Marry A Younger Husband

Su Meng pillow looked at the rough pottery tea Ou floating above the swirling tea powder, mixed with a little bit of tea stem, in the heart of all kinds of taste, but not a word. Jiangnan is a good place for tea production. There are dozens of tea gardens under the name of the villa. Even a servant can drink tea hundreds of times better than this.

Aunt Zhao told granny Yan to go down, and then waved to Su Meng pillow: "come on, sit closer, let me have a good look at you."

Su Meng pillow moved for a moment. Aunt Zhao trembled and held his face. There was a complex smile on her lips, shallow, light, gratifying, sad

"Pillow, why are you crying?"

Su Meng pillow turned his head and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes: "I didn't cry."

"No, you just cried." Aunt Zhao's smile rippling from the corner of her mouth, like April sunshine, can penetrate the heart.

She was a little proud, like a child: "I remember the last time you cried, it was when your father took me as my concubine."

"Shuer..."

"Call me aunt. I'm your aunt, your father's concubine."

"I should have taken you far away."

"I chose the road. I don't blame you at all."

"But I blame myself."

"Well, don't be sad. Now I just want to get revenge. I don't want anything else."

"Did you send someone to kill Xiao Mo'er?"

"Yes, it's me." Aunt Zhao's voice was calm, but her eyes were as cold as the cold wind.

"Why do you want to fight against little Mo'er? He's just a kid. He doesn't know anything. "

"This child is becoming more and more lovely. I think if my child is alive, he will be as lovely as him when he grows up."

"Xiao Mo'er has drawn the faces of the two murderers. The Yamen will find them soon. If they bite you out, you will die."

Aunt Zhao was slightly stunned: "I forgot that little Mo'er never forgets, and he has a good hand at painting. He is really a smart child!"

"How can you contact people outside to kill people for you if you don't go out of the villa?" Su Mengzhen stares at Aunt Zhao.

"Geng Liu, the gardener, paid for the man."

Our ancestors like flowers and plants. The mountain villa is also full of exotic flowers and plants. There are at least a dozen gardeners, big and small. Our ancestors have four Tianyang pavilions, and Geng Liu is one of them. Su Mengzhen, who is No. 400, remembers everyone's name and even their details. He sends people to know them clearly.

Geng Liu, originally a prisoner of death, was granted amnesty and freedom by the emperor. Later, he went to work with master Su, who took a fancy to his skill of growing flowers and plants and gave him to his ancestors. But Geng Liu had a problem, that is, he was addicted to alcohol and often went crazy with it, so he was not pleasant.

"How can Geng Liu listen to you?"

Aunt Zhao's Phoenix eyes are tactful. Yingying looks at Su Meng pillow. Her bewitching eyes almost devour him: "how many men are there in the world who see me but don't move?"

"You mean..."

Aunt Zhao put up a finger, slender white fingers: "a kiss, in exchange for a man to work hard for himself, pillow, you are a businessman, you say, is this deal worth it?"

"It seems that Geng Liu can't stay!"

"Why, are you jealous?"

"For your safety, Geng Liu and the two murderers can't live."

Aunt Zhao sighed gently: "poor, there are three lives in your hands, pillow son, you are not afraid of Yamen find you?"

Su Meng pillow desolate smile: "Shu son, my body for your life, not less."

"No matter how many lives you carry, the Danshu Tieqi granted by Emperor Taizu, no matter how many people you kill, as long as you don't rebel, as long as you are still Su, you will be safe. Even if the Yamen finds you, they can't move you."

"I hope this is the last time, killing for you."

"Otherwise, you help me kill Feng Qianxi and her two sons. I will listen to you in the future." Aunt Zhao attached to his ear, blowing, voice very provocative.

"I have something else to do. I'll go first." Su Mengzhen stood up in a panic, made a bow and left in a hurry.

Aunt Zhao takes up the tea and blows a thin layer of ripples. She looks up at Su Mengzhen's back gradually, and there is a trace of loneliness in her eyes.

……Shuilinlang was woken up by the noise outside the katydids hall early in the morning. He took his clothes and put them on carelessly. From the inner room to the outer room, there was no one to wait on.

Go to vestibule, work Gu flurried ground walked to come over: "young lady, bad, dead."

"Don't come across a little thing and die. It makes people feel that the people in our family are not safe."

"Oh, miss, it's really dead. I picked it up in the lotus pond at the door."

"What's the matter?" Surprised, shuilinlang trots towards the door.

Plop!

A small figure ran into her arms, did not knock her down, but fell a somersault.

"Young master, are you ok? Are you hurt?" Dingdang came nervously, but his pace was a bit faltering, and one hand was still holding his buttock. He thought it was because he took little Mo'er out to play and ate the board last time.

Little Mo'er pushed his glasses, which were about to fall from his nose, got up, patted the dust on his face, took out the ivory fracture fan from his sleeve, waved it smartly, opened the folding fan, and said, "I've been rolling in the river since I was a child. I've never seen a battle before. What's a fall?"

Ding Dang quickly flattered: "yes, I think that young master, when you boxed Nanshan tiger and kicked Beihai dragon, what a prestige, what a spirit, just a somersault, really nothing."

Shuilinlang chuckles and holds xiaomo'er's hands. His palms have been scratched. She blows into his palms and asks in a soft voice, "does it hurt?"

"Cut, I small Mo son iron bone Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng, this small wound how sufficient?"

"Yes, you're so cheeky. It's nothing to fall off?" Shuilinlang couldn't help wring his fleshy face.

"Stop it, you female flower gatherer. You're all elder brother's people. Can you keep the women's way?"

Water Lin Lang a burst of chestnut hit on his head: "you do not keep women's way!"

"I'm not a woman. What kind of woman do I keep?"

"Why are you here again?" I don't know what's going on. Recently, Xiao Mo'er has been running to the katydids Museum for three days, sometimes several times a day, as if the katydids were holding some treasure.

Small Mo son's heart is a piece of sour, he just wants to take advantage of elder brother not to return before, more see her a few eyes just. Although, even if she becomes a big brother, he can see her at any time. He is just a child. The etiquette is more relaxed for him. No one will say anything even if he passes through the hall. But at that time, his mood will be different.

Shuilinlang is careless and ignores his little worries. Moreover, she would never dream that xiaomo'er would have thought of her at such an age.

"Come on, come with me and see what's going on outside." Shuilinlang is pulling xiaomo'er out.

Little Mo'er tried his best to shrink back and cried, "no, there are dead people outside. I won't go!"

"Well, didn't you say that you have been wallowing in the world since you were a child? Why are you afraid of a dead man? "

"Who... Who says I'm afraid? I'm just... Afraid you can't sleep at night when you see the dead."

"I'm not afraid of the living. I'm afraid of the dead. If you're afraid, go back to the house first."

Little Mo'er was the most irritated, especially in front of the water. He couldn't lose his share, so he stuck his neck and said, "what are you afraid of? Isn't it just a dead man?"