A tree of holly is floating

At the beginning of April, the grass-growing warblers in Xiangxi are flying like brocades, and in the shallow bay surrounded by sparkling willows, a few small fish are happily chasing and playing.

As soon as Zhaoer got off the horse, she couldn't wait to pester Xue Jin to teach her how to fly a kite, while Wang Chuan unloaded the utensils from the horse and prepared to set up a stove to make a fire and boil some tea.

"Look, Brother Lang! Brother Lang!" Zhao'er held a thin string in her hand, turned her head and shouted cheerfully, "Look, Brother Lang!"

At this time Xue Lang was lying under a big willow tree with the big folding fan covering his face.

Zhao'er handed the spool of thread to Xue Jin, and trotted over with her skirt in hand, gently opened the corner of the folding fan, and saw that he had really fallen asleep with his eyes closed, and his big eyes were rolling around, so he wanted to pick it from the side. A blade of grass.

Xue Lang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he had already seen through his cousin's mind. While she was lowering her head, she got up abruptly and stretched out her hand to scratch at her armpit. How could the little girl withstand this? Roll dodge, while giggling and begging for mercy: "Hahaha...Brother Lang...Brother...haha...I...I was wrong...haha...You...you forgive me...please forgive me...hahahaha!"

Wang Chuan added a few dead branches to the firepit, picked up the steaming jug that had already been burned, filled one, got up and gave it to Xue Jin.

Xue Jin smiled and took the tea cup handed over by Wang Chuan, looked at the two laughing and joking people under the willow tree, and said, "It seems that Xiangxi is really simple and honest!"

Zhao'er hoarsely said: "Brother Jin...hahaha...Brother Jin...haha...come and save...help me...hahaha..."

Xue Lang was taken aback: "Why did you call him? You know I'd be jealous! I have to deal with you!" Then he scratched harder, and now Zhao'er laughed so hard that he couldn't utter a word.

The corner of Xue Jin's mouth hooked slightly, and said with a smile: "The two of them really don't have a marriage contract?"

Wang Chuan held the teacup in his hand, and replied softly, "No."

The wind picked up a bit, the butterfly swayed twice, and the thread that Xue Jin held in her hand became even tighter.

Looking up at the kite in the sky, Xue Jin said, "This really means something!"

Xue Jin held the spool in one hand and the thin kite string in the other, and slowly let it go, the butterfly kite flew higher, Xue Jin said again: "By the way, there are what news?"

Looking at the kite in the sky, Wang Chuan replied, "I got the kite, but I was seriously injured."

Xue Jin snorted, a little puzzled: "Where are people now?"

Wang Chuan looked down at the man beside him, and replied, "It has been settled."

Xue Jin pulled back the hand holding the kite string, and asked, "Do you know who hurt her?"

Wang Chuan looked at the spool and said, "An old man."

Xue Jin was puzzled: "Old man?"

Wang Chuan replied: "The old man who painted the coffin shop."

Xue Jin snorted and said, "Interesting, it's really interesting!" As he was speaking, the spool in his hand slipped and slid out several times, and the butterfly kite backed up and fell down.

Wang Chuan, with quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed the spool, but Xue Jin's other hand had already been strangled with a long bloody gash by the thin thread.

After grabbing the spool and wrapping it around his arm a few times, Wang Chuan took his wrist and gently pushed his slender, long, white and delicate fingers to check his strength.

The long bloody slit kept leaking blood beads, Wang Chuan leaned over and blew gently, and asked with concern: "Does it hurt?"

Xue Jinwuer smiled and replied: "You are always so nervous!"

Wang Chuan looked at him with displeasure, and said, "You are always so careless!"

Xue Jin withdrew her palm, stretched her five fingers back slightly, and immediately gasped from the pain, and had to smile wryly, "It hurts a bit!"

At this time, Zhao'er had begged for mercy and got up from the ground. Just in time to see the scene just now, she brushed her fine hair on her forehead and ran over.

Wang Chuan took a step back consciously.

Zhao'er held Xue Jin's bloody palm with both hands, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with Brother Jin?"

Xue Jin smiled and said: "It's nothing, I was strangled by the kite string just now!"

Xue Lang leaned over, took a look, and said, "Oh, this wound is deep enough! Tsk tsk, I won't be able to get out of bed for a month!" As he spoke, he curled his lips and shook his head.

Zhao'er stomped her feet: "Brother Lang, don't make sarcastic remarks! No matter how small the wound is, if it is delayed, it will be serious!"

Xue Lang propped the fan open with a bang, turned his head and said, "Yes, yes! Mr. Zhao is right!"

Zhao'er pulled out a white and clean handkerchief from her bosom, gently bandaged Xue Jin's wound, and said, "Don't touch the water these few days! When I go back home, I'll go to where my mother will give Xue Jin the wound." Brother, get some ointment, and I'm sure there won't be any scars!"

Xue Lang snorted next to him, pretending to imitate: "There will be no scars!"

But Xue Jin said with a smile: "Sister Zhao'er bothered! It's just that I can't teach you to fly a kite today." After speaking, he glanced at Wangchuan not far away. He was recycling the kite line, and the piece was stained He twisted off the bloody kite string and put it in his arms.

Zhao'er tied the handkerchief carefully, and said, "It's okay, it's not too late to teach me when Brother Jin's hand injury heals!" Turning back to Wang Chuan, he said, "You have to take good care of me!" Your son!"

Wang Chuan nodded silently.

Xue Lang glanced at the bend in the river boredly, and then shouted, "Come here quickly, Zhao'er, I'll catch fish for you!"

Zhaoer told Wang Chuan a few more words, and then excitedly ran towards Xue Lang, who had already taken off his boots and went down into the river.

Wang Chuan walked over with the butterfly kite in his hand, and looked at the white handkerchief wrapped in Xue Jin's hand, with no trace of happiness or anger on his face.

Xue Jin looked at the palm of her hand, then at Wang Chuan, and said with a smile: "Take it off when you go back!"

Seeing that Wang Chuan was still silent, Xue Jin asked, "By the way, I left without saying a word in the morning, isn't it just to buy glutinous rice balls?"

Wang Chuan said, "Why not?"

Xue Jin smiled and said, "Any fool can see that those people have problems!"

Wang Chuan nodded and said, "The face is familiar."

Xue Jin asked again: "From the royal city?"

Wang Chuan stared at Xue Jin and nodded again.

Xue Jin hummed.

Naturally, Xue Chengmei didn't know that the group of assassins he met on the first day of March was arranged by this unwelcome son.

At the beginning, Xue Jin's biological mother, Mrs. Wei, refused to allow Xue Chengmei to take Mrs. Hu into the house after beating her to death.After Hu's illness forgot, Wei's relented and agreed to take Xue Lang into the mansion, but Xue Lang was unwilling.

Xue Chengmei didn't say anything, but she was naturally partial to Xue Lang in her heart.

In fact, it can be understood as guilt, guilt towards their mother and child, this kind of partiality caused by guilt, for Xue Jin, it is more selfish.

So he had to take a risky move to fight for himself and Wangchuan.

It is a reminder to Xue Chengmei, but also a deterrent.

But now that Tiger and Tiger really sent someone, and maybe they have met Xue Chengmei, the road ahead seems to be more and more difficult.

Xue Jin's palms felt a little hot, she was jumping chugs, and she raised her head and asked, "Where's father? What have you been up to these days?"

Wang Chuan cast his eyes on the figure in the bay.

Xue Jin understood, and said, "It should be his, so no one can take it away."

This half-brother not only hangs around the house all day long, but also has a tight mouth, but who knows how much thought is hidden under the skin of that prodigal young master.

Seeing Wang Chuan staring at her again, Xue Jin smiled and said, "However, no one said you can't grab it!"

Wang Chuan remained silent, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Xue Jin said again: "Those two nobles had an accident as soon as they got off the boat, and they were the ones who did it, right?"

Wang Chuan was noncommittal.

Xue Jin sighed, and said: "No one will ever know which will come first, the glory and wealth or the different places!" There was a faint sense of relief in her tone.

Wang Chuan's eyes met his cold eyes, he hesitated to speak.

Xue Jin pulled Wang Chuan back with a smile, and continued, "So, if you come, you should be safe, and the soldiers will cover you with water and soil!"

Wang Chuan stretched out a hand to cover the back of Xue Jin's hand, and said, "I'm here!"

Xue Jin held that hand backhand and said, "Okay!"

It's just something that Xue Chengmei didn't expect, and there are more.

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The author has something to say:

Wang Chuan is jealous hahaha

Serving tea and handing water to attack X Jiaojin black-bellied subject