"I've seen the little prince."

After the initial accident, Jiang Qingrou hurriedly took her two daughters to salute.

Zhao Yan was blessed, looked at Zhou Yu with a smile, and did not speak.

"The little prince is here, but Xunhua'er went to the main hall together?" Jiang Qingrou looked at Zhou Yu with an indescribable dignified and generous expression.

"Exactly." Zhou Yu bowed his head slightly, and his eyes did not squint.

"Hua'er, go with the little prince." Jiang Qingrou took Zhao Yuehua.

Zhou Yu turned around and walked out, never looking at Zhao Yan from beginning to end.

"Wait." Zhao Yan fanned lightly in her hand.

"Big sister." Jiang Qingrou smiled and said: "Our own family's affairs, behind closed doors, you don't have to leave the little prince, right?" ”

Zhao Yan ignored her, took two steps forward and looked at Zhou Yu with a smile, and her tone was soft: "I have always heard that the little prince is upright and acts impartially.

I want to ask the little prince to testify for me, I don't know if it's possible? ”

"What witnesses?" Zhou Yu looked at her with indifferent eyes.

"The day before yesterday, at the door of the Huixian Restaurant, but she pushed me first?" Zhao Yan raised the fan in her hand and pointed at Zhao Ruxiu.

"Yes." Zhou Yu bowed slightly.

"Does the little prince know how her wrist hurt?" Zhao Yanxing's eyes curved, and then asked.

That day in the hospital, Zhao Yuehua personally said that Zhao Ruxiu fell while playing polo.

Zhao Yuehua prides herself on being a beautiful girl, and it is easy not to go to the polo field, unless Zhou Yu invites her.

From this, it can be inferred that Zhao Ruxiu fell and injured his wrist, and Zhou Yu should be present.

Sure enough, the next moment, Zhou Yu said in a light tone: "The horse was shocked, she fell off her horse and broke her wrist." ”

"The little prince is really fair and honest, thank you little prince." Zhao Yan's eyebrows were crooked, and she looked at Jiang Qingrou: "Mother can hear me?" The injury on my little sister's hand has nothing to do with me. ”

"It's your mother who misunderstood you." Jiang Qingrou reluctantly pulled the corners of her lips.

"If there is nothing else to do, I will go first." Zhao Yan didn't want to say much.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Qingrou stopped her.

"Mother is still in trouble?" Zhao Yan turned around.

"A few days ago, the little prince went to his home to collect the lottery." Jiang Qingrou took a step forward and said with a smile: "Although you are married, you are also Hua'er's eldest sister, and she should follow your advice when she chooses a husband."

Look, how is the little prince? Can it be matched with Huaer? ”

Zhao Yuehua stood behind Zhou Yu, hearing that the words were both sweet and shy, and her little face turned red in an instant.

"Little prince, it's naturally excellent." Zhao Yan raised the fan, lightly touched his chin, and chuckled casually: "After all, he has a huge advantage in his own right." ”

She glanced at Zhou Yu, and the smile in her apricot eyes was very intriguing.

As if he hadn't heard of it, Zhou Yu turned around and walked out expressionlessly, but his ears turned red in an instant.

"Zhao Yan?"

Zhou Yu just went out, and a head poked into the door, a pair of dark phoenix eyes were round, and they were a little smart.

"Miss Ye is here." Jiang Qingrou greeted with a smile.

Ye Ruoling ignored her and only looked at Zhao Yan.

"Mother, I'll quit first." Jiang Qingrou greeted Jiang Qingrou, but she couldn't respond, so she retreated.

"Grandma, come on!" Ye Ruoling lowered her voice, grabbed Zhao Yan, and walked quickly to the corner of the verandah.

"Slow down." There was a rare helplessness between Zhao Yan's picturesque eyebrows.

Ye Ruoling's concubine of the Duke of Chu, the niece and granddaughter of the current Queen Mother, is also her only friend since she was a child.

"I just arrived at the door and happened to see Zhou Yu." Ye Ruoling pinched her hand excitedly: "When I got closer today, I found out that he looks so good, better than all the little girls I've ever seen, Grandma, you have made a lot of money!" ”

"Let go, you're going to strangle me!" Zhao Yan patted her.

"I'm sorry." Ye Ruoling let go of her with a smile and rubbed her hands: "I'm too excited for a while." ”

Zhao Yan rubbed the nail prints on her hands that she pinched out: "Look at your worthless appearance, you only recognized him today?" ”

"Isn't this something I haven't looked at in the past?" Ye Ruoling grinned.

"Do you like it?" Zhao Yan raised her eyebrows slightly: "For the sake of saving your life, otherwise I will let you ......"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Ye Ruoling covered her lips: "I'm not a person who wants to repay her kindness, besides, I'm everyone's best girl, how can I have an affair with someone unmarried?" ”

Her mother and Zhao Yan's mother are good handkerchiefs.

She is one of the few people who know about Zhao Yan's abuse, and her mother also feels sorry for Zhao Yan.

At that time, her mother often took her to the Huai'an Hou Mansion, and when the adults talked, she pretended to play around, but in fact she quietly sent things to Zhao Yan.

Once, when Zhao Yan was dying, she drilled a dog hole at night and sent herbs to Zhao Yan, so as to save Zhao Yan's life.

This is how the friendship between the two slowly accumulates.

"Which lady is like you?" Zhao Yan sneered.

Although Ye Ruoling is a daughter, she is a typical gentleman, relying on the favor of the elders in the family, fighting cocks and lackeys all day long, mixing between the hook fences and tiles, and repeatedly refusing to change.

"Who said that everyone's girlfriends should be so rigid?" Ye Ruoling hugged her arm and asked.

"Let's go in, we'll be ready in a moment." Zhao Yan let her hold her and walked towards the gate of the main hall.

"Grandma." Ye Ruoling stuck to Zhao Yan's ear and quipped: "That Zhou Yu looked cold, isn't it very boring in bed?" ”

"Don't worry." Zhao Yan hooked the corners of her lips: "Enthusiasm is like fire." ”

"Really?" Ye Ruoling laughed, squeezed her eyebrows: "I really can't see it, how about it?" What is his size? But a rough man? ”

Zhao Yan laughed at her and hooked her fingers.

Ye Ruoling really wanted to say it, and immediately stopped laughing and leaned over.

"Guess!" Zhao Yan tugged at her ear.

"Nasty!" Ye Ruoling slapped her hand away: "With the friendship between the two of us, this can't be said?" ”

"Is this something that everyone can hear?" Zhao Yan stared at her.

Ye Ruoling grinned: "It's okay to listen to it at all. ”

The two of them walked into the temple door while talking, and a clear voice came from behind them: "Girl." ”

Zhao Yan and Ye Ruoling turned around together, and saw a son, dressed in green clothes, with a thin and tall posture, a beautiful and elegant face, and a bookish body, and he knew that he was a scholar at a glance.

"Do what?" Ye Ruoling was not angry.

She knew him.

Mencius looked at Zhao Yan and was stunned.

Everything in the world seemed to cease to exist at this moment, except for the girl in front of her.

Her pale and clear little face is slightly raised, her wet apricot eyes are rippling with the light, the tails of her eyes are slightly raised, the corners of her lips are lightly hooked, and the two completely different temperaments of innocence and demeanor are perfectly integrated on her, and the breeze of early autumn seems to have a faint brilliance on her.

His heart couldn't help but thump.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

Zhao Yan frowned slightly and asked.

Mencius came back to his senses, and his handsome face suddenly swelled red, and he lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look at it again: "In ...... In the underneath, in the underneath the ...... Take the liberty of bothering the two of you...... Girl......"

Zhao Yan glanced at him, a very handsome son, but he was a stammer, but it was a pity.

"What's the matter? Aren't you usually sharp-toothed? Ye Ruoling opened his mouth and was polite: "The upper lip doesn't know the lower lip at this time?" ”

"What do you do?" Zhao Yan gently tugged at her.

She doesn't want to make enemies everywhere, so what is she doing to embarrass a little stammer?

"He is Mencius." Ye Ruoling approached and whispered to her.

Hearing this, Zhao Yan glanced at the Mencius period again, this is the Mencius period when she wrote poems and scolded her?