Mrs. Shizi[Comprehensive Martial Arts]

Duan Murong had just returned to the capital, and she didn't understand the recent "civil strife" in the Jinfeng Drizzle Building, so she was able to ask the other party with a calm face, "Are you going to let me rob the patient from my senior brother?" .

Duan Murong, who felt that the other party was doomed to make a futile trip, was sitting on the shaft of the car, playing with the red feathers hanging from Zhao Youheng's helmet. She looked at Fang Ying, covered her mouth with her sleeve out of boredom, "Little Lord Hou, you came to see me for Su Mengzhen, did you find the wrong person?"

"If you are Duanmu Rong, the daughter of Lord Duanmuqi, the censor of Zuodu, then I certainly did not find the wrong person."

Fang Ying moved his gaze, and the slightly drooping eye feathers covered the changing expression in his eyes.

Unable to see the other party's thoughts from Fang Ying's expression, Duan Murong couldn't help but tilted his head, and subconsciously pulled the red feather in his hand.

The helmet Zhao Youheng was wearing was almost pulled off by Duanmu Rong's hand. Feeling that the helmet was falling down, he felt helpless, and quickly stretched out his hand to hold down his helmet, and Duanmu Rong grabbed it in his hand. His feathers were ripped out.

Duanmu Rong, who hadn't reacted yet: "En?"

The sudden approaching breath made Duanmu Rong frowned, and raised her eyes subconsciously, but she met the head of Zhao Youheng's mount that was stretching towards her.

Facing the horse's head so close at hand, Duanmu Rong couldn't help blinking, her face full of doubts and bewilderment.

Thinking that Duanmurong had bullied Zhao Youheng, the mount was about to snort at her and explain to her the fact that Zhao Youheng was covered by it with actions. Zhao Youheng, who was wearing the helmet, stretched out his hand and pulled Duanmurong's horse. With the rein in his hand, he turned the horse's head so that the snort of his mount hit Fang Yingkan who was standing on the other side.

Because the distance was far enough, Fang Yingkan was not splashed by the saliva sprayed by Zhao Youheng's mount. However, at the moment when the horse snorted at him, Fang Yingkan grabbed his sleeve and backed away, and even took out a handkerchief to wipe his face However, it makes people feel that he was splashed by the horse's saliva.

Duan Murong didn't know that Ma's original target was herself, seeing that Fang Ying could no longer see his original calm and calm appearance, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

The gloating in the laughter, with the breeze blowing, hovered in the ears of everyone present.

Some Shence soldiers on horseback subconsciously glanced at Fang Yingkan, and then retracted their gaze in the next second. At the same time, they also subconsciously straightened their stomachs. Looking straight ahead, they straightened their backs, and proved themselves to each other with actions. Little Houye's support.

Fang Ying returned to his original composure after seeing it for a moment. He wiped his face with a handkerchief unhurriedly, and calmly tried to open up the topic to Zhao Youheng about the question he asked a long time ago, "I thought The son has already told Miss Duanmu, so you don't have a son?"

"No need."

He didn't want Duanmurong to be involved in the dispute between Jinfengxiyulou and the six-and-a-half branch hall at all, Zhao Youheng's attitude was very cold.He patted the horse's head, turned directly on the horse, and looked down at Fang Yingkan, "Young Master, why don't you give way?"

He fixedly glanced at Zhao Youheng who was sitting on the horse, glanced over the shaft of the chariot from the corner of his eye and tilted his head to look at Duanmu Rong curiously, Fang Ying curled his lower lip lightly, and waved at the Shence Soldier beside him. waved.

The shence soldier on the horse clamped his horse's belly and gave way to Duanmu Rong's carriage.

Duanmu Rong who was given way slightly raised her eyebrows, then opened the curtain and got into the carriage, and sat back beside Lian Xing, "Sister Lian Xing, it's okay."

Patting the back of Duanmu Rong's hand, Lian Xing bent his eyes with a relaxed heart, "It's fine."

Under Zhao Youheng's escort, Fang Yingkan stood where he was, watching them leave.

After the carriage was no longer in sight, Fang Yingkan lowered his head and straightened his wrinkle-free sleeves, smiling meaningfully.

Is that enough?

How can it be?

...

On the other side, Duan Murong who saw Zhao Youheng couldn't sit still in the carriage.After the carriage turned a corner and completely disappeared from the sight of Fang Yingkan and the others, Duanmu Rong spoke to Lian Xing who was sitting beside him, then lifted the curtain of the carriage, and Zhao Youheng, who was leaning against the carriage door, stood up. He said, "Ah Jiu, what is your current identity?"

"Prince Taiping's son, general of the 'Tiance Army' ①."

Duan Murong's eyes widened suddenly, "Great grade? Your majesty is really... full of courage." She originally thought that Zhao Youheng would at most be a Sima② in Tiance Army, but she did not expect that she underestimated Zhao Youheng, and also Underestimated Zhao Youyun who dared to let Gao Lishi go to Hangzhou to pick up Zhao Youheng.

Riding a horse parallel to Duanmu Rong's carriage, he glanced at Duanmurong faintly from the side, and the red feathers slid past Duanmurong's eyes.

Subconsciously, he wanted to catch the red shadow that appeared in front of him, but he didn't know whether it was an accident or a coincidence, Zhao Youheng's horse suddenly moved a step slower than the carriage, just in time for Duanmu Rong to catch it.

Moved and grabbed an empty hand, Duanmu Rong withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened, and put it lightly on the side of the carriage, she blinked her eyes with her head resting on the back of her hand, "Ah Jiu, can I ask you A question?"

Looking ahead, Zhao Youheng didn't turn his gaze to Duanmurong's side at all, but just responded, saying that he could ask, "En? Ask."

"You are alone, are you lost again?"

"……"silence.

Blinking, Duanmu Rong stared intently at Zhao Youheng who suddenly lowered his eyes, "You must have relaxed when you saw me just now?"

"……"silence.

"Don't worry, when I go home, I will send someone to send a letter to Taiping Palace and send you back."

"..." There was only silence.

Duanmu Rong tilted her head and looked at Zhao Youheng with pure doubts, as if she didn't know why Zhao Youheng was silent about her question, "Ah Jiu?"

"..." Still silent.

Unable to distinguish Zhao Youheng's expression, Duanmu Rong stretched her neck forward and asked tentatively, "... Otherwise, you will stay overnight at my house?"

"..." Still silent.

"Ah Jiu?"

Zhao Youheng pulled the rein and stopped the horse, and the groom who was driving the carriage also subconsciously pulled the rein, and with a long "whoosh", also stopped the carriage.

Grasping the edge of the car, Duanmu Rong looked at Zhao Youheng and gave him a brilliant smile.

This contagious smile didn't move Zhao Youheng. He looked down at Duanmu Rong blankly, just when the smile on her face was about to break, Zhao Youheng gave a light laugh, and then Clamping the horse's belly made the horse move again.

Zhao Youheng obviously didn't say anything, but Duanmurong couldn't help the scalp numbness from the other party's chuckle.

——After her family Ah Jiu changed her style of painting, she seemed to be more majestic.

Sighing in her heart, Zhao Youheng didn't dare to make any mistakes when she saw her. She shrank her neck and quickly put down the curtain of the car, and at the same time ordered the driver to catch up with Zhao Youheng, so that the other party would not know when to get lost again. road.

Lian Xing, who was sitting in the carriage, didn't see the relationship between Zhao Youheng and Duanmu Rong, but she could guess what happened just by the sound. After Duanmu Rong sat back beside her, she stretched out her finger and poked Duanmu Rong lightly. Rong Rong's face, and sighed helplessly at her, "You."

Sticking out her tongue, Duanmu Rong leaned her head on Lian Xing's shoulder and closed her eyes, "I'm asleep, please don't disturb me."

Lian Xing: "..."

Not knowing what to say to Duanmurong, Lianxing finally let Duanmurong lean on her shoulder and close her eyes to rest, and even leaned against the car wall to close her eyes.

The clatter of horseshoes brought Duanmu Rong and the others to Duanmu Mansion before the setting sun completely put away its brilliance in the world.

In order to welcome his obedient daughter, Duanmu Qi specially ordered someone to open the door.Because Duanmurong didn't want to tire the people in the mansion, she just told her father the date when Duanmuqi would enter the city, and didn't ask anyone to pick her up.

So, Duanmu Qi, who was sitting and waiting in the main hall, waited until the sun went down, not only waiting for his good daughter whom he hadn't seen for a long time, but also waiting for Zhao Youheng, who had made countless enemies in the court hall since he became the master of the palace.

Looking at Duanmu Rong and Zhao Youheng who were walking towards him side by side, Duanmu Qi, who ignored Lianxing beside Duanmu Rong, narrowed his eyes, couldn't sit still, got up and greeted him.

Without waiting for Zhao Youheng to bow his hands and salute him, Duanmuqi first pulled his good daughter Duanmu Rong behind him, then stroked his beard, and said to Zhao Youheng very politely, "Thank you, my son, for sending Ah Rong back. There must be a lot of things that have not been done, the old man will not leave any more sons, so as not to trouble the sons."

As he said that, Duanmu Qi raised his hand and ordered the housekeeper to see off the guests. He must personally send the eldest son, who would not know where he would go if no one was with him, to Prince Taiping's mansion.

Zhao Youheng, who didn't feel troublesome at all: "..."

Standing behind his father Duanmuqi, Duanmurong poked his head out and stuck out his tongue at Zhao Youheng.

Zhao Youheng: "..."

In the end, Zhao Youheng was personally sent out of the mansion by the housekeeper, and he was also very politely sent to the gate of Prince Taiping's mansion.

...

Because of Duanmurong's unintentional mistake, when she was a guest at Prince Taiping's Mansion the next day, she personally used the small kitchen in Zhao Youheng's courtyard to make a bowl of beef soup for her that his sister taught her to make, and said no to her. Shao Pei Yuan's jokes after he changed his painting style in front of Lian Xing finally coaxed Zhao Youheng back.

When Duan Murong was coaxing Zhao Youheng, Pei Yuan who was rushing back after receiving a letter from Jinfeng Xiaoyulou happened to encounter a heavy rain and sneezed continuously.

I don't know if it was because of Duanmurong's nagging, or because of the cold.

Unaware that Pei Yuan was blocked by the heavy rain at the moment, after Duanmurong coaxed Zhao Youheng well, he was able to know the recent situation of the Golden Wind and Rain Tower from his mouth, and also understood the reason why Fang Yingkan invited her to see Su Mengzhen. reason.

Pei Yuan is not here, as her fellow apprentice, she is the "nearest water".

After explaining the situation in Kyoto to Duanmurong in detail, Zhao Youheng didn't want her to go into this muddy water, but no matter whether Duanmurong chose to step into the door of Jinfengdriyulou, he chose to respect it.

No matter what A Rong chooses, everything is up to him.

With such thoughts in mind, Zhao Youheng rubbed Duanmu Rong's head, "If you want to join in the fun, I will accompany you."

"I'll think it over."

As the "nearest water" to Su Mengzhen, Duanmurong didn't think she could be alone, but the current situation was mainly because she chose the wrong time to return to Kyoto.

Pursing her lips, Duanmu Rong propped her elbows on the table, and fell into deep thought while resting her chin on one hand. When Zhao Youheng fed her a spoonful of beef soup with a spoon, she subconsciously opened her mouth in deep thought. Before I knew it, I ate all the remaining beef soup.

After eating half a bowl of beef soup, Duanmu Rong, who felt bloated, came back to his senses.

Facing Zhao Youheng who was looking at her with a smile in his eyes, Duanmu Rong stretched out his hand to touch his still flat belly, pursed his lips, and smiled back at Zhao Youheng.

At this moment, the atmosphere between Duanmu Rong and Zhao Youheng was just right.

Just when the atmosphere was about to go further, the atmosphere was interrupted by the servants who walked outside the pavilion.

"My son, the young master has sent a greeting card."