On the banks of the gurgling stream, the elm poplar forest has a shadow, the wind passes through the forest gap, the little girl's black hair on the hem of the skirt is gently brushed by the wind, the shoulders tremble slightly, and a touch of white greasy on the back of the neck is reflected by the light of the sun to show a clear and exquisite beauty.

Jiang Xi only felt extremely aggrieved, and her description was not neat and was looked down upon, if it was someone else, it would be fine, she was born in front of His Royal Highness, even if she was divorced, she also hoped that she was decent enough not to insult the prestige of the Jiang family.

Now it's good, the robe can't be taken back, and the father's private seal can't be taken back, if Yan Zhao refuses to withdraw from the marriage, and the power is pressing, he may be carried into the door as a concubine.

But she Jiang Ji would rather die than be a concubine, and between her knees and low weeping, she touched the blood droplets that fell on her neck, and couldn't help but angrily take it off and throw it out.

Yan Zhao watched the blood-red beads suddenly fall into the stream and disappear, his eyes were slightly dark, first smashed him a divorce letter, and then discarded the blood condensation jade that he gave her at the age of fourteen, it seems that the little girl's divorce is not just talking.

Touching Jiang Qishan's finger bones slightly curled up, Yan Zhao was weak for a while, if it weren't for his pretending to be Xun Yu's name, I am afraid that this little girl would have to hand it over immediately.

But if so, how could he marry her?

He knelt down on one knee in front of Jiang Xi, and gently raised his hand on the little girl's slightly trembling shoulder: "Miss, don't be sad, Your Highness wants me to tell Miss that it was not his intention for the concubine to break the contract, and Yan Shubai's only wife in this life will only be Jiang Xi." "

With an extremely gentle voice, Jiang Xi couldn't help but raise her head buried in her knees: "Really? "

The voice with a nasal voice is delicate and sweet, three phases, seven points of hesitation, moist eyes, red at the end of the eyes, and tears trembling and falling on the eyelashes.

Before Yan Zhao could reply, the little girl quickly buried her head in the crook of her knees: "Then why didn't he tell me in person, what did he send you to do?" That's it, it doesn't make much sense. "

Yan Zhao was speechless by these words, and even an impulse rose from his chest, wanting to tell her that he was not Xun Yu, but Yan Shubai, who was married to her.

It was Yan Zhao who heard that she was holding a hairpin against her neck, forcing her life, and was rushed back non-stop by the imperial brother in the East Palace.

I'm waiting for a letter from Kyoto every day, and I've painted more than a thousand paintings of Yan Zhao.

The words swirled in his throat a few times, but after all, he couldn't speak, how could he be sure that he would be able to keep this little girl who was about to fly.

Yan Zhao sighed, stopped talking, and continued to scrub his vermilion robe.

When Wei Zhi and the old man came out of the Yuyang Forest, they saw the little girl in black hair and white clothes covered with a black shirt, sitting by the stream under the grass hall with her knees folded, and a man in black with a jade crown hanging his head and scrubbing his vermilion robe on his side, it was Yan Shubai.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he turned his head to Wei Zhi and said, "Look, Yan Shubai is rubbing people's clothes, I haven't even seen the old man for many years!" When he was young, he could still fool me to do laundry, but he didn't move when he was just over five years old."

Wei Zhi was silent, fortunately he had already put it down, even if he couldn't let it go, what could he do? Even if Yan Shubai is clothed, his bearing will not be damaged in the slightest.

The old man didn't care about him anymore, his steps quickened, and he waved his hand and shouted: "Girl! Girl! Grandpa, I'm back! "

Just as he was about to step forward, a human wall was suddenly erected in front of him, and he couldn't help but blow his beard and stare at him: "Yan-"

The next words were swallowed into his throat, the old man was stunned, he didn't see why he had to make this big gift for more than a month, only to see his own heartfelt disciple, kneeling down on one knee and waving his hands: "Xun Yu, I've seen a real person!" "

He won't be so dizzy that he can't recognize his disciple, the person in front of him is clearly Yan Shubai, where did Xun Yu come from?

When he was about to blow his beard and question, Yan Zhao glanced at him lightly, and the old man asked with eyebrows: What kind of drama is this singing?

Towards the little girl who was walking this way, she smiled and saw a slight prayer in the eyes of her good disciple, the old man blossomed, put his hands behind his back, and walked forward slowly: "Girl, is it okay for Grandpa to be absent for two days?" "

Seeing that the tip of the little girl's eyes and nose was slightly red, as if she had cried, she couldn't help but glared at Yan Zhao angrily, how did she make the little girl cry?

"Grandpa, you're back, and Brother Wei Shi!"

Jiang Xi, who was crying, heard the sound, raised her hand to wipe her tears and walked this way, she is still wearing a thin pure white shirt, Qihe is not there, she can't pull a decent bun, just removing the rained bun has wasted her a lot of effort.

The only coat was still wet hanging on Xun Yu's arm, Jiang Xi only felt embarrassed, but she had no other clothes to change, so she could only do this.

If Grandpa was alone, she wouldn't be so embarrassed, but Grandpa was still followed by Wei Zhi, and he was still holding a three-year-old doll in his arms?

Jiang Xi couldn't help but hang her head, her thick black hair fell in front of her, and her heart was a little more settled.

Yan Zhao's eyes crossed a dark color, and he noticed that something was wrong, so he couldn't help but get up and block in front of the little girl, the summer clothes were already light, not to mention that the little girl was only wearing a shirt.

The old man's eyebrows were raised high, he raised his hand and twisted his beard, and said angrily: "Why do you provoke my family to be obedient, look at the little girl crying!" "

Although his face was angry, his heart was full of fun.

Yan Shubai, this kid, finally came back to see people, but he didn't even say his real name, and he fooled people here with Xun Yu's name?

Do you want to help yourself?

Otherwise, he said, this little girl is cunning and difficult to fathom, and Yan Shubai is afraid that he can't handle it, look, he has to make a move!

"Grandpa, I've been tired for a long time, let's go back and rest first!"

Listening to him question Xun Yu, Jiang Xi only felt embarrassed and panicked, what does it mean to "watch the little girl cry"?

"Good, good! Let's go back and rest first! The old man chuckled, but his eyes purred and looked at Yan Zhao, but he had to go back and rest first, so he had time to ask Yan Shubai what kind of reputation this kid had?

"Brother Wei Shi, what are you holding in your arms?"

Jiang Ji hadn't seen Wei Zhi for a long time, and when he heard Grandpa say that he was going to save Wei Shi, he realized that his husband was Yan Zhao's teacher, and it was really wonderful because of fate.

Wei Zhi silently followed behind the three-year-old boy who had fallen asleep, his eyebrows and eyes depressed.

What he was holding in his arms was Wang Jinxiu's son, many people died in the cliff cave of Mangshan in just a few days, and most of the villagers fought for the rations of their full stomachs.

When he arrived, Wang Xiuxiu had been dead for a few days, and her eldest sister-in-law was unclothed and holding the crying child.

After the villagers found out that Wang Xiuxiu had let him go, they ran violently to settle accounts where their family was staying, and two good-looking women, with a three-year-old child, pleaded with tears in their eyes, which almost instantly aroused the bestiality of the gang, snatching rations and inflicting on two weak women.

She was humiliated and threw herself off the cliff, and Wei Zhi couldn't help but be furious and killed the person named Lai Tousan with his own hands.

When the old man found Wei Zhi, he was covered in blood.