Zhejiao

(This article is copyrighted by Jinjiang and private reproduction is prohibited) Twenty-year-old Zhao Yu was originally a Tanhualang. His father was a high-ranking official in the court and had a great career, but he was implicated in this major fraud case. My father was on the wrong team and was framed. He resigned from the emperor and returned to his hometown. On the way, he suffered a heart attack and his father passed away. Zhao Yu observed filial piety and could not take the imperial examination again within three years. His father passed away and his sister was married. Zhao Yu was disheartened. Unexpectedly, he met a Shuang'er, who haunted him. First arrived in the county. Zhao Yu: "No! I, Zhao, am not a profligate person. I hope Mr. Lu will respect himself." Lu Qingmeng snorted coldly: "You disobeyed me today, don't blame me for kidnapping you back to the house." Zhao Yu: "... Mr. Lu, please don't be impulsive." Lu Qingmeng swept the celadon cup to the ground with one hand, and there were debris everywhere in the pavilion. Lu Qingmeng: "If you don't give me an explanation today, there will be no discussion about the restaurant. I want to take a closer look. If you offend me, how many days can your Guyun Restaurant be able to survive in the county?" Zhao Yu: I have a headache. ———— Zhao Yu: "Qingmeng~ My dear Qingmeng, it's my fault. I should never have offended you." Lu Qingmeng glanced at him sideways, her lips parted lightly: "Get out." Zhao Yu: "It's a clear dream, but I don't know what is good and what is good. I am short-sighted and short-sighted. You, sir, have a lot, so please spare me." Lu Qingmeng didn't look at him, and the servants helped the young master into the mansion knowingly. Shanliu Zhao Yu stood in front of the house. After a while, the door was pushed open a crack. Zhao Yu was overjoyed and was about to say something. The servant handed him a jade pendant and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, my young master said that without Dafu's life, he has no chance to meet Mr. Zhao. Please keep this jade pendant and take it back. My young master doesn't want it." Zhao Yu: "..." If a token of love is sent out, is there any reason to return it? ————Small Theater———— "It's a thing made by a donkey! If you dare to mess with me again, be careful and I'll ask someone to cut you off tomorrow!" Lu Qingmeng was so angry that the corners of her eyes turned red. She held on to the brocade quilt and refused to be pulled away, but exposed her lame leg. Lu Qingmeng was annoyed and said in a harsh tone: "No, Zhao Yu!" "Hey, my husband is here." The corners of Zhao Yu's lips raised slightly, and he picked up his white feet. He completely lost the gentlemanly attitude in front of others, but seemed to be more and more obsessed. He even lowered his head and kissed her. Lu Qingmeng's round eyes widened, her fingertips trembled, and she pointed at Zhao Yu and couldn't say a word. His right foot was born lame, and he could not use it as much as he wanted. He had to be supported by slaves, and it had shrunk into a small foot after years of use. What I hate the most is this lameness. But Zhao Yu seemed to be crazy, and he was not Qingyun's jade, so there was nothing to play with. I really don't know if his feet are broken. Concept: There is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.