Uncle, I will marry you

Chapter 40 Quarrel
Withdrawing his hand, "Are you sure you are not lying? Serve? How?"

"The villain dare not! It's all the truth. Serving is a man serving a man." After finishing speaking tremblingly, the young man couldn't help but run away.It's better to die than to face these two people.One is cold and strange, and the other looks like a banished fairy, but actually has a devil's heart.

Men serve men?Clenched fists.

Turning back with a sneer, he said, "Uncle Huang, how do you explain this?"

Puyang Fenghua looked at the boy with fried hair and spread his hands, "To prove whether you like men, I called a few young men of different styles to test it." He said extremely innocently, as if he was talking about Chinese cabbage and young men. Cabbage difference.

How many different styles?I really want to know how the organization of Puyang Fenghua's head is connected, and he even came up with such a trick to verify it.

"Uncle Huang, how can you let other men come..." Puyang Yuren was already mad with anger, how could she feel like her husband asked other men to sleep with her?

"Ayu...don't be angry." Puyang Yuren held the boy's hand, smiled warmly, hey...he's using the beauty trick again.

Don't start, tell yourself, Yu Ren, be more confident...

"Ayu...not angry." Puyang Fenghua held the boy's hand and said slightly aggrieved.

Don't start again, tell yourself again, Yuren, let's be more aggressive...

"Ayu..."

After all, Puyang Yuren sighed: "Uncle Huang, is this your punishment?"

nodded.

Laughing self-deprecatingly, "Uncle, who do you think you are? Apart from having a blood relationship with me, why would you do this?" That was humiliation, absolute humiliation!Even if she is a man, should she do this?What's more, she is a woman, what should she do if her identity is discovered?Moreover, she actually hates men's behavior so much, how many men are there to serve her?What a hard-working uncle, he took care of him in every possible way.

Backed away again and again, let go of the young man's hand, calm eyes rippled with a touch of sadness, looked at the strong dissatisfaction in the young man's eyes, and whispered: "I am not..." Opened his mouth, but finally couldn't explain it.Because he couldn't figure out what he meant by doing so.Maybe it was really dizzy at the time.

"Uncle Huang, you are an elder, but you can't trample on my dignity like this." In fact, she didn't really care about a few men climbing onto her bed, what she cared about was who called these people.

After speaking, he walked angrily towards the outside of Xiaoguan Hall, leaving Puyang Fenghua standing there alone.

"Ayu..." The murmur of the two words fell into the dust.

Did he tell him that he would feel faintly jealous when he saw a few young ladies approaching him?It's ridiculous when you think about it... The habit of cutting off sleeves that he hates the most seems to have happened to him?

No... absolutely not.

The fluctuating eye waves have gradually calmed down, and I don't know whether it is filled with cold water or solid ice.

As soon as Lu Sheng came back, he ran into the scene of the two uncles and nephews arguing, and he could only see it from a distance. When the young man passed by him, he wanted to complain for his master. Thinking about it, he still resisted the urge.

The master doesn't like other people meddling in his affairs, and he has always firmly remembered this point. When he walked out of the small hall, he happened to bump into Yu Huang and Wen Yu who came over.

"Master!" Yu Huang smiled brightly when she saw the cold young man.

Infected by the girl, Puyang Yuren smiled: "You guys are here."

Looking at the young man who came out alone, Yu Huang wisely kept silent, and the smile hidden in the corner of his mouth became so mocking.Puyang Fenghua, if you don't know the secret, you are doomed to take many detours.Moreover, it is possible to go to a dead end.

"Young Master, where are we going?" Wen Yu stood aside, quietly falling into the night like a drizzle in March.

"Where is this?" It should not be in Wanggui City. The architectural style is somewhat similar, but it is definitely not.

"This is Miaomiao City, which is more than 100 miles away from Liwanggui City." Yuhuang told the truth.

Surprised in my heart, I didn't expect that after one night, she was already more than 100 miles away, and Puyang Fenghua's lightness kung fu had reached a level that she couldn't even imagine, and she would come to Miaomiao City with such a big person.

"Go to Yunzhou." She was going to see how Su Qingyi was doing over there, and then to see if this Yunzhou in the Nanjing city of Jiangnan was really rich in the world.

"Yes."

Looking at the three horses standing in front of her with satisfaction, Yu Huang was always at ease when doing things.

Because it was early in the morning, Puyang Yuren jumped on the horse, and lashed the whip fiercely. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared in the small hall.

Looking back, he took a light look, and saw a bright red color drifting past the door, it was too fast, so he didn't see it clearly.

Lu Sheng looked at his master tangled, then at the three running horses, and sighed.

"Let's go." Puyang Fenghua got into the carriage, leaving behind a scent of lotus.

Sitting in the teahouse full of people, Puyang Yuren in plain white and Yuhuang in bright red sat in the most inconspicuous corner, listening to what everyone was talking about.

Dozens of people sat together, with one person as the center, looking at the crowd in the center with concentration.

"Oh... have you ever heard of Li Anyang?" The person who spoke had the appearance of a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek. Judging from his appearance, he was by no means a good person.

Everyone's expressions were a little impatient, as long as they were the people of Zhou Kingdom, I am afraid that everyone would know about this person.That is another legend of the Zhou Kingdom. He joined the army at the age of 14 and has never lost a battle in four years.

"The name of the general is taboo, but you can call it directly." Suddenly, the eleven or twelve-year-old child stood up angrily and asked.

"Hehehe... so what about the general, little old man, I only respect those who are worthy of respect. How can he be worthy of a broken sleeve?" A sharp voice sounded in the court.

His words were thrown into the crowd like a bomb, and everyone exploded because of that sentence!

"Old man He! Stop talking nonsense, and be careful that your head will be chopped off!" One person stood up angrily and shouted.

(End of this chapter)