Zhao Luoyang's eyes blurred, and when he came back to his senses, he saw the face of the little mute. They had played like this together when they were children, but it was not intentional. The two of them caught grasshoppers and went back to feed the chickens. She walked faster and tripped.
, the little mute tried to pull her but couldn't, and the two of them fell to the grass together.
There was no pain from the fall, and the two of them started laughing one after another.
But this time the little mute obviously did it on purpose. Just as Zhao Luoyang was about to stand up and say something disgusting to him, he noticed that the little mute's eyes were a little different from before. The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and there was something else in his clear eyes... Just
Looking at her intently, when their eyes met, he reached out his hand and touched her forehead gently.
Slowly, his gaze and breathing became very hot. His breath slid down her neck, feeling crisp and numb. Zhao Luoyang couldn't help but lightly pursed his lips. After doing this action, she regretted it.
Seeing that his gaze became deep, Zhao Luoyang trembled inexplicably. Under such gaze, her heart beat very fast, she was a little breathless, her hands and feet were a little weak, and her whole body seemed to be out of her control.
.
Seeing Xiao Yu slowly lowering his head, Zhao Luoyang subconsciously closed his eyes.
The gentle touch started from her forehead, went all the way down, passed through her eyebrows, her eyelids, the bridge of her nose, and then came to the corners of her lips.
She opened her mouth slightly, wanting to take a breath, and he couldn't wait to kiss her. First he touched her lightly like a feather, then slowly rubbed her lips, and finally became fierce and domineering, his
His fingers inserted into her hair, gently lifted the back of her head, and trapped her in his arms.
Zhao Luoyang's mind went blank, and his rapid breathing and panicked heartbeat could be heard in her ears. When she felt like she was out of breath, he finally let go of her. She gasped for breath and held her hands tightly.
On his chest, I pushed him tentatively but he didn't move at all.
"You... get up."
Her eyes were slightly moist and her cheeks were flushed, so he couldn't help but move his hand over and caress her gently, but as time passed, he couldn't help but want to repeat what he just did.
Seeing that he had no intention of getting up, Zhao Luoyang couldn't help but struggle: "It's too heavy for you to get up."
After saying these two sentences, Zhao Luoyang found that his voice was different from usual. It was not as crisp as before, and it sounded like he was coquettish.
Xiao Yu smiled slightly: "Didn't you raise me because you thought I was too thin before? I have to take medicinal meals every day?"
Zhao Luoyang cleared his throat before saying: "I won't do it for you." If she had known that this would happen, she would have made him still wrapped in his cloak and holding the stove, slumped there and shivering.
I won’t rack my brains all day long on how to increase his health, and of course I won’t cook these foods for him.
"Don't be angry," Xiao Yu whispered, "I'm just afraid that you think I'm too weak. After all, no one likes someone who is sick all day long."
Judging from the aggrieved look, it seemed that he was not the one who bullied the person just now.
Zhao Luoyang felt that Xiao Yu might have really hurt his head. Otherwise, how could he switch back and forth between the ages of three and twenty?
Xiao Yu stood up, helped Zhao Luoyang up with gentle force on his arm, and reached out to tidy up Zhao Luoyang's hair.
Zhao Luoyang wanted to leave from the couch, but he held her hand: "Don't move, look at how messed up your hair is."
Who is to blame? Did it mess up on its own?
Zhao Luoyang didn't dare to say it because she felt that after saying these words, the person in front of her might use it to stir up trouble again.
There was a smile on his face. After helping her arrange her hair, he still refused to let her go. Instead, he reached out and hugged her gently, fearing that she would refuse again. His hand once again took her fingers and squeezed gently.
A pinch.
He knew how to make her soften.
Zhao Luoyang actually liked this little mute from the bottom of her heart, because he looked very similar to him when he was a child, especially compared to the person in her dream.
They didn't speak, and she let him play with her fingers.
"It's time to go," Xiao Yu looked at the hourglass, "I'll take you back."
Since talking to her grandma, the little mute has become very punctual and will send her back to Fengxia Village early. Her grandma is still very satisfied with this.
When Zhao Luoyang walked out of the house and saw Mother Chen, his cheeks felt a little hot again, as if he had done something bad and someone had discovered it.
The two returned to Fengxia Village. Zhao Luoyang was surprised to see her father waiting at the door. She immediately looked at Xiao Yu, and Xiao Yu said: "I told Nai before that I wanted to tell Dad and the others the whole truth. Nai said let's
I'll wait a moment, it seems like I think today is a good day."
Taozhou is about to go to war. It would be good for everyone to tell the truth, but Mrs. Yang must reveal it to her son and daughter-in-law in advance.
Let’s talk about Xiao Yu’s identity and current situation, and some things can be done at once, so Mrs. Yang also invited Mr. Song to come over.
Zhao Xueli watched his donkey cart arrive at the entrance of the village. Although his mother told him the whole story, he still couldn't believe it. This was King Yu?
King Yu riding a donkey cart with his daughter?
I don't know if it was telepathy, but the pulling donkey suddenly brayed twice.
Listening to the donkey's braying, Zhao Xueli felt that it must be right.
Xiao Yu and Zhao Luoyang both got out of the car. Xiao Yu came to the village more than once. Zhao Xueli experienced several changes in Xiao Yu's identity, from Prince Wang to a little mute, and now he is Prince Yu again.
This is even better than Baixi.
Xiao Yu saluted Zhao Xueli, and Zhao Xueli also bent down subconsciously. From a distance, the two of them looked like they were bowing to each other. Fortunately, Xiao Yu reacted quickly and took a step aside.
Zhao Xueli blushed. He couldn't understand how many things my mother and Luo Yang had done behind the scenes, and how they could hide such a big secret from so many pairs of eyes.
He always thought that Huaiqing and Huaiguang were the guards of Prince Wang. These days, Ding Maosheng and Niu Daochang also told him that the Wang family would be really powerful to have such generals, and that the Wang family would definitely produce many generals in the future.
Why use the future? Mr. Wang is basically the King of Yu.
Prince Yu is still the little mute who follows his daughter all day long.
Who would believe this?
But it’s true.
"Dad," Zhao Luoyang said, "let's go home first!"
Zhao Luoyang's reminder brought Zhao Xueli back to his senses, and he hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, go home, go home." He still couldn't help but look at Xiao Yu.
After walking for a while, Zhao Xueli took a deep breath, reached out and pulled his daughter towards him. Otherwise, he could not recover, but his daughter was a little too close to Prince Yu.
"Uncle," Xiao Yu next to him stopped and looked at Zhao Xueli and then at Zhao Luoyang, "Actually, I have regarded your home as my own since I was a child, and you are already my family from the bottom of my heart.
, If I hadn’t been injured this time and I was afraid of affecting the Zhao family, I would have told you these things. After so many years back, I have always remembered those days in the village and dreamed of moving back. "
Zhao Xueli looked at Xiao Yu. The young man's eyes were clear and there was a smile on his face. Thinking of his ups and downs in childhood, Zhao Xueli's heart suddenly felt sour.