I Am This Type of Woman

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Wang Qu is different from Du Jiu, Du Jiu is only Rong Xia's close bodyguard, but he is a counselor, and he is the one who is more important among several counselors.

He has never liked Banhua very much, because the princess is too beautiful, too delicate, and too self-confident. Such a woman can't be a hostess. She doesn't know how to help Lord Hou comfort his subordinates, she lacks intelligence and strategy, she can't even touch the word virtuous, she can't let Lord Hou worry about the outside world, and when she returns home, she has to coax a woman who is good at eating, drinking and having fun?

"You're too self-righteous," Du Jiu said expressionlessly, "If it wasn't for Princess Fule, Lord Hou and I would have died. You have no chance to say these things to me again. If you came today, it was just to say these things , please come back."

"Du Jiu, you were bewitched by her."

"It's normal to be bewitched by your savior," Du Jiu pushed back a basket of oranges, "Bring your things back, I'll eat them cold."

Wang Qu wanted to persuade him again, but seeing Du Jiu's unwillingness to speak, he knew it was useless to talk too much, so he stood up and cupped his hands to Du Jiu, "Farewell."

"Walk slowly."

Walking out of the yard, Wang Qu looked up at the gray sky, tightened his thick cloak, and turned to go back to his yard. These disciples all live outside the inner main courtyard, and the three gates are not easy to enter on weekdays.

When passing by the garden in the mansion, he heard the laughter of a woman in the garden, and couldn't help but stop and look over.

The snowflakes are flying, and the stable Lord Hou of their family is actually playing a game that only children can play with a woman, making a snowman. He still had a relaxed smile on his face, as if this game was full of fun, and it could make him feel better than a single ancient book.

Wang Qu couldn't help but stopped and watched the scene quietly.

"You can't cover a snowman's head with green leaves," Rong Xia took off the cypress branch that Banhua covered the snowman's head, "it's not a good color."

"Why not?" Ban Hua patted the snowman's face rounder, "Green in white, this color is very beautiful."

"Any color is good, but you can't use green." Seeing that Banhua's hands were turning red, Rong Xia cupped her hands to her mouth and let out a few breaths of steam. Hands into his arms.

Seeing this scene, the maid who was taking the stove silently hid the hand warmer behind her back, and asked another maid to take the hand warmer away. I always feel that sending the hand warmer to Master Hou at this time may not be called winking.

"The snow is getting heavier and heavier, let's go in." Rong Xia stretched out his other hand to gently brush the snow off Ban Hua's hair, his movements were very careful and gentle.

Banhua looked at the snowman on the ground, nodded, and said with a smile, "Well, green is really not suitable."

Rong Xia chuckled, put her arms around her shoulders, and carefully helped her walk towards the corridor.

Ban Hua turned her head with a smile and saw Wang Qu standing outside the second door. The other party was wearing a Confucian shirt and a thick overcoat. Although his appearance was not outstanding, the other party's eyes reminded Banhua of cats at night.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Ban Hua suddenly stop, Rong Xia looked down at her worriedly.

"That's your doorman. His surname seems to be Wang?" Ban Hua didn't take his hand out of Rong Xia's arms, but raised his chin towards the second door, looking lazy and delicate.