"So, what have you done in these things?" After Mrs. Yan knew about Tao Qingyin's fate, she naturally felt uncomfortable. She couldn't figure out how Tao Qingyin, a veteran in love, would have overturned the boat so easily.

Xiao Jianren can also be understood as the East Empress’s force suppression, and Tao Qingyin’s side... always feels unrealistic.

"Okay, I did do something, and I indulged their arrogance a little, and then tampered with some of the two of them that had been tried and tested." But overall, Rong Xisui just followed the trend. Before he could release his original plan, the two of them were already tempted crazy on the verge of death. It was easy to add fuel to the fire, and it was strange that Rong Xisui could not find any trouble.

This makes it completely understandable. Mrs. Yan nodded thoughtfully.

"I hope they have all learned a lesson this time." Mrs. Yan still had the same attitude. Xiao Jianren brought up a strange trend of killing his wife. He deserved to die; but Tao Qingyin just played with her feelings. Although it was very bad and excessive, it was not enough to die.

"They can." Rong Xi's smile was meaningful, using a future time.

Although Rong Xisui failed to do anything to Xiao Jianren and Tao Qingyin as planned, he still just in case he kept a backup plan. In the near future, Tao Qingyin and Xiao Jianren will almost "accidentally" know that the people who caused them to fall to this point were each other.

By then they will be in trouble for each other, and Yan Juntao's world will be quiet.

When Rong Xi was busy making Tao Qingyin and Xiao Jianren unlucky, Yan Juntao did not show his quasi-tao partner and mother that was strange, but Jun Feng had already occupied most of his energy, and...

The Immortal Lord of Wanfa has also sent a letter to express that everything is ready and that he only needs the protagonist.

Yan Juntao naturally didn't have much energy to pay attention to others. He just confirmed that Xiao Jianren and Tao Qingyin had some accidents and could not come out to make trouble again, so he did not think about them anymore.

Now Yan Juntao has a big secret hidden in his heart, just waiting for the most suitable day to come. Every day's waiting makes him feel more happy than yesterday.

Then, happiness finally arrived at the day when it was about to climb to the top.

Before going to bed at night, Yan Juntao could no longer contain the restlessness in his heart and ran to Rong Xisui's room next door, supported his face with both hands, and half-kneeled on Rong Xisui's bedside and asked him: "Do you know what tomorrow is?"

Rong Xi frowned, and for a moment he really couldn't remember what day tomorrow would be. When he was about to enter the memory space to think about it, he was stopped by Yan Juntao.

"You have to rely on your first impression."

"Sorry." If you rely solely on memories, Rong Xi would really not remember what day tomorrow would be.

"Forget it." Yan Juntao guessed that Rong Xisui would not remember what day tomorrow was, but it didn't matter. He believed that Rong Xisui would not forget every year in the future, because... "Tomorrow is destined to be a great day!"

Rong Xi could no longer help herself, so she came forward and kissed Yan Juntao Yinhong's lips. It was as beautiful as a flower petal, and the taste was sweeter than candy.

"Are you looking forward to it?" Yan Juntao was used to being kissed and would not forget what was really important just because of a brief touch. He asked Rong Xisui eagerly, hoping to pass on his happiness to the other party. Everything under the Furong tent seemed so unique.

"Will you be there?"

"certainly."

"Then I will always look forward to it." Rong Xi then smiled and bent her eyes. As long as Yan Juntao was enough. His voice was like a mermaid's tears, with infinite charm in the low and hoarseness. Yan Juntao retreated step by step and was unable to resist.

Before he almost stayed, Yan Juntao finally escaped from Rong Xisui's room. He leaned on the outer grille door and stroked the pounding old deer, thinking to himself, "Beauty is a country that is a country that is a country that is a country that is almost unable to control it." But Yan Juntao's proud self-discipline still made him stop at the last moment, and some things still have a sense of ritual.

However, well, thinking of Rong Xisui's lost eyes when he finally left, Yan Juntao couldn't help but return to the house, poked his head out and said with a blushing face to Rong Xisui who was still waiting for him, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

"Yeah?" Rong Xi then didn't understand this meme.

"If you don't understand, forget it." Yan Juntao left completely after saying that, because... I don't know why I suddenly felt shy and my palms were full of sweat. The first confession practice failed.

The next morning, accompanied by the first ray of sunshine in the morning, Rong Xisui, who was just closing his eyes on the bed and working with Yan Juntao as a pair of "ordinary people", was persistently pecked and awakened in advance by a paper geese folded into a wild goose. The reason why I was very sure that this was a wild goose, not a paper crane, was because I wrote clearly with a brush on the back of the paper geese - this was a wild goose, not a paper crane! The handwriting looked strangely familiar, and it could only belong to Yan Juntao.

Rong Xisui actually felt something happening yesterday. After all, Yan Juntao had already shown it so obviously. It can only be said that Yan Juntao is not really a person who can keep secrets very well.

But Rong Xi was very happy to cooperate, as long as Yan Juntao was happy.

When the paper geese spread out, there was Yan Juntao's handwriting, which was a particularly unique letter of war. Well, only Yan Juntao can use the paper geese to post it under the paper geese when someone else was sending a letter to fall in love.

[I have a supreme treasure. If you can find me, I will give it to you.]

Rong Xi then raised his hand helplessly, flicked the thin letter, and sighed helplessly: "When will you understand that I don't want any treasure, I just want you, huh?"

You are my treasure.

Although he thought about this, Rong Xi still cooperated and stood up very well, thinking that this was probably another treasure hunt game that Yan Juntao had come up with very bored. I don’t know how many contestants there were, and I hope there will be no doctor.

The yard was extremely quiet in the morning, with no magic fairy sweeping, and no sound of Lang Lang's next door. To be honest, Rong Xisui was really a little uncomfortable with this. But all of these proved that Yan Juntao was indeed causing trouble again, everyone was participants, and no one could escape. And the first hurdle that blocked Rong Xisui's journey was...

Mrs. Yan.

"Let's eat the morning food first." Mrs. Yan wore a brighter clothes today, and her face was filled with a smile that was even better than Yan Juntao yesterday.

"There is no need to eat in the morning..." Rong Xisui was not as persistent as Yan Juntao in food. For Rong Xisui, unless he was eating with Yan Juntao, those things would not become beautiful and delicious. In other words, only Yan Juntao is the most delicious food in Rong Xisui's heart.

Mrs. Yan shrugged and said without any regrets: "This is what you said."

"Then I thank my wife first." Rong Xisui said very well and immediately changed his mind. He wanted to be shameless and call him mother like Yan Juntao, but thinking about it, he had offended almost all the brother groups behind Yan Juntao, so he should be low-key in front of the elders. Even this elder is terrible in front of Rong Xisui's age.

The food prepared by Mrs. Yan for Rong Xisui was very simple. There was only a small bowl. Four gushes of different colors floated in the jade leaf-petaled green bowl. The round and round Fuyuanzi (glutinous rice balls) were steaming up and down, and it looked very delicious.

Mrs. Yan also had a bowl on her hand, and she was drinking the soup bit by bit with a golden spoon.

Rong Xisui always felt that Mrs. Yan didn’t look like someone who would have nothing to do and just eat with him. In addition, Yan Juntao’s “Battle Book” made him extremely alert. He first tentatively ate a red Fuyuanzi, which was soft and glutinous, with a delicate taste. It was a normal Fuyuanzi.

Mrs. Yan sneered: "What, do you think I will poison you?"

Rong Xi did not dare to test again, so he hurriedly ate the next one and prepared to go to the public for justice. As a result... this Fuyuanzi is also very delicious. Although it is salty, it is full of oil and fragrant, fresh and delicious. The next one is chicken soup, and sesame is smooth but not greasy, unique; the last one is wine with strong aroma and tempting sweetness and sourness. Successfully, there are different surprises at each entrance, but it is guaranteed to be delicious enough.

This made Rong Xi feel a little guilty, and he felt that he was a little bit of a villain. Until he put down the bowl, Mrs. Yan said again: "Drink the soup."

Rong Xi then did not doubt that he was there, picked up the bowl and drank the clear and sipped the clear Fuyuan Soup into her stomach.

The next moment, he almost vomited.

What kind of strange taste is this? Sour, bitter, spicy and salty, and it is difficult to distinguish between them, but it is not sweet. Rong Xi, who was mentally prepared, almost changed his face. It has been a long time since he tasted such a strange taste, especially with the delicious Fuyuanzi base.

Mrs. Yan was still sitting opposite her, without saying a word, but the expression on her face was very conspicuous. If you don’t finish the soup, you will be dead.

Rong Xi could only smile and maintain her demeanor while pretending that she had no taste, and drank the strange soup into her stomach one by one.

Then Mrs. Yan smiled with satisfaction and said, "Drinking this bowl of soup will be the last bowl of five flavors in your life. From now on, it will only go smoothly, and only the sweetness will spread."

Rong Xi then smacked her lips and found that the strange soup was as Mrs. Yan said, sweet and sweet, making people unforgettable to taste.

"This is my custom, and every member has to drink a bowl." Mrs. Yan used to think that this thing was the torture of the ancestors in disguise, and the final rejuvenation was just to have been stimulated by the strange taste before. She forgot the correct taste. Anyway, she didn't believe anything at all. Just drinking such a bowl of soup can ensure that her future is sweet. But now, she really wants to believe it. "I don't want to let Taotao suffer a little. Even if I know that although it is bitter now, the future is sweet, I can't bear to let you take it. I can only trouble you to replace it."

Rong Xisui was really willing to drink this time. She even felt that even if she gave him ten bowls, he would be able to drink all the things without blushing and be happy.

Because what Mrs. Yan implied was that she admitted him.

Is there anything better than this?
Chapter completed!