The third son of the Zhu family did not come to the cowshed. He just frowned and said, "This little girl is really good at running. I don't know where she ran to."
Zhu Laosan was quite disgusted with the courtyard where Zhu Ting lived, and left cursing.
After a long time, when there was no sound from the third son of the Zhu family, Zhao Yun finally let go of the hand that was covering Yu Xihe and lit the oil lamp in the cowshed.
Yu Xihe watched the oil lamp being lit and was surprised to see Zhao Yun's appearance. "You are very handsome. Apart from Sister Xiangye's husband from another place, I have never seen such a handsome man."
Zhao Yun frowned slightly. The daughters of ordinary people just don’t know the rules.
Yu Xihe said to Zhao Yun, "Thank you for saving me today. I will repay you well."
Zhao Yun didn't say anything.
Yu Xihe said, "I don't dare go back to the house tonight. My father is the newly appointed governor of Yuezhou City. Because the Crown Prince of Chang'an passed away, they went to Chang'an with my brothers to attend the funeral and have not returned yet. I was going to spend the New Year alone. My grandmother, uncle and aunt said they felt sorry for me spending the New Year alone and brought me here to celebrate the New Year. But who knew they actually wanted my third cousin to marry me? I don't want to marry my third cousin."
Zhao Yun listened to Yu Xihe introduce herself. He took a branch and wrote on the ground, "Is your father Yu Bai?"
Yu Xihe looked at Zhao Yun and said, "Well, my father's name is Yu Bai? Can't you speak?"
Zhao Yun looked at Yu Xihe. As the prefect of Yuezhou, he could naturally pass on official documents to his father, but Zhao Yun didn't know how trustworthy Yu Xihe and Yu Bai were.
If Yu Bai goes to Chang'an, will he be bribed by Ye Wanhe?
Zhao Yun thought for a while and wrote with a wooden stick: "You don't have to thank me. I saved you because you have the same name as my wife, and my wife's name also contains the character 禾."
Yu Xihe looked through the oil lamp at the words Zhao Yun had written on the tree branch and said, "Your handwriting is really beautiful, even more beautiful than that of Sister Xiangye's husband from another province. However, my "He" character is the "He" character for lotus leaf, not the "He" character for your wife."
Zhao Yun just stared at the word "禾" and clenched the branch in his hand. He had only one thought in his mind: he must get back from Ye Wanhe all the humiliation he had suffered in the past few days.
Yu Xihe looked at Zhao Yun's profile under the lamp and said, "You are my second cousin's new mute slave, right? Where is your wife? Where does she work as a maid? You are so handsome, so your wife must be even more beautiful, right?"
Zhao Yun ignored Yu Xihe and walked into the cowshed, closed his eyes and rested. What emerged before his eyes were the little things he had experienced with Ye Wanhe.
Yu Xihe looked at the words Zhao Yun wrote with a wooden stick, and the more she looked at them, the more familiar they felt: "No, your handwriting is so familiar, I feel like I've seen it somewhere."
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