Chapter Twelve Surprise
"Hmph!" The girl didn't say a word, coldly snorted and lowered her body to swim towards the riverbank, deeply afraid of being seen by this lecher again with her spring light overflowing.
It seems that this little girl is determined to take her own life, so it's better to leave quickly. Zhu Ziming thought for a moment and decided that leaving was the best option. However, as he turned his gaze, the direction the girl swam towards was exactly where her clothes were.
If she got her hands on his clothes, with her unparalleled martial arts skills, he would be a goner no matter how fast he ran. Zhu Zi's eyes darted back and forth before quickly making up his mind.
In an instant, Zhu Ziming rushed down, grabbing the clothes hanging on the bamboo before the girl could react, and then turned around to run.
Sudden change, caught off guard in an instant, the girl's beautiful eyes almost spit out fire, what a cunning scoundrel!
"Hah......" After running for a while, Zhu Ziming was panting heavily. Fortunately, he ran fast, otherwise he would have fallen into the hands of that evil girl.
"Brother-in-law!" Just as Zhu Ziming was about to take a rest, a figure standing in the distance waved at him.
Zhū Zǐ looked afar in the bright morning and found himself unknowingly returning to the small pavilion. However, he suddenly discovered that several figures had appeared beside Zhang Zhīyún, his heart skipping a beat as he realized that Miss Shěn had returned.
Hurrying to walk quickly, the figure beside Zhang Ziyun gradually became clear. It was the silhouette of two women and two family servants wearing small hats. The woman standing in front wore a pale yellow long dress, with eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like autumn water. She had a slender and elegant figure, and her gaze was as gentle as pure water. However, this beautiful woman's face was cold and frosty, with an expression that warned people to keep their distance, truly an icy beauty.
I didn't expect Miss Shen to be so beautiful, just a bit cold. Zhu Ziming clicked his tongue in admiration, as if he had picked up a treasure.
"Miss Shen..." Zhu Ziming had just begun to speak when Zhang Zhongyun cleared his throat a few times in a rather impolite manner: "Cough, cough, cough..."
"What are you coughing about, are you trying to stir up trouble? Zhu Ziming was baffled, looked up and stared at him, when he saw Zhang Ziyun's face turn a bit green, it seemed something was off."
Everyone's gaze turned to Miss Shen and the maidservants and houseboys beside her, only to see that the faces of the maidservants and the houseboys were all strange, while Miss Shen's beautiful eyes were cold enough to kill with a single glance.
It seems like I didn't do anything wrong, did I? Zhu Ziming was bewildered and looked at Zhang Ziyun with questioning eyes, while Zhang Ziyun gazed down anxiously, implying "Look below!"
Down! Zhu Ziming looked down in confusion, his eyes fell on his hands, and when he saw what was in his hands, he was startled, this evil girl's clothes were still in his hands, don't be so mean to people!
The floral skirt of the woman, and the faintly exposed pink bellyband, made Shen Bixian's heart cold and chilly. If Zhang Huoyuan hadn't explained his identity to her, perhaps Shen Bixian would have rather died than believe that her future husband was such a pervert, carrying around women's clothes and showing them off in public.
Received a letter from Mrs. Shen, Shen Biying knew that the hateful person who escaped marriage had returned. She was both angry and sad in her heart, and also somewhat happy. This complicated taste was very different from hers as a woman of her age who had already become someone's wife. Only she was still waiting to be married, and in her heart, she was both resentful and hateful. She thought that he had returned to know shame and to clear up the crimes he had committed, but unexpectedly this future husband-in-law turned out to be such a shameless scoundrel.
Shen Bi Xing's heart grew a few more points of hatred, you might as well not come back, so as not to lose the face of the Shen family, and also make yourself willing to be lonely for life.
Looking at Miss Shen's unpredictable eyes, I'm afraid her feelings about herself have fallen to the bottom. Zhu Ziming is really speechless, originally wanted to give Miss Shen a surprise, didn't expect this surprise to be so big.
When a person is unlucky, even drinking water can get stuck in their teeth. At this moment, Zhu Ziming finally deeply understood this point.
The scene was stalemate for half a day, and it seemed that both of them could hear each other's breathing. This oppressive atmosphere made Zhu Ziming's scalp numb, and he raised his clothes, thickening his skin and saying: "Who put these broken clothes in my hand? Is there no more good deed?"
Zhang Zhiyun immediately rolled his eyes and secretly gave a thumbs up. Zhu brother's shamelessness is absolutely unmatched in the world.
Miss Shen's face didn't show any improvement, coldly staring at Zhu Ziming, shameless!
The two servants and the little maid were all holding back their smiles, not daring to laugh out loud. This young master was indeed speaking nonsense with his eyes wide open, trying to infuriate the young lady?
Zhu Ziming finished speaking and threw the clothes in his hand onto a nearby tree branch, because he knew that if he continued to hold it, even jumping into the Yellow River couldn't wash it clean.
Could this clothing have been picked up by him unintentionally? Hearing her mother say that Zhu Ziming was a bit helpless, but not to the point of stealing women's clothes, thinking of this, Shen Bixia's pretty face slightly eased its cold color.
Zhu Ziming, who had been carefully observing Miss Shen's expression, finally felt a slight relief and smiled: "Miss Shen, it's windy outside, let's go back first."
"En..." Shen Bi Xing nodded slightly.
Fortunately, it wasn't a stinky affair for ten thousand years. Zhu Ziming quietly wiped away a cold sweat and walked to Miss Shen's side, preparing to escort her onto the carriage.
"You lecherous thief, no matter where you hide, I'll catch you!" Just as everyone thought the matter was over, a loud explosion sounded from deep in the forest.
The sound emitted by the internal force was like a landslide, and the birds in the forest flew out of the trees with a loud noise, scattering in all directions, creating a very magnificent scene.
This wicked little girl, Zhu Ziming felt a suffocating sensation in his chest... A lifetime of honor and reputation was ruined all at once!
It's really high, I didn't expect this guy to have such a taste, the flavor of this woman is quite spicy. Zhang Ziyun secretly sighed in his heart and looked at Zhu Ziming with great sympathy: "Brother Zhu, I'm afraid even the gods can't save you this time..."
The little maid beside Shen Bi Xian secretly thought that it must be the young master's irresponsible behavior and infidelity to the miss, with a hint of disdain in her eyes.
And the two little rascals were secretly delighted at the misfortune of others, thinking that this young master was really formidable, actually flirting with a respectable married woman under the nose of his mistress.
Only Shen Biying's pretty face finally showed a blush, and she said coldly: "Zhang Huoyuan, let's go!"
"Eh!" Zhang responded with a sound, hesitated and said: "Gūyé he..."
Shen Bixian didn't say a word, but gave him a cold glance before getting on the carriage. Knowing that Miss was angry, the little maid and the house servants got on the carriage and immediately whipped the horse to head in the direction of the city gate.
A gaze that could kill made Zhang Ziyun shiver with cold sweat, and he didn't dare say anything else. He quickly got on the horse carriage, following behind Miss's carriage, silently muttering in his heart: "Zhu brother, you're asking for trouble."
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At 12 o'clock in the evening, there is still one more update...... Asking for a recommendation vote at 12 o'clock to rush the list, it's not easy for newcomers, asking for collection and recommendation.

