The years of being Long Aotian's fiancee

The real guests and hosts had a good time after the meal, Xia Ying didn't move back, and sat next to Han Zheng a little bit intimately.Feeling "left out", Xiao Hanyue also ran to Xia Ying's side with a "thump, thud, thud" and occupied the empty seat between them, and the three of them ate together close together.

Although the two Han Zheng brothers are children from a big family and they don't talk much when eating, Xia Ying still used her poor social skills to make the atmosphere of their first dinner less rigid. Under the influence of my brother, I turned into an ice lump, very flattering, holding a bowl while eating and grinning like a little fool,

To Xia Ying's relief, Brother Zheng turned a blind eye to the boy's ignorant behavior, and just ate the meal he served for him.

It took nearly half an hour for them to play and eat dinner. Xia Ying was thinking about going back to play with the red sandalwood in her storage spirit ring at night, so seeing that everyone had almost eaten, she hurriedly said: "Let the maid Come and put away the dishes, Xiaoyue remember to inform Uncle Ding to pour water for you to wash."

The little kid who used to act like a spoiled child by Xia Ying's side stretched out his belly and leaned into his sister's arms, muttering aggrievedly: "Sister help me rub my stomach...I'm so supportive." Xia Ying hurriedly hugged the baby to her lap I touched his stomach, and it was really bulging.

Xia Ying's slender and soft hands stretched into the skirt of the little kid's clothes, and only a layer of inner lining was pressed against Han Yue's stomach. The palms were warm and extremely comfortable, but the little guy was so beautiful that he lay in his sister-in-law's arms. I don't want to come down.

Seeing this, Han Zheng, who had eaten a lot tonight, didn't bother to teach his younger brother a lesson. He just relaxed on the back of the chair and said leisurely, "Don't worry about clearing the dining table. Guests will come later."

"?" Xia Ying looked sideways at the nagging male lead, and asked in confusion, "Who came here at night? Could it be that he came here to find fault?" He shouldn't have any new enemies in Xia's house, and Brother Zheng is also very happy. low key.If the Da Furen didn't send someone to summon her, then it's most likely... Master Fu?

It means that he has a bigger conflict with them, but as for?A door-to-door kick at night?

Han Zheng seemed to see through Xia Ying's thoughts at a glance, raised his brows, looked a little smiling, and whispered in an informant tone: "Today I frightened him."

Xia Ying was dumbfounded, and then "chi chi chi chi" laughed out loud.

Come, come, talk about the bad taste of the male lead in the original novel, if you see something funny, you have to play with it, and call it "tease him".From the perspective of the parties involved, it is hard to say whether it is "to play with him". Anyway, all those who were frightened by Han Zheng have "Papa Han ptsd". He opened the brush, lucky!

As I was recalling the funny passage in the original text, I heard a regular sound of "bang bang" coming from outside the yard,

someone is coming! !

Han Yue slid off Xia Ying's lap numbly, and trotted all the way to open the door, even faster than the maid outside.He has committed a lot of bans tonight, if he doesn't act smarter, tomorrow the big brother will kill him with the amount of training.

Fu Jian was in a state of confusion, he had been pretending to be dead in the doctor's hall, and the doctors couldn't wake up a person who was pretending to be asleep, so they could only report to the police that he was still in a coma, and thus escaped the harsh interrogation.Finding an opportunity in the night, he hurried over. If the matter of Qi Lei Tribulation was not resolved satisfactorily today, he might lose his position in the Xia family.

Seeing a five or six-year-old boy open the door for him, although Fu Jian is usually arrogant, he didn't dare to make a fool of himself at this moment. He turned around obediently and closed the courtyard door, stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you for helping to open the door, little friend." First please."

Han Yue seemed to be a kind-hearted uncle, and he bent down to pay respects with great affection: "Hello, uncle, please come with me, brothers and sisters are waiting for you."

Seeing the child's well-educated and reasonable appearance, Fu Jian was relieved a lot, smiled sincerely, and followed Han Yue in.

As soon as he stepped into the bright warm light, Fu Jian flicked his sleeves, and threw himself on the two people on the dining table with a "plop",

Shouted: "It's me, Fu Jian, who doesn't know Mount Tai, please forgive me, master!!!"

Xia Ying was taken aback. The last time he saw someone kneeling down was in the cemetery during the Qingming Festival. This sword would be a big gift as soon as it came up, which made him jump up...

Then he was held down by Brother Zheng's strong hand.

At this time, Han Zheng completely changed his posture, his whole body was cold, his eyes that had been relaxed while eating could no longer show the slightest hint of warmth, Brother Zheng's expression made Xia Ying, who was sitting next to him, tremble.

But... Brother Zheng's big hand on his was so warm! !

Uh, isn't it a little gay to think so?

Dazed, Yingying heard the cold tone of the man beside him: "How can you not see Mount Tai, Master Fu?"

Fu Jian was lying on the ground so frightened that he didn't even dare to shake, he stammered and replied: "The kid doesn't know what is good and what is bad, how dare you question the strength of the adults, how dare you dare to check the cultivation level of the adults!! What's more terrible is The kid actually dared to sue after the fact, the kid really doesn’t know what’s good and what’s wrong, everyone gets it and pigs!!”

Fu Jian didn't even raise his head, and buried himself on the ground "Chen Qing", the muffled cry made Xia Ying laugh while clutching his stomach,

Also, Xia Ying remembered that the famous craftsman in the original book was more than 100 years old, and he actually called himself a "boy" in front of Brother Zheng.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Xia Ying's head was full of wild laughter, but this scene was too tormenting for the master, Xia Ying was almost out of breath.

Han Zheng looked at the flushed young lady beside him, said nothing, but still said in a cold tone: "Where is Master Fu? Where are the adults and villains? You are obviously the best third-grade training tool in the southeast Grandmaster."

"My lord beat me!!" The third-grade equipment trainer lay on the ground like a little turtle. Although he was proud, he was definitely not a fool.The threshold for a weapon trainer is already very high. Generally, those supported by big families are from the first to the third level, and the weapon refiners who can summon the sky thunder are all hidden masters above the fourth level.If the indifferent young man in front of him is not an expert himself, there must be an expert behind him to help him, and he cannot be offended no matter what.

No one in the cultivation world wants to provoke high-level alchemists and high-level tool refiners. As long as they promise, countless monks will be willing to kill and set fire for them.

It seems that Fu Jian's overly humble attitude made Han Zheng lose interest. Xia Ying, who was sitting next to him eating watermelon, found that the hero leaned back on the chair again, and understood that brother Zheng was boring.

Xia Ying swallowed a mouthful of the sweet melon flesh, and then asked: "Master Fu, what do you think of this weapon Thunder Tribulation?"

Hearing that the voice had changed into a deeper female voice, Fu Jian knew which adult it was, and he still replied respectfully: "Uh... the kid thinks what the master craftsman thinks." He said He said it lightly, but in reality he was burning with anxiety, for fear that this craftsman would take the "credit" of Qi Lei Jie to him,

He has been stuck as a third-level craftsman for more than forty years, and he dreams of making further progress before the end of his lifespan, but it is definitely not this kind of fake "fourth grade" that he insisted on admitting, otherwise, once exposed, Xia Tian Fu Jian will probably be the laughing stock of the city, including the surrounding forces, for the next 20 years.Even if he is thick-skinned and doesn't consider the issue of reputation, Li Huan, a suspicious woman, will definitely suspect that he has concealed his grade and failed to report it. I got to be a "divergent" and capable craftsman, and the most amazing thing is that he is not a real fourth-rank, so I am really afraid that he will be unlucky to meet the funeral.

It is even more impossible for him to "crawl" in front of Li Huan. It is a sword made by a young man. Let alone whether Li Huan, who is seriously suspicious, will think him more suspicious. Thinking of the way the young man looked at him in the afternoon, he feels that he probably won't survive. tonight.

Now his reputation for the rest of his life is in the hands of this father in front of him!

Seeing that there was nothing to ask, Xia Ying was also bored, so she patted Han Yue's butt and told him to go back to his room to wash and sleep. He took another piece of watermelon and gnawed on it, and handed a piece to Brother Zheng.

Han Zheng took it and put it in his hand, straightened his back and said condescendingly: "I see, this sword is made by you."

Just one sentence hit Fu Jian's heart like a hammer, and he suddenly felt dizzy!

However, the man changed his tone and asked a digression: "How many years have you been stuck in the third level?"

Fu Jian's heart thumped, he calmed down and continued to answer: "Go back to your lord, the boy is almost 40 years old."

"Trash." Han Zheng didn't even bother to look at him, and suddenly felt that the young lady beside him who was eating, drinking and having fun every day was more talented than him.

Xia Ying:?

Fu Jian didn't dare to reply, sweat dripped down from his temples, quietly waiting for his disposal.

"Crash" A thick ancient book suddenly fell in front of his eyes, the wind blew the pages of the book "crack", and some obscure icons came into view

No way……

Fu Jian's heart suddenly started beating wildly "kuang kuang", he glanced at it hastily, and those internal secret words of the refiner made his head congested with blood!

"It's for third-level craftsmen to cross borders. You practice first. If you don't reach level four within half a month, I'll cripple you." Put it on the watermelon at hand, anyway, he is too lazy to play the role of "Master Qianqian" beside the eldest lady.

Xia Ying looked at Fu Jian who was kneeling in front of him and was stunned, tears of remorse slowly fell from his heart,

He, it would be great if he also worked hard to cultivate, woo woo woo, he also wants Brother Zheng's cultivation cheats woo woo woo...

On the other side, Fu Jian raised his head slowly, with tears and snot rolling down the face of the rough middle-aged uncle, he murmured indistinctly: "I, Fu Jian, cannot repay the kindness of Master in this life...

Master! ! !You accept me woo woo woo woo! ! ! "As he roared, he rushed towards the legs of Han Zheng who was sitting in front of him, and Han Zheng flashed away without leaving any corners of his clothes.

And Xia Ying, who was extremely worried about the loss of her number one younger brother's status, stared blankly at the middle-aged uncle who rushed over and hugged her thigh tightly, her head froze.

"Master!! Woooooo, Master!!!"

Frowning, Han Zheng stepped forward and grabbed Xia Ying's arm, stretched out his long legs, and Master Fu was kicked out of the yard like a ball.

Looking at Xia Ying who was sluggish beside him, he rarely softened his tone: "Scared?"

Unexpectedly, Yingying turned around and pressed tightly against the man's solid chest, raising her head like a kitten begging for food and coquettishly: "Brother Zheng~ Don't accept him as an apprentice, accept me, I am much prettier than him Already!!"

At this moment, Han Zheng knew for the first time what it means to be dumbfounded.