My husband is a traitor

Chapter 122 Protect Your Weakness, Fanxin

"Hoo--" Rong Jue tilted his head, and a silver needle flew away from his cheek, and nailed it straight to the pillar in front of him.

An's face changed suddenly, and the sword in his hand pointed at the person who came——

Mu Youran.

"Girl Mu, what do you mean?" When An An saw that it was her, Wei Wei withdrew her moves, just stared at Mu Youran with puzzlement and some defensiveness, and asked.

Her murderous look just now doesn't seem like a joke.

Rong Jue slowly turned the wheelchair around, narrowed his long and narrow eyes lightly, the cold and menacing aura in his eyes made Mu Youran's cold face slightly stiff.

But she just looked at Rong Jue coldly and said, "If it wasn't for Junior Sister, I would have killed you just now."

This person brought junior sister an absolutely immeasurable danger.

Rong Jue raised his hand and lightly raised his fingertips, and saw the sound of a light airflow splitting, and the plain hairpin on Mu Youran's head was cut off by the air.

Her complexion changed, and she looked at the hairpin that was broken in two on the ground very ugly.

But Rong Jue's cold voice sounded low, "If you weren't her senior sister, you would be a corpse now."

These words made An Yi startled, this was the first time that the master spoke like this...

There is even a day when the master will be jealous of a person and let the person who offends him go.In the past, if Mu Youran attacked his master, the end would not be good.

Hearing this, Mu Youran's face turned ugly, but her heart moved slightly. Thinking about it, although the words were harsh and cold, but such a cruel and merciless person, being able to say such words, could barely be regarded as a treat for the junior sister.

certainly--

not enough!
"Junior Sister sucked out the snake venom for you. When you were insane, she persisted and almost died at your hands. Now she is begging Master for you. You know, she didn't like begging when she was young. She was smiling, but she was actually stubborn and refused to bow her head to beg for help easily. Rong Jue, you can't afford her affection and devotion. I only hope that in the future, no matter whether you become king or loser, you will do your best to protect her well. "

Mu Youran bent down and picked up the two hairpins on the ground, then turned around coldly, "If you tell me that you blame her and hurt her, we Zhong Xiushan will never let it go!"

When she reached the door, she turned her face slightly, her tone was threatening and hoarse, and then walked away.

"Master..." An Yi walked over, took off the silver needle, threw it out of the window, glanced at Rong Jue, but the latter was looking out of the window, thinking of something.

"You don't need to let her know about this matter. I'll go out, don't need to follow." Standing up directly from the wheelchair, Rong Jue straightened the hem of his clothes, ordered An Yi lightly, and walked out.

He ordered like this, secretly dare not disobey.

Therefore, when Jiang Linlang came in with a medicine bowl, she saw An Yi sticking there like a guard, and the wheelchair in the room was empty, she couldn't help wondering, "Where are the others?"

Taking a dark look at Jiang Linlang, the other person's expression was as usual, presumably he had not met Mu Youran, and since the master ordered him not to know, then just treat it as if it never happened.

Slightly narrowing his eyes, "The master just went out, what orders does the madam have?"

Jiang Linlang put the tray on the table, and just smiled and shook her head when she heard the words, "It's nothing, remember to let him drink the medicine later. I promised my junior sister to practice swordsmanship with her, so I'll go there first."

After finishing speaking, she left gracefully and gracefully.

An San on the roof hurriedly shook his head and sighed, and said to An Si beside him, "Not to mention, Madam is really a wonderful woman who can go out of the hall and down to the kitchen, beat the enemy, and subdue the hooligans..."

An Si gave him a cold look, "As a dark guard, you really talk too much."

However, it was rare for him to agree with what An San said. Although this lady was not suitable for their master, he couldn't find a more suitable mistress than her.

Rong Jue bent down, digging through the grass to look for something, although An Yi remembered his instructions, he also remembered Jiang Linlang's words, and found Rong Jue who was looking for something in the grass in front of the window before the medicine cooled.

"Master, Madam just came here. I want you to take it before the medicine cools down." An Yi didn't know what Rong Jue was looking for, so he took a step forward, "What is Master looking for? Why don't the subordinates—"

"Get out." Rong Jue's back was slightly stiff, and he uttered a word coldly, but the corner of his eyes was dimly lit, and he stretched out his hand slightly, picked up something and stuffed it into his sleeve.

Turning around, she returned to her indifferent look, "Where is she?"

An Yi, who was reprimanded by Rong Jue for no reason, bowed his head silently, thinking in his heart that both of them asked the same question...

"Madam said to practice swords with Miss Tang in front."

Hearing this, Rong Jue pursed his thin lips lightly, for a while, senior sister and senior brother, and then junior sister again...

Really, it's an eyesore.

With dark eyes, he walked into the room, glanced at the medicine bowl on the table, An Yi was about to go forward to test him for poison, when he raised his hand, picked up the medicine bowl, and drank the whole thing with a bow of his neck.

He frowned slightly, but when he put down the medicine bowl, he saw a small plate of red bean cakes with a hint of sweetness on the tray.

Twisting a piece, Rong Jue put it in his mouth, the sweet and glutinous fragrance immediately washed away the bitterness in his mouth.

Finally, the corners of her lips hooked slightly, and her complexion softened a lot.

Ming stared at his pockets at a glance——

He always thought that the master hated sweets!

I couldn't help but feel sincere admiration for Jiang Linlang again in my heart.

Taking a clean handkerchief and wiping the corners of his mouth, and then cleaning his hands, Rong Jue put on a blood-red cloak and walked towards the front yard.

"Master, I'm going--" An Yi hurriedly followed, An Si frowned, hesitating whether to follow.

An San glanced at him, looking at him with mentally retarded eyes, "Don't join in the fun, let me tell you, An Yi still has to be scolded."

"What do you mean?" Ansi frowned, puzzled.

An San heaved a sigh of relief, "Winter is here, and spring is not far away."

A group of brothers who have no experience in relationships and are dumb-headed, just wait, the master's current state of being so fidgety and awkward, it's clear that he has moved his heart.

An Yi is fine with everything, but there is nothing emotionally, the master is angry and doesn't want to really attack his wife, but who will be scolded when he is secretly scolded?

"Senior Sister—you are too fast!" Jiang Linlang knocked down the sword in a few strokes for the umpteenth time. Tang Shuang'er stomped her feet, and the bell on her foot jingled. She pouted and threw the sword on the ground , with a look of displeasure and frustration, "I can't beat you!"

Jiang Linlang put the sword away with a smooth movement, and put it behind her back. Hearing this, her face and eyes were all smiles, and she stepped forward to pick up the sword for her and handed it to the sulking little girl, coaxing, "You, If you don't focus on practicing martial arts, you can't beat me if you don't practice on weekdays. Come on, don't be upset, senior sister let you go?"

"Hmph, I don't want Senior Sister to let you go!" Tang Shuang'er narrowed her eyes, puffed her face, took the sword, and started to compete with Jiang Linlang again.

(End of this chapter)