"Heh~"

Rong Yan circled her waist, lowered his head and kissed her very gently.

A numbing feeling came over her, and Jiaojiao shrank her neck.

After a while,

Jiaojiao couldn't breathe before she let go. Rong Yan's eyes were fond of her, he held her face and wiped the corners of her mouth, and laughed softly.

Jiaojiao felt her face heat up, hugged Brother Yan, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Yan still laughs at me. I'm the one who takes the initiative to kiss you. Brother Yan obviously likes him."

The curvature of the corners of Rong Yan's mouth became wider, and he leaned into the person's ear and whispered softly: "Well, then I'll take the initiative."

After saying that, he directly picked up the person with his big hands and walked to the pavilion inside.

Before Jiaojiao could react, she subconsciously circled his neck. She took a look at Tingzi and her cheeks turned red. She hurriedly whispered, "Hey, Brother Yan, someone will see you soon."

Rong Yan curled his lips and deliberately joked: "So what if I saw it."

Jiaojiao's snow-white skin instantly turned red when she heard that. She grabbed the man's collar and shook her head, shyly saying, "No, my parents, uncles and aunts are still waiting in the front yard. We can't do this."

Rong Yan smiled and tapped her forehead with his finger, then entered the pavilion and hugged her on the stone bench.

"I'm standing on my toes, my feet are sore."

Rong Yan, wearing Buddhist robes, bent down to take off his shoes, and then gently massaged her.

Jiaojiao immediately blushed, feeling that this was more intimate than a kiss, and she was so ticklish that her feet felt so itchy that she wanted to pull them back.

"Brother Yan, I, my feet are no longer sore..."

Seeing her like this, Rong Yan had no choice but to give up, put on her shoes, and raised his hand to pat the bamboo leaves off her robe.

Jiaojiao stood up quickly, hugged his arm with a blushing face, and said softly: "Thank you, brother Yan."

Rong Yan stroked her black hair and replied with a smile: "My Jiaojiao has been wronged. Brother Yan will be more proactive in the future."

Jiaojiao raised the corner of her mouth, pecked his chin, and whispered: "I know brother Yan is afraid that my parents will think too much. From today on, there is no need to be afraid."

Rong Yan chuckled, took the initiative to kiss the tip of her nose again, and said, "Okay."

When the two returned again, everyone looked at them with smiles. Bao Ya joked: "Oh, these two are back."

Everyone chuckled.

Jiaojiao smiled sheepishly and said naively: "Sister, I just went out to get some fresh air."

After saying that, Jiaojiao hurriedly walked to her mother and sat down.

"Okay Bao Ya, don't tease your sister anymore." Liu Zhihua said with a smile, caressing Bao Bao's little face, feeling a little emotional in her heart.

Unknowingly, the youngest Jiaojiao was about to get married. She hadn't been back for two days, and she couldn't bear to leave her just thinking about it.

Rong Yan looked gentle and walked to the side to sit down.

Rong's father also came over and whispered: "Xiao Liu, Jiaojiao is younger than you, you are not allowed to bully others because of your age."

Rong Yan: "..."

Rong Qingyan couldn't help but burst into laughter when she heard this. Lele, who was eating cakes at the side, quickly turned around and said, "Hey, who is laughing?"

Rong Yan rubbed her temples and looked over. Rong Qingyan immediately put away her smile and closed her mouth tightly.

Lele saw her mother's expression was strange, tilted her head and asked: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

How could Rong Qingyan dare to say anything? She hugged her daughter, laughed, and said in a low voice: "Mom just suddenly thought of something fun. Now she is a guest in a mansion, and we will have fun together when we get home."

Lele was very curious after hearing this, and nodded obediently, "Okay."

Rong's father also coughed lightly and explained to his son in a low voice: "Dad didn't mean that you are older. What he means is that you are older than Jiaojiao. Jiaojiao is young and ignorant. You have to be careful and don't let it go."

Your father-in-law and mother-in-law are very caring."

Rong Yan raised his eyes and glanced at his father, and said cooperatively: "Yes, I understand."

"Oh, that's good."

Rong's father was very happy, as he had finalized the marriage of the last son in the family, with a smile on his face.

The two families gathered together for lunch, and Rong's family did not leave until it got late.

Many people watched, so that early the next morning, the entire capital was filled with news of the engagement between the Imperial Master and Princess Huixin.

The Imperial Preceptor is the man in the dreams of many women in the capital. Hearing this news, many women were sad and shed tears, secretly envying Princess Huixin.

When Princess Xiwei, who already had a consort, heard about it, she smashed everything in the house like crazy and burst into tears.

Many maids saw the prince-in-law going to persuade others, but ended up slamming the door and leaving without even having a cup of tea, and their faces were very ugly.

The queen and the prince in the palace heard that Murong Yun directly sent a lot of colorful clothes and jewelry to congratulate them. Duan Yu personally delivered them to the door, and the prince secretly followed them in the team.

Wang Zhuangzhi and Liu Zhihua met with Duan Yu to talk, while Jiaojiao talked with Zong'er.

Jiaojiao has not seen Zonger for three years. Not only has her face grown, but she has also grown very tall. He is only seven years old and already reaches her heart. He is a very handsome boy.

"Aunt Jiaojiao is so wonderful! Zong'er admires the Imperial Master very much. He taught me a lesson. He is very smart and upright. It is very suitable for you to marry him. I will definitely be happy in the future."

Zong'er's face is green and a little calm, and he is analyzed like an adult.

These words made Jiaojiao laugh, she touched his little hand with emotion, and praised: "Zong'er is also smart, just like my aunt thought. My aunt also thinks that the national teacher is excellent..."

Zong'er blushed and put his hands behind his back, stammering: "That's good, Aunt Jiaojiao, Zong'er is already seven years old."

Jiaojiao didn't react for a moment, but then she understood what this little guy meant. Feelings shouldn't be touched casually.

She smiled helplessly, "Then I won't touch it next time."

Zong'er smiled sheepishly and suddenly said: "Aunt Jiaojiao, I haven't left the palace for a long time without you. Zong'er managed to sneak out. Let's go shopping together."

"Okay, let's have some snacks by the way." Jiaojiao agreed with a smile.

Today I will show gifts to Aunt Ying and Uncle Qian, and tomorrow will be the day of their wedding.

Zong'er didn't expect Aunt Jiaojiao to be so happy. His eyes lit up and he happily replied: "Yeah, Aunt Jiaojiao still understands me."

In the palace, he had no shortage of food, clothing, toys, and books. The only thing he missed was those unseen folk snacks, which had a unique flavor. Unfortunately, his mother was worried about something happening and would not allow him to go out to eat these things.

Only Aunt Jiaojiao would happily eat with him. Everyone else looked nervous, fearing that someone would harm the prince.

"Okay, let's pack up and go..."

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At the same time,

Rong Yan was waiting at the intersection, wearing an elegant brocade robe. In order not to attract attention, his eyebrows were simple and his face was not so outstanding, but his posture was superior and upright, and he still had a unique temperament standing there.

Women passing by would look at her quietly, then shyly leave with a veil on her face.
Chapter completed!