Chapter 477： initiative

Chapter 477 Initiative

"Heh~"

Rong Yan wrapped his arms around her waist, bowed his head and kissed her very tenderly.

A numb feeling came over her, and Jiaojiao shrank her neck.

After a while,

Jiaojiao couldn't breathe before letting go, Rong Yan's eyes were spoiled, he held her face and wiped the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help laughing lowly.

Jiaojiao's face became hot when she heard this, and she hugged Brother Yan, and said in a rather hoarse voice: "Brother Yan is still laughing at me, I have always taken the initiative to kiss, Brother Yan clearly likes it."

The corners of Rong Yan's mouth became more and more curved, and he approached the person's ear and whispered, "Well, then I'll take the initiative."

After finishing speaking, he picked him up with his big hands and walked to the pavilion inside.

Before Jiaojiao could react, she subconsciously circled his neck, glanced at Tingzi's cheeks flushed, and hurriedly whispered: "Hey, brother Yan, you will be seen later."

Rong Yan pursed his lips and joked deliberately: "So what if you see it."

Jiaojiao heard that the snow-white skin instantly turned red, she shook her head while grabbing the man's collar, and said shyly, "No, parents, uncles and aunts are still waiting in the front yard, we can't do this."

Rong Yan smiled and tapped her forehead with his fingers, then entered the pavilion and hugged her on the stone bench.

"Hold on your toes, your feet are sore."

Rong Yan bent over to take off the shoes for someone in the Buddhist robe, and then massaged gently.

Jiaojiao immediately blushed, feeling that this was closer than a kiss, and she was so ticklish, her feet were so itchy that she wanted to pull back.

"Brother Yan, I, my feet are not sore anymore..."

Seeing her like this, Rong Yan had no choice but to give up, put on her shoes, and raised his hand to pat the bamboo leaves off her robe.

Jiaojiao hurriedly stood up, embracing his arms with a blushing face, and softly said, "Thank you, Brother Yan."

Rong Yan stroked her black hair, and replied with a smile: "My Jiaojiao has been wronged, brother Yan will be more proactive in the future."

Jiaojiao raised the corner of her mouth, pecked his chin, and said in a low voice: "I know Brother Yan is afraid that my parents will think too much, and from today onwards, there is no need to be afraid."

Rong Yan laughed lightly, took the initiative to kiss the tip of her nose again, and replied, "Okay."

When the two returned again, everyone smiled and looked at them, and Baoya joked: "Oh, these two are back."

Everyone laughed lightly.

Jiaojiao smiled embarrassedly, Hanhan said: "Sister, I just go out to get some air."

After finishing speaking, Jiaojiao hurried to sit beside her mother.

"Okay, Baoya, don't tease my sister anymore." Liu Zhihua finished with a smile, stroked Kuaibao's little face, still feeling a little emotional in her heart.

Unknowingly, the youngest Jiaojiao is about to get married, and she hasn't been back for two days, thinking about it makes her reluctant to part with it.

Rong Yan showed a gentle face, walked to the side and sat down.

Father Rong leaned over and said in a low voice: "Xiao Liu, Jiaojiao is younger than you, you are not allowed to bully others by virtue of your age."

Rong Yan: "..."

Rong Qingyan couldn't hold back a burst of laughter when she heard that, Lele who was eating pastries hurriedly turned around, "Hey, who's laughing."

Rong Yan rubbed his temples and looked over. Rong Qingyan immediately put away his smile and closed his mouth tightly.

Looking at her strange expression, Lele tilted her head and asked, "What's wrong with you, mother?"

How could Rong Qingyan dare to say anything, she hugged her daughter and laughed, and said in a low voice: "Mother suddenly thought of something funny, and now I am a guest at Ren's house, and we will have fun talking when we get home."

Lele was very curious when she heard this, and nodded obediently, "Okay."

Father Rong also coughed lightly, and explained to his son in a low voice: "Dad didn't mean that you are older, but what Dad meant was that you were older than Jiaojiao, and Jiaojiao is young and ignorant. Your father-in-law and mother-in-law are caring."

Rong Yan raised his eyes to look at his father, and said cooperatively: "Yes, I see."

"Oh, that's good."

Father Rong was very happy in his heart, it could be said that he had finalized the marriage of the last son in the family, and there were smiles on his brows and eyes.

The two families got together for lunch, and the Rong family left only after it got dark.

Many people watched, so that early the next morning, the entire capital was filled with the news of the engagement between the national teacher and Princess Huixin.

Guoshi is the dream of many women in Beijing. Hearing this news, many women shed tears of sadness, secretly envious of this Princess Huixin.

Princess Xi Wei, who already had a son-in-law, heard about it, smashed everything in the house like crazy, and cried a lot.

Many servant girls saw the son-in-law going to persuade others, but they slammed the door and left in less than a cup of tea, and their faces were very ugly.

The queen and the prince in the palace heard that Murong Yun directly sent a lot of congratulations in Chinese clothes and jewelry, and Duan Yu personally delivered them to the door, and the prince secretly followed in the team.

Wang Zhuangzhi and Liu Zhihua talked with Duan Yu, while Jiaojiao talked with Zong'er.

Jiaojiao hasn't seen Zong'er for three years, not only her face has grown, but she has grown very tall. She is only seven years old and already in her heart. He is a very handsome son.

"Aunt Jiaojiao is so kind! Zong'er admires the national teacher very much. The national teacher has taught me. He is very smart and upright. It is very suitable for you to marry him. Auntie will be happy in the future."

Zong'er's face was green and calm, and he analyzed like an adult.

These words provoked Jiaojiao to laugh, touched his little hand with emotion, and praised: "Zong'er is also smart, just like what my aunt thinks, and my aunt also thinks that the national teacher is very good..."

Zong'er put his hands behind his back with a blushing face, and stammered, "That's good, Aunt Jiaojiao, Zong'er is already seven years old."

Jiaojiao didn't react for a while, and then she understood what the little guy meant. Feelings should not be touched casually.

She smiled helplessly, "Then I won't touch it next time."

Zong'er smiled embarrassedly, and suddenly said: "Aunt Jiaojiao, I haven't been out of the palace for a long time without you, Zong'er finally slipped out, let's go shopping together."

"Okay, let's have some snacks by the way." Jiaojiao responded with a smile.

Today, Japan is going to show Aunt Ying and Uncle Qian a gift, and tomorrow is the day of their wedding.

Zong'er didn't expect Aunt Jiaojiao to be so happy, her eyes lit up, and she responded happily, "Mmm, Aunt Jiaojiao understands me."

He has no shortage of food, clothing, toys and books in the palace. The only thing he misses is the folk snacks that he has never seen before. They have a special flavor, but his mother is worried that something will happen, so he is not allowed to go out to eat these things.

Only Aunt Jiaojiao would have fun with him, and everyone else looked nervous, for fear that someone would harm him, the crown prince.

"Okay, let's pack up and go..."

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at the same time,

Rong Yan was waiting at the intersection, wearing an elegant brocade robe, in order not to attract attention, his brows and eyes were simple and easy to look, and his face was not so outstanding, but his figure was superior and tall, standing there still had a certain aura.

Women passing by would take a sneak peek, and then leave shyly with their veils covered.

Rong Yan looked at the intersection, the time for making an appointment with Jiaojiao has passed, and she hasn't come yet.

(end of this chapter)