Cannon fodder and female supporting role, a match made in heaven

Ma Jingquan arranged a guest room for them in the west wing. Shen Zhaozhao threw the package on the table and looked around.

The room was very tidy. Inside was a bed made of golden nanmu wood, covered with silk sheets that felt comfortable and cool to the touch. There was a yellow curtain hanging on the bed with tassels on the corners, and mosquito-repellent incense was lit on the table.

Not to worry about being carried away by mosquitoes at night, she lowered the curtains and fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, Mrs. Ma really listened to Ma Jingquan's words and asked someone to tell the girls that they would go out to fly kites after lunch today.

Shen Zhaozhao had just woken up and agreed with sleepy eyes. After taking a nap in bed, she got up to wash and dress.

Yichenbuzhuang Manor is extremely large, and the layout of each place is very similar. Cobblestone paths lead to all directions, and there are rockery of the same size on the road, and ponds and artificial lakes of similar size are next to them.

Shen Zhaozhao was not a road idiot but she had been wandering around here for a long time. She felt a little helpless. She estimated that by the time she left, breakfast would have been already finished.

After walking around for a while, they finally came to a waterfall. The water was flowing and the sound of mountains and rivers was very beautiful. There was a shadow swaying on the rockery in front. She was about to speak when someone covered her mouth and grabbed her from behind and took her behind another rockery.

Shen Zhaozhao turned around in horror and found that it was Chu Yu in light green. He frowned, made a gesture to silence her, and pointed to the rockery in front of them, asking her to listen attentively.

A gentle and charming voice came from there: "Feng Lang, don't be like this."

It sounded familiar, as if it was Mrs. Ma's voice.

Then, a young boy's voice that had never been heard before sounded, so hoarse that it seemed to be in the process of voice change: "I don't care, Rong Niang, do you know how painful it was for me to see you kissing that old man yesterday?"

Shen Zhaozhao was stunned. What shocking news had she found out?

There was a "swish" sound, which seemed to be the sound of clothes being torn into pieces. Madam Ma scolded, "Stop tearing it. How can I face people if it's torn into pieces?"

The boy confessed affectionately: "I just don't want you to see anyone. I just want to hide you and let you belong to me alone."

Madam Ma was reluctant to accept the offer, "You have such a sweet mouth, much sweeter than your father. So tell me, who is prettier, me or the three girls who came to the village yesterday?"

Shen Zhaozhao's jaw dropped. Although Ma Jingquan's eldest son was born to a deceased concubine, Madam Ma was still his legal mother after all, so wouldn't they be mother and son?

The young man panted heavily, seeming a little anxious: "I didn't look closely at the three girls, because I only had eyes for you."

Mrs. Ma giggled, seeming to be pleased by the boy's words.

There was a rustling sound, and then some strange and indescribable sounds were heard.

Shen Zhaozhao looked at Chu Yu with a red face. He looked calm and composed, as if he didn't care at all.

He was the one who dragged her here just now. He must have seen Madam Ma and her stepson having a secret meeting. I didn't expect that he had the weird habit of eavesdropping.

Chu Yu accepted Shen Zhaozhao's contemptuous look, fluttered his eyelashes lightly, and calmly pulled her arm and walked away.

After they reached the back of a rockery, Chu Yu touched his nose and then went to settle accounts with her: "What did you look at just now?"

Shen Zhaozhao was not afraid because he was shy. This look was just anger and shame, and had no harming power.

She smiled widely: "How can there be any look? You are seeing things!"

Chu Yu ignored her and turned his head away: "I'm just lost."

Shen Zhaozhao nodded and stretched out his tone: "Oh - is that so~"

"You!" Seeing the teasing in her eyes, Chu Yu got angry and left with his sleeves swung. After a while, he came back and glanced at her: "Lead the way."

Shen Zhaozhao spread his hands: "I'm lost too."

Chu Yu: "..."

It was so touching. In the end, Yu Miaoyi happened to pass by and took them back. Then Shen Zhaozhao was ridiculed by Yu Miaoyi, which just proved that things change over time.

Since there was no banquet, only Ma Jingquan and Mrs. Ma accompanied them at lunch. At the dinner table, Ma Jingquan and his wife were still very affectionate and loving.

Shen Zhaozhao lowered her head and ate her meal. She was afraid that if she looked up, she would see that the black turban on Ma Jingquan's head had turned green. If that happened, she would not be able to eat her meal.

After the meal, Mrs. Ma took a few girls to the cloth shop to choose kites. Yichen Cloth Shop had a large business with a wide range of services, not only selling cloth raw materials, but also umbrellas, kites, windmills, etc.

There were many styles of kites, and Shen Zhaozhao and the other two were dazzled by them all. In the end, each of them picked out a kite he liked and a few small gadgets.

It was a sunny day today, which was very suitable for flying kites. Mrs. Ma seemed very sleepy, so she just sat in the pavilion and watched them fly kites.

Shen Zhaozhao couldn't help but think of something wrong again: I did some exercise early in the morning, of course I feel sleepy.

There were three kites of different colors and shapes flying in the sky: Yu Miaoyi’s rabbit kite, Gu Qianmeng’s butterfly kite, and Shen Zhaozhao’s... cockroach kite.

Shen Zhaozhao chose the cockroach kite on a whim. She remembered the cockroach that Chu Yu had slapped to death and then thrown at her head, so when she saw the cockroach kite, she immediately chose it, although she was unanimously disliked by the other three in the process.

After flying kites for an entire afternoon, everyone was exhausted and had no interest in eating. When the meal was over, Xie Yanshu said that they couldn't sleep right after eating and they had to exercise to help digest the food, so he pulled Yu Miaoyi to practice swordplay with him.

Since Gu Qianmeng wanted to conquer Xie Yanshu, she naturally couldn't fall behind, so she said that she wanted to practice sword skills together.

So Shen Zhaozhao and Chu Yu became the two people with the least time.

The two walked on the smooth cobblestone path, and Chu Yu asked without shame: "Senior sister, why don't you go to Senior Brother Xie to practice sword?"

Shen Zhaozhao lifted her skirt and hopped on one foot. She hopped on her left foot and then on her right foot. "I'm not a swordsman. Why should I practice swordsmanship?"

Chu Yu stared at her jumping movements for a while, then stepped forward to face her, his eyes full of confusion: "But aren't you Brother Xie's fiancée? Now he is surrounded by other women, two at that. Are you at ease?"

Shen Zhaozhao raised his right foot and took a step forward. Chu Yu followed and stepped back. After a few steps, Shen Zhaozhao finally answered, "What's the big deal? She's just a fiancée, not a real couple. We might cancel the engagement someday."

She was telling the truth. Xie Yanshu had broken off the engagement with her in her previous life, and now she also wanted to break it off.

Chu Yu stopped walking on the cobblestones and looked at her seriously: "Cancel the engagement? You don't like Senior Brother Xie anymore?"

You have to know that he has heard a lot about the great achievements of Miss Shen during his three years in Qingwei Sect. She loves Xie Yanshu madly and will never allow other female practitioners to get close to Xie Yanshu. Once she finds out that a female practitioner is a little close to Xie Yanshu, she will not care about the friendship between the same sect at all.

Chu Yu suddenly stopped, and Shen Zhaozhao didn't have time to brake, and almost fell on him. After barely stabilizing herself, she answered frankly: "I don't like you as much as before, and my senior brother doesn't like me either, so it's only a matter of time before we cancel the engagement."

Chu Yu tilted his head to observe Shen Zhaozhao's expression and found that she did not show any sadness when she said this, so it did not seem like she was lying.

How could a person change so much? Is she still the same Shen Zhaozhao?

Shen Zhaozhao accepted his scrutiny calmly and took another step forward.

Chu Yu could only continue to retreat. After a few steps, he actually reached the end of the road and the bend, but he was unaware of it.

When Chu Yu was about to step on empty air, Shen Zhaozhao stepped forward, grabbed his collar and brought him back: "Be careful."

There was no doubt in her concern, and an unknown emotion flashed through Chu Yu's heart.

Shen Zhaozhao searched through his storage bag, took out a colorful windmill and handed it to him: "I found a lot of fun things today, I'll give this to you."

She didn't know whether Chu Yu liked Fengche or not, but she knew that Awen liked it very much. Since both of them were similar characters created by the author, there should be some similarities between them.

Chu Yu was stunned, took the windmill, and allowed himself to fall into endless darkness.

"Am, what is he holding in his hand?" The child in the sight was running with a colorful windmill in his hand, and the windmill was turning in the wind.

Because a curse was planted on his body yesterday, they made an exception and allowed Am to take him down the mountain for a day. Today he realized that there are so many strange and bizarre things in the world.

Am couldn't speak, so she developed a set of sign language to communicate with him. She told him: That's called a windmill.

"I want it too, can I?" He raised his pair of ignorant dark eyes and looked at Am expectantly. This was the first time he asked for something.

Am touched his pocket, hesitated, but nodded.

He saw Am walking towards the windmill, and Am gestured with his fingers and asked: Can you give me a windmill?

The windmill vendor pushed Am away impatiently and said fiercely: "Go away, old beggar woman, don't disturb my business."

Am looked back at him and begged the vendor with tears in her eyes.

The peddler understood what he meant and sneered, "I'm not a philanthropist. If you want a windmill, buy it with your own money." After saying that, he pushed Am hard again.

He went forward and grabbed Am's sleeve, crying, "I don't want it anymore. I don't want the windmill anymore. Am, don't cry."

On this day, he learned that a windmill needs money to be bought.

It was also on this day that he realized that everyone in the world was cold and indifferent, and except for Emu who treated him sincerely, no one liked him.