In addition to beauty, she also has a mold

He didn't return until Haishi.

Huang Tianrun was worried, so he went to wait at the door, seeing her walking slowly leading the horse, he finally let go of his worry.As soon as she approached, she smelled a strong smell of alcohol, and because of the two guards at the door, they didn't reprimand, but urged her to go back and rest.

She drank alcohol tonight, but not much, and the smell of alcohol was heavy, but because Xu Shurui hugged her too tightly, she also smelled of alcohol.

"Third Martial Uncle, don't worry about me. It's late at night. You should rest first. I still have something to do. I'll be back when I'm done."

Zhao Wuling had just bathed and changed, when he heard voices outside, Han Yi came to report: "My lord, it's Huang Jiu."

Slightly surprised, he went straight to the study.

"What is she here for?"

"The subordinate doesn't know either, he just said that he needs to find the young master if he has something to do."

"Let her wait outside."

"Yes."

Xiao Yu was not annoyed when he got the answer, Zhao Wuling's affairs are unpredictable, she asked to see her in a hurry, so she didn't expect him to see her immediately.

"Thank you, Mr. Han, for your report. I will wait here and never disturb the young master."

After all, she found a place to sit down.

The night was pitch black, and the air smelled of alcohol, Han Yi raised his hand in disgust and waved away, standing not far from her, turning over old accounts.

"That day, you deliberately provoked me and let me seriously hurt you, so it turned out that you were using me!"

She smiled softly: "Mr. Han said so, but what evidence is there?"

"you!"

Han Yi grabbed her by the collar, but she easily avoided it. Han Yi looked around and saw no one, but heard a joking laugh above his head: "I'm here."

Great work.Han also couldn't help being shocked.

Sitting astride a branch, she lowered her eyes and looked at him calmly.

Han Yi drew his sword and pointed upwards: "You intentionally got injured and stayed in Danshui Pavilion under the pretext, what is your purpose?"

"uh-huh?"

She tilted her head and asked doubtfully, "Young Master Han, could it be that he forgot that my second uncle and I didn't want to go to the city, but it was your young master who forced us two by force, causing my second uncle to almost lose an arm. "

Han Yi was speechless, and the anger in his heart was beyond words.

She supported her head and continued: "You say I use you, what do I use you for? Use you to severely injure me, hurt my heart? Or use you to imprison me and not be free?"

"Don't make excuses!" Han Yi scolded: "The young master has seen through you a long time ago, and advises you to be quiet, and don't be distracted, otherwise, don't blame the sword for being blind."

"As ordered."

She looked up at the sky, and said the word "obedience" in a helpless tone.

Han Yi put away his sword and left. She was lying on the tree, feeling the cool breeze, and her temples hurt faintly. She remembered that when she was in Jinzhou, whenever she was in a bad mood, she would always go to the tree to sleep, and Liu Er would sit under the tree and peel off for her. fruit.

The senior brother is very busy, but he always takes time out of his busy schedule to visit her. When she pretends to be sleeping on the tree, the senior brother threatens and lures her, calling her down to "teach her a lesson" in a gentle way.

But her left ear goes in, and her right ear goes out, next time, she will still hide in the tree and worry secretly.

Therefore, the senior brother often said that he was standing under the tree, Zhilan Yushu, handsome in appearance, slightly raised his head, looking at her helplessly and smiling.

"Come down."

She opened her eyes, then sat up and looked down: "Senior brother."

The air was suddenly quiet, the person under the tree was wearing a cloak, looking at her with intense eyebrows, she suddenly lost her mind, recognized the wrong person, and was thinking about how to find an excuse to deal with it, but Zhao Wuling didn't seem to hear it, turned around Go to the study.

The cool autumn wind blows emotionless words.

"Come down," he said again.

He didn't walk fast, after she got off the tree, she quickly caught up with his pace, she deliberately kept a half-step rhythm, always following behind him, a fresh fragrance wafted into her nostrils.

Zhao Wuling bathed with fresh flowers, it's really sentimental.

After entering the study, Zhao Wuling signaled her to sit casually, maybe because her nerves were numb from the cold wind, she also got up casually, with the hem of her clothes lifted, and she sat on the ground sloppily.

The hand that picked up the spoon paused and looked at her: "Have you been drinking?"

"Yes."

"Sit down."

She looked up and saw a porcelain bowl on the table with a spoon in it. A slender hand bent slightly and tapped on the table.

"Hangover soup."

After saying goodbye to Xu Shurui, she did go to drink a few glasses of wine alone, but she just tasted it lightly and was not drunk, let alone sober up soup.

only.
She came here to ask for something, so it's better not to provoke him easily.

Her body has also warmed up a lot, she got up, went to sit down opposite Zhao Wuling, thanked her, took the spoon away with one hand, picked up the bowl with the other hand, and drank in one gulp.

The hangover soup is hot, and after a bowl, the internal organs are warmed up.

Her mind gradually became clear, and she smiled shyly: "Come here so late, and disturb the purity of the young master, please forgive me."

"No problem, but something?"

"There is indeed something."

She straightened her back, with a serious face: "Today, Young Master Xu was bullied by several nobles from aristocratic families. I really couldn't see it, so I took care of them."

Zhao Wuling frowned: "Shu Rui?"

"Exactly."

"Young Master Huang Jiu is really chivalrous."

She smiled subtly: "Don't dare to do it, it's just that the road is not fair."

"Ah."

Zhao Wuling twirled the teacup, said casually: "Young master is a chivalrous man, if you want to claim credit, you should go to the residence of Marquis Anle."

Take credit?
It never occurred to her to take credit.

"No, Young Master Misunderstood, I didn't come here to claim credit."

Her brown eyes drooped slightly, but she couldn't see half of her eyes: "Since it's not an invitation for credit, then why?"

Seeing his attitude, she expected it, but fortunately she had prepared it long ago, but she pretended to be suspicious: "Young Master didn't know something, those aristocratic sons asked about me, and they were confused for a moment, so they blurted out yes People of Lord Zhao Xiaohou."

After that, he plopped on his knees.

"I made a slip of the tongue, and please forgive me, Young Master."

She knelt carelessly, but she was very sure in her heart, not to mention that she is now a guest of Shanshui Pavilion, more importantly, there is an order from the East Palace, ordering Zhao Wuling to entertain her and the third uncle.

If it was the former, she was not sure, but the latter involved the crown prince, Zhao Wuling could only silently suffer and settle the matter for her.

boom.

The teacup was reset on the table, and the splashed tea fell on her hands, not only not hot, but also a bit cool.

Zhao Wuling bent down and stared straight at her: "You told them that you are mine?"

She looked up, then quickly lowered her head, stared at the ground and replied: "Master Xiaohou, I said so, it's absolutely true."

After Zhao Wuling took a bath, he put on an inner garment and a cloak, just like the night he first entered Beijing.He bent down, revealing the uneven collarbone, the slender neck was right in front of her eyes, and the veins on the neck were completely visible to her.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Wuling spoke again.

"Go back and rest."

She was overjoyed, and immediately stood up: "Thank you, Young Master, I'll do it right now."

"Uh~"

"hiss!"

She was so happy that she forgot about Zhao Wuling who was leaning over to talk to her, and bumped into him as soon as she raised her head, Zhao Wuling's muffled pain came to her ears, and she was startled to feel that she had knocked on his chin.

"Yes, sorry."

She stretched out her hand to check the injury, but took it back tactfully: "I'm really sorry, are you okay?"

Zhao Wuling's eyes kept looking at her, full and bottomless, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

She just sat on the ground like this, his silence was pressed down like a mountain, it was like sitting on pins and needles, he couldn't go on like this, if he suddenly changed his face, it would be troublesome.

"Well, I'm going to get the medicine."

This time, she deliberately shrank back a certain distance, and stood up cautiously like a thousand-year-old bastard.

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard Zhao Wuling say: "There is no need for medicine, you can go back."