My Empress is My Bad Girl

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely think of a way. You must raise your body well." Shui Yijun stood up, "I promise to do things for young children, and I will definitely do it."

Zhang Lichen raised his eyes: "You treat the children..."

"I like her." Shui Yijun answered naturally.

"Oh." Zhang Lichen nodded without saying anything.

"Brother, take a good rest."

Shui Yijun turned and went out.

The toddler is still in the snow under the laurel tree.

She stood by the stone table, looking at the mountains in the distance, moving her fingers on the table, as if she was writing something.

Shui Yijun walked over gently, tilted her head slightly, and found that she was writing the word "Dust".

Zhang Lichen's dust?

Shui Yijun was stunned, feeling a little far away.

Isn’t the elder brother the one you like?

That's it.

Shui Yijun stood in the snow for a long time.

The toddler was distracted, and didn't realize that he was behind him.

Until the two girls Sun Li and Ling Dang came over carrying the food box.

"Master!" The bell screamed, and when he saw Shui Yijun, he asked in surprise, "Master, can you get out of bed?"

She regarded Shui Yijun as Zhang Lichen.

Even Sun Li blushed and became bewildered. He walked over with a twist, bowed his head, and whispered: "Eight elders, are your injuries better? I went to the dining hall specially to invite the best cook. I made some delicious meals for you. I didn’t deliberately break the rules of Miaomiaofeng. The thing was too heavy. I was afraid that the bell could not be handled by herself, so I helped her..."

"You are wrong, I am not Zhang Lichen." Shui Yijun interrupted her, "I am Shui Yijun."

It was snowing in the world, which obscured his vision, and he was only wearing a black shirt, with snow falling on his hair and shoulders, and he could not tell from a distance when he looked at it from a distance.

When Ling Dang and Sun Li heard what he said, they were all taken aback.

Bell quickly reacted. The "Master" in front of him was slightly thinner, his complexion was fairer, and his voice was not as cold as the Master, but rather soft.

That is indeed not the master.

But, how can anyone in this world look so much like Master?

What did he say just now?

Is he Shui Yijun?

Who is Shui Yijun?

Lingdang and Sun Li looked at each other and shouted at the same time.

"Little Lord?!"

The toddler had already recovered and saw Shui Yijun, "Have you seen Master yet?"

Shui Yijun nodded: "Youyou, take good care of your brother, I will think of a way."

"What can you think of?"

"Trust me."

Shui Yijun glanced at her, his eyes swept across the stone table, and stepped on the snow to leave.

Lingdang and Sun Li leaned together, watching him pass by, his eyes were already following him, unable to leave at all.

"Too, too much." Bell stammered.

"Is this like? It's exactly the same!" Sun Li immediately threw away the food box and rushed to the baby. "Zhao You, is that person really the young master just now?"

"Yup."

"Why does he look exactly like the Eighth Elder? What's the situation?"

"Because they are brothers."

Up to now, Master was deeply hit, and Shui Yijun threw off his mask and ran around. There was no way to hide this anyway, and the children simply said it out.

"Brother." Sun Li grunted and swallowed, "You mean, the eighth elder... is the owner's son?"

"Yes. Unless Shui Yijun is not born of water with pearls."

"How is that possible?"

"I won't talk nonsense with you, I'm going to see my master."