Don't talk about money and hurt feelings!Marquis【Crossover】

The old man's words kept echoing in Xu Ziying's ears, Master Rong?who?

He raised his eyes slowly, and re-examined Du Yi through the cracks in the branches. Du Yi was still the same, but the tone of his words just now was not as simple and cautious as usual.

Helpless but very firm, no matter what he said in melancholy, he didn't mean to regret it.

For a while, Xu Ziying had many thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't justify himself. When the old man saw what Du Yi said, he sighed and shook his head, and said shyly.

"Could it be that even the surname Rong is not qualified?"

Du Yi shook his head, "Uncle, that's all in the past. My name is now Du Yi, the name given to me by Master Hou."

Xu Ziying was in a trance for a while, resting his forehead with one hand, Zhou Yunke supported his shoulder, "Let's go."

Xu Ziying had a headache and couldn't listen to anything, so she nodded and left the small pavilion with Zhou Yunke.

After leaving the back garden, Xu Ziying grabbed Zhou Yunke's arm, lowered his head and said, "Brother Zhou, what happened just now..."

Zhou Yunke understood what he meant, and said with a light smile, "I didn't hear a word, don't worry."

Needless to say, talking to smart people, the dull pain in his head gradually subsided, and he felt that Zhou Yunke was still supporting his shoulders, so he hurried to the side.

Zhou Yunke also withdrew his hand and said softly, "Go and sit in front."

Of course Xu Ziying was not in the mood, and Du Yi and He Shengyan came back not long after, Du Yi's eyes were red from crying, but nothing else could be seen, He Shengyan pushed Du Yi forward and said with a smile.

"I just chatted with my parents, let Du Yi come and play when I have free time."

Du nodded, seeing Xu Ziying stand up and go out, and hurriedly followed, while Zhou Yunke said to He Shengyan, "Farewell."

But He Shengyan stopped him.

Zhou Yunke's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "Master He Shu, what else is there?"

I saw He Shengyan looked him up and down, and then moved closer to let him see the puppets walking around in the house: "Look, Mr. Zhou, don't these puppets all look like dead people?"

Zhou Yunke smiled politely: "He Shushi was joking, the puppet is a dead person."

"It seems that Mr. Zhou has some understanding of the puppet art," He Shengyan stood with his arms folded, and tapped his arm with the folding fan in his hand.

"Master Zhou knew that if the artisan is skilled, the puppet's skin will be unmistakable, and no one will be able to tell the difference."

After hearing these words, Zhou Yunke looked at him frankly, "Then, can Master He know it?"

He Shengyan laughed, opened his fan "swipe", and exaggeratedly raised his voice: "This and my skill, this kind of magic technique has long been lost, no way!"

Zhou Yunke lowered his eyelids and said, "He Shushi is modest." He Shengyan said to him softly, "No matter how human the puppet is, its weakness is still the same."

The folding fan was closed, and the ebony bone handle gave off a faint light. It clicked on Zhou Yunke's brand-new official uniform, "Heart..."

As he spoke, he slowly slid to Zhou Yunke's straight neck, and He Shengyan said quietly: "Or the neck, if the head falls off, even the king of heaven and I won't work, Master Zhou knows? Hahahaha."

Before the words fell, He Shengyan laughed mockingly, Zhou Yunke did not move from the beginning to the end, and secretly rubbed his fingers on the hilt of the sword, and finally said softly.

"of course I know."

Today Xu Ziying went to each shop to check the accounts, and when he knew his boss was coming early in the morning, no one dared to neglect him. Although he had made sufficient preparations, every shopkeeper who sent Xu Ziying away inevitably wiped off his sweat.

"What happened to my boss today? I can't even breathe."

The servant next to him greeted him, "Yes, yes, maybe the boss is in a bad mood today..."

Xu Ziying didn't say a word along the way, and it didn't seem normal to look normal. After checking the account, he returned to the Hou's mansion, kicked out all the servants in the kitchen, and stuck himself in it to cook.

Seeing this posture, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and could only wait outside.

When Rong Feiyan came back, he heard from Du Yi that Xu Ziying had personally cooked a table of dishes waiting for him, thinking about what a good day it was, he went straight to the main house.

"Master Hou, today we..."

As usual, Du Yi wanted to report to Rong Feiyan about Xu Ziying's whereabouts for the day, but before he could say anything, Rong Feiyan disappeared.

Rong Fei was tired of striding and walking, shuttling in the veranda, the servants saw that he hadn't waited to say hello, and when he looked up, there was only a tall and straight figure left for them.

It's no wonder that Rong Fei was a little impatient, Xu Ziying was injured, the two of them hadn't been close for a long time, and now they're finally healed, and they still took the initiative...

Rong Fei jumped into the room like a dexterous black panther, and said against the light: "Yingying? Daughter-in-law? Baby..."

Xu Ziying was sitting on the stool and was feeding Duoduo. Duoduo was completely weaned now, and was obediently sitting on Daddy's lap, eating vegetables and chicken porridge bite by bite with his small mouth open.

Xu Ziying was indeed waiting for him, but there were still many and a whole room of servants.They all turned their faces to the door, not knowing when their Master Hou came out.

Seeing this scene, Rong Fei tired of restraining his emotions, coughed clearly, and Xu Ziying glanced at him: "Let's eat when we get back."

Rong Fei walked over tiredly, Duoduo raised his small head, looked at the tall man in front of him, his brown pupils were shining, he puffed out his cheeks and yelled vaguely.

"Father……"

"My dear son, don't sit on Daddy's lap."

Rong Fei plucked his curly hair twice in disgust, picked him up and stuffed it to the nurse, and also gave the meat porridge from Xu Ziying's hand.

The first truth Duoduo learned from childhood was that he should not compete with his father for his father, so he did not cry or make trouble until the meal was finished. He just looked at Xu Ziying with some reluctance, and was taken away by the wet nurse.

Rong Fei was tired of letting the servants go out again, and when the door was closed, he bent down and kissed Xu Ziying's cheek a few times.

Xu Ziying didn't dodge or dodge, Rong Feiyan sat down to eat after the intimacy was over, Rong Feiyan sat down and watched him serve the soup, rested his chin with one hand, and looked at him with good eyes.

"Why is Yingying thinking about cooking today?"

Xu Ziying pushed the fresh soup to him and smiled: "It's been a long time since I had a serious meal at the table, so I just make it if I want to."

Rong Feiyan also smiled and said: "Master Hou, I haven't eaten Yingying's food for a long time, I think about it very much."

Xu Ziying gave him a piece of beef and asked him to eat it while it was hot, and said suddenly after a long time.

"Duo Duo always told me that there is only one child in the house, and he is very lonely."

Rong Fei got tired of hearing it but didn't take it seriously, "I used to play alone when I was a child, and this person will always be lonely, so I give him the best food and clothing, just get used to it."

Xu Ziying asked him again: "What about Du Yi, didn't Du Yi play with you since childhood?"

"Du Yi." Rong Fei swallowed his food tiredly, and said, "When he picked me up from another place, I had already grown up, so I couldn't be regarded as a playmate."

Xu Ziying said "Oh", "Then why isn't his family surnamed Rong?"

Rong Fei didn't think too much about it, and said: "An unremarkable child from the Pangzhi family, who has had several quarrels with the Rong family, it's not surprising that it's Pang's surname."

After speaking, she raised her head, "What's the matter, what is Yingying asking these for?"

"It's nothing." Xu Ziying's tone was light, and he added a cup of tea to Rong Feiyan.

"Ask whatever you want."