Jun Zhu

It was lunch time when Han Lixiang returned to Han Mansion from Guozijian. She went to the dining room and looked warmly at Han Feiyang, who was talking and laughing with her husband, Mrs. Gong, and her son Han Yuanqin, who was smiling gently beside her. As for the side room Qiu Shi and the expressionless Han Rongruo didn't seem to notice, she sat in the main seat and glanced at Gong Shi.

"Let's all eat." Gong looked at the crowd and smiled gently.

Han Feiyang rolled his eyes to Han Rongruo, who was eating quietly, and quickly averted his eyes when he saw Han Lixiang looking at her. She just couldn't get used to this so-called second sister, who lived in her house and still put on such a stinky air. The mother also accepted the oil bottle that He Qiu brought when he entered the house, just wait and see, one day she will drive this bastard father out of Han's house!

Qiu Shi glanced at the happy family of four, a gloomy and unclear emotion flashed in her eyes, she turned her head to look at Han Rongruo, who was chewing slowly while holding a bowl, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately, the child could hold his breath.

After dinner, Han Lixiang asked about Han Yuanqin's literature. The latter responded calmly and looked at him with admiration and pride. Although a man's lack of talent is virtue, in her opinion, a man is familiar with poetry and books. It's not impossible, not to mention that her Han family is a scholarly family, how could Bai Ding appear.

"My lord, Matchmaker Song and Matchmaker Li are here." At this moment, a servant came in to report.

"Oh? Invite the two of them to the living room." Han Lixiang glanced at Han Yuanqin, who was blushing, and then took Gong Shi out of the room. Not long after, Han Feiyang and him also left.

At this time only Qiu Shi and Han Rongruo were left in the room, he sighed softly.

"Rong Ruo, bear with it a little longer...don't forget that our great revenge has not yet been avenged."

"...Small intolerance leads to chaos and big schemes. Rong Ruo knows that Rong Ruo has never forgotten that bloody hatred." Han Rongruo clenched the cup tightly in his hand, his eyes were cold like a ferocious beast catching its prey at any time.

"I will contact those people as soon as possible..." Qiushi reached out and stroked her hair lovingly, master, did you see that?Miss is no longer the child who would only cry when she fell down. One day, Miss will kill your enemies with her own hands to pay homage to your soul in heaven!

Hearing this, Han Rongruo got up without saying anything and left the house and walked out of the gate of the Han Mansion. When she turned her head, she saw the contempt in the eyes of the servants who had not had time to take it back. A sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth and she walked forward with strides.

In the bustling market, there are hawkers yelling, and there are veiled men who have not left the pavilion to take a walk on the gravel road or buy some gadgets, and there are also uncles in sarongs who carry vegetable baskets and bargain with vegetable farmers. Next to it was an old woman with an erhu and a blindfold on her right eye.

"Sure enough, the ideal is full and the reality is skinny..." Fu Junzhu sat on the stone by the lake and watched the lively scene in front of him boredly. Why would someone else open their golden fingers as soon as they crossed over? But she doesn't even know what to do!Damn!This makes her poor, who knows nothing but code words and a little bit of erhu, so swollen!Do you want her to be a storyteller like the succubus in Ugly Concubine? !She didn't like to talk so much in front of so many people, if it was true, she would be exhausted!There is no computer and claw machine here for code words, and she really can't hold it by hand!Of course she will not admit that she does not know how to write with a brush.

As for the erhu, although it's really cool to be a wandering singer, there's nothing wrong with it, but apart from knowing a few songs, I don't understand anything else at all!Fu Junzhu imagined the scene of herself being ruthlessly abandoned by Yinzi in her mind, so she hurriedly ran to chase her foot and fell into the lake with a "plop".

"It's bad! Someone is drowning!"

As soon as Han Rongruo came here, she heard someone yelling anxiously, and many people rushed over there after hearing this, but she was pushed forward by the crowd and walked passively to the lake, looking at the crowd around her, she frowned slightly, here It seemed that there were so many people that she had to wait for a while before she could leave, and then she saw an old woman wearing a blindfold put down her erhu and jumped into the lake. Not long after, the old woman dragged the drowning man to the shore. Seeing the face of that person clearly, it was the person who looked very similar to Fu Junjun I met that day.

The old woman pressed Fu Junzhu's chest repeatedly with both hands, and the latter spat out a lot of lake water, then quietly opened her eyes, looking at the group of people around her with a hint of confusion in their eyes, she was wearing a suit. Are you back?No, the people here are still in ancient costumes. It seems that she thought too much, and her eyes became a little disappointed when she thought of this.

"You child is so young, you can't even think about going to death even if you encounter the most unsatisfactory things! Do you know how many people in this world want to live hard but die in the end?!" The old woman looked at Still in a daze, she said in a serious tone.

"I... I was wrong, thank you for saving my life." Fu Junzhu was taken aback by the old woman's words. It can't be said that she fell into the water because of excessive fantasies and chasing money, right? Looking at the caring eyes of the people around her, she felt warm in her heart, as expected, the folk customs in ancient times were simple and simple.

"Just don't be stupid in the future, go home and change your clothes so you don't catch a cold." The old woman gave her a helpless look, picked up the erhu and left.

"Hey..." Fu Junzhu looked at the crowd and smiled mischievously. When they saw that she was fine, they all dispersed. She was relieved to see that everyone had gone away, and then she heard a cold voice.

"I can't see that you are the kind of person who would commit suicide easily." Han Rongruo leaned against a willow tree by the lake and looked at her indifferently.

"Who, who said I committed suicide! Don't talk nonsense!" Fu Junzhu blushed and explained, isn't this the cold girl from last time? !

"Otherwise, why did you jump into the lake." A trace of suspicion flashed in Han Rongruo's eyes, but his expression remained the same.

"Turn off your yarn!" Fu Junzhu made a face at her, then turned and walked towards the ruined temple.

Looking at her back, Han Rongruo frowned, then walked in the opposite direction and drowned in the sea of ​​people.

At this time, He Lianchun was lying lazily on the imperial concubine's couch with his eyes closed.

"My lord, the people who are going to pick up Prince Geng have already left." His confidant Luo Hao said flatteringly from the side.

"Yeah." He Lianchun replied lightly, opened his eyes and sneered at the corners of his mouth, "It should be very lively on Mid-Autumn Festival."

"That's natural." Luo Hao smiled in agreement.

As soon as Fu Junzhu arrived at the door, she smelled the smell of barbecue. When she walked in, she saw a girl in black roasting chicken legs.

"Xiao Tianya, is it really okay for you to eat your own kind like this?" Fu Junzhu hid beside the fire to keep warm, staring at the chicken legs and gulping.

"Shut up! You ugly monster! Open your mouth, shut up, are you a sheep?!" Tian Ya impatiently stuffed a chicken leg out of someone's mouth, and then put the other one on the fire to roast.

"I'm ugly but I'm gentle..." Fu Junzhu sang softly while holding a drumstick as a microphone, then looked at the girl with aggrieved eyes, ouch!The little loli with such a soft and cute appearance has such a violent temper. She really can't judge a person by her appearance, including monsters... Well, why is she still talking about people, so someone gnawed at her hand as if venting her anger Drumsticks in.

The author has something to say: I recommend the articles written by the two great gods, they are very good-looking (＊￣︶￣＊)

["It turns out that the great god is green plum" Mo Chen's portal

"The Conjurer of Yin and Yang" Mo Young Portal]

I don’t have an outline, I can only write wherever I think of it, the main reason is that A Can thinks the outline is a little troublesome, so... don’t hit me (っ╥╯﹏╰╥c)

＠(￣-￣)＠Good night everyone