After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 406 I am her man!

Not far away, Murong Jinglue had a panoramic view of the confrontation between the two men.

A knowing chuckle flashed across his eyes, he stepped forward calmly and called: "Hehuan."

"Acacia?!" Rong Jiarong was like a lion with explosive fur, "What did you just call her?!"

Murong Jinglue pretended to be puzzled: "Hehuan, Master Rong, didn't you hear it? Why ask again?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and gently held Yu Hehuan's hand: "Grandma and the others are talking in the hanging flower hall, let's go there too. Some things should be explained to Xiao Fengxian and grandma."

Yu Hehuan glanced at Rong Jiarong and walked side by side with Murong Jinglue very cooperatively: "That's what my husband said."

Rong Jiarong's face was livid, and he followed closely and shouted: "Yu Hehuan, didn't you say you don't like Murong Jinglue?! Why did you call him husband?! What are you doing?! And you, Murong Jinglue?!" Lieutenant, please release your hands quickly!"

Murong Jinglue was very tall. Even though Rong Jiarong was already taller than an ordinary man, he was still half a head taller than Rong Jiarong.

He spoke condescendingly and said warmly: "Hehuan and I are a couple who have worshiped heaven and earth. Let alone holding hands, what if we sleep together? Is Mr. Rong being too lenient? Who is Mr. Rong to Hehuan?"

"I--"

Rong Jiarong choked on his words.

Yes, who is he from Yuhehuan?
He seemed to be nothing.

He clenched his fists and his face gradually turned red. When he looked at Yu Hehuan, he had something to say, but he was embarrassed to say it because of his face.

Yu Hehuan waited impatiently and said to Murong Jing: "Leave him alone, let's go."

Rong Jiarong watched the two people walking side by side through the verandah, and the fire he was holding in his chest gradually began to burn.

He ran after him as if he was ready to fight, held down Murong Jinglue's shoulders, and punched him hard in the face!
He said with red eyes: "Murong Jinglue, you ask me who she is?! I am her man! The one who will be inseparable for eight lifetimes!"

Murong Jing slightly covered his injured left eye and staggered back a few steps.

Yu Hehuan took a breath of cold air and quickly supported him. When she looked at Rong Jiarong, she felt helpless and angry: "You are too harsh! Speak politely, who are you going to hit? You dare to hit the matchmaker..."

"Who told him to deliberately show off his power?" Rong Jiarong was not angry, and then he seemed to remember something and asked in confusion, "What did you just say, what kind of matchmaker?"

Yu Hehuan ignored him and only asked Murong Jinglue with concern: "Are you okay? I'll go find the doctor -"

"It doesn't matter." Murong Jing waved his hand magnanimously, "Master Rong has never practiced kung fu, so one punch is nothing. I have done everything I can to help you, and the rest is up to you."

He nodded to Rong Jiarong again, and then walked towards the hanging flower hall alone.

Rong Jiarong became more and more puzzled: "What on earth are you two playing? Yu Hehuan, you don't want to treat me like a dog, do you?"

Yu Hehuan spat: "You are no different from a dog. You are stupid. Can't you see that Mr. Murong just provoked you? If it weren't for his words, I would have to wait until the end of the world to hear your true words. . If we are together, what is he if he is not a matchmaker?"

She hummed softly, turned towards the pond outside the corridor, and slowly wrapped the handkerchief between her fingers.

Rong Jiarong was embarrassed.

He had no choice but to approach Yu Hehuan with a shy face, and said with a red face: "I have been arguing with you for so many years, and you are suddenly asked to tell you that I like you, how can I say it? Aren't I ashamed too? "Yu Hehuan glanced at him: "Then do you like me or not? Do you want to marry me?"

"I think so!" Rong Jiarong agreed simply, "If I didn't like you, why would I go all the way to bring you that skull sculpture?"

Mentioning the bone carving made Jade Acacia angry.

She shook her fan and said, "Don't bring this kind of thing next time. Don't you know what I like? Gold, pearls, jade, agate, coral, antiques. In short, just bring whatever is rich and noble!"

Rong Jiarong smiled and said yes.

As the two of them walked towards the Weeping Flower Hall, Rong Jiarong asked again: "Then what is our relationship now?"

Yu Hehuan couldn't answer either.

She thought for a while and then said: "Anyway, I will make peace with Murong Jinglue sooner or later. Then you can just marry me again."

"By the way," Rong Jiarong suppressed his smile, "You just told Murong Jinglue that you were going to explain to Mrs. Wei and Xiao Fengxian. What do you want to explain? Could it be that you found something in Murong Prime Minister's Mansion? Having said that, , Why do I think that Murong Jinglue and that old fox Murong Tao are not the same people? Aren’t they grandparents?”

"It's a long story. Murong Jinglue and I haven't decided when to bring it up." Yu Hehuan's expression also became serious, "Let's go back to the Chuihua Hall first and spend this New Year well."

The New Year's Eve banquet at the Zhenguo Palace was very festive and lively.

Everyone was talking and laughing around Mrs. Wei, and the commotion didn't end until the fireworks were set off at midnight.

Mrs. Wei hugged Wei Zi and smiled from ear to ear.

She had not had such a happy New Year's Eve for several years.

She gently stroked Wei Zi's hair and said kindly: "I hope that today next year, grandma can still celebrate the New Year with Xiao Zi."

Wei Zi whispered softly: "Grandma will live a long life, and Xiao Zi will be with you every year in the future."

……

On the first day of the first lunar month, according to the rules of the Zhou Dynasty, all civil and military officials and their families would enter the palace for a banquet.

Wei Zi also entered the palace with everyone in the Zhenguo Palace.

Because Zhou Xianji was newly mourned, she only wore a plain white crescent skirt, wrapped in a cloak with a rabbit fur collar. She had two simple silver tassels on her temples. She had black hair, strong muscles, and red lips. As for Zhu, her overly beautiful face became more and more outstanding among the dazzling women, and her pure innocence like a snow demon attracted the attention of many people.

Xiao Fengxian noticed some of the impatient looks, raised her eyebrows impatiently, glared around fiercely, and firmly protected Wei Zi behind her.

He was extremely handsome, but he also had a sinister and murderous aura, as if he had crawled out of a pile of the dead. Those men with ulterior motives did not dare to covet Wei Zi anymore and just withdrew their gazes in embarrassment.

Xiao Lingxiao, who was accompanying the eldest princess Zhou Yanxue, naturally noticed Xiao Fengxian and Wei Zi.

He couldn't help clenching his hands.

Zhou Xianyang was defeated and killed, and Wei Feishan was missing. Now he had no choice but to continue to cling to the eldest princess.

Unexpectedly, Wei Zi, who was sent to the underground palace, escaped in glory again. The concubine whom he stepped under his feet in the past was also very prominent and prosperous, which made him particularly down and out. The flowers on his temples were even more... He is always reminding everyone that he, Xiao Lingxiao, is no longer the high-spirited Jinshi, but a face-shou who needs to serve a whole generation older than him!