doting queen

The young master grabbed the rabbit and ran to the inner room. Just as he closed the door, someone knocked open the gate in the yard. He covered his mouth nervously to keep his breathing to a minimum. He peeped through the crack of the door to see who it was.

There were about a dozen or so people entering the courtyard, all of them were tall and big, wearing black strong clothes, with a machete hanging from their waists.

After a while, a man in purple came out from the outside. He had a handsome face, a pair of peach blossom eyes, the pupils were slightly flowing, and he was indescribably romantic.Holding an ink fan in his hand, he painted mountains and birds.

With a light wave of his hand, he put away the fan that was unfolded, and his demeanor was full of nobility.

The young master thought, this must be a very powerful person.

The man walked around the yard a few times, saw the pigeons in the cage, went up and kicked them, and the pigeons flapped their wings.

He picked up the stone on top, "It's the same as before."

The familiar tone made the young master's heart tighten, and he darkened his eyes, the same as before?Does he know his brother well?

After watching the pigeons, the man glanced at the clothes hanger again, walked over and picked out the clothes with a fan, "Are you well dressed?"

Another look of knowing the solemnity very well.

The man finished commenting on everything in the yard, looked into the house with his hands behind his back, raised his voice, and asked, "Is Zhuang Yan at home?"

The young master didn't reply to his words, and watched secretly. He felt uncomfortable, and always felt that the purpose of this person's visit was not simple. He only wanted to let them leave quickly, and he didn't want to have too much to do with them.

Who knows, after the man asked, he tilted his head slightly, looked sharply at the young master through the crack of the door, and said, "I saw you."

The young master's fingers trembled slightly, the rabbit in his hand flopped twice, he pursed his lips, he couldn't go out, he had to wait for his brother to come back, don't be afraid!

After the man finished speaking, he had no answer. The man in black standing behind him took a step forward. The man raised his hand to stop him, and said in a low voice, "No hurry." After finishing speaking, he smiled softly. Said: "You are the little guy raised by Zhuang Yan, I know Zhuang Yan, I am not a bad person."

Bad guys never say they are bad guys, the young master snorted, but was still unwilling to go out, obediently hid behind the door, and just replied out of politeness, "You kicked my door down, you have to pay for it."

The man laughed loudly, and sat on the stone table in the yard, "You are so timid, why does Zhuang Yan leave you alone at home?"

"You talk a lot." The young master said a little annoyed, the person who kicked the door just now left a bad impression on him, and now he keeps asking about solemn news, he always feels that he is not a good person.

"Haha!" The man laughed loudly, fanning the fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "I am friends with Zhuang Yan, you don't have to be so afraid of me."

The young master replied in a low voice, "I don't believe you."

Next, the man in purple pulled the young master to say a word or two from time to time, but the young master seldom replied, only saying that he was nagging.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhuang Yan finally arrived at the door of the house. When he saw the broken door, he rushed into the yard with a knife in his hand, his face full of anger.

When he saw the man in purple sitting under the tree, the murderous intent on his body gradually faded, and his thin lips parted slightly, "Why are you here?"

The man in purple turned his head to look over, then got up from the stone chair, his eyes raised up, and he smiled like a peach blossom, "Long time no see, Majestic."