Chapter 39 Dolly

Third or cold-blooded. If you don't love each other, no one in the world can afford another person. In fact, it is ridiculous to promise to grow old together with his son. There is no emotional support. Obviously, he is hopeless, but he has to insist on it, as if he has won his own master.

Many times he can't be regarded as a good man, and he doesn't have much pity for women. If he wants to figure out who he is, whether he is a man or a woman, he can use a hundred ways to make him live or die. How can a woman fall in love with him? He almost laughed. They probably fell in love with his skin and fell in love with lovesickness at a glance. They are crazy!

If he is a playboy, he will be happy to fascinate women for him. Unfortunately, he is not. He is clean, as if he is keeping chastity for someone. Or even women disdain this idea, but he is stubborn. The body follows the heart, and there should not be many years like him. The more sober people are, the colder they are, which is inertia. Emotional leave is too luxurious to afford to consume.

Lan Sheng pointed to the table and grinned, "God has no eyes. It's good for He Lanminzhi to meet this matter. That Jiu's growing face shows off everywhere. Miss Song may also be saved."

Rong Yu didn't care about Miss Song's life or death. Speaking of He Lanmin's talent, "A few days ago, He Lan led Li Yang to the house. Have you heard of it?"

Lan Sheng straightened his neck, "What are you doing here?"

Rong Yu sighed, "In the name of Li Lu to propose marriage, I want to marry Nuo'er."

As soon as Lan Sheng heard it, he knew what was going on. He rushed to the platform and patted the stool, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, it's really brave! I really don't believe this evil. Look, I won't take out his intestines and feed the dog!"

He was quickly pulled around and asked him not to be impatient. Rong Yu blew the tea and said, "It's time to rectify him. You have rashly involved yourself. Why do you need it!" I have informed the old lady that such matchmakers will not be able to enter the Shen family in the future. This can be saved. It's not easy for him to meet the girl in her boudoir.

Lan Sheng slowly calmed down and said, "What about the Ye family's wedding banquet?"

Rong Yu said, "Weixi has had a grudge with He Lan about the construction of the temple. He Lan is a high-level man. I don't expect him to go, so Nuan'er is in no way."

Lan Sheng sat and thought with one hand on his knees. He Lan was not afraid of coming. He is determined to be a flower protector. As long as he doesn't leave Nuan, He Lantian has nothing to do with his ability. Anyway, they are equal in terms of identity. Even if they are torn apart, who can keep it and take advantage of it!

Rong Yu looked at Lan Sheng and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. He recognized Bu Nuan. Just now, Princess Yangcheng came, which was nothing more than a rumor spread outside.

He also felt unhappy when he thought of this. Bu Nuan's meaning was not very clear. Now he is like Lan Sheng's board. If he goes on like this, he will definitely affect her marriage. Do you want to give Lan Sheng the wrong cloth? He is unwilling again. Is there no other way out except Lan Sheng? Although Lan Sheng's character and family background are unspeakable, he always believes that Bu Nuan is a blessed person, and there will be better handsome men to match her in the future.

He shifted the topic to hoarding troops in Muzhou. At present, the counter-case in Muzhou has long been settled. Without the war, he is a little unspirited for a general. After a round of command and deployment, he finished the matter, and began to talk about the current situation of Heyuan, how loyal the Baiji generals of Heyuan were and how beautiful Liang Feichuan was in the first battle.

Originally working during the holiday, the atmosphere was not so rigorous, and talking and laughing more like chatting. When men are together, the topic does not have to revolve around military affairs. The more we talk, the farther we talk. Sometimes we compare whose horse buttocks are well raised, and then praise whose beautiful wife and concubine understands warmth. On the whim, there is a big meaning of heroes on the wine table.

Rong and waved his hand, "I've been drinking too much recently. I'm still raising some of them. In a few days, Yefu will hold a wedding, and it's inevitable that I will eat and drink again."

Lan Sheng smiled and said, "The new son-in-law is half the son!" Can you invite you to be a match? Weixi picked up her daughter-in-law, and she must be served by a stick. You are a cousin and brother-in-law. There is no reason not to protect her.

Rong Yu just smiled, "I don't like to join in that bustle, just watch a gift. Wei Xi is usually domineering and suffers to remember it. In the future, she will treat others twice as well, and it will not be in vain to get that stick.

There is a fixed routine for Tang Yingqin. The groom went to the bride's house to pick up people, and it was inevitable. Usually pretending and not beating hard. But if his sister-in-law really wants to have a grudge against you and beat you, you have to put up with it. There is nothing to complain about. Because don't be angry or give back, unless you don't want to do it.

Among the four, only thistle Bodhisattva had married, so he pestered him how many secret losses he had suffered in those years. The Bodhisattva scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks and said, "My son-in-law is a woman's dog, and there is no question about killing him. How many losses..." He looked up to the sky and sighed, "I can't count! Fortunately, I came from a family, otherwise I really can't stand it.

Everyone sighed that he was probably too ugly. Seeing that it was like a thunderstorm, the sisters decided to deal with him well. They couldn't wait to beat him back to the furnace and recast it, so they took a black hand. If General Shen is like this, it's too late for his sister-in-law to love him. How can she be so patient?

Rong Yu smiled for a while, and he also cares about it. If he really marries the woman he loves deeply, it's nothing to get a few times. But wouldn't it be a great injustice to love you so much and suffer from skin and flesh? His relatives in October will also encounter those things. Thinking about it, he has been depressed.

Turn around and look at the sky. It's almost noon. He fiddled with the gourd hanging on the scabbard and stood up and said, "It's been delayed for a while. It's up to you whether to go back to the camp or disperse. I'm done with my business, and I'm going home.

Lan Sheng really wanted to go with him, so he couldn't keep his official documents, so he had to watch him go out. He sent it to the threshold and told him, "You bring me a good one, and I'll see her in two days."

Rong Yu didn't answer, pulled the rein of the horse and shook it. The mount ran, and the wind in his armpits brought up the scarlet behind him and went all the way away.

Returning to the heart is like an arrow. At noon, there were not many people in the market, and it was only a column of incense from the Yunhui government to the general's mansion. The person at the door came forward to lead the horse. He threw a horse whip into the door, remembering the warmth of the cloth. He was afraid that something would happen when he was not in the stall in the house. He asked, "Is it peaceful today? Have any outsiders ever been here?

Qu Shoucai smiled and said, "It's safe and sound. Mr. Six, relax. It's only two hours for you to go out, and nothing happens. The young lady went to Wodan Garden to ask for her, and now she has gone back to Yanbo Tower.

There is nothing wrong with this, but Rong Yu heard another state of mind. Only then did he find that he had left home for two hours, but suddenly two days had passed. It's like hiding a priceless treasure at home, afraid of being peeped at by others, and sitting restless outside.

He frowned slightly and wondered if he had begun to fall in love with home? If so, that's not a good thing!

"Tell my mother that I'm back. Change your clothes first, and then go to greet her in the evening. As he walked, he said that when he entered the garden, he met a maid leading a tailor. Three or four people held several pieces of silk, red and green, which was dazzling.

The crowd saluted like a ceremony. He glanced at it and expected that it was the satin chosen by Zhixian. If you don't want to look more, waved your hand and dismissed the person.

He never likes fresh and spicy colors, but he knows that leisure is his favorite. He thought that if he expressed it euphemistically, she might dress lighter according to his preferences, but he didn't even bother to say this.

doesn't care, so it can be tolerant to almost indulge.

There is a rolling shed in the shade of the smoke wave building, because it is on the lakeside, and there is often a cool breeze blowing. Bu Nuan has a habit of sitting under the rolling shed for lunch. He secretly speculated that she was still there, and his feet tightened a little. Bypassing the drooping begonia forest, I saw a single sitting on the couch under the root of the wall. The people on the couch curled their legs and tilted obliquely on the bamboo bag. Outside the shed, there was a tree full of flowers. The sunlight penetrated between the branches and leaves, fell to the ground, and broke into a swaying lake.

As if the soul was adsorbed, he couldn't help approaching. Bu Nuan didn't notice it. He held the book in one hand and probably saw the sadness, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Her skirt is light blue, sparkling with water lines, and several white camellias with crims float every two feet. Such a quiet and slightly sad beauty has heart-pounding power.

His eyes fell on the red scar in the shape of her eyebrows again. He narrowed his eyes and looked carefully. It was by no means a flower, but a mark left by the braille.

He was stunned and turned over the flower tree and stepped up the steps. Only then did she find that her face changed slightly. She hid the book behind her and stood up and called her uncle.

This caught his attention and said coldly, "What book is so sneaky?"

She shook her head like a wave drum and said repeatedly, "Nothing, nothing... It's just Han Yuhu's Book. I have nothing to do to pass the time."

Rong Yu hung the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "In this case, it should not be hidden. I've been looking for that book for a long time, and I've been looking for it. Now you have it here, which saves me trouble. He stretched out his hand and said, "Let me see!"

The cloth was warm and rubbed, and it was not easy to escape. There was a drum-like roar in my chest, so I had to put the book up.

Rong Yu took over and muttered, "The peacock flew southeast and wandered five miles..." He looked up at her and was inexplicably embarrassed. Did you finally realize that your child has become old and began to yearn for love?

Bu Nuan is very guilty. He is afraid that reading this kind of idle books will make his uncle unhappy. He said, "Reading the Book of Songs and the Analects of Confucius every day will always be bored. I don't want to be a female master..."

Rong and his face were waveless and asked, "Where did you get this book?"

She was ordinary, "I asked Bugu to buy it for me at the book stall. If you want to blame me, don't punish Bugu."

He glanced at her. She lowered her head and her eyebrows were purple, and he felt powerless.