The character design is always clear and strange [Comprehensive martial arts]

The new owner of Wuzheng Villa is a legendary figure. Although he is blind, he has a talent for martial arts that is difficult for others to match.

What is even more impressive is that he actually married a man as his wife.

The old villa owner actually agreed to such a rebellious thing.

On the day of their wedding, there were three days of banquets in Wuzheng Villa. Countless people came to celebrate, but no one had ever seen Mrs. Yuan under the red hijab.

In the following decades, and in a lifetime, only a few people have seen Mrs. Yuan herself.

It is said that that extremely beautiful and eccentric character is very respected by everyone.Just don't like to meet outsiders.

Some people also speculated that the owner of the villa valued him too much, and others would be jealous at the first glance of his wife.

No one knew Madam Yuan's origin, but only vaguely heard that the servants of Wuzheng Villa called her Young Master Nightingale.

In the bedroom, Nightingale crawled on the couch motionless with her arms propped up.

"Is it all right?" The bare skin felt a little bit of coolness, especially the brush that was drawing on his back, which made him very uncomfortable and scratched him itchy.

"What exactly are you going to draw on me?" Nightingale turned her head vigorously, but she couldn't see clearly.

Yuan Suiyun pressed his shoulder with one hand and comforted him: "Don't move, the painting will be finished soon."

"What the hell is it?" Nightingale was about to die of curiosity.

The man behind smiled softly: "This is a secret."

Nightingale pouted unhappily: "I found that since you can see, you've been tossing me more and more."

"I shouldn't have healed your eyes. I really shot myself in the foot. Hmph~"

Yuan Suiyun tapped his finger lightly on his forehead: "Nonsense."

He dotingly smiled and said, "If I don't see it, it's you who will suffer."

Nightingale leaned on her arm and murmured softly, "Why don't I feel like I'm at a disadvantage?"

Yuan Suiyun pretended to be surprised: "If I can't see it, wouldn't there be one less person in the world who appreciates the beauty and wisdom of Little Nightingale? Isn't that a pity?"

Nightingale blushed instantly.

"Hey~!" He was a little embarrassed, "Why did you say such shameful words without changing your face?"

"I can say that I am both beautiful and intelligent, but you can't say that."

Yuan Suiyun shook his head: "What you say is the same as what I say, you and I are one."

As he said so, he drew the last stroke on the little guy with his handle.

"Okay, you can put on your clothes after it dries."

Shi Ming stretched his neck and tried to look back: "Don't lose my appetite, what is this painting?"

"your name?"

Yuan Suiyun shook his head lightly: "I guessed wrong, no."

Nightingale guessed again: "Your family tree?"

Yuan Suiyun pinched Nightingale's soft face: "What are you thinking about? Genealogy? Thank you for thinking it out."

Nightingale raised her arm and pushed away his palm, snorted and said, "You didn't tell me, why don't you let me guess?"

Yuan Suiyun stared at the half-dried ink marks on his back, and told him seriously: "I drew a concentric symbol of husband and wife on your back."

Nightingale sat up in an instant, and stretched out her arms to touch her back: "No, when did you become so superstitious? I haven't seen you believe in these supernatural tricks before!"

Yuan Suiyun held his arm to prevent him from rubbing it, "Listen to me, I also drew this kind of talisman on myself. I once heard an expert say that loving couples often wear this kind of talisman, In the next life, it will continue to lead.”

Nightingale looked at him: "It's fake, it must be lying to you."

Yuan Suiyun smiled calmly: "If it is a liar, then I am willing to be deceived by him. But... if there is a one-ten-thousandth possibility that what he said is true, then your afterlife must belong to me."

Nightingale stared blankly at his eyebrows, which were full of affection.

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether there is an afterlife or not." Nightingale leaned forward and whispered against his forehead, "I am very satisfied with you in this life."

Yuan Suiyun kissed his forehead lightly.

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In the year of Yuan Suiyun's [-]th birthday, he suddenly had an emergency and passed away quickly.

Young Master Nightingale fell asleep on the same day and was buried in the same grave with him.

The elders of the Yuan family promoted the outstanding children from the side branches of the Yuan family to inherit the Wuzheng Villa, and their new owner often visited the graves of Yuan Suiyun and his wife during the holidays.

A few generations later, it is said that the descendants of Wuzheng Villa said that there were two big trees in front of the nightingale couple's grave, with intertwined branches and leaves, lush and lush.

There are often pairs of warblers and swallows falling on the branches and leaves, singing tactfully.

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In summer, Wugou Mountain Villa is full of greenery, and it just so happens that the heavy rain lasts for half a month, and it is a day of clearing after the rain.

The ten-year-old Shao Zhuangzhu has been studying in the study for about two hours in the morning. He took a sip of tea and rested a little bored. When he opened the window, he saw the bright sunlight falling on his yard.

On the large open space outside, the servants and servants came from the old library with stacks of books, and together with the books in his small study, they spread them out in the yard to dry.

The continuous rainy days not only make the house moldy, but even the books in the house are covered with green spots.

Even if you are drying books, you have to dry them for several days to dissipate the moisture.

The beautiful woman in the middle of the courtyard was telling the people below to be more agile, and when she turned around, she saw her ten-year-old child poking his head.

"Why don't you study hard?" She muttered something, frowned, turned her head and told the big maid a few words, and walked towards the small study.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw the incense burner facing the door of the small study, and another stick of incense had already been reduced to ashes.Only then did she wake up, and it turned out that the boss had already passed by for a while.

She walked over, flipped through the books on the table, and asked a few random questions, only to be satisfied when the child answered well.

The owner's wife turned her head and asked the maid to go to the kitchen: "Okay, hurry up and tell the kitchen to serve the young master's meal. The crucian carp soup I made them stew yesterday should be ready, serve it up first to moisten the young master's throat."

Upon hearing crucian carp soup, the prudent and mature young master couldn't help but blinked happily, obviously very satisfied.

This fish soup was made by the old imperial chef specially invited by his grandfather. It tastes delicious and the fish is tender. A meal makes people feel happy and relieves Lian Chengbi's exhaustion from practicing swords and studying for several hours.

Seeing his dining etiquette, the owner's wife nodded slightly, and seeing that he was eating so deliciously, the mother gave the child another bowl of rice with her own hands, a rare and gentle situation.

Surprised, Lian Chengbi put down the bowl and chopsticks and thanked his mother in a polite manner: "My son thanked mother for adding food."

The owner's wife was satisfied that he was courteous, but she said: "You don't have to be polite, eat it while it's hot."

This relationship is not only mother and child, but also like guests, intimacy and alienation.

After the meal, Lian Chengbi's father seemed to be on the verge of sending someone, and he wanted to take him to the racecourse, and then sent a message to the owner's wife, asking her to prepare a generous gift for him to give away.

The owner's wife looked at the young man: "Why are you going to the racecourse, and you won't practice swords today? Also, who's going to give the gift to, and explain it to me one by one."

The little servant bowed his head and replied: "Mrs., the owner is going to take the young owner to learn riding skills today."

The owner's wife nodded, remembering that her husband had mentioned this a few days ago, but she ran aground because she couldn't find a famous horse.

She asked with great interest: "Why, the owner bought a Chollima?"

The boy swallowed, and said with a smile: "Naturally, the horse is ready. Ma'am, it's not just a thousand-mile horse. The owner said that the horse seems to be no different from a bloody horse."

"Oh. Sweaty BMW?" Even if he doesn't know how to ride, he knows the reputation of Sweaty BMW.Especially in the Jiangnan region, there are very few horse farms, and good horses are even rarer. Buying a horse with a thousand dollars may be priceless.

Mrs. Lian was very satisfied now, and said repeatedly: "Not bad, not bad, only a good horse like a bloody horse is worthy of my son."

Then I heard the young man continue to say: "Ma'am, the owner didn't buy that bloody BMW, it was sent by our new neighbor who said it was a good relationship. The owner couldn't shirk it, but he liked it very much." BMW, so I would like to ask you to prepare a generous gift to thank you."

"Sent by the new neighbor?" Mrs. Lian was a little surprised.

She hasn't come into contact with this new neighbor yet, and she doesn't know what he does, and she doesn't know what the purpose is for such a big deal.

"Can you see the owner of this house?"

"Go back to Madam, not at all, I only saw their housekeeper."

If you just want to form a good relationship, you don't have to spend so much money.To give such an expensive gift as a hard-earned BMW, does the other party want something else?

Mrs. Lian thought all kinds of things in her heart, and finally recited a generous gift.Two pairs of hundred-year-old mountain ginseng were taken, and a cart of old wine was loaded.The final gift is a sword, although it is not a magic weapon, it can cut iron like mud.

After tidying up, let the housekeeper return the gift, and then let someone lead Lian Chengbi to the racecourse.

From a distance, Lian Chengbi saw the bloody BMW.

It was a white horse, faintly glowing silver in the sunlight.The horse's body is vigorous and powerful, and it is a little more elegant than ordinary horses. It looks very lovable.

Lian Chengbi fell in love with this BMW almost immediately, and even thought of its name.

"It's better to call it Silver Wing."

Silver Wing is a fine horse, galloping like the wind and as fast as lightning.Not only Lian Chengbi likes it, even the two young masters of the Shi family have been coveting it for a long time.

Knowing that the horse was given away, the young masters of the Shi family were not happy.

Shi Ming hummed and looked at his mother: "How can you keep your words to yourself? If you clearly promised to leave that horse to me, even if you don't give it to me, then you can give it to my brother. How can you take advantage of outsiders?"

He tilted his head and said capriciously: "I don't care, I have to get that horse back to me."

"You child, you are fooling around. How can you take back what you gave away? Besides, this is what your grandfather meant."

When Shi Ming heard that it was his grandfather's idea, he paused and stopped clamoring for a horse.

The grandfather that mother said was his maternal grandfather, and his maternal grandfather was a very powerful and doting demon world leader who loved him very much.

Back then, his mother was a demon but married a mortal. He was born as a mixed blood of a human and a demon, a little fox with motley hair.

As soon as he saw his fox ears, the mortal was so frightened that he and his mother were kicked out of the house.

Even afraid of his mother's entanglement, he directly invited monks and Taoist priests to drive away the demons.

His mother was also very strong, and she broke up with her. Since then, the relatives on the other side have cut off contact, and then returned to her mother's house with Shi Ming.Shi Ming grew up with his grandmother and grandfather. His best friend is his cousin Shi Yue, and the monster he admires the most is his grandfather.

Shi Ming only called him grandfather.

In his opinion, what his grandfather did was right, and there must be a reason for him to send the BMW to the neighbor's house.

"Okay, I don't want that horse anymore. I'll go and play with my brother." Saying this, the little fox with red lips and white teeth grinned happily, turned his head and ran out.

"Stop!" The beautiful woman glared at him and pointed to the top of his head: "The ears haven't improved."

Shi Ming raised his hand to touch it, and found that he had turned into furry fox ears again.

He pursed his lips, reluctantly turning into human ears.

"This is at home, and no one has seen it. Can't you let me be free?" Shi Ming said sullenly: "I want to become a prototype to play."

"No." Madam Hong flatly refused.

"We have moved to the place of the human race, so it can't be the same as before. You are so naughty, be careful to be caught by monks and Taoists."

Madam Hong sighed, and told her mischievous brat earnestly: "Today your uncle invited the neighbor to visit us. Our neighbor, Wugou Villa, is very prestigious in the human race. We must keep our identities secret. Do you remember?" Wait, you are not allowed to turn into a monster outside today, let alone make trouble for your uncle, do you hear me clearly?"

"Understood." Shi Ming nodded absently.

Madam Hong glanced at him with a smile: "Go out and play, remember not to cause trouble for me. If you are disobedient, be careful and I will beat you when you come back."