Master wants to hug

Yingying lifted her robe and knelt down, saying: "The concubine dare not."

The beauty's robe was thin, and she knelt on the cold ground and shivered.

She is betting that the gambler will miss her old love.

Fang Su is a very contradictory person. On the one hand, she is ruthless and decisive to the outside world, but internally she is very defensive and fond of the past.

"Is there anything you dare not?" Fang Su asked.

"The concubine..."

"Back then you dared to elope with others, but now you dare to lie to me again," Fang Su said with a smile, "Are there any rumors out there?"

Yingying bit her lips and remained silent.

"Even if there is, who is the instigator?"

"Master Hou..."

Fang Su sighed lightly: "Yingying, I really like you."

Yingying was startled, and looked up at Fang Su, with hope in her eyes.

"But at this time, if you dare to lie to me, I will kill you no matter how much I like you." Fang Su's voice was soft as if he was talking about love.

"What if the one who is kneeling in front of Lord Hou is the young master? What if the young master deceives him with evil intentions?"

"Oh?" Fang Su dragged out the tone.

Based on Yingying's understanding of this woman, she would ask why.

But she just lowered her eyes, and the silence scared her.

"Yingying, you still don't understand," Fang Su smiled slowly, "Why do you compare yourself to Yueming?"

Fang Su's tone was very light and slow, and his smile was very soft, but it made Yingying feel as if a slap had been slapped on her face.

"I let you in now because of Huai Jinhou's face," Fang Su said, "If it weren't for the young master, this lord," her tone became softer, "when you start talking nonsense, kill me." It's you."

Fang Su misses the old love, but she will not miss the old love for the person who betrayed her.

"Don't talk like that in the future, I don't like to hear it," Fang Su walked up to her, and raised the woman's chin, "Listen to me, the young master is the eldest son, and he will inherit the position of Marquis of Pingyang in the future. Maybe, you will still be the commander of Xichang Shifu's army. And you are the shadow of Huai Jinhou, the oiran of Zilinglou, no matter what, you can't compare with the young master."

Yingying took a deep breath and said, "Master Hou dotes on little Master Hou so much."

"It's the young master, can I still treat her harshly?" Fang Su said, "Get up, if it's okay, go back."

Yingying said: "Master Hou, there are indeed rumors about you and the young master outside."

"Oh?"

"A concubine never speaks half a lie."

"Because a lie has to be told in a set to be believed."

"Master Hou can inquire, the concubine's words are true. So, so the concubine will come back tonight..."

"I don't have any such bad things with the young master, and I'm not afraid of others talking about it. What's more, even if I really want to have someone by my side, it's definitely not you."

"Yes... The concubine understands, it's just rumors, how will Lord Hou plan to deal with it."

Fang Su chuckled and said, "Of course it's to shut up the speaker."

Yingying shuddered and said, "Yes."

Fang Su waved his hand, returned to the bed, and said, "Go down, I'm going to sleep now."

Yingying stood up, kneeling for too long she could hardly stand still, staggered a bit, and supported the table beside her.

Fang Su half closed his eyes, as if taking a nap.

Seeing the courtesy, Yingying retreated, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Master Hou, don't forget to drink the hangover soup."

Fang Su seemed to hum, but he didn't seem to say anything at all.

From the beginning to the end, Fang Su never looked at her again.

Yueming leaned against the tree in the yard holding the sword, and when she saw her coming out, she didn't know if it was Yingying's illusion, she felt that the other's eyes lit up.

"Miss Yingying." Yueming said.

Yingying leaned back and smiled, and said: "It's cold at night, young master should rest earlier."

"Master fell asleep?"

"Sleep."

"I will send the girl."

"Young Lord, you are being polite, please stay." She said.

Yueming looked at the woman's graceful back, thought for a while, and then returned to his courtyard.

Fang Su's work was exceptionally clean and neat, and after more than ten days, Yingying never heard anything about these two from the guests of Zhaoling Building.

……

Ten days later, the Flower Festival

Sure enough, Fang Su went out early in the morning, and Yue Ming was still debating whether to go or not with the invitation, when someone reported that the young lady had sent someone to pick her up.

Yueming thought for a while, put down the sword, and put a slender and thin soft knife in his sleeve instead.

Just as she was about to lift the curtain of the car, a white jade-like hand lifted the curtain before her.

"It's early, Pingyang Marquis," the man said, "You can call Xiao Huan and your son Ruzhuo in this hall."

Xiao Ruyi and Xiao Ruzhuo are indeed sisters and brothers, their appearances are [-]% similar. Compared with Xiao Ruyi's beautiful and romantic, Xiao Ruzhuo is more cold and arrogant.

"Good morning, third daughter and son." Yueming said politely, but had no intention of getting into the car.

"Why doesn't your son get in the car?"

"Riding with a female son, I am afraid that the etiquette will be inconsistent."

"It's a birthright for the son to say that," Xiao Ruzhuo said, "If we really want to talk about etiquette, this palace seems to want to call the son a younger sister."

"..."

This is where the seniority is arranged.

"Hou Ye calls father the emperor's elder brother, and this hall has only a few months to live with the eldest son, so it is not an exaggeration to call him younger sister."

It seemed very difficult for Xiao Ruzhuo to be courteous with such a cold face, she paused and said, "Your Majesty won't get in the car?"

For some reason, Yueming felt that Xiao Ruzhuo's indifference was better than Xiao Ruyi's enthusiasm.

"Thank you, son-in-law." Yueming said.

Having said that, if she didn't get in the car again, she was really trying to refute Xiao Ruzhuo's face instead of being polite.

She got into the car and sat on one side with Xiao Ruzhuo.

Yueming was taught to be moderate, while Xiao Ruzhuo was cold by nature, and the two sat for a cup of tea without saying a word.

Xiao Ruzhuo looked at Yueming indistinctly, it hadn't bloomed yet, but it looked good.

Could it be that Fang Su chose his apprentices based on their faces?

She couldn't help thinking.

"Master Hou, what's the matter?" Xiao Ruzhuo asked.

"The teacher is very good." Yueming said.

"Hou Ye has been busy with affairs since he came back, and it is inconvenient for the main hall to leave the palace. It is a pity that we have not been able to see him all this time."

Yueming kept smiling and nodded slightly, as if listening very seriously.

"I thought I could see Lord Hou today, but I missed it again. Lord Hou and Emperor Father went to Shanglin Garden to hunt," Xiao Ruzhuo said, "I don't know when we will see you again."

Xiao Ruzhuo said regretful words expressionlessly, making Yueming feel that what she said seemed to have been memorized beforehand.

Yueming still smiled and didn't answer.

Xiao Ruzhuo seemed to be too boring, and finally said: "Why don't you speak?"

Yueming said: "It is enough to listen to the son-in-law."

Xiao Ruzhuo raised his eyelids and took a closer look at Yueming this time.

The girl had a smile on her face, and a smile in her eyes, her skin was like jade, and she was as gentle as jade.

It is unbelievable that such a person was taught by Fang Su.

Xiao Ruzhuo has never met the second Fang family besides Fang Su, but from the few words of her father, queen mother, and officials, it can be known that the Fang family is upright. The clan has a very high evaluation.

A gentleman is dignified, but that's all.

When Yue Ming doesn't move and doesn't speak, when he laughs and talks, he looks more like Fang's family than Fang Su.

She twisted the flowers on her cuffs a little irritably.

So the two remained silent all the way until the carriage stopped.

Xiao Ruzhuo said: "Here we are."

"Thank you, girl."

"Your Majesty, you are welcome."

Yueming got off the car and breathed a sigh of relief in a place where Xiao Ruzhuo couldn't see.

Only now did she know that it was really a skill to be able to remain calm for half an hour without saying a word.

"Do you know anyone else in Zhongzhou?" Xiao Ruzhuo asked behind her.

Yueming turned around and said with a smile: "When I first arrived in Zhongzhou, I was not acclimatized to the environment, and I was not feeling well. I didn't socialize with Lord Hou, so naturally I didn't know anyone."

"In this case, how about this palace and the son as companions?"

She asked out, not to ask Yueming to be polite and then refuse.

Yueming let out a long sigh in his heart, and said, "Thank you, young lady, for your kindness."

"Actually, the son doesn't have to be so polite." Xiao Ruzhuo said.

As Fang Su said, Huachao Festival doesn't have too many formalities, but Xiao Ruzhuo said "I'm impatient, don't talk nonsense" all over her face, and her status is noble, so for a while, no one really came to talk to her.

As for Yue Ming, although many people were very curious about the identity of this little duke, she was by Xiao Ruzhuo's side, which saved a lot of trouble in welcoming and sending him off.

"Women's fifteenth birthday," Xiao Ruzhuo said, "forgive me for taking the liberty of this palace, but the son has a marriage contract, which son is it?"

Yueming said: "Not at all."

"No?" Xiao Ruzhuo was slightly surprised, but then he thought that she was the heir of Pingyang Marquis, or maybe the only heir, and within a hundred years, if the Fang family did not go too far, the west side would still be ruled by Pingyang Marquis.

In this case, no matter who the young master makes a marriage contract with, he will inevitably have to weigh the family and the royal family.

"Yes."

"Perhaps, Lord Hou wants the son to choose slowly."

Yueming returned a faint smile.

She seems to have a certain amount of advance and retreat, but in fact she doesn't say anything useful, unless she is not good at words, or she is...too guarded.

That's right, she would feel strange if she had no intention of raising Fang Su by her side.

Xiao Ruzhuo's eyes flashed, and he said: "Being with this palace must be bound to the prince, why not separate for a while, and get together again after the flower dynasty is over."

Yueming nodded and said, "Alright."

This may be the most sincere sentence she has said in a long time.

Xiao Ruzhuo smiled and went in another direction.

They stopped and went, and the place they arrived was already far away.

Yueming was really impatient to welcome and see off, so he entered the painting pavilion.

Maybe this is too far away, there is no one in it.

Yueming was happy to be at leisure, and was about to pick up a book on the table to read, when the door rang suddenly, mixed with the voices of two young women, it seemed to be an angry quarrel.

Yueming rubbed the center of her brows, and went behind the screen.

Going out now would only add to the embarrassment.

As the name suggests, the painting pavilion has a lot of paintings, and they are all painted on the wall. When she touched it, she realized that the exquisite window on the wall was just a painting of ingenuity.

And those two people have already entered.

"What about you? So you are going to be engaged to Mr. Shen's family?" The voice gritted its teeth, but it was restrained from crying.

"I was wrong." Another voice said hoarsely.

"When you do this, have you ever thought about what will happen to me?"

The author has something to say: Thanks for the mines of the little angel in vain.

Oda Nobuo shorts the cherub's grenade.