The place of marriage is not in Nanyang City, but Wang Jingxing's house in Daliang City.

Here are memories of him and his uncle, and he wanted to marry here.

The bride got out of the sedan chair and stepped across the brazier into the gate, and the seats of the elders above the central hall were empty.

His uncle died, and his elders were gone.

The "uncle" on the surface is seriously ill and will not appear at the wedding banquet. Someone once proposed to let him show up, but Wang Jingxing refused.

He had the man take a bowl of medicine and lie down on the bed and pretend to be dead.

So she didn't have to kowtow to her elders, she entered the door and worshipped, and was sent directly into the cave room.

Wang Jingxing had a lot of guests, and he was drunk after drinking this round, and he was carried back to the new house.

"It's time for your lordship to lift your hijab." Ahsan helped him.

Wang Jingxing took the joy scale, lifted her hijab, and said drunkly: "Change clothes, close the city gate, and leave here." ”

Ah Shan was afraid that San'er would misunderstand, so he helped and said, "Madame's new clothes are put in the cage on the side, and we will go to the mountains tonight." ”

She understood.

"You get out." Wang Jingxing pushed Ah Shan.

Ahsan put the adults on the bed and didn't dare to stay longer.

Cuicui went to close the door, and then trotted over to help the young lady remove her makeup.

Soon, the two got into the carriage.

Su Lingyu picked up his head and put it on his lap.

"Headache." He said.

She helped him press his temples, "Are we going to see my uncle?" What to do in the house? ”

"With Yun Lan here, don't be afraid."

Her thighs were soft, comfortable, and warm.

When he was very young, his mother loved to hold him and talk to his father, and at that time he was not sensible and often wanted to play on the ground.

If you were playing around at that time, would you be able to stay in your mother's arms for a while longer?

Recalling the past, I can't help but feel a little sad.

He turned and faced her, wrapped his arms around her, and buried his head in her stomach.

"What's wrong?" She touched his head in confusion.

The last time I saw him so fragile was when his uncle died.

He is a man who does not show his emotions and is moody. Not someone who is deeply trusted, will not see his vulnerability.

The more people grow up, the stronger they become, and there are very few opportunities to see him like this in the future, so we have to cherish it.

She coaxed him like a child, gently patting him on the back.

Soon the carriage stopped, and Ahsan said, "My lord, you are going to take the mountain road." ”

Wang Jingxing got up, he couldn't see that he was drunk, he should have woken up.

He hung up his sword, jumped out of the carriage, and helped her out of the carriage. He took the torch that Ahsan handed over and said to her, "Follow me closely and watch the road." ”

"Hmm."

There were four or five guards in front to lead the way, and three or four in the back, and they walked in the middle, not afraid of being attacked. Su Lingyu walked forward boldly.

The mountain road is not easy to walk, but fortunately, she is not Miss Jiao and can keep up with their speed.

"The mountains are dangerous, slow down." He said.

The people in front slowed down.

Going a little up, he ordered to extinguish his torches and walk with the help of the moonlight.

Soon I saw the firelight and saw the cottage.

"Your Excellency?" The dark whistle asked.

"Hmm." "There are thirteen people in total, go to the back to see if there is any tracking, if there is a killing."

"Yes."

Su Lingyu didn't see anyone, only heard the sound of people, followed by the rustle of touching the grass.

Entering the cottage, she was arranged to rest, and he went to talk to the steward first.

"Miss, soak your feet in hot water and sleep better at night." Cuicui carried a bucket inside, "There is no basin here, so I can only wash it with a bucket." ”

"You go to sleep first, I'll pour this water later."

"You stay, I'll come tomorrow." Cuicui helped make the bed and yawned and left.

"Babble." The door was opened again.

Su Lingyu thought it was Cuicui, "You don't need to serve here." When I looked up, I realized that it was him, "I thought it was Cuicui." ”

He dragged the bench and sat down across from her, took off his shoes and socks, stuffed his feet into the bucket, and gently stepped on the instep of her feet.

His complexion was very white, and when he pulled up his pants, he found that his legs were whiter, highlighting the blackness of his leg hair. She curiously plucked one of his leg hair, "Does it hurt?" ”

He looked at her and said nothing.

She couldn't help but smile, twitched her feet, and stepped on his instep. and rubbed his feet, and rubbed his feet.

"I'm going to kowtow to my uncle tomorrow."

"Okay."

…………

There was one more person around, and she didn't sleep comfortably and woke up early.

Lying on his back was uncomfortable, he rolled over and accidentally hit him.

"Can't sleep?"

"Woke you up?"

"Hmm." He rolled over and sat up, "I can't sleep, so let's get up." Get up and practice. ”

Wang Jingxing found it for her, a set of training clothes that were one size smaller, and it fit very well. A bit like a chivalrous woman, she is feeling good about herself.

He was very awake when he was cleared, wearing tight black clothes. Awaken the God of others, awaken the God of women, and her eyes are glued to him, and he is reluctant to move away.

Words such as handsome and cool are very suitable for him.

"Are you going to fight your wife?"

"Does Madame know martial arts?"

"Do you say that the lady wins or the adult wins?"

"On martial arts, it must be an adult's mastery, but when it comes to winning or losing, it doesn't necessarily matter, it depends on whether an adult wants to win or lose."

Ahsan said, "I'm betting on my wife to win." ”

"I'm also betting on my wife to win."

"I'll follow."

"Isn't there anyone betting on adults to win?"

"Men will let women, and adults will let their wives win."

The light intensified, and the two people standing opposite the field began to move.

Su Lingyu was the first to attack, Wang Jingxing dodged her sword, but she didn't expect that she still had a dagger, which almost hit her way.

Her movements were light and her attacks were tricky, Wang Jingxing only dodged and did not fight back, and she was caught in her way all of a sudden. She kicked her in the shoulder armor, and the shoulder armor was numb.

Looking at Ah Shan and the others, looking at the heart, "Madame is really here." ”

"Insidious!"

"Cunning!"

"My lord, if you don't fight back, how long will you wait?"

Wang Jingxing: "Madame, be careful. ”

Su Lingyu: "Please." ”

Actual combat was her weakness, but in Shen Lang's conscious training, she fought a lot of times, and she had not been suppressed against Wang Jingxing.

The long sword in his right hand and the dagger in his left hand coordinated to attack in pairs, blocking Wang Jingxing's moves.

Her light skills were recognized by Shen Lang, and she was very handy in battle.

Even so, she is not Wang Jingxing's opponent. Wang Jingxing practiced the art of killing, she practiced self-defense, and she was suppressed soon after the battle.

"Good, good."

"Bang bang." Ahsan and the others applauded warmly.

The battle between the Lord and the Lady was wonderful.

Su Lingyu gave up struggling, his body went limp, and he collapsed in his arms.

He picked her up and told her to stand. The breath hit her neck, teaching her goosebumps and a strange appearance.

She understands that this is a reaction to the opposite sex, and she is also a veteran of flowers, and she knows how to flirt or something.

But she was sure that it wasn't flirting, just his unintentional behavior.

And she doesn't plan to cave the house, so she has to be sixteen or seventeen years old. She came to her menstrual period at the age of eleven, and she didn't want to give birth to a baby at the age of fourteen.

If the baby is too big, what if the king chooses to protect the baby? Or is it better to keep it small? Or if there is a difficult birth, one corpse and two lives, it will be a great loss.

Su Lingyu's cheeks were pink, drenched in sweat, and he asked softly, "How much success have you used?" ”

"Sixty percent."

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