Chapter Twenty-Eight: You're Bad!
She was puffed up, like an aggrieved pufferfish.
Yuan was puzzled, "Why are you unhappy?" But the other little ladies bullied you? β
He Yao lowered his head and picked at the burden, ignoring him.
It was already dusk when I got back to the house.
In late spring, the garden is full of flowers, and the green pomegranate trees quietly float with a layer of deep red and light pink buds.
He Yao hugged the burden and walked quickly in front.
She also knew that it was wrong for her to lose her temper without permission, and she should always listen to the other party's explanation before deciding whether to be angry or not.
But......
However, how should she ask him, why did she go to the music shop, why did she want to get close to the singer inside?
She is now vacant as a fiancΓ©e, she has never confessed her heart to him, and she has never been happy with him, if she rashly asks him this, is it too lenient?
But when she thought that he treated that singer as gently as he did with her, and even talked about poems, songs, chess, calligraphy and paintings that they had not talked about, she was like an ant crawling all over, and she felt uncomfortable without asking clearly.
"You-"
"I-"
He Yao turned around and almost bumped into Yuan Delirium who was following closely.
She hurriedly took two steps back, remembering the so-called methods of "crying, making trouble, and hanging yourself" by the women in the deep house compound, and immediately twisted her thighs.
Hurt......
He Yao secretly took a cool breath, and his apricot eyes couldn't help but be covered with a layer of mist.
She avoided the young man's gaze and said aggrievedly: "When I came back, I smelled the fragrance of fat powder on you, I have never used that kind of incense, and there are no maids and maids in the house." You...... You...... Did you go to Le Fang? β
Under the pomegranate tree, the little girl wanted to talk and rest, and her two eyes were crimson.
Jiaojiao is timid, and she is obviously jealous.
She's jealous?
She was jealous for him......
Yuan Yu couldn't help laughing, and the two little tiger teeth made him even more handsome and handsome.
"You ......" He Yao's cheeks turned even crimson, and he quickly turned around in shame, "You are so bad!" β
Yuan Delirium.
Is this called bad?
In the end, she is a little lady who has lived in the boudoir for a long time, she is simple and naΓ―ve and ignorant of the world, and she doesn't understand that their men can be worse.
He maintained the gentleness and dignity of the Hou Ye, and explained: "Uncle Xiao Guo dislikes the food of Guozijian and is unpalatable, so please go to Xianle Fang for a banquet together. They invited a few singers to play the pipa, and I was probably stained with fat and powder at that time, but I didn't do anything bad there. If you don't like it, I won't go next time. β
The boy was earnest, not like he was lying.
He Yao turned his back to him, even more embarrassed.
Yes, the little marquis is as gentle as jade, and his words and deeds are correct, and he is definitely not a person like Wei Jiuqing who messes around.
Why did she suddenly fall on her head, and suffer from gains and losses there?
She started the topic, what should I do now?
Why don't you take this opportunity to find out what you want?
But......
But how blushing and heartwarming those words were, where could she say them?
She bit her lip, cheekily reluctantly faced Yuan Delirium, and whispered, "I...... I'm not being jealous, don't misunderstand. A well-read, gentle and gentle girl like me will not be stingy and jealous because her fiancΓ©'s robe is stained with fat and powder. β
The spring breeze is light, and a red pomegranate flower gently and skillfully falls on the little lady's bun, lined with two silver tassels on her sideburns, which is very delicate and lovely.
But her crimson little round face is more red than a pomegranate flower, like a ripe immature green apricot, and she is not as beautiful as she is.
Yuan Yu took care of her cheeks, "I understand. β
He Yao was afraid that he would not understand, and added, "I...... I'm just afraid you're spending money indiscriminately. Places like Xianle Fang can burn money, and some singers are very bad, they will pester you to ask for money! Unlike me, I ...... I will only feel sorry for the little marquis......"
After she finished speaking, she wished to find a hole in the ground to get into.
What kind of hypocritical words is this, she is not the ninth princess of Chengye Palace!
Yuan Yu smiled, "I've been honest since I was a child, I've never visited that kind of place, I didn't expect it to be so terrifying." Thank you for reminding you that I won't be going in the future. β
The sunset is gentle.
The young man is fresh and clean, standing under the pomegranate tree, he should be independent, but the peach blossom eyes that are raised are like crescents and are affectionate and sultry, which is more scorching than the red and glamorous pomegranate flowers.
How can there be such a well-behaved and obedient little Langjun in the world?
Like a little milk dog that wagging its tail.
He Yao's heart was about to melt, and he said shyly: "You...... It's good if you call me years old, my Aya and my brother are called me like this. β
Years ......
The little lady of the He family is good in everything, even the small characters are excellent.
How can there be such a gentle and graceful little lady in the world?
It's like a little fairy who lives in the Moon Palace.
Yuan Yu stared at her delicate face and said solemnly: "Years old." β
The evening breeze with the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard blew, making the silver tassels on He Yao's sideburns jingle and reddening the cheeks of the two.
It's night.
He Yao changed into a narrow-sleeved night suit, hugged Sun Mo's head, and rode his horse to the Tiansi Judgment.
Several guards on duty at night stared at the head on the desk, dumbfounded.
After a long while, they swallowed, "You really killed him......"
He Yao took a sip of tea carelessly, "What is so difficult about killing him?" β
The guards looked at each other.
Sun Mo was born with a tiger's back and infinite strength, and he could pull up a tree with his bare hands.
The little lady of the He family was able to bring his head back easily......
The little lady of the He family is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface!
After He Yao finished handing over the errand, he said with a smile: "I'll go to the file room!" β
She got up and accidentally knocked over the teacup.
The celadon tea cup smashed on the floor with a crisp sound.
A lazy voice came from behind the screen, "What are you arguing about?" β
He Yao blinked innocently, lowered his voice and asked, "The person you are on duty here today won't be that Xiao Gu again, right?" β
The guards nodded in horror, "Little lady He, you're done, you've woken him up again......"
As he was talking, Gu Zhizhou put on a coat and stepped out of the screen with sleepy eyes.
He glanced condescendingly at the head on the desk, and then glanced at He Yao.
In the middle of the morning, he sat down with his sleeves and picked up the hot tea presented by the guards, "Half a month later is the birthday of the queen's mother, and Huijue Temple will hold a Buddhist conference for her to chant and pray for blessings." The safety of the emperor's trip this time is the responsibility of our Tiansi judge. β
He Yao understood, "Lord Xiao Gu wants me to participate in the escort?" β
Gu Zhizhou caressing the tea soup carelessly, "You have been on the battlefield with General He, and you have repeatedly performed miraculous feats, killing hundreds of enemy troops, such a trivial matter as escorting should be nothing to you?" β
Several guards were secretly surprised that Little Lady He had actually been on the battlefield......
She looks delicate and immature, and she doesn't look very smart, but she has actually been on the battlefield, no wonder she can get Sun Mo's head back!