After I quit my relationship, my fiancé was attacked by me

Chapter 223
The wind is cold, the sun is slanting to the west, and the white snow on the eaves is printed with the warm orange glow. Ignoring the disasters outside the city, the scenery looks so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated. I wish God would be like this all winter.

After the case was closed, the prison guards escorted the criminals out of the hall, the people scolded a group of heartless people and dispersed, and Fu Xuan also turned around with tired steps.

At this time, the young minister in the hall called out to her——

"Help, help the girl, wait a moment."

Fu Xuan turned her head in a daze, recovered from her mind, and greeted with a smile: "Zhou Shitu."

Zhou Xi smiled awkwardly and foolishly, "You are the only one who still calls me Zhou Shitu."

It was only then that Fu Xuan realized that she had made a slip of the tongue. Now that he had a different identity, she apologized: "Zhou Shaoqing, I didn't mean to offend."

"Nothing, nothing!" Zhou Xi hurriedly said, "You're not wrong."

Zhou Xi is an admirer of Mr. Wuliu, and he likes his poems very much. Not only did he like it, but he also wrote his poems all over his body when he was a child. Incomplete.

Not only that, but there are even pictures beside each poem.

At that time, he often explained to his little friends like a few treasures: "Here is 'Growing beans at the foot of the South Mountain, the grass is full of bean sprouts', you can see if there are bean sprouts, there are not many leaves, and there is a lot of grass. ', Hoe, did you see it? There is still a waist behind, 'The mountain air is beautiful at sunset, and the birds return with each other', are there any birds?"

Finally, he pointed to the buttocks: "This sentence is 'picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence'." Everyone looked over, and there was indeed a "grand scene" of Mr. Wuliu bowing to pick chrysanthemums on his buttocks.

This feat was passed on to ten, ten to hundreds, and everyone in the streets of Jingzhou at that time knew it well.

The young gentlemen who like to make nicknames for others called him "Mr. Wuliu Xingshitu", took his surname, and gave him the nickname "Zhou Shitu". They called him every day, and later, they grew up together The little girls in the village didn't call him Zhou Zhoulang anymore, they called him Zhou Shitu. Those who didn't know thought "Shitu" was Zhou Xi's name.

Recalling the "feat" in childhood, Zhou Xi's delicate face turned red instantly, and said: "It can be called whatever you want."

Fu Xuan smiled politely and looked up at him.

It's only been a year since the farewell, apart from still blushing, the person in front of him has changed a lot.Zhou Xi was naughty and active when he was young, and he was still crying until last year, but now he is a handsome young man, with the quality of pines and cypresses, with the aura of an official all over his body, and the sharpness of a prisoner in his eyes.

Fu Xuan looked at him, and Zhou Xi naturally looked at her too.

Delicate and glamorous, the hibiscus in the distant mountains is graceful and graceful, and the eyebrows are full.

This little girl from the Fu family...can't look any further.

After a brief silence, Zhou Xi blushed and coughed weakly, and said, "I heard about General Fu when I was in Jingzhou, so I'm sorry."

Fu Xuan smiled lightly, and replied: "Yes. It's all over."

He asked again: "Why did you come to Dali Temple? When did you like this kind of detective work?"

In Fuxuan's impression, the young son of the Zhou family is still the cowardly son who messed around with Fuxuan and turned pale when he was frightened by Fuxuan's monster stories.

Zhou Xi was a little excited and said: "It is precisely because I admire Mr. Chang Heng's literary skills and admiration for his elegance and talent that I have devoted myself to studying the case and prison. I want to be like him, with a strategy in mind, and do my best for the leader. "

Changheng... sir?
Fu Xuan's eyes widened.One is because he sent Xie Zhan to the altar, and the other is that if this Zhou Shitu "abandoned" Mr. Wuliu and fell in love with Xie Changheng, then he has Xie Changheng's poems and accompanying paintings...

Did Xie Changheng also praise "Chrysanthemum"?

Haven't picked, picked, picked chrysanthemums?
Fu Xuan closed her eyes, raised her hand to stroke her forehead to block her sight, and stared at Zhou Xi's buttocks uncontrollably.

At this moment, Xie Zhan, who looked alienated and indifferent, appeared outside the lobby, looking at the "lonely man and widow" in the lobby with unpredictable eyes.

Zhou Xi saw him first, and hurriedly bowed his hands and saluted respectfully, "Why hasn't Xie Siqing come down yet?"

Fuxuan's neck froze in place, and out of the corner of her eye, she could catch a glimpse of the terrifying aura of the black robe and cloak, and if she could see him from her angle, then he must also be able to see her eyes.

Could it be... Xie Zhan saw her sizing up Zhou Xi!
Xie Zhan raised his eyebrows, said with a stern voice, "Yes. Let's go."

These words were obviously addressed to herself, Fu Xuan hurriedly bid farewell to her childhood friend, raised her skirt and followed Xie Zhan from a distance, went out through the side door, and got into his carriage.

As expected, when she got into the carriage, what Fu Xuan saw was Xie Zhan, who was beating on the folding fan and squinting at him.

Fu Xuan consciously sat beside him, said "cold", and slipped into his arms, wrapping her hands around her waist, hugging the ground tightly.

Xie Zhan had a cold face and frowned slightly, "Let go."

"I don't!" Fu Xuan refuses without thinking.

Xie Zhan snorted coldly, didn't say a word, didn't raise his arms to put his arms around her shoulders, and let her hug him like green pines and cypresses, straight and motionless.

Obviously, Xie Zhan was able to say the phrase "don't say hello that shouldn't be said", because he knew that she met Zhou Xi and was bumped into by him again. If she didn't explain, she might jump to the Yellow River and not be able to explain.

She clearly has no friendship with that crybaby.

Thinking of this, Fu Xuan's face climbed up from Xie Zhan's chest, first she leaned into his neck, rubbed her forehead against his chin, then raised her arms around the neck that was not bent half an inch, borrowed her strength, and put her head on the On his shoulders, face to his profile, close to each other.

She exhaled like blue towards him, and said in a rambling manner:

"You said why those disaster victims clearly got the help of the Fu family. When they had no food, our rations helped them tide over the difficulties, but when they turned around and saw that the Wang family gave more, they blamed the Fu family... "

"I eat and sleep in the open for them every day. My face hurts from the wind, my hands hurt from the cold, my legs get cold after sitting for a long time, and my feet hurt when I stand up. It gets cold after hugging the stove for a while. I have never suffered from it at my age. This kind of suffering, I have never seen such a bad behavior..."

She leaned against his ear and babbled for a while, but Xie Zhan didn't respond at all.

Seeing that he was indifferent to her suffering, Fu Xuan paused for a while, thinking about how to smoothly cut into Zhou Xi's topic, then raised her eyes and secretly looked at Xie Zhan again.

He met his deep and sullen eyes.

The four eyes met, the air was silent for a moment, and there was no words for a long time.

"He asked you to marry him?" In the silence, Xie Zhan asked suddenly.

Fu Xuan's eyes flickered, and she subconsciously blurted out: "No, no!"

Seeing her pupils turning left and right, Xie Zhan snorted lightly, lying in front of his eyes so that he would not see through, obviously, she still owed her time.

Silence again.

Fu Xuan took a deep breath and tried to explain: "Actually, I just saw Zhou Shitu because of him..."

Poetry?

Heh, have you called out all the words?

Xie Zhan's blood surged up, and he grabbed the neck of the person hanging on his body involuntarily.

"boom!"

Fuxuan's body swayed, her mind went into a daze, and in a moment of dizziness, she was pushed down on the couch by Xie Zhan.

When Fu Xuan's eyes widened in shock due to the sudden change, the man on his face opened his thin lips and bit her lips.

　Mr. Wuliu: Tao Yuanming.

　　Zhou Xi's story is based on the story of Ge Qing, a fan of Bai Juyi in the late Tang Dynasty, recorded in Duan Chengshi's "Youyang Zazu".

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　　Xuanxuan: Zhou Shitu didn't draw him on his butt, did he?

　　Xie Zhan: What do you see his ass doing?
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　　I may not be able to write more updates today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)