young master in arms

Li Weixue is a good-looking woman.

This point Tang Xiaonan cannot deny, but the relationship between him and Li Weixue is something he has always wanted to deny.

Seeing her again, Tang Xiaonan clearly felt his heart beating fast.

He didn't even pay attention to the young monk sitting face to face with Xin'er with a blushing face.

The little monk's face was really red. When Xin'er asked his name, his ears and neck also turned red, and even his voice was red.

Perhaps it was because of the huge heat emitted from the little monk. Tang Xiaonan, who had been unable to recover for a long time, looked at Li Weixue and went to feel the little monk's pulse in a panic. Two, these two are not father and son, what a pity."

It was the silence broken by Xiner and the shyness of one big and one small.

"My name is Xin'er." Xin'er's voice was clear and sweet, and it fell in the little monk's ears. It was more effective than him reciting Buddhist scriptures all day long. He felt warm all over his body, and he was even curious: "Could it be that I have practiced?" What kind of peerless martial arts? Can it withstand the severe cold?"

"Are you ok?"

Tang Xiaonan thought about a lot of opening remarks, but couldn't say anything, so he turned his face away and asked in a low voice.

If it weren't for Li Weixue's superb martial arts, this greeting as thin as a mosquito would really be hard to hear.

Li Weixue seemed very generous: "It's good or bad."

Hearing that she couldn't speak well, Tang Xiaonan was startled: "Who bullied you?" He acted as if he wanted to tear that person into pieces.

"Hmph, Tang Xiaonan, don't play dumb, you know who bullied me." Li Weixue blushed and covered her face with frost, which was somewhat incongruous, Xiao Yushan knew that her blushing was real, and she was just pretending to be indifferent.

He took Xin'er and the little monk by the hand and came to the yard, leaving time for the two in the house to be alone.

A few days ago, Jin Shaoyan sent a lot of furniture, and there was a rather grand millstone in the yard. When the three of them came to the yard, it suddenly snowed heavily from the sky.

"It's snowing!" Xin'er danced and danced. She ran not far away playfully, rubbed up a ball of old snow, and threw it at the little monk. The little monk was caught off guard, and his shyness just disappeared. The accumulated snow was huddled together, and was about to throw it at Xin'er, but Xin'er was hit by another snowball. The little monk was startled, and the big snowball in his hand became unsteady, fell to the ground, and scattered in all directions. .

"Liu Wei Wei Wei, the little monk is so stupid!" Xin'er smiled happily, the little monk didn't want to be outdone, he grabbed a handful and threw it at Xin'er, Xin'er couldn't dodge, hit the poor little face in the middle, and burst into tears.

The little monk really didn't expect her to be so reckless, and hurried over to apologize, who would have thought that when he just arrived at Xin'er's side, the ball of snow that Xin'er was hiding behind quickly threw into the little monk's clothes, freezing the little monk jumped up.

"So stupid, so stupid!"

Laughter, cardamom years, if not in war, how beautiful the world would be?

Xiao Yushan looked up at the snow that kept falling into the world.

He seemed to see a person in the snow.

"My childhood was as carefree as theirs."

"It's just that Master never told me who my biological parents are."

After a moment of distraction, Li Weixue in the house walked into the yard. It seemed that she had just cried, followed by Tang Xiaonan, who was at a loss. Li Weixue took a deep breath and walked to Xiao Yushan: "Brother Xiao .”

Xiao Yushan said "Yes" and said, "Go ahead."

"Weixue is going back to Wupoling to see General Wen tonight, do you have anything to say to him?"

The snow was getting heavier and denser, and it was almost impossible to see the two children playing not far away.

Xiao Yushan walked forward with his hands behind his back. He pushed open the back door and said softly, "Just tell Brother Wen that you will never regret it until you die."

Due to the assassination incident last night, Master Jin, who was scheduled to go to the military camp in the afternoon, canceled his trip. Xiao Yushan didn't expect it, so he had to stay in the house and read his obscure scripture.

Xu Shi was approaching the end of the new year, and he could always hear the hurried footsteps of other servants outside the house.

But he felt that these footsteps were too frequent, he got up and put down the book, went to the window, opened it slightly, he saw a servant staring at his room, Xiao Yushan was surprised, maybe the master sent someone to watch him of it?

Could it be that his identity has been exposed?

After thinking about it, he didn't think there was anything wrong with him, so he finally had to connect the assassination last night: "It must be that the master thought that the assassin had an internal response in the mansion, so he investigated all the servants one by one."

After thinking this through, Xiao Yushan didn't panic anymore. Now that there is heavy snow and the river is frozen, it is impossible for the Mongolian army to attack. He has nothing to do except continue to lurk, the task of assassinating Zhang Hongfan , now is not the right time, he is in the army, and his defenses are tight. Although Xiao Yushan hates the Mongol Tartars for invading his homeland and causing the country to lose his country, he cannot deny that the discipline of the Mongolian soldiers is incomparable to that of the Song army.

Jin Shaoyan didn't come to see him that day, he heard that he and his wife went to He Mansion to discuss marriage.

"It seems that the marriage between the Jin Mansion and the He family is imperative." Xiao Yushan smiled wryly, thinking of the appearance of the young lady of the He family, he suddenly felt sorry for the young master.

The dejected Jin Shaoyan naturally didn't know the deep pity in Xiao Yushan's eyes looking at him, he collapsed himself on Xiao Yushan's bed, his eyes were blank, as if he was thinking about someone.

"I never thought that the young master would end up in such a distraught state after seeing Miss He."

Jin Shaoyan sat up suddenly, grabbed Xiao Yushan's shoulders, and looked almost crazy: "Brother Shan, do you know that Miss He's family ate three chicken legs in a row for lunch."

As if the appearance of Miss He with oily hands and mouth and chicken legs appeared in his mind again, Jin Shaoyan was about to cry: "If you beat me to death, I don't want to marry such a woman."

He had a childish tantrum and rolled around on Xiao Yushan's bed. Xiao Yushan held back his smile and said solemnly: "When the young master was in Mongolia, didn't you envy women who were as strong as beasts and majestic?"

"Don't make trouble! How is Miss He's prestige? How about a pile of fat!" Jin Shaoyan suddenly found that his head was full of Miss He's appearance, which made him even more distressed, and turned over on the bed again. A few circles: "Oh, what kind of vision does daddy have? He was very happy when he married my mother. After all, my mother is recognized as a great beauty among my Mongolian people."

"I never thought that the young master also likes beauties." Xiao Yushan's tone was slightly disappointed, but Jin Shaoyan didn't hear it at all, and he was still complaining: "Even if you are not a beauty, you can't be like Miss He."

"It is said that there is such a big contrast between the beauty and beauty of the women in the Central Plains!"

Xiao Yushan took a step closer and tugged at the quilt that was about to fall off the bed: "Even so, the young master only needs to tell the master that you are not satisfied, it is not impossible."

"Hey, how can daddy's temper change easily? It seems that I, Ala Daritu I, is wise and will be ruined by a woman."

"Yushan has a plan."

Jin Shaoyan jumped up hastily: "Brother Shan, tell me quickly, don't try to be tricky."

Xiao Yushan thought of something, smiled and said: "Master, you just need to tell Master that you don't like women."

As soon as this remark came out, Jin Shaoyan almost spit out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Xiao Yushan and began to feel strange: "Brother Shan, this joke is not funny at all."

Xiao Yushan said quietly: "Could it be that the young master wants to marry Miss He's family?"

Jin Shaoyan immediately replied: "Of course I don't want to." After a pause, he said again: "But it can't be said that I have a habit of Longyang."

Thinking that he is a descendant of Mongolia, he eats meat and drinks heavily, and yearns to marry a beautiful woman. If you let him say that he likes men, won't this make the tribe laugh?

Xiao Yushan remained silent, and he didn't want to entangle too much on this issue. He pulled the quilt that was about to fall on the floor: "Master, the year is approaching, so don't be depressed because of this matter."

"Brother Shan, do you think I am such a person?" He put his hands on his hips and pretended to be an adult: "Come here, cut off all the fat on Miss He's body."

"Pfft." Xiao Yushan couldn't bear it anymore and laughed.

At this time, there seemed to be the sound of swords clashing outside the gate of the Jin Mansion. The two exchanged a glance, left the room hurriedly, and rushed towards the gate.