Rebirth: Marrying a Bamboo

Receiving Yi Huang's affirmative answer, Zi Nian's face twisted into a pile.

He knows that Yi Huang is not a frivolous person, and it must be that kind of relationship that can live together.

However, after hearing Yi Huang admit it with his own ears, he still wanted to cry for his master's grievances.

Zhao Fushuang was quite satisfied, "You are so arrogant that people who don't know think you are the owner of this place. Let me tell you the truth, I don't care who he gave this place to before, but I'm here to basically respect you You have to give it to me, and you don't want to use the past to pressure me, my aunt won't accept your trick!"

This time, Zi Nian lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

This garden has been taken care of by his master for thousands of years. Without his master, this place is nothing!

He knows Yi Huang!

But he let this woman run amok.

He is just a man who has a new love and forgot his old love!
Zi Nian said stubbornly: "I, I won't argue with you! In short, you'd better not touch any grass or tree in the back mountain in the future, otherwise, otherwise I won't let you go!"

Zi Nian said that he was going to leave.

Dare to speak harshly?
"Did I let you go?"

Zi Nian: "I'm not from the Mountain Lord's Mansion, it doesn't matter if you are the Mountain Lord's wife, I won't listen to you."

Zhao Fushuang sneered slowly: "It's not from the Shanzhu Mansion that you went to plant flowers and grass in my backyard? I'll shovel them all for you tomorrow!"

Zi Nian opened his eyes angrily, "How dare you!"

"See if I dare!"

After Zhao Fushuang finished speaking, she was about to enter the cave.

Zi Nian actually argued loudly with Yi Huang: "Master of the mountain, the back mountain was mined by my master, and my master has been tending the flowers and plants all these years. You are not qualified to move it. If you move those things, those ancestors will not Let you go."

Grandpa!

My own dog dares to take advantage of the situation to bite its owner!

Zhao Fu's heart suddenly filled with unexplainable anger!

She hurried back.

Right in front of Yi Huang, he kicked Zi Nian in the chest, and Zi Nian was kicked three meters away.

The strength on Zhao Fu's feet was neither too strong nor too small.

"Give you face?" She looked down at Zi Nian on the ground, her voice was cold, "Who are you talking to?"

Yi Huang is a fucking mountain lord!
Just ride on his head.

Still want to pee?

The son crushed his chest in excruciating pain.

Compared with this kick, Zhao Fushuang really saved his hands when he beat him under the peach tree.

Zhao Fu raised her foxy eyes, with an indescribable aura: "Which one of you guys won't let him go?"

Yi Huang looked at Zhao Fushuang who had a cold and small face, and was a little dazed.

Is she protecting him?
After living these long years, has there ever been a woman who openly stood in front of him?

Zi Nian lay on the ground, only then did he realize how offensive his words just now were.

These days, he was angry because Yi Huang had a woman and broke his vow with his master, and Yi Huang obviously indulged this woman, which made it difficult to control his words.

Zi Nian lay on the ground, suddenly started to choke up, tears rolled down one by one, stubbornly refused to speak a word.

When Zi Nian cried, Zhao Fushuang immediately lost half of her anger.

What the hell is this called!
A big man, why cry!

At this time, Yi Huang said calmly: "Zi Nian, you have transformed into a plum tree. It is not easy to practice, and your master has ascended too early. No one taught you, but this is not the reason for your rudeness. You represent Banqing." Do you know how to be cautious in words and deeds?"

In these years, Zi Nian has always kept his own law and order, and has never caused troubles like recently, or even verbal conflicts.

He knew the reason, and Zi Nian was complaining about Yun Banqing in his own way.

This is also the reason why he bullied Zhao Fushuang.

Zhao Fushuang is not an ordinary woman, and she is not one who is willing to suffer.

Therefore, it's not enough to make a small fuss, he is willing to turn a blind eye and wait for them to calm down by themselves.

Never thought that Zi Nian even became angry with him when the trouble became like today.

Zi Nian cried and nodded on the ground, "Zi Nian knows, Zi Nian respects the mountain master as he respects his own master, but the master is gone, and the mountain master has a newcomer, you still let her mess around, and the mountain master is no longer The former mountain lord."

Yi Huang was silent for a long time and then said: "The past is over, but the back mountain is planted by your house, no one can stop it, and no one can eradicate it."

Not even Zhao Fushuang!
There are some things that he should face Zhao Fushuang in front of outsiders, just because he is her husband, but he once promised Yun Banqing, and he will never go back on his word.

Listen to the words of the two of them.

Zhao Fushuang suddenly felt that she was stupid.

What is she in this Mountain Lord's Mansion!

It's okay to play, but you really treat yourself as Mrs. Shanzhu?
It's not that he didn't guess who this kid was, why did he still get angry because of someone else's disrespect?
He Yi Huang is willing to be this worthless, why is she angry? !
Shouldn't she be happy?
How could she be so stupid that she openly clashed with Yun Banqing regardless of the severity?

It's Lang Youqing's concubine's intention to make trouble again, so what's the point of her meddling?
I simply look down on myself for meddling in my own business!

"Zi Nian knows." Zi Nian wiped away his tears and got up and said in a muffled voice, "I knew that the mountain master would not forget my master."

Zhao Fushuang turned around and walked slowly to the entrance of the cave, and heard Yi Huang say: "Zhao Fushuang is the wife I have told the Heavenly Dao, and she is the half-master of the Mountain Lord's Mansion. She has the right to go to the back mountain, so it's embarrassing for her." , I don't want to see it again."

Fuck half master!

disappear as far as you can!

Who cares!
Zi Nian started to cry again: "You really don't want my master? Apart from being good-looking, this woman is no match for my master."

What kind of shit is this!
After arguing for so long with a blushing neck, they even moved their hands, and finally became a dog and a mouse!

Zhao Fushuang went back to bed, covered the quilt and continued to sleep but couldn't fall asleep.

After a while, Yi Huang came back.

Neither of them spoke.

Yi Huang looked at her and went to the desk to continue reading, Zhao Fushuang buried her head and continued to sleep.

I fell asleep in the middle of the night.

Woke up around noon the next day.

She didn't bother to speak, she tidied up the bed, and went lazily and barefooted to find water by the table.

It was when Zhao Fushuang drank the second glass of water that Yi Huang said, "Zi Nian is the transformation of a plum tree, and his mind is not complete. You have taught him a lesson, so you don't have to worry about him in the future."

"Oh, I see." Wasn't he impulsive before, and he wanted to eradicate the flowers and plants in the back mountain, but now his mind has returned to normal after waking up, so what's the fuss with a tree.

After replying, Zhao Fushuang stopped talking and just drank water by herself.

Zhao Fushuang was used to tossing around, so it seemed abnormal to be so well-behaved and sensible all of a sudden.

He couldn't tell what Zhao Fushuang was thinking.

I don't know if when Zi Nian was disrespectful, the angry look on her face was really protecting him, or it was just because she didn't like Zi Nian's behavior, or she was just acting because of her bad nature.

I don't know if she suddenly became obedient, if she was really tired or unwell, or if she was losing her temper.

Yi Huang rubbed the space between his eyebrows, feeling that he really thought too much.

She loses her temper?

What's the matter?
She has always been tormenting others when she is unhappy, but she has never lost her temper by herself.