"Mother, I don't want to get up in the morning to practice exercises and squat..."

The little radish in front of her was red-eyed, tearful tugging at the corners of the woman's clothes, and her mouth with two teeth was deflated, like an aggrieved little old lady, she couldn't bear it after all, and cried out with a wow, "Mother... My aunt's brother Shu didn't get up until dawn to practice... Daddy still pumps my ass! And scold me little bunny! You don't care... If you don't care, Ah Qiu will go to her grandfather and aunt to complain... Ah Qiu really can't live this day..."

The little rabbit was crying profusely, and there was no one doing it.

Mrs. Yang Mingbo, Mrs. Luo, dusted off the folds on her skirt that were wrinkled by the little rabbit cub very calmly, and as soon as she raised her hands, she skillfully put her son up and handed it to Mao Baihu, who was standing outside the corridor with a red face, "... Last time, this kid blocked me at the second gate, and last time he blocked me at the gate of the main courtyard, this time there is progress, and there is a way to sneak to the front of the hall... Did you teach him the art of war? ”

Mao Baihu hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch it, and nodded in shame, "... Let Huang Mao drag me first, and then get in through the dog hole, and then throw one of his own shoes in the East Courtyard, and then go around and run back to the main courtyard... Blame me for not being optimistic about the world..."

"Master Mao didn't expect that this little rabbit cub could even bluff an old man like you."

Luo smiled and comforted Mao Baihu, turned around, and interacted with his son very happily, "Do you guess that when your father comes back tonight, will he slap you five times, or eight?" ”

Ah Qiu Xiaolangjun let out a "wow" and cried more and more heartbreakingly.

The corners of Mao Baihu's mouth twitched, what kind of father and mother is this

"Alright."

Luo wiped his son's face with a silk handkerchief, "Your father can't beat you today." can use his head to deceive Mao Baihu. It's also considered to be a long progress. Just keep one thing in mind. If the goal is wrong, the process is useless. ”

Ah Qiu stopped crying all of a sudden, looked at his mother with teary eyes, and his face bulged, and then he came out with a cry.

As soon as Mao Baihu hugged Xiao Langjun away, the housekeeper mother dressed as a woman behind Luo laughed and whispered in Luo's ear, "No wonder the old lady said that you are more and more like an uncle." Marry a chicken with a chicken, the old saying is true. ”

The old lady is the old lady Luo who has been given to the Shi.

Roche was stunned, and then laughed along.

Over the years, I've learned ten out of ten from that scoundrel in him.

What do you say about Huanyi?

"The best husband and wife are similar, they can't go together with the ironclad who love to talk and those who don't say anything, and the ones who love to eat and the iron rooster together are the enemies of eight lifetimes. You say it, you say it, you laugh and I laugh, this is a good day. ”

What is a good day?

A good day is that after a long time together, I will become you.

Ah Qiu cried and said that he was going to hand over the post to the palace to sue his aunt. The voice was terrible, and the aftermath was miserable. Roche stood in the corridor with a smile on his face, his heart was full, and the goodness and beauty he pretended to be about to overflow.

"You say, why was my wife willing to marry me to him at that time?"

Roche asked with a smile, and the servants behind him also smiled but didn't answer, knowing in their hearts where the answer to this question was needed.

In the dark, there is a providence of its own.

Strong.

These are the two words that popped out of Luo Xingjing's mind when Luo Wanxun, the eldest lady of Luo, saw the first side of He Xingjing.

It's so strong.

This is when He Xingjing inadvertently rolled up his sleeves and picked up the teacup to drink, revealing a pair of big hands and strong wrists that highlighted the green tendons, he turned left and right in his red-hot brain, and the only thing that went back and forth was just these four words.

As for what she ate for lunch, what she listened to the play, Mrs. Law leaned next to her ear and babbled something again...

She didn't know any of them.

The whole person stepped on the clouds, and his knees were weak when he walked.

In the evening, the carriage "wheeled around" forward, and when she and A-Ying sat in the carriage to return to Luofu, A-Ying's little lady was planning the future with great interest, "... When the eldest sister marries the brother of the He family, our family will be a family with Hou Ye, and it will be justified for Hou Ye to teach Ah Ying to ride a horse and archery... Oh hahaha! ”

The little lady of seven or eight years old laughed proudly, and the laughter was muffled in the carriage, and it went around her ears, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground.

"Big sister... Why is your face as red as a date..."

Xiao A-Ying leaned over and asked quietly.

Mrs. Luo's eyes waved, but she was rarely ashamed.

Her face is still red?

The eldest daughter of the Luo clan of the Qingliu family in Dingjing City really wanted to hide a face in her sleeve.

She is disgusted with being ashamed!

Seriously, she'd never seen a man so strong!

Shouldn't all men in the world be like her father, Luo Gelao?

Dressed in a cyan robe, graceful and elegant, he sat in a robe with his knees and raised his chin and eyebrows, and stood with his right foot in front of him holding his belt.

But today's man, well, no, Xiao Langjun is different, he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, walks with a tiger and a tiger, and his waist is straight, without the slightest style of a literati, and he doesn't even look like a scholar.

If it is said that Pingxi Hou Fangqi can still bring a little Confucian general bearing when he doesn't speak, then this He Xiaolangjun really understands at a glance that this is licking the knife on the battlefield to beg for life...

It's different from her father, her brothers, her second uncle, her uncle, and the men she saw in her limited time in the boudoir.

He drank tea with the tiger's mouth wide open and took the tea cup.

He wears clothes without robes, and he wears caftan brown.

His voice was so low that he couldn't hear the intonation and frustration, as flat as a line.

He walked down the corridor, as if he could block out all the light in the east.

He...

He was the first person she had seen "like that" in her life, as if the strange horse from the northwest had broken into the deep boudoir red makeup of Splendid Qiluo, with endless novelty and extremely faint expectations.

When a pair of winged geese rested in the lobby of Luofu, their marriage was truly tied.

The Luo family is a family of poetry and books, and it has been prosperous for five or six generations. Repeat the rules and know the rules. Although the family didn't dare to play the package ticket, they said, "The whole body can sit upright." But compared with the so-called "noble family" in the capital, the Luo family is really a very decent person.

Such a decent and even a somewhat old-fashioned family is willing to marry his daughter to him and marry into such a family after thinking about it for three or four years.

“… It is not an exaggeration to say that Lin'an Houhe's family is a Longtan tiger's den, it looks like there are five people and six people outside, and it stinks so much that people dare not sniff carefully... The good Mrs. Hou died an unknown death, and after returning to the West, she had a pair of sons and daughters. An aunt raises an uncle, and the father's clan is gone... But it's okay, the brother who grew up like this can endure things, and he knows how to hurt people, whether it's the Fang family's tutor, if Brother Jing grew up in the Hou Mansion, your father may not be able to take a fancy to him..."

After the marriage was finalized, my mother came to Xiaoyuan every day, talking a little bit about the east and west, and finished talking about all the things of the He family. is vaguely speaking, probably because the He family has covered it well. In addition, the people with a heart pressed down with one hand and were not allowed to pass it on, and it became that the He family was afraid of the reputation of Pingxi Hou Fang praying for treason against the enemy, and rushed to poison the Lin'an Hou wife Fang before the matter was unresolved - for fear of setting himself on fire, how do you know that the person not only came back but also came back with great military exploits, and as soon as the people settled the accounts with you, they took away all their nieces and nieces, and the He family really lost their wives and soldiers.

She grew up in a blessed nest, where has she heard such an ugly thing.

When he was a child, his mother was killed by his father...

She was vague at the time, a little as if she didn't understand, and Xingjing's low and restrained tone.

When the red hijab was lifted by the red lacquer weighing rod, she looked up and happened to see He Xingjing's black face covered with a layer of red.

It's so good, like a little Peking.

Surrounded by people, she almost sneered, and then burst out.

I couldn't help it.

"Your face is red, red on top of black, and your skin looks like the dark brown of my dowry box..."

Thinking about it so far, she was really dizzy at that time, and the first thing she said to her husband who was going to live with her for the rest of her life was such a smirk.

But the man stammered and took it.

“… Not usually... Usually I grow a beard... If you block your beard, you can't see it no matter how dark you are..."

The man also smirked and scratched his head, as if he remembered something, and added, "Auntie said that you can't like it, so I'll shave it, if you like me to grow a beard, I'll keep it." ”

"You can stay! With a beard, he looks like an old man! ”

The man probably drank too much, laughed out loud, and moved a small stool to sit with her.

On the night of the candles in the cave room, the two instigators were drunk and courageous, and they were so strong that they talked all night with their beards, and when the day was almost bright, they saw the white silk handkerchief on the bed and remembered what they were doing today.

There were fifteen days of vacation above, and the two of them chatted for fifteen days.

Whatever she asked, he answered, never shying away from it or caring about it.

She chose to forget the past that the man didn't want to mention when he was young, but the man took the initiative to talk about it very calmly, "... At that time, I was still young, and I dared to follow Lao Jiang to ride a horse to the west overnight, but I left my weak mother and young sister alone in that house, and the disaster happened, and I regretted not being at the beginning. ”

Xingjing's expression was always faint, but she understood that it was pain that taught him to grow.

At first, maybe they were not love, she was curious and expectant about him, and he wanted to make up for her more and take responsibility.

But who says it's not love in the beginning, and then there is no love?

Not all vintages start with that aroma.

Responsibility is sometimes heavier than love.

Xingjing is a military general, a military general who licks blood on the knife edge and begs for life, she adapts to the days of deep boudoir mansions, reading books and listening to the wind, but she is so surprised by a large group of soldiers wearing armor who go to her yard to ask her sister-in-law to make a big pot of rice to eat.

At first, he could twist his skirt lightly, and stand on tiptoe to find time to walk in this group of stinky and sweaty men, but later, when he saw a soldier holding a bowl and chewing rice loudly, he could roll up his sleeves and roar with full anger, "You are not allowed to make a sound when eating!" Don't drop the scum! Don't you think the girls in the inner courtyard are not tired when they clean! ”

Life in Fujian is like its trendy and light, curiosity and expectation have gradually turned into respect and pride, but taking responsibility and making up for shortcomings have gradually become the habits of men.

They lived in the barracks, and they were greeted by men with rough voices, and even the wives of the generals were good at holding needles and carrying knives.

Her man is a hero in a hundred, how can she hold back?

Take care of the accounts, treat the corporal politely, and be able to wipe off the face and hold up the field, since the soft-spoken lady can't adapt to the fast and high waves in the southeast, the spicy man who is close to the ink can always keep up with her hero, right?

"I love hearing you roar at those bunnies."

——This is the most touching love story He Xingjing has ever said.

There was a wind blowing, and there was no sound of Ah Qiu's ghost crying wolf not far away, and she seemed to have been standing in the corridor for a long time.

Roche chuckled and walked in with his head and skirt, secretly determined in his heart that when a man came back today, she must say to him-

"I like that scar on your chest the most."

Indelible.

Dig deep into the heart. (To be continued......)