After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

The huge Begonia flower forest was left with one deep tree pit after another, all devastated.

Zheng Wan covered his mouth, his tears could not stop but he was still nodding desperately, for fear that he would really carry the sword to kill the prince. Cui Wang let go of her, turned around, and walked a few steps to see that she hadn't followed. He looked back, wondering in his eyes:

"Not going?"

Zheng Wan seemed to have recovered, and after walking a few steps, he burst into laughter suddenly.

"What are you laughing at?"

Cui Wang glanced at her. There were still tears on the face of her little slap, her long eyelashes were wet, and the corners of her lips were stained with blood, as if a layer of blood suddenly increased.

"Cui Wang, are you jealous?"

Zheng Wan looked at him with a grin, she walked backwards with her hands held, her laughter was clear and lingering, like spring water that melted in March, clean and brisk.

"Jealous?"

Cui Wang stopped, "What is jealousy?"

Zheng Yu choked, and then he thought about this man only holding a sword to live his life from the beginning to the end. He was deserted and uninspiring. How could he understand the faults of these living people.

"Fine, don't talk about this."

Anyway, her goal was achieved.

Since Cui Wang had done such things to her, he would naturally not let her go, just hit the snake and stick.

Zheng Wan looked around, looking around, the wall tiles are all custom-made, unlike ordinary people. "Where is this? Mr. Cui, you have to pay for the damage to the host's Haitang Forest."

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

A thick servant ghost crying wolf with a thick linen waist and knotted rope screamed through the moon gate in front of him. When he saw Cui Wang, he fell to the ground and bowed: "Master, I don’t know where the little hairy thief came from. You just planted yesterday. The Begonia tree that I dropped has given Huo Huo!"

Zheng Wan:...

She seemed to feel a group of crows flying over her head.

Can't help but laugh:

"Yeah, where did the little thief dare to ruin the Feng Shui of the National Teacher's Mansion."

The rough servant discovered that there was a pretty little lady standing next to the adult. She didn’t dare to look at her with just one glance. She thought that if the first beauty in Beijing, the little lady Zheng would be half as beautiful, she wouldn’t have been infatuated. After a moment of emptiness, while thinking that Master National Normal is not as pure and unwilling as the face, his mouth... is bitten.

How intense it should be.

No one knew that this rough servant was howling, and with these twists in his heart, Cui Wang walked directly past him:

"Let someone clean it up."

"Yes, yes, it makes sense to be small."

The rough servant lay on the ground, just hearing that the master of the National Normal University, who was always as cold as ice cubes, was patient with the little lady walking from the inside out, and the words did not jump out one by one. I don’t know if it’s an illusion, he actually listened. It's a bit gentle.

The rough servant made his imagination tremble with fright, and finally shook off the feeling of the talent before, and went into a daze at the hollowed-out tree pit: Could it be that some fairy passed by, and I really didn’t look at the begonia flowers, so I took them away. Pulled out? Otherwise, how can it be so neat and tidy?

"Mr. Cui—"

Zheng Wan followed Cui Wang out of the moon gate and walked around the small lake. After walking only a few steps, he suddenly stopped and said, "May I come to your house tomorrow?"

Cui Wang was silent, Zheng Wan saw that he didn't answer, so he used his hand to pull his sleeve again and shook it:

"Mr. Choi~~~"

The voice oscillated, and his teeth were so sweet that Cui Wang had no choice but to "hmm".

"That's a deal."

Zheng Wan said with a smile, his eyes bent into a crescent again, "Wang Niang still wants to see the crabapple tree tomorrow, okay?"

Cui Wang then pulled his sleeves back:

"Go to Yanchun Garden."

The turbulent emotions just disappeared like a tide, but there was always a little ripple. Cui Wang looked at her pouted lips, and dreadfully stretched out his fingertips to wipe for her.

Zheng Yu only felt that his lips hurt.

Cui Wang's fingers are similar to those of jade sculptures, with slender phalanx and distinct joints, but with a cocoon. They didn't look comfortable at all. She was uncomfortable when rubbing against her, so she couldn't help but retreat:

"pain."

Cui Wang stopped her:

"do not move."

The drooping eyes saw the undercurrent surging again, and Zheng Wan immediately did not dare to move.

Today's Cui Wang is a gunpowder keg, so don't want to irritate him.

The little lady's lips were flushed red, but she was very obedient. She didn't say a word. She only looked at him sincerely with those black and white eyes. There were so strong affection in her eyes, Cui Wang said:

"Don't use peach blossom paper anymore."

"The peach blossom note was made by me personally!" Zheng Yu said angrily with an expression on his face, "The princes, they burned me on fire as early as when he retired from his relatives!"

Cui Wang was noncommittal and couldn't see whether he believed it or not. He just took it with his long arms. Zheng Yu only felt that the sky was spinning, and he had arrived at Liluoyuan again, not far from Lijiating.

"Don't mention the word'prince' in the future."

He bowed his head to her.

"Why?"

Although Zheng Wan knew that even the big yellow dog raised by the concierge knew about occupying the territory, he did not expect that the temperament that Cui Wang called the sentimental urge was so overbearing that he would not even be allowed to say a word.

"I'm not happy."

Rong Qin has been stubbornly lacking interest in the pavilion since the two of Zheng Wan Guoshi walked forwards and backwards. After a short period of time, he saw that the pair of people under the pavilion were very familiar in their dresses. He was about to take a closer look, but listened. A dozen folding fans in the ear:

"How does this king see that person is like a national teacher?"

The more I look, the more it looks like.

Not to mention the grandeur of the National Normal University is rare in the mortal world, but the height is also outstanding, and none of the Erlangli who comes and goes is taller than him, let's talk about the robe...

"It's a national teacher!"

Huai Wang folding fan is combined.

Rong Qin stared at the very intimate little lady next to the national teacher, and his heart was shocked. If you want to say that apart from Aye Aniang, who she is most familiar with in Beijing, it must be Zheng Wan.

"The county owner, then, that is Wan Niang?!"

Jiang San Niang answered for her, and the people in the pavilion looked at each other, "Didn't you say that Wan Niang killed Master Guo Shi, did you offend him?"

King Jin happily said: "You don't understand this. Between men and women, respect each other like guests. It's called to live together in a group, whichever is the case. The desire of hate leads to death, and the desire of love leads to life. One moment of life and death enemies, the next moment is hard to separate, no one can be separated from others, is called love, called love."

Rong Qin's face turned black.

Rong Yi was so happy that she stretched out her hand and beckoned, "Wang Niang, Master Guo Shi, the banquet will start after a while."

Zheng Wan raised his head and shook his hand, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "Pavilion Master, come."

Seeing Cui Wang was about to leave, she pulled his sleeve and told him:

"The King Jin wrote a poem for me before."

In fact, in Shangjing, who of the young princes who would drop their bookbags have never written poems for her?

Cui Wang retracted his sleeves and raised his feet up the stairs:

"Let's go."

Zheng Wan just raised the skirt to keep up.

—

After the banquet in Yanchunyuan, everyone in Shangjing knew that the National Normal University and the Zheng family were afraid that they were going to rebuild the old ones.

The Master of the National Normal University, who is so cold and careless about everything, can patiently visit the garden with Zheng Xiaozi for a day, and send someone back in the evening—

It can be seen that there has been a lot of rumors before, that any wishful thinking, infatuation and wrong payment, are all false.

The truth of the matter is that the Zheng family has climbed onto another tall branch and wants the chickens and dogs to ascend to heaven.

On the night of the banquet, how many little ladies covered the quilt and cried a lot for the goodness of the people in this spring boudoir dream, and the hatred on the head of Zheng Xiaomao increased again.

But she didn't care, and happily went to the National Teacher's Palace on the frame the next day.

The third day.

The fourth day.

The fifth day.

…

Every day.

The National Teacher’s Mansion originally had only a few rough envoys and servants, all of them men. For her, she also hired a few female envoys. The little lady Zheng is like an old hen who cares for the calf, she only picks the ugly, fat, and old. After staying, the young and beautiful all found faults and picked them out.

As soon as this matter spread out, there were two talks.

One said that Lady Zheng could be the master of the National Teacher's Mansion, and she was obviously the future mistress; second, she began to say that she was so jealous before she got married. Isn't she a jealous woman?

The national teacher is also suffering.

"Cui Wang, are you suffering?"

Zheng Wan nestled in the barrel and asked Cui Wang, who was standing upright outside the door.

When she came these days, Cui Wang had somehow thought about it. Every day she took a bucket of medicine and asked her to soak. If she didn’t soak for two hours, Zheng Wan soaked for a month, but felt that the bones were lighter and the skin was lighter. Also slipped.

However, mother-in-law Jin woke up halfway and told her that this was called Dabo. She said that her lover planned for her to make her feel good, so as to prepare for the future.

So Zheng Wan asked a few times, but he couldn't tell from the saw-mouthed gourd, so he didn't ask at all, and only obediently bubbled.

Unsurprisingly, Cui Wang didn't answer.

Zheng Wan was picked up by two wooden puppets from Cui Wang at the hour, but today... she rolled her eyes, deliberately stepped on a circle of water stains, and slipped down with a sound of "Ouch."

The wooden puppet is a wooden puppet, and the joints are not flexible yet, so it is not held.

Zheng Wan waited with his eyes closed. Sure enough, when there was a gust of wind, Cui Wang picked her up, raised his hand and rolled up a big sleeve shirt on the wooden screen and hurriedly rolled up, looking at her blankly:

"The wooden puppet supports you." Will not fall.

Zheng Wan pouted: "Hey, step on the water."

She looked at the tips of his red ears and couldn't help but reach out and touch them. As soon as the thin white arm stretched out, she told him to stuff it in. Zheng Yu said angrily, "Cui Wang, I sent that little peach blossom last time. Are you angry?"

The current relationship between the two is very strange.

I didn't say anything, not an unmarried couple. Cui Wang treats her as his possession, not to be touched by others, and not to be seen by others. When taking a medicated bath, even Yong Dai is not allowed to enter.

And Zheng Wan, not a mistress, but resembling a mistress, came to be the master of the National Teacher's Mansion, and Cui Wang followed her.

"Little Peach Blossom? Who?"

Cui Wang frowned, and hugged her to the limp behind the Bisha cupboard.

Just about to get up, he asked Zheng Wan to grab his neck with his arms, and the fragrant and soft female body clung to him, and the fragrance disturbed him. Cui Wang felt the waves of strange emotions in his body without making a sound. .

"Then you are not angry?" Zheng Wan looked upset, "Who told her to look at your eyes like a dog looks at bones. I'm not happy."

"whatever."

Cui Wang never cared about this, so he squeezed a formula and steamed her hair dry for her. When Zheng Yu was clamoring that there was no balm, he then applied the balm on the side for her.

Zheng Wan lay down comfortably, just feeling comfortable.

Who could have imagined that the cold Sword Master still had such a gentle and meticulous side—Aniang was right, a man needed to be trained, and he couldn't stand it if he acted like a baby and shed a few more tears.

It's a pity that regardless of her temptation, except for a kiss that day, Cui Wang refused to take the initiative anymore.

Zheng Wan watched him call a wooden puppet to dress himself, but he stood aside without squinting, and couldn't help but Coke: "Cui Wang, I'm ready to dress."

Cui Wang was looking at her right now.

The woman had just soaked in the bath, and Bai Fufu’s skin was lightly pink, and now she was covered with a bright red veil. The sky was getting hot. She changed into a plain veil. The exquisite curves inside were clearly outlined. His eyebrows Flop:

"Don't wear it like this outside."

Zheng Yu felt strange and looked down at himself: "Rong Yi and the others wear this way."

It's beautiful.

"They are them, you are you."

Zheng Wan ignored him, she dressed as she pleased.

I stepped on the soft cushion and ran to Cui Wang, raising his head and saying, "Today is my birthday."

"How are you doing?"

Zheng Wan only felt that his eyes seemed to see her thoughts, but he still wanted to say:

"You make me a wish."

Cui Wang looked at her: "Why?"

"Well, I can't think of it for the time being." Zheng Yu grunted his eyes, "When I think about it, how about you let me do what I want?"

Cui Wang ticked the corner of his mouth: "Outdated and invalid."

Zheng Wan shook his head, but refused. Sword Sover always keeps his promises, and what he says is an oath, and he never breaks his words. She must be willing to stay in her hands to protect her, in case there is any discord, she will not be able to draw water from the basket.

"You should answer me, okay?"

She pulled his sleeve again and shook it, her voice was sweet and sweet, like eating honey. Seeing that he was unmoved, Zheng Yu stood on his toes, pulled him over, and touched his cold lips: "Okay? Okay?"

"it is good."

Cui Wang pushed her away dumbly, his eyes deep, as if he was about to eat her.

Zheng Wan smiled like a little fox who had only stolen the fishy fish: "That's it, Retriever?"

After pulling the hook, Cui Wang's face sank.

"Old ancestor, do you understand?"

The ancestor, who was soaked in the sea of ​​knowledge, lay on his back to the sky and said, "What do you want the old man to check?"

"The mood is wrong."

Cui Wang said, "When I saw her smiling, I was happy in my heart, like a hundred flowers in full bloom; when I saw her crying, I was at a loss, like falling into the abyss. Seeing her smiling at others—"

"I just want to cut that person into eight pieces and roll them in a frying pan, don't you?"

Cui Wang heard himself answering "yes" with difficulty.

"Silly boy, this is all love."

The old ancestor sighed faintly, "Love makes people unlike themselves."

"is it."

The rain fell quietly, hitting the blooming crabapple trees, ticking, and petals falling to the ground.