The city is full of spring for you

The Fengyun Pavilion master's engagement is not a trivial matter.

In the entire rivers and lakes, no sect would dare not give a congratulatory gift.

Looking at the piles of gifts and cash piled up in the house, the housekeeper couldn't restrain his excitement; but when he thought of his own pavilion master getting married in advance, the other party was still a top expert with eccentric personality and completely clueless. Will he be bullied... I can't help but feel sad; thinking that this time it's just an engagement, and there will be congratulatory gifts for the next marriage, I can't help but want to laugh again: My pavilion master is really too crooked, engagement or something, instantly let me down. Is there a double portion of congratulatory gifts?

So, throughout the night, everyone in Fengyun Pavilion could hear the big housekeeper crying and laughing in the accountant's warehouse...until dawn.

Of course, the two protagonists, Dongfang Yu and Murong Chun, were not idle that night.

The main reason is that Dongfang Yu is not idle.Because he has "eccentricities".

And, a quirk that no one expected - changing clothes.

Oh no, don't get me wrong, Lord Xiaoyao Wang has no fascination with dressing up or anything, it's just that he is used to what clothes he wears when doing things.

That is to say, there are clothes for visiting a meeting, clothes for eating, clothes for practicing swords, and clothes for getting married, and of course there are clothes for getting married.

Well, that night, from meeting guests, having engagement tea with Murong Chun, and then going to practice swords... Murong Chun witnessed his beloved change several sets of clothes like a juggler.

"Kiss, you are so special." Murong Chun couldn't help climbing onto Dongfang Yu's clothes, sniffing them on his stomach.It smells so good.A clean daughter-in-law is the cutest.

Dongfang Yu frowned.It looks like the suit is going to be changed again.

"Kiss, are you frowning to make dried shrimps?" Murong Chun raised her head sweetly.

Dongfang Yu frowned deeper, paused, and said with difficulty: "Can you stop calling me that?"

Terrified.

"Then what's the name?" Murong Chun tilted his head, "Yu'er?"

Dongfang Yu's frown never relaxed.

On the second day of their engagement, Murong Chun called his fiancé into the room to discuss a very constructive issue - to participate in the martial arts conference!

Of course, the so-called negotiation meant that Murong Chun used Xue Lingzi as a threat to put forward conditions.

The proposed conditions can be summarized into two points: First, my father’s blood coagulation son is for me to change my wife. You will marry me after two years, that is, you will become my wife after two years, so you can only marry me after two years. Here is blood coagulation for you; second, you will be my prospective wife or husband in the past two years, whatever you want, anyway, you are mine, so love me, think about me, listen to me, and make me happy...

In the end, the clumsy Dongfang Yu was forced to accept this statement.

After sending Dongfang Yu away, Murongchun summoned the top management of Fengyun Pavilion to continue discussing this very constructive issue.

"I disagree!"

It was still the butler who spoke first.joke!My pavilion master doesn't know martial arts at all, so it would be strange not to be exposed at the martial arts conference!At that time, I will be swallowed alive outside without knowing it.

"I'll wait for the second."

The second envoy and the four protectors responded enthusiastically as usual.

"No, I'm going!" Murong Chun pouted, and started the cute and coquettish mode, "Go! Go! Go!"

All the high-level officials blinked their eyes, and they were all a little confused... Well, the pavilion owner is really cute when he looks cute.

but--

The butler was the first to wake up: "Don't pout! You're not allowed to go even if you pretend to be cute!"

"I am the pavilion master." Murong Chun struggled with dead eyes.

"If your martial arts can also meet the position of the pavilion master, we will definitely let you go." The butler who watched a certain pavilion master grow from wearing crotch pants to the present did not intend to give her face.

"Are you afraid that I will be in danger?" Murong Chun was touched, and patted the butler on the shoulder, "Don't worry, with Yu'er here, I will be fine. He will protect me."

"Who is Yu'er?" The butler was stunned.

"Dongfang Yu, my wife."

Everyone wiped off their sweat.

Well, for a dead man, it's not bad if he is willing to marry a man, and he can't worry about her calling her husband "daughter-in-law".

only--

"Does Xiaoyao Wang also agree with this title?" Xi Hufa couldn't help asking.

"Yu'er? He agrees, and he likes it very much." With innocent eyes.

Really?

Distrust was written in everyone's eyes.

Murong Chun once again fluttered his big eyes with thick eyelashes, and switched to the innocent mode.

"Okay, that's not the point!" The butler waved his sleeves and brought the topic back, "Anyway, I don't agree with your proposal!"

"But Yu'er agreed." With innocent eyes.

"He's not from our Fengyun Pavilion, what's the use of his promise?"

"Who says he is not? She is my wife."

Uh……

Ok.

This is not the point.

The point is-

"I'm the steward of Fengyun Pavilion. In short, if I don't agree, I can't do it!" Once again, the chief steward found that talking to the pavilion master is easy to go off track and is a waste of words, so he simply made a concluding speech.

"Actually..." Murong Chun kindly reminded, "With Yu'er's martial arts, she can steal me out."

steal out.

steal out...

Fengyun Pavilion high-level collective petrochemical.

"But, I don't think that's good." Murong Chun sighed.

The high-ranking officials breathed a sigh of relief.Finally you have this awareness.

Murong Chun sighed, and continued: "After all, we need money for food and lodging. If we elope, we can't bring much valuable things, not enough to go all the way to the martial arts conference to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble. And you also know that Yu'er He likes changing clothes so much, he is also particular about what he eats, and he needs to use the best ones. Therefore, I still need Aunt Guan’s approval, and then allocate another ten thousand taels of silver for the travel expenses.”

Thousands of two.

Thousands of two...

Fengyun Pavilion's high-level collective is deeply petrified.

"I disagree!"

This was the first and only sentence spoken by the butler who was restored from the petrified state.Then, she walks away.

So, the next day, there was this scene——

A certain pavilion master stretches his robe and wide sleeves, faces the moon with his hands behind his back, and recites a poem at a 45-degree angle to the sky:

"Ge Shengmeng Chu, stalks grow in the wild.

Yumei dies here, who will be alone?

Ge is born with thorns and spreads in the field.

Yumei dies here, who will live alone?

......"

The autumn wind was bleak, blowing on her face, adding a sense of bleakness and sadness.

The butler sighed, and walked forward: "Master, you are here again..."

"I miss my father, and my mother." Murong Chun turned around, his eyes watery and moist.

The butler's heart skipped a beat, knowing that the other party was playing tricks again by reciting poems.Hurry up and shut your mouth tightly, for fear that you will say something when you get excited.

"When my father was dying, he said that Aunt Guan would take care of me. When my mother was dying, she said that Aunt Guan would love me." Murong Chun murmured, and then turned his face to the sky, as if looking at his parents who were far away in the sky. Chant, "The corner pillow is bright, the brocade quilt is rotten. Yumei dies here, who will be with Dudan..."

"Okay!" The butler closed his eyes resignedly, "Let the left and right envoys follow you!"

"Long live Aunt Guan!" A pair of arms wrapped around the butler's neck.

Then the owner of the arm galloped away happily.

The remaining big butler was messed up in the wind.

Well, what if we agreed not to give in this time?She repented deeply in the wind.Still too soft-hearted, too soft-hearted.