The heat wave of dog days made people sweat all over their bodies, and Hua Xiyan grabbed the back of her neck with her bare hands and caught out a sleepy mosquito. It shows that this heat wave has strangely dizzed the mosquitoes.

"Mother."

A chirping timbre, from the little glutinous rice dumplings beside her, and her knees, dressed in black like her, is her Hua Xiyan's child in ancient times, called Hua Murong, nicknamed Mu Qiu, wood nerd.

I remember that when she first came in, the child was born early, lying alone beside her, and the specific birth date Hua Xiyan was not clear. By year, the child would have been six years old this year. Hua Xiyan has never given birth to a child in modern times, and the experience of raising children is all self-taught in ancient times.

What should a six-year-old look like?

Hua Xiyan has no experience and no teacher.

can be compared with other children of the same age, her children are clearly different.

The childish baby fat, pink carved jade, eyebrows, lips are picturesque, and it is a children's version of ancient beautiful men.

Every time she looks at her son's beautiful appearance, Hua Xiyan can't help but mutter: My son is too demonic, could it be from one of the three sons or one of the four sons that are common in novels......

Although I don't know whether the child's father is dead or alive, if it is really the three sons and the four princes, she will be thundered to the inside and the outside.

Having lived in modern times, she understands the truth that handsome guys can only look at it from a distance and never get close.

Just for the sake of her son's future chastity, Hua Xiyan would rather Xiao Mumu look more ordinary, better than having an ancient star face, but her brain is so stupid that she can't even memorize the first sentence after three years of memorizing the three-character scripture.

"Mother, at the beginning of people, aren't they like pigs?"

Six-year-old Hua Murong stands out among children, definitely not only because he looks like a little demon, but a small vase with a head like grass.

"Mumu." Hua Xiyan's hand weakly grabbed her son's little shoulder, and caught the worm in the Chinese class for her son for the 10,000th time, "It is the beginning of a human being, like a jade pu." ”

The little face like a flower and jade, Xiang Hua Xiyan opened her mouth stupidly, and her laughter revealed the child's innocence, but it was a little face that looked too demonic, and a smile could be described as a captivating city, which fascinated her mother a little.

Hua Xiyan had no choice but to close her eyes, stretch out her fingers, pinch her son's little face that was too wicked, and said, "Go back and recite the three-character scripture for me twice." ”

"Mother." Hua Xiyan's fingers loosened, the elasticity of the perfect skin was amazing, and the little face that had just been torn into a noodle-like face quickly returned to the demonic appearance of the country and the city, as if she had been pinched by her mother, Hua Murong complained with some grievances, "Isn't my mother also good-looking?" If you don't wear a mask, a hundred out of a hundred sons will turn back. ”

Ginger is old and spicy after all. Hua Xiyan spit out lightly: "Your mother gave birth to you, that is, the sun is yellow, and the sun is setting." How can a woman who has given birth to a child be worthy of a young girl who does not understand human affairs. ”

"I'll be my mother's younger brother. No one knew that Lu Daoniang had given birth. ”

Knock!

stretched out his fingers slightly, and gently tapped the little brain melon that didn't know what he said.

My son didn't know where he learned this. It's a bit of a stupid head.,Plus these words that I don't know where to learn.,It's just a unique little second goods.。

Hua Murong hugged the head that was gently knocked off by his mother, raised his head, and his little gurgling eyes turned around in the beautiful side of his mother's mother.

His mother, she is really good-looking and good-looking, and she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in the world. Even if he is covered with a fake face, but a pair of moon-like eyebrows, a pair of autumn water eyes like the waves of the bright moon, his demeanor is like a shock, and his appearance is better than Xizi.

Such a beautiful and touching woman, if any man does not want it, unless he is blind.

Hua Murong has identified one thing since he was a child: if you want to find your biological father, you must start from the blind.

"Mother, you said that my father, can my blind eyes be cured?"

Hua Xiyan didn't know what was in his son's wooden head, and when he heard his son insist that his father was blind, the corners of his mouth were weirdly slightly hooked: "Do you want to find your father?" ”

"I don't want to."

This kid is weird. followed her, never like other children from single families crying and asking for fathers. Although this gave her a sigh of relief in a way. She didn't want to have anything to do with the child's father, she was living alone with her son now, and she didn't want anyone to disturb the purity of their mother and son.

Quack, a string of crows, flew through the green mountains and white clouds above their heads.

Here is Langya Mountain, the mountain is not high, there is no wasteland, overgrown with weeds, there is only one mountain road in the mountain, for pedestrians and carriages to enter and exit.

Normally, the villagers don't like to take the official road, most of the people driving on the official road are the horses of the government, and there are few vehicles passing here in a day, and it is clean.

Who made this the most famous poor village in Nanchu and a poor county.

Wherever a family in the county has a car or a horse, the people in the county can count it with ten fingers.

Hua Xiyan and her son Hua Murong hid in the leafy old locust tree, and after two hours of hard work under the scorching sun on their heads, they finally looked forward to the sprouts.

Drive!

The coachman tossed the reins and shouted the same driving horse language.

The mother and son on the tree, staring intently, were all black, covered with black cloth, and only the eyes were left. Anyone who sees this costume will take two words out of course - bandits.

However, if this is said to the mother and son, the mother and son will not admit it.

What are they robbing money, they are robbing "people"!

The reason is a long story, condensed into one sentence, that is, Hua Xiyan's good neighbor who lives next door, has a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl with a beautiful appearance, who was taken away by the son of the county lord, who is known as the son of the disciple. Hua Xiyan Lu saw that it was uneven, and took his son to draw a knife to help.

"Mumu, stay in the tree, you are not allowed to come down without your mother's code." Recognizing that the carriage that was about to slip away under his nose had the mark of the county lord's mansion, Hua Xiyan patted his son's little shoulder and said.

Hua Murong nodded at the little brain melon.

A gust of wind swept through the forest, and the woman in black rode down on the wind, and with a very fast speed, almost no sound, landed on the wheel.

There was a soft sound like a fallen leaf falling behind him, and the coachman who was driving looked back to find out. When it was too late, the sharp silver light pierced the air, forming a flying line, and a fine plum blossom needle in the woman's hand pierced through the acupuncture point between the coachman's eyes.

There was no pain, numbness, and if there was an electric shock, the coachman was immobilized all over his body, and he couldn't move, and he saw the beautiful woman in black turn around, and her fair-skinned and beautiful hands wanted to lift the curtain of the carriage.

At this time, the horses pulling the cart and the people in the carriage were not aware of it at all, and they were still walking unhurriedly on the mountain road.

It can be seen that the martial arts of this woman in black are profound and mysterious.

Layers of sweat broke out on the driver's forehead, because he was anxious for the owner in the car, and he also pinched the cold sweat for this bold woman in black.

This, this...... Not an ordinary horse-drawn carriage!

Hua Xiyan didn't care whose carriage it was, pressed the handle of the knife on her waist with her bare hand, made up her mind, and took advantage of the pervert's inattention to ...... after killing it. I hate this kind of corrupt officials and corrupt officials the most in my life, ** elements, dare to forcibly occupy the people's daughters, wait for my sister to clean you up!

Fingers, whoops, flick the curtain.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint!