The red color "returns" to the corridor, half red and half snow.

Lu Shuyao held her hands and walked along the corridor with golden silk shoes. Xiao Jingyan followed her with her jumping beside her. Behind the two were eight close-fitting maids, who were still standing close to each other, and they were not in it.

The little girl's expression was plain, but her eyebrows were cold and cold, just like the snow outside the corridor.

While walking, Xiao Jingyan looked up at Lu Shuyao's eyebrows, patted her little chest, and smiled and said, "Sister, if you encounter trouble later, Jingyan can temporarily borrow the "Qinghong" sword to help." Her two-foot short iron sword was named "Qinghong" by her.

Lu Shuyao asked, "When will he come?"

Xiao Jingyan tilted her head and thought for a while, and said with a crisp voice: "According to what Lu Wu said, Meihe came yesterday, and the clan uncle asked him to wait outside the village for a night."

Lu Shuyao's thin eyebrows were narrowed and she said strangely: "My father also returned from Yuzhang yesterday. I went out to greet him, but why didn't I see him?" Yan stopped here, squinted his eyes and squinted Xiao Jingyan, and said in a soft voice: "Can you betray my sister?"

"No, no..."

Xiao Jingyan waved her hands calmly, turned her eyes and explained: "When I went out with my sister yesterday, my clan uncle had already ordered someone to stay away from the outside, so my sister naturally had never seen her." As she said that, in order to increase the credibility, she nodded vigorously and said in her heart: "I dare not offend my sister, don't look at her soft voice, but she is actually a fierce person...'

"really……"

"Hey, sister, Jian is the king of all soldiers. Jingyan is the number one swordsman in the world. He respects promises and commits suicide. How could he lie?!" Xiao Jingyan raised his eyebrows disdainfully, held the Qinghong Sword in his arms, and said in a big way.

"The clan uncle and my father actually let him drink snow all night...he, he..."

"Yes, I heard that Meihe was holding a broken piano when she entered the village today, and her expression was quite miserable. According to Lu Wuyan, she still breathed a sigh of relief. Sister Jingyan heard that Meihe came with the piano and wanted to give the piano to Sister."

"Really, is it really true?"

Xiao Jingyan straightened her chest and said seriously: "That's it! Sister, now the miserable situation of the beautiful crane is unbearable to look at it. At this moment, the wind is rising, just when Sister stands up! Jingyan is not talented, and is willing to use the "Qinghong" sword to help Sister kill the powerful enemy! However, after the exchange of courtesy, Sister should give the Golden Silk Ying'er to Jingyan..."

"Hmph, I'm talking nonsense!"

Lu Shuyao stretched out a jade finger of ice and snow, pointed it at Xiao Jingyan's forehead, and immediately staggered the world's number one swordsman.

"Prince..."

The little girl bent over the moon in the lake, smiled, and suddenly the comb squirted, and the face became colder. The two dimples suddenly closed, holding the hem of the light golden robe, stepping on the little golden bell, and walking quickly.

Lu Jingyan was naughty, but she definitely did not lie to her. When she thought of the word "tragic situation", Lu Shuyao knew that she could not do it, but she felt ache in her heart, thinking: 'He, why did he go to Jiangbei? Disregard Shuyao?' Then she thought again: 'He is Shuyao's husband, so Shuyao should be advised. How can the uncle and father be...be good at surpassing him?'

The deeper the thoughts, the colder the little face.

The corridor is in the shape of a "well" and goes around the east and west. From the backyard to the front yard, three long courtyards need to be bypassed.

Lu Wan's wife Zhang painted snow in the long courtyard at the entrance of the backyard. The painting was nine-part, surrounded by a picture of "Millet in Cold Snow". The painting was covered with snow, and the red corridor of the red pavilion was flying, and several winter birds were looking for food in the wild. The birds in the painting were in a different state of expression, with their feet raised and their heads raised, and they were different. Zhang picked up a slender ink pen and was about to light the sun for the birds, but saw her daughter and niece coming together, put down her pen, and sighed softly.

Lu Shuyao paused her golden silk shoes and called out, "Mother."

"Ling Yao, come to view the paintings, and specially painted "Millet Picture in Cold Snow" for my mother. If you carefully understand and understand it, I will surely make my son's painting skills better." Zhang greeted his daughter, with a loving smile on his face.

Lu Shuyao was in the front yard, so she had no thought of watching paintings. She glanced at the painting casually and said with a smile: "My mother's paintings are the soul of Master Cao. I can understand them for a while. Let's think about them carefully later." Looking at the yard of scales, she said softly: "Yesterday, my father studied the calligraphy of Brother Qi. Brother Qi borrowed the "Famous Ji Tie" from him, and the boy sent it to Brother Qi." As he said that, he winked at Lu Jingyan. The two of them were blessed and turned around and left.

"Ling Yao, wait!"

Zhang was responsible for heavy responsibilities, how could she leave so easily? He immediately pulled Lu Shuyao to sit on the desk. Zhang looked at his daughter's delicate eyebrows and eyes, gently stroked his daughter's soft long hair with his hands, and said softly: "Ling Yao, I married my mother early, and I joined Lu at fifteen. Time flies, and my son is fifteen. As a daughter of a noble family, I will give you a gift and 16. My son has been smart since he was a child, and is the pride of the entire Jiangdong Wu people. In the next year, I will carefully select my mother and your father to find a good husband for my son."

There was something in Zhang's words, but Lu Shuyao couldn't hear it. He raised his eyebrows and said softly: "Mom, the child already has a husband, and it is Liu, Huating. If his mother is pitying the child, she should persuade her father with the child." As he said that, he leaned softly into his mother's arms. With the long eyelashes, two tears rolled down.

"Nonsense, nonsense! Don't be sad, don't be sad..."

Zhang hugged her petite daughter, and felt ache in her heart. She touched the tears on her cheeks. She also tried to argue behind her daughter's ears while she was not paying attention. However, she saw that the fluffy behind her ears looked like feathers, and then she breathed a sigh of relief and advised: "Lingyao, as a child of aristocratic families, she must put the family first. There are so many heroes in the world. If my son looks down on my stupid nephew and makes the decision for my mother and my son, he will definitely be a good life to advise your father and choose again." When he said this, he frowned and said seriously: "Even if it is the child of Gu, you can discuss it!"

Lu Shuyao raised his body and shouted: "Discussion? Why is it for discussion? My mother taught Shuyao personally. Shuyao learned the words of the saint and read the poems of the saint. Mao's poem said: "I am not alive when I am apologizing, but I am not abiding by myself. I am not apologizing, but I am not apologizing, but I am not apologizing, but I am not apologizing. I dare to ask my mother why?"

"This... Ling Yao, don't do anything randomly!" Zhang was speechless after a sentence. In the second thought, she thought about her daughter's appearance holding embroidered cutters. She felt a sense of fear in her heart, and she held her daughter's hand tightly.

Lu Shuyao hardened her body and said slowly, "Is it possible that my mother wants to make her daughter a person who is unbeliever?" Shao Qing looked at her mother with tears again, her cheeks slowly turned red, and she softened her voice: "Mom, let alone, let alone, Child, Child is already a husband." She lowered her head, and the back of her neck also had a cherry red color. The voice was so thin and weak.

Zhang was stunned when he heard this, but he was angry and amused. Then he thought of it and said, "Can you betray my daughter by the Langjun Liu? It's really ridiculous!" After thinking about this, he was immediately annoyed and happy. He immediately waited for more than ten maids outside the pavilion and said coldly: "You, retreat!"

Xiao Jingyan also shouted, "Get out!"

Zhang said: "You retreat too!"

"Ah... Jingyan will not retreat!" Lu Jingyan held the Qinghong Sword and sat beside the two of them, but she will not retreat.

Zhang was helpless and expected that she could not understand. When a maid retreated, he took his daughter's hand, stroked his daughter's cheek, and said softly: "Silly Lingyao, you are the dignified and elegant Lu's proud, and his innocent and innocent body, how could he do it, how could he do it..."

"Mom, I, I..."

Lu Shuyao opened her eyes wide and wanted to defend her, but she had no way to defend herself. She always believed that since that night, she had become husband and wife with Liu Nong. Although she was confused, she also knew that if she was really a husband and wife, there would be signs. For this reason, she had been shy and frightened, but she had already thought about it carefully. If there were indeed signs, she should take this opportunity to live in and out of her beloved husband and family.

Zhang said pitifully: "My son, don't think about it randomly. That Mr. Liu is really hateful. He dares to do this despicable thing and coax my son. How can he forgive him?" The more he said it, the more angry he became, the pink face was cold and cold.

"My aunt is mighty, and my aunt is so magnificent. What is my intention? When the road is injustice, Jingyan should draw his sword to help him!" Lu Jingyan was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he excitedly raised the Qinghong Sword in his hand.

"Jingyan!"

Lu Shuyao was startled and came back to his senses. He kept his mind calming down, thinking to himself: 'Now he is still humiliated in the front yard, so he should not be entangled with his mother here!' He immediately stood up, then took a step back, put his hands on his eyebrows, his body slowly sinks, kneeling on the edge of the reed mat, and then, his overlapping hands and body slumped inch by inch, pressing his forehead against his back, and said in a low voice: "Mom, my body, my skin is received by my parents, for the sake of filial piety, Shuyao dares not harm me."

Zhang said in surprise: "Yes, no, no harm."

Lu Shuyao did not give up the great gift and continued, "However, Shuyao's intention was decided early. If his mother and father insisted on stopping him, Shuyao had no other way, and only one can be seen and Zhang Erma." After saying that, he slowly stood up, looking straight at his mother, his eyes were plain, but with awesome determination.

"Zhang, Zhang Er Madam, Ling Yao, you..."

Zhang's face turned pale, and his lips were trembling with fear.

Zhang Er Niangzi, the source of the evil between Gu and Zhang in Jiangdong, was originally Gu Cheng's wife. After Gu Cheng died, Zhang Wen married Zhang Er Niangzi again. Zhang Er Niangzi was chaste and refused to obey. On the day of her marriage, she died of poison.

"Mom, if the child doesn't teach me, I'll say goodbye first!"

Lu Shuyao wiped away tears on her cheeks, led Xiao Jingyan, and walked around the pavilion. Her steps were neither fast nor slow, and her light gold cloak spread slowly with the wind.

Xiao Jingyan said as she walked, "Sister, Jingyan is not a rebellious person, it is actually... it is actually the situation is stronger than that of others!" As she said that, she turned her eyes.

The wind and snow outside the corridor rose again, Lu Shuyao looked at the vast snow indifferently and said softly: "Jingyan, Sister is probably not going back here, Golden Wire Warbler..."

"It should be given to Jingyan!" Xiao Jingyan quickly touched.

"If things go well, I will give it to you."

Lu Shuyao wrinkled his small nose, squinted his eyes, and smiled softly, but his eyes became more and more firm. Husband, husband, come with the piano, Shuyao should come back with you. Don’t talk about the hardships of the future, don’t talk about the dangers of the world. You are Shuyao’s king.

The two of them walked through the corridor and soon, they arrived at the atrium where they were necessary to enter the front yard.

A person hurried across from the other side.

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Chapter completed!