemn.

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Zhao Yan's carriage went out of the East City Gate and suddenly stopped.

"Girl, the little prince has blocked the way." Sorry for the rain whispered by the carriage window.

Zhao Yan raised her hand and picked out the carriage curtain to see, and Zhou Yu came in.

"If you don't accompany your fiancée, what are you stopping me from?" Zhao Yan leaned on the wall of the carriage, looking at him with a smile in her apricot eyes.

Zhou Yu didn't say a word, sat down and pulled her left hand, which was casually wrapped in a handkerchief.

"It's just a skin injury, and it will be fine in a few days." Zhao Yan watched him untie his veil nonchalantly.

A faint smell of blood permeated the carriage.

Zhou Yu took her hand and looked at the sky outside the window, carefully checking the wound for debris remaining.

Zhao Yan looked at it crookedly, as if the injured hand was not her hand at all.

"Doesn't it hurt?" He blew lightly on the wound.

"What is this?" Zhao Yan bent her eyes and smiled softly.

She has experienced things that are ten times more painful than this, and this injury is not worth mentioning.

Zhou Yu cleaned the wound for her, sprinkled the powder, and carefully wrapped it with fine gauze.

"Don't get wet." Zhou Yu admonished and wanted to get up and get out of the carriage.

Zhao Yan suddenly grabbed him by the collar.

Zhou Yu stopped his movements and lowered his eyes to look at her.

Looking at each other, the atmosphere in the carriage gradually warmed up.

Zhao Yan leaned over, kissed him on the slightly pursed lips, and said with a smile: "Thank you, brother-in-law." ”

Zhou Yu's slightly picked eyes were dyed with a touch of red, and he lowered his head to kiss him.

Zhao Yan's tender fingers were against his lips, and her apricot eyes looked at him wetly: "Is there still that little pill?" ”

Save more, it won't hurt when you eat sunflower water in the future, and it will be much more convenient to act.

"Nope." Zhou Yu's voice was faintly hoarse, and her eyes lingered on her fluttering lips.

"The recipe will do the same." Zhao Yan's fingertips gently traced the shape of his lips, and her voice was delicate and soft.

Zhou Yu's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes were slightly dark: "There is no formula." ”

"You have." Zhao Yan's fingertips lightly stroked down and landed on his Adam's apple, a little smile appeared in his apricot eyes, and his tone was firm: "The power of the Jinyang Dynasty is tilted towards the government and the opposition, and the little prince is blue, there is nothing in this world that you can't find, you just don't want to give it to me." ”

Zhou Yu pulled her hand away with one hand, put his big palm on the back of her neck, lowered his head and covered it, and went straight to attack the city, lingering.

Zhao Yan couldn't breathe, and gently pushed him before he let go.

He tightened his arms around her slender waist and put it close to her ear, whispering with a slightly rough breath: "That pill is too much medicine, and it is not appropriate to get pregnant in the future." ”

"People like me." Zhao Yan chuckled, twisted her body and broke away from his embrace: "Where is there anything after?" ”

"Little prince, girl." Ye Feng's voice came in: "The carriage from the Hou Mansion of Huai'an is here." ”

Zhao Yan pushed Zhou Yu with a smile and leaned against the wall of the carriage: "Brother-in-law, go and accompany my sister." ”

Zhou Yu glanced at her deeply, got up and got out of the carriage.

"Let's go." Zhao Yan ordered casually.

The carriage slowly drove into Shengjiazhuang.

This is a small village left by Sheng Xue, Zhao Yan's mother, and there are only a few families, all of which are old people.

"The girl is here."

Mr. and Mrs. Zhuang saw the carriage on the road from a distance and greeted it.

"Uncle Fa, auntie." Zhao Yan got out of the carriage, put her injured hand in her sleeve, and greeted them with a smile.

The head of the village is called full of hair, and it is dark and strong.

His wife, Zhang, is simple and kind.

The two looked at Zhao Yan's eyes, both with real love.

"The girl has entered the Fuguo Mansion, but is she okay?" Sheng Zhang stepped forward to ask.

"Everything is fine, you are worried." Zhao Yan was taken by her and went to the farmhouse.

"Little Flower!" Sheng Fa shouted outside the fence courtyard: "The girl is here." ”

Xiaohua is the daughter of his family, and she is fourteen years old this year, because Zhao Peiyuan, Zhao Peiyuan, the younger brother of Zhao Yan, does not let anyone serve in close proximity except for the maidservant A Ning, and Xiaohua is outside to help do some chores.

Ah Ning and Xiaohua came forward to greet them.

"Girl." Ah Ning looked into the room and whispered: "The second young master has not eaten water and rice for two days, and the slave and maid can't persuade him." ”

She is handsome and smart, well-behaved and docile, and she is serving by Zhao Peiyuan's side when she is young.

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhao Yan lifted the hem of her skirt and stepped into the low wooden threshold.

The furnishings in the house are simple and old, and it is better to clean and fresh.

Zhao Yan went straight into the inner room, sat down on the shelf bed, and called: "Fu Xuan." ”

Fuxuan is Zhao Peiyuan's small character.

Zhao Peiyuan on the bed opened his dim eyes, his face was pale from the sun all year round, his eyebrows and eyelashes were black, and his lips were also not very healthy light cherry color.

"Get up and eat." Zhao Yan took the food brought by Ah Ning and put it aside: "My hand is injured, you can come by yourself." ”

Zhao Peiyuan didn't move, as if he hadn't heard it.

"Fu Xuan, I miss my mother too." Zhao Yan frowned slightly, and there was a little coldness in her eyebrows: "You are not a child anymore, don't be so aggressive." ”

Zhao Peiyuan was still indifferent.

Zhao Yan looked at him and said slowly: "More than half a month ago, I married into the Fuguo Mansion. ”

Zhao Peiyuan's eyes widened instantly, his two arms were supported but he slipped down, and it took two times before he sat up, breathing rapidly: "Are you crazy?" ”

"I want to avenge my mother and you, and I want justice for myself." Zhao Yan looked at him: "If you don't help me, don't hold me back." ”

"I'm a waste, how can I help you!" Zhao Peiyuan thumped his leg, and his pale face was swollen with shame.

Once, he excelled in his studies, his masters looked at him differently, and his father regarded him as the pride of the family.

It was also because he was good at studying and his father valued him that he was able to protect his sister a little during the years when his sister and brother depended on each other.

But Jiang Qingrou, the poisonous woman, in order for her own son to get more attention from his father, actually set up a poison plan, causing him to lose a leg and become a disability!

After that, my father never wanted to see him again.

He also mustered up the courage to go to the academy again, but those people laughed at him, saying that he was "a master of astronomy, but a paralyzed lower limb".

How else can someone like him help?