In the huge Begonia flower forest, there are only deep tree pits one after another, full of devastation.
Zheng Wan covered her mouth, couldn't stop her tears but still nodded desperately, for fear that he would really take up the sword and kill the prince. Cui Wang let her go, turned around and walked away. After walking a few steps, seeing that she didn't keep up, he turned his head and looked puzzled:
"Not going?"
Zheng Wan seemed to have just recovered, followed a few steps, and suddenly broke into tears.
"What are you laughing at?"
Cui Wang glanced at her, there were still traces of tears on her small slapped face, her long eyelashes were wet, and the corners of her lips were stained with blood, which seemed to have suddenly become more bloody.
"Cui Wang, are you jealous?"
Zheng Wan looked at him with a smile and said, she walked backwards with her hands behind her back, her laughter was clear and lingering, like spring water thawed in March, clean and light.
"envy?"
Cui Wang stopped in his tracks, "What is jealousy?"
Zheng Wan choked, and then thought about it, this person has been living with only a sword in his arms from the beginning to the end, he is deserted and unpopular, how can he understand the problems of these living people.
"Forget it, don't talk about this."
Anyway, she achieved her goal.
Since Cui Wang did such a thing to her, he naturally wouldn't let her go, just beat a snake with a stick.
Zheng Wan looked around and looked around. The bricks and tiles on the walls were all custom-made, not like ordinary people. "Where is this? Mr. Cui, you have damaged the crabapple grove of the master's house, and you have to pay for it."
Say Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will arrive.
A rough servant dressed in gray linen with a knot tied at the waist came crying and howling through the moon gate in front of him. When he saw Cui Wang, he fell to the ground and bowed: "My lord, I don't know where the little thief came from. You just planted it yesterday!" The crabapple tree that fell was given to Huo Huo!"
Zheng Wan: ...
She seemed to feel a flock of black crows flying overhead.
Can't help laughing:
"Yeah, where did the little thief dare to destroy the feng shui of the National Teacher's Mansion."
Only then did the rough servant realize that there was a pretty young lady standing next to the lord, he just took a look and didn't dare to look any further, thinking that if the number one beauty in Beijing, Miss Zheng, was half as beautiful as this, it wouldn't be an infatuation. It was all for naught, and at the same time thinking that the master of the country is not as pure-hearted as he appears on the surface, his mouth... was bitten.
How intense it must be.
No one knew that the rough servant was howling, and his heart was turning around, and Cui Wang walked past him directly:
"Get someone to clean it up."
"Yes, yes, it makes sense for a small one."
The rough servant lay on the ground, only to hear that the national teacher, who was always as cold as ice, had the patience to walk with the little lady from inside to outside, and skipped out words one by one. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he actually heard Out of a little mild.
The rough servant trembled from his own imagination, finally shook off the feeling just now, and went to stare at the emptied tree pit in a daze: Could it be that some fairy passed by and really couldn't look down on the crabapple flowers, so he took these pulled out? Otherwise, how could it be so neat
"Mr. Cui—"
Zheng Wan followed Cui Wang out of the Moon Gate, walked around the small lake, and stopped a few steps before suddenly stopping, "Maybe Wan Niang will come to your house tomorrow?"
Cui Wangmo was silent, and seeing that he didn't answer, Zheng Wan grabbed his sleeve again and shook him:
"Mr. Cui~~~"
The voice was so sweet that it sticks to the teeth, Cui Wang had no choice but to let out a "huh".
"That's a deal."
Zheng Wan smiled and said, her eyes bent into crescent moons again, "Miss Wan still wants to see the crabapple tree tomorrow, okay?"
Then Cui Wang pulled back his sleeve:
"Go to Yanchun Garden."
The turbulent emotions just now dissipated like the tide receding, but there were always some ripples left. Cui Wang looked at her pouty lips, and stretched out his fingertips to wipe her for her by accident.
Zheng Wan only felt that his lips hurt from being rubbed by him.
Cui Wang's fingers were also like those of jade carvings, with slender phalanges and distinct joints, but they were covered with calluses, which didn't look comfortable at all. The rubbing made her feel uncomfortable, so she couldn't help but backed away:
"pain."
Cui Wang restrained her:
"do not move."
It was obvious that there was another undercurrent surging in the lowered eyes, and Zheng Wan immediately dared not move.
Today's Cui Wang is a powder keg, so don't provoke him.
The little lady's lips were wiped bright red, but she was very obedient, she didn't say a word, she just looked at him sincerely with those black and white eyes, which were full of deep affection, Cui Wang said:
"Don't use peach blossom paper anymore."
"I made the peach blossom paper myself!" Zheng Wan quickly expressed his expression and said angrily, "The prince's ones, I set them on fire when he retired!"
Cui Wang was noncommittal, and he couldn't see whether he believed it or not, but just swept his arms around, Zheng Wan felt that the world was spinning for a while, and he had arrived at Liluoyuan again, not far from Lijiating.
"Don't mention the word 'prince' in the future."
He bowed his head to her.
"Why?"
Although Zheng Wan knew that even the big yellow dog raised by the concierge knew that it occupied the territory, she never expected that Cui Wangming's temper inspired by the love gu would be so domineering that he wouldn't even let him say a word.
"I'm not happy."
Ever since Master Zheng Wanguo walked back and forth, Rong Qin lost interest in the pavilion. After half an hour, he saw a pair of people under the pavilion who were dressed very familiarly. He was about to take a closer look, but he heard There is a dozen folding fans of King Huai next to his ear:
"This king thinks that man looks like a national teacher?"
It looks more and more like it.
Not to mention the grandeur of Master Guoshi, which is rare in the world, but his height is also outstanding. Among the sons who come and go, no one is taller than him, let alone the toga...
"It's the national teacher!"
King Huai's folding fan.
However, Rong Qin stared at the very intimate little lady next to the national teacher, and his heart was shocked. If you want to say who she knows best in the whole of Shangjing besides Aye, it must be Zheng Wan.
"Master, that, is that Miss Wan?!"
Mrs. Jiang San answered for her, and the people in the gazebo looked at each other, "Didn't you say that Wan Niang offended and offended Mr. Guoshi to death?"
Jin Wang said cheerfully: "You don't understand this. Between men and women, respecting each other as guests is called living together as a partner, and you can change it to either one. This hate wants to die, love wants to live, and it's always a toss. Enemy of life and death at one moment, inseparable at the next moment, no one can leave the other, that's called affection, called love."
Rong Qin's face turned dark.
Rong Yi couldn't be happier, she stretched out her hand and waved downwards: "Mrs. Wan, Mr. National Teacher, the banquet will start soon."
Zheng Wan raised her head and shook her hand, showing her white teeth: "Pavilion Master, come here."
Seeing that Cui Wang was about to leave, she grabbed his sleeve and told him:
"The king of Jin wrote a poem for me before."
In fact, in the capital city, which of the young gentlemen who can drop their book bags a little has never written a poem for her
Cui Wang retracted his sleeves and walked up the stairs:
"Let's go."
Only then did Zheng Wan lift up her skirt to follow.
—
After the banquet in Yanchun Garden, everyone in Shangjing knew that Master Guoshi and the Zheng family were going to rebuild the old relationship.
Master Guoshi, who is as cold as ice and doesn't care much about everything, can patiently visit the garden with Miss Zheng for a day, and then send someone back to him in the evening-
It can be seen that there has been a lot of rumors before, what wishful thinking, infatuation and wrong payment are all fake.
The truth of the matter is: the Zheng family has climbed another high branch and is about to ascend to heaven.
On the night of the banquet, many young ladies clutched the quilts and cried a lot for the man in the spring girl's dream, and there was more hatred on the head of Miss Zheng.
But she didn't care, and went happily to the National Teacher's Mansion on the second day.
third day.
fourth day.
fifth day.
…
Every day.
The National Teacher's Mansion originally only had a few rough envoys and servants, all of whom were men, but for her, they also hired a few female envoys, but Miss Zheng was like an old hen guarding the calf, she only picked out the ugly, fat, and old They stayed, and the young and beautiful found faults and picked them out.
As soon as this matter was spread out, there were two rumors.
One said that Mrs. Zheng could become the master of the National Teacher's Mansion, so it was obvious that she was the future mistress; second, she started to say, she was so jealous before she got married, isn't she a jealous woman
The national teacher is also suffering.
"Cui Wang, are you suffering?"
Zheng Wan nested in the barrel and asked Cui Wang who was standing straight outside the door.
She came here every day, and Cui Wang didn't know how to think about it. He took a bucket of medicine and asked her to soak it every day. If she didn't soak it for two hours, she wouldn't let her get up. Also slipped.
On the contrary, Granny Jin woke up midway and told her that this was called torture, that her lover planned it for her, that he wanted her to have a good life, so that she could prepare for the future.
So Zheng Wan asked a few times, but she couldn't find out from the saw-mouthed gourd, so she didn't ask any more, just obediently.
Unsurprisingly, Cui Wang didn't answer.
Zheng Wan will be helped out by two wooden puppets sent by Cui Wang when the time comes, but today...she rolled her eyeballs, deliberately stepped on a circle of water stains, and slid down with an "ouch".
After all, a wooden puppet is a wooden puppet, and its joints are not flexible enough to hold it.
Zheng Wan closed her eyes and waited. Sure enough, when there was a gust of wind, Cui Wang picked her up, raised her hand and rolled up a large sleeved shirt on the wooden screen, and looked at her expressionlessly:
"The wooden puppet is supporting you." It won't fall down.
Zheng Wan pouted: "Here, I stepped on the water."
She looked at the tips of his red ears and couldn't help reaching out to touch them. As soon as she stretched out her thin white arms, she asked him to stuff them in. Zheng Wan said angrily, "Cui Wang, I sent that little peach blossom away last time. Are you angry?"
The relationship between the two is very strange.
Not to mention, she is not a fiancée, Cui Wang treats her as his property, does not allow others to touch her, and does not allow others to look at her, even Suo Dai is not allowed to enter the medicine bath.
As for Zheng Wan, she is not the hostess, she looks like a hostess, and came to be the master of the National Teacher's Mansion, and Cui Wang also followed her.
"Little Peach Blossom? Who?"
Cui Wang frowned, and carried her to the soft bed behind the green gauze cabinet.
When he was about to get up, Zheng Wan grabbed his neck with both arms, and the fragrant and soft female body clung to it, and the scent disturbed his mind. Cui Wang felt the wave after wave of strange emotions in his body, and remained silent. .
"Then you're not angry?" Zheng Wan looked unhappy, "Who told her to look at you like a dog looks at a bone, I don't like it."
"what ever."
Cui Wang never cared about these things, so he made a formula to steam her hair dry, and when Zheng Wan was arguing about not applying the balm, he took the balm on the side and smeared it on for her.
Zheng Wan lay comfortably, feeling comfortable.
Who would have thought that the ice-cold Sword Lord still has such a gentle and meticulous side—A Niang is right, a man needs to be trained, if he acts like a baby and sheds a few tears, he can't stand it anymore.
It's a pity that no matter how she tried to seduce her, except for that one kiss that day, Cui Wang refused to take the initiative anymore.
Zheng Wan watched him recruit a wooden puppet to help her dress, but she stood aside without looking sideways, and couldn't help coke: "Cui Wang, I'm ready."
Cui Wang just looked at her.
The woman had just taken a bath, and Bai Fufu's skin was covered with a layer of light pink, but now she was covered with a layer of bright red gauze. As the weather got hotter, she changed into plain gauze clothes, and the exquisite curves inside were clearly outlined. A frown:
"Don't wear it like this outside."
Zheng Wan felt strange, and looked down at herself: "Rong Yi and the others are all dressed like this."
It is very beautiful.
"They are them, and you are you."
Zheng Wan ignored him, and she could dress however she liked.
Sitting on the cushion, he ran to Cui Wang, raised his head and said, "Today is my birthday."
"How are you doing?"
Zheng Wan only felt that his eyes seemed to see her thoughts, but he still wanted to say:
"You make me a wish."
Cui Wang looked at her: "Why do you wish?"
"Well, I can't think of it for the time being." Zheng Wan rolled her eyes, "When I think about it, you can let me get what I want, how about it?"
Cui Wang ticked the corner of his mouth: "It is invalid when it is expired."
Zheng Wan shook her head, but refused. Sword Lord has always kept his promises, and what he says is an oath, and he never breaks his promise. She has to keep one wish in her hand to guarantee the bottom line, in case something goes wrong, at least she won't be able to fetch water from a bamboo basket.
"You answered me, okay?"
She grabbed his sleeve again, shaking it back and forth, her voice was delicate and sweet, like eating honey. Seeing that he was unmoved, Zheng Wan stood on tiptoe again, pulled him to bend down, and touched his cold lips: "Are you okay? Are you okay?"
"good."
Cui Wang pushed her away dumbly, his eyes darkened, as if he wanted to eat her.
Zheng Wan smiled like a little fox who stole fish: "It's all right, Lagougou?"
After pulling the hook, Cui Wang's face sank before sending him out.
"Old Ancestor, have you found out?"
The ancestor who was soaked in the sea of consciousness lay on his back on the water: "What did you ask the old man to check?"
"The mood is wrong."
Cui Wangdao, "When I saw her laugh, I felt happy, like a hundred flowers blooming; when I saw her cry, I was at a loss, like falling into an abyss. Seeing her smile at others—"
"I just want to cut that man into eight pieces and roll them in the oil pan, don't you?"
Cui Wangting answered "Yes" with difficulty.
"Silly boy, this is all love."
The old ancestor sighed quietly, "Love makes people not like themselves."
"Yeah."
The rain fell quietly, hitting the blooming crabapple trees, tick-tock, and the petals fell to the ground.