The most beautiful boy in the whole Jianghu [Comprehensive martial arts]

When Yu Luocha received the report of what happened in Linqing City, he had already lived in Wanmei Villa for a few days because he tried to dispel the idea of ​​Ximen Chuuxue fighting Ye Gucheng.

Of course, he cared more about his real son than his fake son, even though Ximen Chuuxue looked cold towards his real father, but Yu Luocha didn't care, and he didn't open the letter to read it immediately when it arrived.

After persuading Ximen Chuixue again to return home, at night, Yu Luocha sat at the table and lazily opened the letter paper, and began to read it by candlelight.

Zhao Jueming was too conspicuous, the subordinate recognized Yu Tianbao by Zhao Jueming's clothes, the letter started with this, and Zhao Jueming's sense of presence in the letter was too distinct.

Yu Luocha thought of the ashes of the poppy bushes in the Stone Forest Cave Mansion, and the only poppy flower that was carefully cared for in the church today, but it was still a thrilling one.An indescribable feeling crept into his heart, and he watched it patiently.

The subordinates of the Rakshasa Sect have always been loyal, and even when they write letters, they describe them very realistically, trying to make the readers feel like they are there.

Yu Luocha lowered his eyes slightly, and the candlelight hit his face, his expression was somewhat unpredictable.

Although Yu Tianbao was a little rebellious and domineering before, he listened to him, but now he has a bad attitude towards the people he sent, and has no intention of Islam.

This fake son has lived in Rakshasa for a long time, so it is understandable that he is fascinated by the beautiful scenery of the Central Plains. Yu Luocha is not surprised by Yu Tianbao's choice, but doubts whether Zhao Jueming also played a certain role in it.

The writer stated that he was staying in a tree in the outskirts when he woke up from the sleeping hole, and it was absolutely impossible for Yu Tianbao alone to do it.Based on this, Yu Luocha could guess that the relationship between Zhao Jueming and Yu Tianbao was closer than that in the desert.

But Zuo Yutianbao is a pawn that can't play a big role at the moment, Yu Luocha quickly put the matter of this cheap son behind him, and went to pester Ximen Chuuxue to try to dispel his thoughts in the early morning of the next day.

However, all the servants in the villa were in a hurry, Yu Luocha looked under the eaves, grabbed the old butler of Wanmei Villa, and asked him: "What are you doing?"

The old housekeeper said: "The owner told me to wait to prepare the supplies for the carriage. He will leave for Bianjing in a few days."

"..."

Yu Luocha hadn't heard the slightest movement before, and stared at him for a while after hearing this, the old housekeeper took it calmly, the wrinkles on his face didn't shake at all.So Yu Luocha waved his hand and let him leave.

Back then when Yu Luocha sent the old housekeeper to take care of Ximen Chuuxue, he did instruct him to obey Ximen Chuuxue's orders, and everything went according to his wishes. Looking at it now, the old housekeeper did obey his orders perfectly.

...just not in a good mood.

Ximen Chuuxue was practicing sword in the plum blossom forest. When Yu Luocha found him, the opponent had already put away his sword, glanced at him faintly, and walked past Yu Luocha.

Yu Luocha, who was miserably ignored, called him sadly: "...Chuixue."

Ximen Chuuxue stopped and looked back at him.

"I have ordered them to prepare the car."

The meaning behind the words was very obvious, and Yu Luocha understood it in seconds.

He didn't want to give up yet, but Ximen Chuuxue has already quickened his pace and left in front of Yu Luocha.

In the plum blossom forest, only Yu Luocha was left with a black mist on his face. The wind blew by, but the black mist on his face was still floating firmly, and he was in love with his face.

"What kind of person is Jueming's father?"

Yu Tianbao asked curiously.

Since Yu Tianbao revealed his identity in Linqing City, he no longer hesitated to talk about family affairs, although because Wang Lianhua was listening, he would inevitably feel a little bit unsatisfactory when he complained about Yu Luosha.

The two were sitting outside the carriage at the moment, Zhao Huan heard Yu Tianbao talking, and casually mentioned his father, and Yu Tianbao asked a question.

In his eyes, Zhao Jueming sometimes shows a slightly dull seriousness, but he is straightforward and generous. Presumably his parents are close and the family atmosphere is good.

Zhao Huan thought for a while, and replied: "My father loves calligraphy, painting, flowers and birds, and treats me very well. He is willing to bask in the sun with me, and he trusts me very much."

Yu Tianbao tried to picture his friend's father in his mind, but he could only think of a middle-aged man with Zhao Jueming's face sitting on a chair and basking in the sun holding a cup of tea.

"Your father must have a good relationship with you."

As Yu Tianbao said, he swallowed the second half of the sentence.

— After all, it is his own.

Zhao Huan smiled, the sun shone on the side of his face, and the young man's smile was like the scorching sun.

He said seriously: "Yes. He also respects my wishes and will let me do what I want."

Looking at his smiling face, Yu Tianbao suddenly understood why Zhao Jueming had such a personality.

If a father is willing to respect his son's ideas, then the father is a good father and the son will be a good son.

Zhao Huan didn't know what was going on in Yu Tianbao's mind, so he flicked the reins lightly, the wheels accelerated with a rumble, and the black horse and the red horse galloped forward, leading the pedestrians into the next town.

In the carriage, Wang Lianhua was a little surprised. He thought that Zhao Jueming never mentioned family matters, and even if he got the other party to speak, the answers he got would be inaccurate; Every word is true.

Maybe Zhao Jueming didn't care about bringing up family matters...or, what he didn't care about was bringing up his father.

Wang Lianhua tested it a few times later, and found that it was indeed as he thought. Zhao Jueming was vague about other matters in the family, but when he mentioned his father, he smiled openly. Not to mention.

Wang Lianhua didn't ask any more questions, because if he asked, it was equivalent to not asking, and he didn't provide any valid information about Zhao Jueming's identity.

Yu Tianbao was very vigilant, seized the opportunity to avoid Wang Lianhua and A Fei, and asked him quietly: "Why does Senior Wang seem to be testing you?"

Zhao Huan said calmly, "Senior probably suspects that I have a secret."

Yu Tianbao wondered: "Why?"

He suddenly remembered that Wang Lianhua and Zhao Huan had been together for a long time, so he asked again worriedly: "Do you really have a secret to tell?"

Zhao Huan nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

Yu Tianbao: "I just said you didn't...huh?"

The two looked at each other.

Zhao Huan repeated: "I have something to tell—"

Yu Tianbao recovered from his astonishment, interrupted him immediately, and said solemnly: "I understand."

Don't tell others, don't tell others, naturally it is something that cannot be said to others.

Zhao Jueming didn't ask about Yu Tianbao's concealment back then, so he has no reason to ask now.

Yu Tianbao patted Zhao Huan on the shoulder, his heart filled with pride.

Zhao Jueming's willingness to admit that there is a secret is enough to make him happy.

Zhao Huan was also very touched, he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

The two walked out of the alley with their shoulders crossed and their backs in high spirits.At a glance, Wang Lianhua knew that the two men had said something without telling him, so he looked at it for a while, then casually looked away.

In early autumn and late summer, the wind is slightly cool, the heat is everywhere, and the sun is also slightly strong.

But Zhao Huan no longer wore a veiled hat, and took the opportunity of driving to bask in the sun with great interest, with the warm wind blowing against his face, full of warmth.

Yu Tianbao caught a glimpse of his skin color when handing over work to him, and sat back in the carriage in a daze. He couldn't help but lift the curtain and asked him, "Cassy, ​​are you tanned?"

Zhao Huan was at a loss, he looked down at his hand, then raised his head again: "Is it dark?"

Wang Lianhua looked over, looked Zhao Huan up and down, and agreed with Yu Tianbao's statement with a strange expression: "It's dark."

At that time the south of the Yangtze River was cloudy and rainy, the sky was gloomy, Zhao Jueming was dressed in crimson clothes and his complexion was like snow, Wang Lianhua's memory was still fresh, but Zhao Jueming holding the reins at this time was not quite the same as the young man in crimson clothes when he first met.

A Fei tilted his head in doubt, he didn't see any changes in Zhao Huan.

Zhao Huan was stunned, and smiled indifferently: "It's okay, it's okay, it's dark when it's dark."

In midsummer, he wore a veiled hat to shade him from the sun, but occasionally he would bask in the midday sun, perhaps because of this that made him dark.

Zhao Huan was rich in experience, and he didn't care about his tanning. He had tanned in the past, and after a month of boredom in the palace, he immediately returned to white.

Yutian Baoyu stopped talking, not knowing what to say.

He thought of the young man he saw when he woke up in the desert. His skin was white as snow, his smile was like a spring breeze, his lips were red and his teeth were white, like a flower blooming in the wind on a branch in spring, full of vigor.

But now, the young man in crimson clothes still has teeth as white as shellfish, but he has unknowingly turned black. He is still the same person, but it is not so pleasing to the eye.

Yu Tianbao was in a complicated mood, and suggested tactfully: "Cassia...you should pay more attention in summer, the sun is scorching hot in summer, and you will get dizzy if you get too much sun."

— and more importantly, it will turn black.

Zhao Huan smiled heartily and said, "I know."

Yu Tianbao: ... No, you don't know.

Wang Lianhua picked up the veiled cap and threw it over, Zhao Huan subconsciously reached out to catch it, and returned it with puzzled eyes.

"The sun is hot at noon in late summer, so I advise you to wear a veiled hat."

Zhao Huan wanted to decline, but the voices of Yu Tianbao and the system sounded at the same time.

"You put it on, Jueming!"

【Wear!You are not suitable for macho route!If you want to go, go to Qingjun Wood Line! 】

The eagerness to match one by one.

Zhao Huan: ...

He put it on resignedly.

The author has something to say:

Lonely and widowed Jade leader, the fake son does not kiss, the real son does not love

#Poor and deplorable#