His dark eyebrows and eyes were a little red, and he couldn't help himself.

Zhao Yan's eyes were misty, and her crisp hand went down his chest and held it gently.

Zhou Yu snorted.

The things under his belly are very great, like an iron pestle, and it is difficult to ring them with one hand.

"Zhou Yu ......" Zhao Yan couldn't help but move.

"What are you calling me...... Zhou Yu leaned on her ear and whispered, his hand reached up from the hem of her clothes, and shook a hand of crisp snow jade.

The breath poured on the pinna, Zhao Yan itched and shrunk her neck, and her tone was rare and coquettish: "Husband, ......"

Zhou Yu loves to hear people call him "husband" when he is happy, and he doesn't know what his habit is.

But if men and women love each other, just have fun, and she will naturally rely on him for this role in Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu responded, but withdrew his hand.

Zhao Yan was confused, her apricot eyes seemed to be a pool of spring water, her lips were slightly swollen, and she asked him softly: "What's wrong......"

Zhou Yu put her clothes together, and said in a dumb voice: "You can have sex only after stopping the drug for seven days, otherwise it is easy to sit down and get sick." ”

Zhao Yan let go of her hand, patted him on the back of the waist, and said angrily: "Then you still don't get up?" ”

"Sister-in-law." Zhou Yu's body didn't move, pecked at the corner of her lips, and rubbed the tip of her nose against her pale and translucent little face: "Wait a few days to go to your yard, it's not good here." ”

Zhao Yan moved, and also felt that the soft couch was too cramped.

Zhou Yu hugged her and squeezed her side to lie down.

Zhao Yan turned sideways and made room for him.

"That's enough sleep." Zhou Yu hugged her to his chest.

Zhao Yan laughed: "Dignified little prince, how big bed do you want to sleep on?"

Is it worth being wronged like this? ”

Zhou Yu patted her vest gently: "Yang Du has moved." ”

"What move?" Zhao Yan was stunned and came back to her senses: "Frame Jiang Shike? ”

"Yes." Speaking of business, Zhou Yu's tone returned to coldness: "The year before last, King Yong's private weapon-making incident, at that time, only a small Zhizhou was pushed out to take the blame.

His Majesty has always been suspicious of this matter, but he has never found out who is behind it.

Yang Du wanted to put the Fuguo Mansion to death for this crime. ”

"Shouldn't that be enough?" Zhao Yan asked at his chest.

"If you make a weapon privately, as long as Your Majesty wants to, you can punish the nine clans." Zhou Yu said: "What's more, there are two greedy ink relief silver, and accepting bribes to help?" ”

When Zhao Yan heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Then there should be news tomorrow, right?" ”

"Almost." Zhou Yu got up, went to the table to take the decoction, tried it and handed it to her: "It's not hot." ”

"Didn't you stop for seven days?" Zhao Yan's eyes are light pink, and her eyes are flowing.

Zhou Yu turned his gaze away, and the tips of his ears were red: "It's all fried today, and I'll stop tomorrow." ”

Zhao Yan didn't say much, got up and took the decoction and drank it in one go.

Zhou Yu poured tea for her again.

After Zhao Yan drank it, she hugged the small quilt and lay down: "I'm going to sleep, you go back." ”

"I watched you sleep." Zhou Yu sat down beside her.

When it was time for Zhao Yan to go to bed, the decoction had a calming effect, and she didn't pay attention to him anymore, hugged the small quilt and turned her back to him, and soon fell asleep.

Zhou Yu pulled the quilt, covered her for her, and sat on the edge of the couch looking at her sleeping face.

When she was awake, she always smiled at him with a pair of affectionate eyes, and her demeanor was myriad, as if she hooked his soul.

But when she fell asleep, her demeanor was all gone, her eyes were closed and her lips were pursed, she was well-behaved with a little coldness, she always liked to curl up and sleep in the corner, and she was a child who grew up with no one to protect her.

He knew that this was the real her.

Zhou Yu raised her hand and stroked her picturesque eyebrows, and she hummed in protest in her sleep.

He laughed.

After looking at her for a while, he got up, opened the back window and jumped out.

The next day, early in the morning.

Zhao Yan got up and was having breakfast.

"Girl." Ye Feng entered the house: "The third girl is waiting for you at the gate of the courtyard, saying that she wants to take you to greet the old lady." ”

Zhao Yan's thick long eyelashes slapped lightly twice, and slowly swallowed the japonica porridge in her mouth: "Let her wait." ”

She didn't want to go.

But remembering that Zhou Yu said before that he wanted to find out about his life from the old woman, he changed his mind again.

Zhou Yu's affairs, she should be dedicated.

It's just spring, and it's still very cold.

Zhao Yuehua stood and waited in the cold wind, but she was not in a hurry or annoyed.

It's not her fault that she went to her grandmother to say goodbye, she just waited for Zhao Yan to be late, which can't be blamed on her.

Zhao Yan had her stomach full, washed up again, and then left the house.

"Eldest sister." Zhao Yuehua saluted her from afar.

Zhao Yan didn't return the salute, only raised her hand and said with a smile: "The third sister is polite." ”

"Eldest sister, let's go faster." Zhao Yuehua urged her: "At this time, grandmother is afraid that she has already started breakfast." ”

"Just use it." Zhao Yan didn't care, and walked out of the courtyard side by side with her.

"As granddaughters, we should serve our grandmother for breakfast." Zhao Yuehua said softly.

Zhao Yan smiled: "For so many years, I have seen my grandmother very few times, doesn't she also have breakfast every day?" ”

"That being said, there is still to be etiquette for juniors." Zhao Yuehua smiled unnaturally.

She quietly looked at Zhao Yan, and saw that Zhao Yan was not very dazzling, but she was all exquisite and luxurious, and the whole person was like a treasure inlaid with gold, obviously a lowly person, but she had to make this wealth and wealth set off a little expensive.

She looked down at her dress, the texture and workmanship were not bad, and the pattern was fine, but she stood next to Zhao Yan and didn't do anything, she was just a little shorter.

She secretly pinched her palm, obviously the things in Zhao Yan's hands were originally their mother and daughter.

She has even agreed with her mother that when she gets married, her mother will marry her to five shops.

But later, Zhao Yan somehow turned over, made the Huai'an Hou Mansion restless, and took away everything.

Now that the government is forced to pay taxes on silver, my mother is already selling jewelry, all because of Zhao Yan, a slut!

Zhao Yan looked at her demeanor in her eyes, narrowed her apricot eyes slightly, and the corners of her lips raised a faint arc.

Returning to this home, it was really the right choice, looking at Jiang Qingrou's helpless and jealous appearance, it was really pleasant.

Chunhui Temple.

Old Mrs. Zhao was already serving Jiang Qingrou and several granddaughters for breakfast.

"Grandmother."

Zhao Yuehua entered the room and saluted.

Zhao Yan followed the blessing, raised her eyes to look at Mrs. Zhao, and did not speak.

In the more than ten years of her most suffering, Mrs. Zhao never treated her well, but she never cared about her life or death.

Only...... How so?

It's as if she's a little bit of a thing, and it doesn't matter if she's dead or alive, and she hardly ever asks about it.

If she died in those years, with Mrs. Zhao's inaction, she could be regarded as an indirect accomplice.

But when she got all her things back, the old lady did get close to her a few times, but she didn't bother to pay attention to it.

If you want to talk about the love for grandchildren with the old lady, she definitely doesn't have it.

As for the use value, it is still up for debate.

The eyes of everyone in the room fell on Zhao Yan's face.

Zhao Ruxiu didn't need to say, and the first one snorted lightly.

Several sisters looked at her, with envy, disdain, and curiosity in their eyes.

They are not familiar with Zhao Yan.

Jiang Qingrou's nine-year-old son, Zhao Binghe, wearing a Confucian shirt, sat next to Mrs. Zhao and had breakfast with Mrs. Zhao.

Zhao Yan looked at it, and she didn't feel strange, Mrs. Zhao favored Erlang, and it wasn't a day or two.

At the beginning, Fu Xuan was favored by Zhao Wenjun, and there was also the influence of the old lady.

Fu Xuan studied hard, and his temperament was calm and well-behaved, at that time, Zhao Binghe was still a little doll who could only cry, so he was naturally not as good as Fu Xuan.

Now it's different, Fuxuan is crippled, Zhao Binghe has become the only seedling of Huai'an Hou Mansion, and it is also a treasure in the palm of Mrs. Zhao's hand.

"Mother, the eldest sister is back." Jiang Qingrou stood at the table and said with a smile.

Mrs. Zhao lifted her eyelids: "Why did you come?" ”

Zhao Yuehua hurriedly took a step forward: "The granddaughter and the eldest sister came to ask for peace to the grandmother, the eldest sister came out a little late, please forgive the grandmother." ”

"Grandmother forgives the sins of the third sister." Zhao Yan turned around and sat down on the chair next to her: "I don't need to say hello to my grandmother, I just came back to see my grandmother." ”

When she said this, Mrs. Zhao remembered that many years ago, she had said that she didn't need Zhao Yan to ask for peace.

"You have a good memory." Mrs. Zhao was not angry or happy.

She is also from a big family, a serious noble daughter, and she is calm.

"I wish I had a bad memory." Zhao Yan leaned lazily on the back of the chair, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips: "I also save from always remembering the past ten years." ”

Listening to her mention the past, the room fell silent.

Zhao Yan had a smile on her face, but her eyes were cold.

The people of the entire Huai'an Hou Mansion, including the slaves, counted one as one, and there was no one who could match her.