Nanjing City, Dingguo Duke's Mansion.

Duke Dingguo Fu looked at the map in his hand and the half-queci beside him, and in front of him was the fat King Fu.

"Look at this word, do you have the anger that you and me back then?" King Fu picked up the tea and took a sip: "And you also look at this map carefully. If you didn't walk all over the mountains and rivers, it would be impossible to be so detailed."

"Well..." Duke Ding put the manuscript paper on the table: "Your little girl hasn't done anything recently, right? You are also restraining her. It's not peaceful now, so don't say anything you shouldn't say."

"My family is a girl, but your family has caused a lot of trouble since childhood."

"I'm old, so I'll naturally be more favored." Duke Ding sighed and said, "Forget it, I won't mention him."

"Where is Rou'er? I haven't seen Rou'er for a long time."

"That girl... is not a worry-free thing. She said she didn't want to rely on her family and wanted to go out in the world. Tell me, these two children..."

King Fu laughed: "You and I have been fighting all our lives, but Old Man Lin was so anxious that he was overwhelmed by the baby's affairs."

"If I were asked to choose, I would rather carry my 36-pound saber and kill the enemy, and I would definitely kill the Khitan Mongolian."

King Fu waved his hand: "Forget it, I'm old, you and I'm already in twilight. Let's leave the world to the younger generation. I won't say anything anymore, I have to go to the show and return the picture to me."

"You are so stingy, don't worry, I'll find someone to print it out before giving it to you." Duke Ding stood up and walked out: "Do you have to prepare wine and food for you this night?"

"If you are serving the best wine and meat, if you have any incompleteness, I will demolish your broken house."

King Fu left with his guard, and Duke Ding picked up the map and looked at it a few times: "Fang'er, come out."

Soon, the young master walked out from behind the screen and shook his fan with a smile: "Father, according to the spy, the person who painted this picture is Song Beiyun."

"You only said he was smart at the beginning." Duke Ding gently tapped the table: "But he didn't say he had such talent."

The young master tilted his head and looked at the map: "It seems that you are short of people when you can attract King Fu, Daddy."

Duke Ding frowned and glared at his eyes. The young master immediately bowed and took a step back: "It's the child who talks too much."

"Okay, please take good care of the King of Yan, don't let the people in the court find out there. If someone informs you, just kill him or her."

"Yes, dad. What about this Song Beiyun?"

"Look, if you are really smart, you can think of a way to stay by your side, but if you are a sour literati, it's fine." Duke Ding shook his head gently: "Where is your bastard sister?"

"Sister is in the front hall, will I go and call me?"

"Let her get over here."

The young master did not move, but looked at Duke Ding with a puzzled look: "Father, it's not that the child said to you. At this age, when will you be angry with your sister? How long can you stop? She has a strong personality, and you are also a strong personality. You two have been incompatible since I can remember. Why is that? If it weren't... Sister is not your biological child?"

"Bastard! Nonsense!!!"

"That's it. It's both my biological child and my hatred, and why is it?"

"Ha, let's see if she has any father in her eyes!" Duke Ding was so angry when he mentioned his daughter: "Let her get over here."

"Then you have to agree. You can't mess with your sister this time."

"Yes, yes, yes, no more trouble."

After getting the recognition from his father, the young master went to the front hall to call his sister to his father. Seeing her unwilling look on her face, the young master sighed and said, "Don't provoke him anymore. This old man is very weird. You don't know, why are you doing it?"

"You need to say it, but I just don't like to hear his nonsense words, can't you?"

"You should stop making trouble. You are my sister. If it were someone else, you would be able to see that I wouldn't be able to hang your neck and hang your beams." The young master raised his face and said, "Just give me some thin face."

"You?" the woman grabbed his face with one hand: "How much face do you have in me?"

"Oh... it hurts... it hurts... it hurts... I was wrong, sister, I was wrong..."

The woman let go of her hand and sneered: "If you talk to me next time, I will tear your mouth apart."

The young master rubbed his face and smiled bitterly: "Sister, if you do this, when will I have to carry you into the sedan chair?"

"I won't get married." The woman walked forward: "What did the old man ask me to do again?"

The young master's eyes turned: "Cliparted."

The two entered the inner hall together. Duke Ding glanced at his children, and before he could speak, the young master rushed forward: "Dad, Dad, sister brought you some gadgets you like to eat on weekdays."

As he said that, he took out a cloth bag from his arms. The woman next to him looked at it and was stunned. She had a big fuck...

Unpacking the cloth bag, it contained the candy he had taken from Song Beiyun a few days ago. He hadn't been willing to eat it these days, and now it was all placed in front of Duke Ding.

When Duke Ding saw that it was sugar, he raised his eyelids and looked at his daughter, and his expression also eased a lot. But after Zuo Rou saw the sugar, his brows slowly frowned.

"Rou'er, you'll be eighteen next year."

It was his own daughter, what could he do if he had a fuss? Duke Ding slowed down his tone: "Your engagement with the Wang family..."

"Don't marry." Zuo Rou shook her head, and her long ponytail shook it from left to right: "Don't care about the Wang family and Li family, I just won't marry."

"You can't do this."

Zuo Rou chuckled and gently twisted the ends of her hair: "My body cannot be my own? That's fine. I'll just find someone to give you a secret knot. When I saw it, the Wang family still didn't want it."

"You!!! Rebellious!!!!!!"

Duke Dingguo was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped him, but Zuo Fang stood in front of his sister and blocked the slap. Although he was slapped hard, he still stepped forward and hugged Duke Dingguo Dingguo's arm: "Dad! Don't hit him, don't hit him!"

Duke Ding Guo's face was flushed with anger and pointed at Zuo Rou: "You dare to say such shameless words. See if I won't discount your legs today!"

While stopping her father, Zuo Fang gestured to her sister behind her back. When Zuo Rou saw the familiar gesture, she ran away and ran out of the yard.

And the guards were all looking at the sky. When Zuo Rou ran past them, one of the guards said to the other: "He Da, the wind is so noisy today."

"Yeah, it's very noisy."

Zuo Rou, who ran out of her home again, was full of grievances. She walked on the street for a long time, and then came to a tavern, sitting inside, and shouted angrily: "Waiter, come and have a pot of wine! Then she got a whole duck."

Not long after the response, the duck and the wine came up, but just as Zuo Rou was about to hold the wine glass, she reached out from behind her with one hand and pulled the duck's legs straight off.

She turned her head and took a look, then punched her without saying a word.

"Hey... I'll eat your duck legs, so why don't you?" Song Beiyun sat beside her with a basket on her back and covered her stomach: "If you don't know, I thought I touched your thigh."

"Get out, I don't have any thoughts."

"So what's wrong? The head of the family." Song Beiyun covered his stomach with one hand, and then began to bite the duck legs: "Who provoked you?"

Zuo Rou didn't want to mention those nonsense, but just waved her hand: "Waiter, let's have another set of bowls and chopsticks."

Song Beiyun was not polite and shouted immediately: "A roast chicken, half a pound of mutton, you need mutton tendon meat, you have to serve it to me and see the fat one. I will overturn your table."

Seeing his appearance, Zuo Rou laughed without holding it in one breath: "It's only been a few days, why are you here again today?"

"Don't mention it." Song Beiyun took out the penicillin and aspirin that he had to deliver every month from his bag with helpless expression: "I'm just going to send you medicine. This is the amount of four months, so don't squander it."

"What are you going to do?" Zuo Rou took the bottle: "Four months?"

"Isn't this the state trial in August? My brother Yusheng wants to be imprisoned for four months."

Seeing Song Beiyun's dejected look, Zuo Rou actually laughed out loud.

"Okay, okay, don't laugh?" Song Beiyun poured himself a glass of water and wine, stuffed himself, and then suddenly raised his head: "What are you doing here? This store is not cheap. This does not match your usual stingy characteristics. You must have done something shameful."

"Fart!" Zuo Rou was angry and funny when she saw him: "Don't I be allowed to indulge in a little bit?"

"Okay, okay, you indulge yourself." Song Beiyun stepped on the bench with one foot: "Anyway, you know where I live, and if you want to encounter any trouble, go find me in person."

"Personal? Yoyo, you have such a great deal of face. Can't you send someone to go?" Zuo Rou gave him a blank look: "You are still pretty."

Song Beiyun looked up and down at Zuo Rou: "You are the most beautiful girl I have known so far. Can you be a little bit like a girl? Come on, come on and be charming."

"Get out!" Zuo Rou waved her hand: "I'll be annoyed when I look at you."

He followed her for a while, and saw her secretly wipe her tears. But now it seems that she doesn't want to say why. Since she doesn't say why, then let's not say it. Even friends don't need to make everything public.

"Hello."

This is how women are. When they have no appetite, they will naturally feel unhappy when they see others eating fragrantly. She shouted fiercely: "Song Beiyun!"

"What are you doing? Do you still want people to eat well?" Song Beiyun held the duck legs with one hand and held the chicken wings with the other: "If you can speak well, I won't call you."

"You called Chu Yuxuan, right? You said it many times." Zuo Rou sighed, "What if you say, what if your family forced a marriage?"

Song Beiyun slowly tilted his head and narrowed his eyes: "Didn't your parents die?"

Zuo Rou slapped her face: "Resurrection."

"Do your parents have a resurrection armor?" Song Beiyun raised his legs and crossed his legs: "Waiter, the best top daughter is popular, and she won't pay for it if she is not expensive!"
Chapter completed!