Village Girl Struggle

Among the six people, except for Zhao Xi and Zhao Xuan who were known by Jiang Ying and others, the others are seventeen or eighteen years younger, and the other three are a year or two younger. Although they are known to be King Rong and others, they can be divided Not knowing which one is which, he glanced over, only to think that the four beautiful boys in one water were extremely pleasing to the eye.

Mao Yatou Qingtao and the rough old woman Shi Po guessed that they had never seen this scene in their lives. They were shocked and delighted at the moment. They stuck their hands on the ground, and didn't know how to react in panic.

Zhao Xuan glanced at his younger brother dissatisfied.

The little Mao child is the little Mao child. The people in the yard are so unruly. Look at that little girl who is stunned, the drool is almost dripping down, right?

Looking at the stupid woman under the tree, her big mouth and yellow teeth are exposed. Does she want to cry or laugh? Still want to scare a few distinguished guests?

And that... the girl named Xiaoying, who usually follows Zhao Xi often, and has seen the world anyway, how can she stare at Master Xiaohou like she lost her soul?

Not a little bit, Zhao Xi's mood was a little depressed. Qiangyan followed behind the princes with a smile. Seeing the gaffe of the people in her yard, the key was seeing Jiang Ying's abnormality. Zhao Xi's eyes sank, her lips slightly pursed, and she bit her. He gritted his teeth and was about to say something, but fortunately, the grandmother who rushed to rescued her in a hurry.

"Hurry up, please greet the son-in-law!"

As soon as Grandma Gao came in, she squeezed a green peach, patted Granny Shi on the shoulder, took Jiang Ying together, and bowed her knees in a blessing.

At this time, the old and the young, plus Jiang Ying, saved his mind, and followed the grandmother to show off to all the distinguished guests.

Jiang Ying was also like other people, bowing his head and bowing his eyes, bowing his hands into fists tightly in his sleeves, feeling a chill on his back. It turned out that it was just a few breaths, and he was startled in cold sweat.

The young man in the silver-red robe with flowers, it was not exactly... Murong Feng!

Reuniting in a different place, what Murongfeng's handsome and arrogant face brought Jiang Ying was not the affection of the fellow to see the fellow, but the infinite horror of chills and pauses in breathing.

The first thing that Jiang Ying thought of was: No, this kid is still in the shadows, and he is also going to ask the king for his life!

Jiang Yingfang recovered from the horror until she was pulled by the grandmother.

I took a closer look and saw a little difference, which was relieved.

Fortunately, fortunately, it only looks alike, it is not the deity, and it is not right at this age.

Murong Feng has been nineteen years old and five months old.

Is this red-robed boy obviously a green boy in the fourteenth five-year plan period?

Fortunately, she just endured not making a sound, otherwise she would be rude in front of the distinguished guests, even with Zhao Xi's protection, she was afraid that she would have to be beaten.

Certain noble sons will certainly not pay attention to an ordinary little girl who hasn't grown up, and they are distinguished and well-dressed. They have long been familiar with the eager eyes from the adoration and admiration of the little girls. Therefore, these three etiquettes in Zhao Xi's courtyard The poor servant didn't attract much attention, just glanced briefly, and then laughed and walked around in the yard.

He only heard the young man in the jade-colored brocade robe raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I hope my cousin looks very quiet here."

Hearing this, this is the eldest son of the Yun family, the future elder Baoguo, Yunsong, looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, and is the oldest of these nobles and youngsters. The face is exquisite, the eyebrows still have a bit of heroism, and the body is tall and slender, as the name suggests, like a green pine growing in the clouds and mists of Cangshan.

Lined by many tall teenagers, Zhao Xi, wearing a bulging jacket, is like a small beanie. He has a small pace and fell to the end. After hearing Yun Song's words, she had to worry about her and raised her face feebly. , Smiled at the teenagers.

You are quiet!

There are no rewards for the well-decorated flower room, the warm pavilion that Mrs. Zhao is struggling to take care of, and he doesn’t want to watch the theater in the garden. But these uncles, they just want to eat and have nothing to do for Mao, claiming to be there. Walk around in Zhao's Mansion.

Just walk around, passing by the young master's yard, Zhao Xuan naturally invited him warmly.

This man just stood there for a while in the yard, and there were so many beautiful girls who served so hard that they ignored him, raising their feet and went on.

Well, passing by the eldest yard again, the eldest is accompanying the two young ladies of the Yun family, only to hear the lingering sound of the piano in the yard, which is quite affectionate, the sons just paused, and when they heard that they didn’t have an ear, they raised their feet. Left.

When passing by the second lady’s courtyard, the second lady who rushed to hear the news was much more bold, shy and smiling in person, with beautiful eyes, and talked to the Yun family cousin when he came up. This time Zhao Han was embarrassed and hurried to Yun Songkuai. flash. Zhao Meng stomped his feet with anger and twisted his handkerchief.

Finally, this group of people walked on and arrived at Zhao Xi's remote courtyard.

Zhao Xi has something in her heart, but instead hopes that these few will leave after a quick turn, where to stay where to go.

It's a pity that the sky doesn't follow people's wishes, but seeing these people looking around and looking around, I was intrigued.

"Hey, is this swing really unique..."

An ordinary swing doesn't have a backrest and guards on both sides, and it's not that big.

And this big swing chair is padded with thick fur, and at first glance, there is an urge to let people lie in it and fall asleep!

The red-robed boy raised his eyebrows slightly, seeing the swing bench under the two sycamore trees in the courtyard, his eyes flickered, and he tried to sit on it as he spoke. The swing was light and the red dress was flying. With a big smile, like a hundred flowers blooming in spring, he smiled and asked, "Little brother, don't you mind if I sit for a while?"

Zhao Xi gritted her teeth in her heart, a sissy voice!

I have already sat on it, and I still ask? Still asking?

That swing is what Xiaoying drew it, and several girls in the yard worked together to make such a one!

Zhao Xi didn't answer, she raised two big watery eyes, and looked at Cousin Yun as if asking for help. This is the oldest Cousin Yun, who should be able to uphold justice... right?

Zhao Huan can’t really look down on his concubine’s pitiful appearance, but is it just a swing? Let Xiaohouye sit on it and it won’t collapse. But having said that, he never wanted to come in in the concubine’s yard, so I don't know that there are strange things here that he doesn't have in his yard at all?

Well, he will install such a frame in front of the study when he goes back. When the spring blossoms, he sits side by side with Xiu'er, recites some graceful verses, and listens to Xiu'er humming two small tunes. It's really the world. It's so fun.

The only regret is that if Xiu'er's appearance can be better, it would be even better, even if only Cousin Yunsang has a three-point color...

Yun Song, who was sent with high hopes to uphold justice, touched Zhao Xi’s head and said softly, “Cousin Xi, don’t worry, your brother Du just sits and doesn’t break it. Let him stay here alone, let’s Would you like to go to your study?"

All the way down, there was only this cousin Xi’s yard in Zhao's Mansion, and it looked quiet.

The yard is like this, so are people.

"Well, it's really comfortable..."

Du Hong triumphantly put his legs up, and from the corner of his eyes, did he not see Xiaodouding's extremely reluctant appearance, entangled expressions that dare to be angry and dare not speak, and his heart blossomed with joy, and he just pointed his finger to the place not far away. The little girl in Tsing Yi told her to go down.

"The little girl who is standing, don't be stunned, go and pour Benhou a cup of tea, or the rose tea, whether it’s hot or cold, and then make a plate of Ruyi rolls, don’t let the Ruyi rolls be cold, and let them sit on the fire for a moment. Bring it back..."

The pink bottom of Du Xiaohou's deerskin official boots dangled in front of his eyes. Jiang Ying was spotted with his head hanging halfway, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, pressing down the swear words in his abdomen. This was the answer. The sound is.

Turning around and walking for a few steps, I remembered that there are any rose tea and Ruyi rolls in Zhao Xi's yard.

After the old lady's inquiries, it would be nice for Zhao Xi to have some fresh tea and a few plates of snacks here.

Fortunately, the grandmother was so old that she hurriedly followed Jiang Ying when she saw her, and shouted in a low voice, "Go to the small kitchen of the Cichunyuan."

The same is a similar face, why is the difference in life so big?

Has Xiao Fengfeng ever been so yawning? He is a good young man who is considerate and attentive at all times. Of course, everything is fine for Xiao Fengfeng, but at the end he comes with a ruthless move to die in love...

Jiang Ying silently followed Mother Gao, still making a comparison between the two in her heart.

In short, this product is definitely not Xiao Fengfeng.

Yun Song took the lead and entered Zhao Xi's study. He kept relying on his cousin's work.

As soon as he entered, Zhao Huan, Zhao Xi and the noble son in dark purple robes followed, and walked in one by one.

In the yard, there are only the young man in a stone green robe and Du Hong’s little Houye, who is lying on the swing chair. Qingtao and the stone woman hide in the corner with fear, shrinking their heads like a quail, desperately wanting to slip back down. But in the room, he didn't dare.

"Pei Er, do you want to sit with me too?"

Master Du Xiaohou squinted his eyes and asked with a smile, but he was half lying on his side and occupying most of a swing chair, showing no sign of giving up his position.

Pei Chong's gaze was looking around the yard, and finally fell on Du Hong, and chuckled, "Is it fun to bully the little baby?"

Du Hong was dangling in the air, and nodded seriously, "Interesting!"

My brothers came to Zhao Mansion not all to give the old lady Yun face, but there are too few places to play in this Yangping County, and I'm tired of staying in Yun Mansion, so it's okay to change a house to relax.

However, the banquet arranged by Zhao's Mansion was really boring.

So I made a temporary intention to follow this Xiaodou Ding Zhao Xi to see his yard, but looking at Zhao Xi's appearance, it seemed that he was afraid that he would steal some of his treasures. That little expression of holding back grievances was really fun.

ps:

About your son~

Yun Song: Baoguo's eldest son, seventeen.

Gao Hong: King Rongjun, sixteen.

Pei Chong: The second son of Pei Mansion, fifteen.

Du Hong: Hou Ye, Dingguo Primary School, fourteen.

Zhao Xi (nods and laughs): Well, so to speak, these people are all uncles!

All the sons:! ! !