After Hou Fu Jiaojiao was reborn, she turned over

Chapter 57 Who is it?
"Third Sister." Xue Mi came over to hug Yan Lingzhi's arm.

She was still distracted, and now she had to deal with Xue Mi, but Tan Jingyao was right, she was indeed a lot prettier, and the two of them could chat for a while.

Zheng Zhuoyun interjected: "Zhenming is not in good health, why did you let him come?"

Yan Lingzhi replied for Tan Zhenming: "Oh, it's like this, you and Xue Mi left Fuling City and came to the capital, we are also reluctant, we haven't seen each other for so long, it's been half a year, and it's almost New Year's Eve , Xue Mi will be 15 years old, so I suggested to my father to take a look.

You are newly appointed as a doctor in the imperial hospital, and your father needs to come to congratulate him in person, and I also want to come to see Xue Mi, so won't the second brother be left alone at home?I had to take it with me, but it’s okay—”

Yan Lingzhi changed the subject and observed Zheng Zhuoyun's expression: "Second brother had a bad time in the past six months, just like a girl came to Fuling City to look for you, but she didn't find anyone, so she came to the governor's mansion to treat second brother. I'm sick. Hey—after all, it's better to be my sweetheart, and the second brother is much better."

Tan Zhenming raised his leg and kicked Yanling's foot, as if he was dissatisfied, but his brows and eyes showed infinite satisfaction.

It seemed that he had a really good time during that time.

Zheng Zhuoyun's complexion became even worse, and he could only reply with a sneer, "Really?"

Everyone knows Tan Zhenming's thoughts on Zheng Yirong.

Yan Lingzhi snorted coldly in his heart, held Xue Mi's hand again, and asked, "What smells so fragrant?"

Xue Mi remembered the plum blossom cake she made for Zheng Zhuoyun, and immediately pulled them in bouncingly: "Let me tell you, the food made by Madam Liao is delicious! You came here before you touched the chopsticks." What a coincidence to come here!"

Tan Zhenming smiled warmly: "What? Are you not welcome?"

"How could it be?" Xue Mi went to hold Tan Zhenming's arm again, "Second Brother, how do you feel meeting Miss Zheng this time?"

Tan Zhenming, who was originally pale, showed a little ruddy shyness on his face, like a young girl who has never left the court and praised her beloved lover when she got together with her close friends.

Everything is not in words.

They won't be in Kyoto for long, and they don't plan to spend New Years here.

Human beings have a trait called falling leaves returning to their roots. Those who are high officials, even if they have their own houses in the capital, hope to retire and return to their hometowns, and their souls return to their hometowns.

Kyoto is not their home, so they naturally wouldn't stay because of Xue Mi, a person who has no blood relationship at all.

The atmosphere is slightly off.

Xue Mi didn't notice anything wrong, but she just felt something was wrong.

At least the smile on Zheng Zhuoyun's face was not as sincere as when he first heard they were coming.

"When are you two going to get engaged?" Tan Zhenming tasted the plum cake, it tasted really good, and glanced at the two people sitting together.

When Zheng Zhuoyun and Xue Mi heard this, their backs straightened and they became nervous.

But the difference is that Zheng Zhuoyun is frustrated, while Xue Mi is shy.

They all said that a girl can get engaged when she is old enough. Although there are no too perverted love words, Xue Mi believes that he knows this matter well.

But when Tan Zhenming suddenly put it on the bright side, everyone would be a little nervous.

Xue Mi quietly glanced at Zheng Zhuoyun, his jaw was straight, his eyes were slightly closed, and his eyes were covered by the slender shadows of eyelashes, so he couldn't see the specific emotions clearly.

With just such a glance, Xue Mi suddenly felt that she had no idea.

Because of this expression, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look happy or shy.

Probably because it was too blunt. Shizi has always been an introverted person, and he is somewhat rigid in his bones. These things should not be brought out directly.Xue Mi made excuses for him in her heart.

And, believe in yourself.

That uneasy feeling returned.

It was probably because the sudden silence lasted for too long, three pairs of eyes were looking at him, Zheng Zhuoyun rolled his Adam's apple, took a piece of plum cake, and lowered his eyes: "Ah, Xue Mi hasn't reached her age yet, so don't worry about it for now."

Bad, he's in a bad mood right now.

The haze that should have dissipated is now cloudy again.

why?
What happened recently?
Countless signs.

The court began to attack Xue Mi's affairs in the Imperial College, and many people complained that Zheng Zhuoyun borrowed the emperor's prestige.

After Mrs. Chen came forward, she began to ask him about Xue Mi's marriage, but he only said that Xue Mi was his sister.

By the way, when Zheng Zhuoyun came back, he wanted to ask about Xue Mi and Chen Hengshan.

A person will not help another person for no reason, Chen Chen is interested in Xue Mi because of Chen Hengshan.

tangled.

It seems that this knot will never be untied.

Zheng Zhuoyun raised his eyes, the pain in his eyes was like a whirlpool, he frowned slightly, and looked at Tan Zhenming.

The hand holding the pastry trembled slightly, Zheng Zhuoyun felt as if he had come to a dead end, there was no way out everywhere, darkness and coldness followed him.

He needs a light.

Just like a long time ago, he read a book all night in the governor's mansion because of his illness, and he propped himself up to light a lamp for him.

Light in darkness.

But Xue Mi, who was too obvious and was very sensitive to such things recently, was stunned.

She lowered her head, her face full of astonishment, hiding the panic in her eyes.

A chill ran from the soles of the feet to the back of the head along the spine.

Really cold and cold.

Looking back on it later, she just remembered that one winter's night before she turned 15, she understood.

"What are you two doing here?" Shangguan Wanyue put away the arrow, raised her eyebrows and looked at Chu Yunshen and Chen Hengshan.

Behind Chen Hengshan was a man wearing a cloak. His entire face was hidden under the shadow of the cloak, and his face was completely invisible. His body was surprisingly tall, and he looked like a practitioner.

Chu Yunshen pointed to the people behind Chen Hengshan, with a playful smile, as if they regarded the barracks as their own home, and sat down wherever they could find a place: "Wrong, it should be three things."

Chen Hengshan had never been to a military camp before, and he expressed that he was not used to those big guys who started talking big after drinking and the rudimentary environment—it felt like the air could leak in from inside the tent, and his brows were always frowned.

He was also acquainted with Shangguan Wanyue and Shangguan Wenchao, so he could come in.

Shangguan Wenchao kicked the unruly Chu Yunshen, correcting his obtrusive sitting posture with his legs crossed.

"What are you doing?" Chu Yunshen held the place where he kicked him, and it really hurt a little.

Shangguan Wenchao glanced at him, leaned against the edge of the table and let out a cold snort.

Whether there is any personal hatred in this kick is another matter.

"Who is he?" Shangguan Wenchao raised his chin and looked at the person behind Chen Hengshan.

The barracks are strictly disciplined, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter at all, and they will be searched.

Shouldn't it be Chen Hengshan's guard?
Shangguan Wanyue carefully observed the person's figure, some fluffy cloaks made the figure too straight, and there was no way to see any familiarity.

(End of this chapter)