Chapter 99

Li Jingyun stopped talking, but his hand holding her was not loose. He went all the way into the winner's house and pulled out the potion to wash her wound.

Back numb, Hua Yue struggled twice: "No need."

There was only a bloodstain, and the skin was broken.

Li Jingyun didn't listen, he pulled a piece of white cloth from the elder and wrapped it around her hand three times.

The corners of her mouth twitched, Huayue held her zongzi-like hand and shook her head. The son-in-law is the son-in-law, how can ordinary people make such a fuss when they live their lives.

She was too lazy to unpack the bag, so she got up and went to the kitchen to prepare for cooking.

The man behind her followed her step by step.

"Sir." She was a little annoyed, "What do you mean?"

"Can't follow?" He raised an eyebrow.

"You are an adult, where do you like to go." Hua Yue looked back at him, "but what's the point of you always following me, a gentleman walks wide roads and not alleys, let alone following a woman?"

"Father is happy."

The last three words did not rush at all, but they were inexplicably childish. Hua Yue frowned and looked into his eyes, only to find that the previous undercurrent was gone, and there was only a quiet thing like lake water, let her sharp Looking into it, there was no defense or counterattack at all.

She looked a little stunned.

It's hard to do it, are you going to be soft with her? Hua Yue thought it was funny, this man really doesn't know how to coax people. Even if he uses soft means, there is no such thing as him. What's the use of just following along? Besides, it won't last long, he always has to go back to Beijing.

The border is settled, the army returns to the dynasty, and Zhou Hemin is about to ascend the throne. There is no way that Li Jingyun will be missing in this scene. He should be named a prince and a prime minister, and he will be admired by all the people.

Thinking of this, Hua Yue felt much more relaxed, and let him follow him everywhere, just pretending he didn't exist.

As a result, the people in the town gradually discovered that the new adult was interested in the shopkeeper of Yin's Clothing Village, and followed up, not shy of gossip. With him around, the local ruffians never went to Buzhuang to find trouble again. Even the tax collector didn't stop when they passed the Buzhuang, and ran very fast. It was the shopkeeper who chased the yamen and took the initiative to pay the tax.

Some people say that the shopkeeper has climbed a high branch, and Bu Zhuang can't tell when he will have to go out and follow others to enjoy the happiness.

However, day after day, Bu Zhuang was running well, and the adult was still just following the shopkeeper.

Huayue has become accustomed to being uncomfortable from the beginning. You can see him when you open the door early in the morning, go out to buy vegetables, come back to cook, take your children for a walk, and work under the lamp.

When she was also angry, she blocked the door and asked him, "Can you let me go?"

Li Jingyun looked down at her, with the hoarseness in his voice that he stayed up late to read the documents last night: "Then have you let me go?"

Nonsense, why didn't she let him go? Hua Yue's face darkened, and she counted him with her fingers: "Did I give you the child you want?"

"You're tired of me, and you're romantic outside, do I care?"

"The child is born, the position of the mistress of your house, shall I let it go?"

"I can't let you go, so what do you mean by letting you go?!"

The more he talked, the louder he became. On the tenth day after being followed by Mr. Li, Manager Yin finally lost his composure and calm, and roared at him: "You don't talk about your conscience!"

Eyes moved slightly, Li Jingyun looked at her, her Adam's apple choked up and down.

"If I really don't have a conscience, you should be locked up in Jinghua's mansion now."

The end of his eyes were a little red, he half-closed his eyes, and said softly, "You don't know who I am, I don't mean it, I don't mean it, I said I want a child, but you really only leave me a child, I'm tired of talking. You, you can't obey me and bow your head."

Hua Yue was so angry that her chest heaved and she wanted to shoot it with one palm.

He grabbed his wrist, and slowly spread his fingers, holding them in the palm of his hand.

Li Jingyun softened his tone: "Many people who are unwilling to bow their heads are in the hands of the Lord. But with you, you really refuse to be low, so let me be low until you are willing to settle accounts with me like this."

Indifference is something more terrifying than resentment. In these days, what worries him most is not that she hates him, but that she has never spoken to him. Fortunately, fortunately, she still has resentment in her heart, so she can still be saved.

The hand was quickly withdrawn, and Hua Yue said with a cold face: "Don't think that this is the end."

"Okay." He responded, "We're not done."

"Who can't finish with you, it's over, it's over soon!" She said with her hands on her hips, "The girl who can sing and dance in your Qifeng Tower likes to sing "Don't Hate Students" the most, right? You were the only one that day. Guest, sit on the top and listen to others sing half-clothed, do you remember the words?"

Shaking his head without thinking, Li Jingyun said, "I don't remember."

It was quick to clear things up, Hua Yuepi said with a smile, "You don't remember I remember."

"Good morning and evening with you, the wind does not hesitate to force the grass.

Ning Hua Guhong went away, not learning from the old mandarin duck. "

She imitated the girl's appearance, pinched her cuffs to cover her eyes, and looked up at him in a coquettish manner.

Li Jingyun looked at it with a low smile: "Where did you learn it."

With a face back, Hua Yue said, "I was standing next to you at that time for half an hour."

"..." As his heart tightened, Li Jingyun grabbed her sleeve and glanced at her face uneasily.

"Don't worry, where are you going, and so on." She brushed him away, turned around and walked out, "I advise you not to waste your time, I'm a dog, take revenge."

The water-red skirt fluttered in the wind and floated mercilessly towards the end of the corridor. Li Jingyun stared blankly, his lips turning white.

"Father!" Youjie and Shi Xiang hid in the corner and watched, and called him anxiously.

He returned to his senses, turned his head to look over, and saw two little dumplings winking at him desperately.

Chase, what are you doing?

Restraining his mind, Li Jingyun pursed his lips and strode toward the shadow in front of him to catch up.

"It's difficult." Wen Guzhi stood behind and shook his head shyly, "It's too difficult."

Xu Changyi wondered: "Didn't you say that as long as they are willing to quarrel, they will not be far from reconciliation?"

"I'm not saying that reconciliation is very difficult." Wen Guzhi hummed, looking at the back of the third master, "I mean, if the third master wants to turn over in the future, it will be too difficult."

In relationships, people who are reluctant have always been left behind. The third master was reluctant before, but he refused to reveal it, so Mrs.-in-law naturally couldn't handle it. This time it was good, all the weak points were handed over, and they could only be slaughtered.

However, he likes this kind of third master, fresh and interesting, unlike the man on the battlefield, who was so indifferent that he didn't take his own life for several times.

"Let's go back, right?" Xu Changyi looked at the sky, "I have to go back to Jinghua in advance to help with the management. The military exploits are magnificent, and it is the time when the power is high, so don't let people catch the little braids."

Wen Gu Zhi gave him a glance and said, "the third master thinks much more than you."

Several pavilions in the city have quietly changed their owners, and after sending a few secret letters to the imperial study, Zhou Hemin should also understand what attitude Li Jingyun is.

No monarch would be afraid of a general who handed over a military talisman without returning to the court, and no general has the courage of Li Jingyun, who is not afraid of the death of the dog.

Zhou Hemin tried on the newly made dragon robe, and his face was full of joy. He stood in the empty Daxiong Hall, and everywhere he looked, he felt that they were all boring mortals.

He really wanted to ask how the girl who hid the peanut cakes was doing now, but with her current status and status, she couldn't say that anymore.

"Your Majesty." The confidant said respectfully, "Master Li has sent a secret letter."

This person is interesting, but unfortunately he has not been willing to return to Beijing. Zhou Hemin held the secret letter and guessed what he would say. Do you want him to be named a marquis or military power?

However, when the secret letter was opened, there was a picture inside.

The girl on the painting is outlined in three or two strokes, which is very gentle and moving. She leans on the tall man next to her, and is accompanied by two lively and lovely children.

The background is a plain blue tile with low eaves.

Zhou Hemin squinted and watched for a while, before he couldn't help but scolded.

What a bummer.

Glancing at the long letter, he snorted, put the letter in the palace lantern and burned it, then rolled the picture and stuffed it into his sleeve.

The autumn in Jinghua is not beautiful at all, bleak and deserted, but the autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is different, and there are beautiful landscapes everywhere.

Su Miao was lying in the painting boat, looking at the letter just delivered, she was overjoyed. She was resting on Shen Zhiluo's leg. The man stared coldly at the scenery outside the boat, but he was protecting her waist with his hands, fearing that she would fall.

"Can you be like my cousin?" Su Miaoyang smiled and rolled her eyes, "My cousin actually closed the Qifeng Tower."

Shen Zhiluo hummed: "You can't make money if you have money, you fool."

"He's not stupid, he has made enough money, and then it's time to chase after his wife." Su Miao stroked her hands, "If you set off fireworks for me all night, I'll forgive you, how about that?"

Shen Zhiluo lowered his head and looked at her slightly bulging belly.

"I thought you forgave me when you found out that the doctor who saw you back then was a quack doctor." "That's not good, my cousin has to go through ninety-eighty-one hardships, how can you become a Buddha on the spot? Thanks for the panic?" She pulled on his sleeve reluctantly.

Shen Zhiluo has always ignored her, and Su Miao was just making fun of herself.

However, after a while, the man made a sound of "um".

Su Miao opened her eyes.

The green water drifted over the blue pattern on the side of the painting boat, and with the wind swaying thousands of miles, the maple leaves on the bank were red, and it was a good autumn in the world.

The letter sent by Huayue quickly received an echo, and Su Miao brought her two red maples from the south of the Yangtze River with the letter. Li Jingyun really sneered at this kind of meager gift, but his child's mother liked it, so he put it in the book and put it away for her.

The two were sitting in the house, one reading and the other doing embroidery. The child was playing in the courtyard. When he was tired, Yujie ran back and fell into her arms.

There was a scent on his body, and Huayue smelled it and touched his head: "Osmanthus blooms again."

Many years ago, she also threw herself on Zhuang's knee like this. Zhuang lowered her head gently and said in a very good mood:

"Today is a good day."

The voice of the deceased in my memory overlapped with my own voice in a distant place, floating out of the window and wrapping around the autumn flowers in full bloom in the courtyard, as if it was the beginning of a story again.

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