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"My brother is narrow-minded, suspicious, and making trouble for no reason!"

Zhou Jirong held back for a long time, met such a reliable and trustworthy person as Yan Huan, and felt that he should be able to speak his mind, and he didn't need to wait for Yan Huan to ask, he just kept his words out. : "I'm still a little old, but he insists on getting married. I don't want to get married, so he suspects that I don't like women! I don't like women very much, but I'm absolutely fine!"

"And my brother, seeing how pretty my guards are, I suspect that I have a friend in my heart. Those are my brothers for many years, and I have a good friend, how wronged I am! He treats my considerate little Bai, the witty Zhuo Wen and the capable old Jiang were all taken away in the name of promotion! Those guys also forgot their profits and had no conscience. They all left me and left! Only the treacherous and cunning The old Shi and the foolish Fang Zhen. You want to replace me with an old and ugly one, isn’t it obvious that you don’t trust me and slander me!” In fact, there is a Xiaobai who likes him, but he is too big The land ignored this question.

He succinctly picked out the important ones and summed up the whole story, and then he said with great embarrassment: "It's really not easy for me to be a younger brother with such a big brother!"

It was the first time Yan Huan saw someone shamelessly confuse black and white to such a certain point, and he couldn't agree with his statement in his heart, and couldn't think of anything to refute for a while, so he had no choice but to express no opinion, holding back his laughter so hard that he almost suffocated There is an internal injury.

Zhou Jirong was still there resentful: "Isn't it just that I haven't set my sights on a suitable girl, why is he like this, what's the matter! Is it so important to marry a wife and have children!" On a whim, he continued: "I look like my mother, but he looks more like my father. He likes to look through supper brands so much, and there will be a lot of fresh ones when spring comes... Maybe this is also like me. Father. If my father was young and flirtatious back then, maybe I have other brothers, and it would save him from worrying about me all day..."

Zhou Jirong didn't hold back when he thought of it, and said that even his father dared to use this little bit of wine to arrange tricks.Yan Huan had to think about it before he figured out what the so-called supper brand was, but he couldn't laugh or cry, but it was not good to let him flatter him, and if he listened to it, maybe the words that would be enough to cut off his head if he knew it would have to come from his mouth Jumping out, listening too much is not necessarily a good thing.

Yan Huan hurriedly took advantage of Zhou Jirong's time to take a breath and interjected: "My lord, do you want some water? I'll get you a glass."

Zhou Jirong would not be easily fooled, he looked at him displeasedly and said, "Do you think I talk too much?"

Yan Huan naturally wouldn't admit it, and immediately smiled with a good temper: "Of course not, I'm actually a little thirsty."

After getting in touch with Zhou Jirong, he felt that he was not quite as vicious as the rumors said.This person has a stubborn and grumpy personality, but what makes people feel difficult to get along with may be the straightforward and inhuman way of doing things, how he feels happy, how happy he is, and completely ignores whether others are on pins and needles.But to put it bluntly, in fact, this little prince is still a man of temperament, Yan Huan has a frank heart, but he thinks that speaking like this is straightforward.

Yan Huan's eyes were clear and bright, and he had a feeling of special concentration when looking at people, so he faced Zhou Jirong's observing gaze gently and calmly with a bit of tolerance.

Even if Zhou Jirong could see that he was deliberately changing the subject, Yan Huan's attitude towards Zhou Jirong was calm and composed at this time, neither like some general obsequious and evasive, nor Zhou Jirong's subordinates who respectfully worshiped and obeyed orders. Some are like the casualness between friends.It was Zhou Jirong who had rarely seen a scene with someone he had met once, so it was naturally a bit fresh, and the feeling was also very good, so I felt embarrassed to really care about him.

When I think about it, I am really a little bit unhuman, and after hearing what he said, I really feel a little thirsty, so I stopped the conversation with two hey sounds, and said: "That's fine. But I don't want water, I want to drink Tea, put plums in it."

His taste is very unique, but it is not too difficult.Yan Huan asked him what kind of tea he wanted again, and wrote them down one by one.

Getting up to go.Zhou Jirong thought for a while and then stood up, he said: "It's rare to meet any servants in this mansion, and you don't know the way. Let me take you there, the kitchen is not far from here."

Yan Huan felt that there was nothing wrong with finding the kitchen alone, but when he looked up, he saw Zhou Jirong seemed to be in high spirits for some reason, with a pair of black and beautiful eyes wide open and shining, looking at him with interest.Although Yan Huan was a bit strange, when he saw him like this, he couldn't help but think of the bright smile he had given him during the day, and his ears felt hot for no reason, and he forgot to say the words of decline after all.

The two walked slowly all the way, talking one after another.Yan Huan's temperament is plain and stable, and he usually doesn't talk much, but Zhou Xiaowang is a talker, he can talk about whatever he thinks of, most of them are listening to him rambling, Yan Huan only occasionally answers. Two sentences, the strange thing is that no one felt awkward and cold.

At this time, it was getting late, Yan Huan walked all the way in the direction Zhou Jirong pointed out, and saw some lights in a yard, so he pushed the door and walked in.Although Zhou Jirong knew where the kitchen was, it was obvious that he had never been to these places in person, so he looked around behind him.

When Jing Huan walked into the gate, he found that it was a courtyard specially used for stacking firewood. He was about to exit when he suddenly heard someone in the courtyard say 'huh'.Looking at the reputation, I saw someone in the courtyard chopping firewood with a lamp in hand.

Taking a closer look, this person is neither a servant nor a bodyguard. He is wearing a shabby tight black suit. What is even more surprising is that there are thick iron chains and a pair of stone locks weighing about [-] catties under his feet. Copy them together.And this man doesn't look very old, but he has a sallow and thin face, and his unkempt face is very messy. At this moment, his eyes are rolling around Yan Huan, and his expression is indescribably surprised and happy. It's like seeing his relatives about to The appearance of tears of joy.

Yan Huan felt weird when he saw his indiscriminate situation, and couldn't help searching and recalling it carefully in his memory, but he really couldn't remember when and where he had seen this person before. I don't know why the other party showed an expression like seeing his own father when he saw him.

Just as the other party was about to open his mouth to speak, out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw Zhou Jirong who came in behind Yan Huan, his joyful face froze immediately, and after a while it changed into a bitter face that was about to cry.

"Little Er." Zhou Jirong's eyes were very sharp, and he had already seen his gaffe just now. At this time, his eyes turned back and forth between Yan Huan and him, and he smiled sullenly before saying a word: "Hmph..." He Ignoring this person, I turned to ask Yan Huan with bright eyes: "Do you know him? What is his name? Who is he, what sect, where does he live? Is there any money in the family and sect?"

The person Zhou Jirong called Xiao Er was none other than the assassin who tried to trouble Duan Ningze that day but was captured by mistake.Zhou Jirong's original intention was to keep him in exchange for a lot of silver, and he refused to hand him over to the government.But now that the case on Duan Ningze's hands has been closed, his accomplices have disappeared without a trace, and they don't care about the life or death of this troubled brother.