"Then don't go back!"

"Treat me well from now on, and give me all the more than 20 years you spent before, and the days when you didn't know me, wouldn't it be good?"

Qinglan pinched the gluttonous two earlobes childishly and looked at him, with a rare seriousness in her eyes.

"Do you know that debt has always been more terrible than capital, and if you don't repay it early, you will only owe more and more."

"If you hesitate and hesitate a little longer, thinking that I will pay it back when I grow up for a few years."

"But I don't think about it, if you have a lot of money, you can't afford it in your life, but what should you do?"

"Then I'll pay it back for the next life."

"If you don't have enough in the next life, you will go down in the next life, and then pay it back."

Gluttony suddenly laughed.

At the same time, he tightly held Qinglan, who was only waist-high to his waist, in his arms.

This little fox cub who ate him, really, really......

Ahem –

Outside the door, a light cough suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the footsteps that belonged to Uncle Nine moved into the room.

Uncle Jiu's knee has bone spurs due to injury, and when it encounters cold, the pain will be unbearable, and even when he walks, he will not be able to lift his feet and drag the floor three times.

In order to relieve his pain, Ling Jun specially made people use animal skins to make him a few pairs of knee pads, and also specially ordered De Shui Xuan, and the brazier continued day and night.

But Rao is like this, Uncle Jiu's leg is still, year by year, it hurts worse than year by year.

Once, there was also a palace doctor who wanted to be close to Uncle Jiu, the bright-faced De Shuixuan, and ran to visit him, but in the end, no one did not shake their heads and retreat.

Therefore, Uncle Nine has long been dead to his leg disease.

In his mind, even Hengzhu is just a pain, how can he not die.

It's a big deal, in a few years, Lingjun's status will be stable, and he will find a more suitable shopkeeper than him for De Shuixuan, and he can rest easy.

Knowing that Uncle Jiu couldn't get cold, he hurriedly put down Qinglan, turned around, and closed the window.

Because he was "broken" by Uncle Jiu, the peach color on his face was a little better than before, but Rao was like this, he still chose to close the window, leaned over, and hugged Qinglan again.

This is, his wife.

Although, he is still a little young.

But he can wait.

Well, perhaps, he can go to the third master of their family to discuss, worship her first, treat her, wait for her to be a few years older, and then round the house?

Some things, after all, should be sooner rather than later!

"How long will it take for the soup to get better?"

"The third master sleeps lightly."

"It's so noisy outside, I guess it won't be long before they wake up."

Looking up, he glanced at Qinglan who was being held in his arms, and Uncle Nine was a little helpless and sighed.

This girl's eccentricity, he has already experienced it, but she was also a beautiful girl from a famous family, how can she be so, so ......

That's it.

That's it.

He is already old, and the affairs of young people, he should open one eye and close one eye!

"Simmering on the fire."

"You can drink it at any time."

Gluttony stepped forward slowly, and was a little surprised by the reaction of Uncle Nine's "old antique".

Normally, when he peels sunflower seeds for Qinglan, he has to reprimand him for "not following the etiquette law", today, how can this ......

"There are some things, if you think about it, you can mention it to the third master as soon as possible."

"Although Qinglan is small, she is a girl's family after all, if she has a bad reputation, it is not something you can pay for with a few regrets."

Turning his head, he glanced at Qinglan, who was held in his arms by gluttony and had a triumphant smile on his face, Uncle Nine smiled bitterly and shook his head.

It seems that this girl is also 10,000 willing in her heart.

Since people love me, why should he be this wicked person?

But if you are not a wicked person, you should not be a wicked person, and he must not forget the necessary reminder.

After all, there are some things that are related to the business and prestige of their third master.

"Girl Qinglan."

"Who do you like, I shouldn't have said much about this old man."

"But you need to know that so far, you have been the top leader for two consecutive years, and there is only one year left before you can get the title of 'Three Kui Fairy'."

"Nowadays, many children of the family are willing to promise you the position of equal wife."

"Are you really willing to marry a glutton, this person who has nothing but good cooking skills?"

"I do, Uncle Nine."

Qinglan replied happily, obviously, it was Uncle Jiu's inquiry, and she had a plan in her heart.

"It's good to be gluttonous."

"At least, treat me, fine."

"Marry him, I should be able to, like the third master said, live in honey for the rest of my life."

After that, Qinglan put her little head on the gluttonous shoulder, and squinted her eyes with a smile, "My father and brother, in heaven, look at me and be happy, I should be happy." ”

……

Ling Jun was woken up by a loud voice.

He has always slept lightly, even if his body is weak, and he has traveled a long distance from Jiangnan to Yanjing, staying up for most of the night and waiting for the winter solstice to "meet" in the suburbs, he can't change this instinct.

He got up slowly, bent his right index finger, gently rubbed the corner of his forehead with his knuckles, and looked around.

The fur mattress spread under him, the several longbows hanging on the wall, and the books on the art of war that he had not finished reading on the bookcase.

Yes.

This is Deshui Xuan.

It is the bedroom that belongs to him on the top floor of Deshui Xuan.

Yu Li, this place should be the quietest place in the entire Yanjing.

How can it be so noisy today?

Getting off the bed sideways, Ling Jun slowly walked to the window.

Outside, the sun is warm, and the hour should not yet be noon.

At the other end of the suspension bridge connecting the island where De Shui Xuan was located and the outside, there were people who were densely pressed, and the noise that disturbed his dreams was sent out by that group of people.

"Uncle Nine."

After briefly tidying up his clothes, Ling Jun opened the door and walked out slowly.

His voice was not loud, but it was enough for Uncle Jiu, a person with martial arts, to hear it.

This Deshui Xuan, since its completion, has been handed over to Uncle Nine to take care of.

Although Uncle Nine will discuss many major decisions with him, it is reasonable that Uncle Nine should not let so many people pile up at the door.

He trusts Uncle Nine.

Therefore, instead of getting angry, he decided to call Uncle Nine first and ask him about the cause of the incident.

Hearing Ling Jun call himself, Uncle Nine knew that he was woken up by the noise outside.

Anxiously explained to the glutton, and as soon as he prepared a meal for Ling Jun, he quickly walked out of the room and walked towards the stairs.

His knee still hurts like a pinprick in a pins and needles.

This sudden speed almost caused him to stumble and fall to the ground.

"I'm on the sixth floor, Third Master."

"I'll come now."

Trying his best to maintain his body balance, afraid that Ling Jun would not be in a hurry if he waited for a long time, Uncle Nine was busy pulling his throat and agreed to Ling Jun.

However, before he could take another step, Ling Jun appeared in front of him.

"If you have a leg disease, don't do it."

"At such an age, how can you still be like a child, you need to be taught a lesson, and you can know how to cherish yourself."

Holding Uncle Jiu's arm, Ling Jun spoke reproachfully and scolded him.

He never regarded Uncle Nine as a subordinate.

In his mind, Uncle Nine is far more affectionate than his dead and undead uncles.

"When people are old, it is inevitable that they will not be used."

"Actually, I didn't do it very badly."

Uncle Nine was a little embarrassed, smiled at Lingjun, and slowly, straightened his back.

"I'm about the same, you're about the same, you should have been woken up by that group of nasty things outside, and you're asking Glutton, what about the meal for you......"

Knowing that Ling Jun couldn't hide it, Uncle Nine was a little embarrassed, reached out and touched the tip of his nose, and took the opportunity to change the topic.

"I was thinking of spreading the things you told me in the form of 'secret talks'."

"Unexpectedly, these eyeless things came over in a rush and surrounded the drawbridge."

"I don't know how these famous families and Pang Shang giants teach their subordinates."

"It's all there, it's been blocked for half an hour, I can't see anyone go out to agree, and I don't know how to retreat, so I plan otherwise."

While chattering, Uncle Jiu slowly moved his legs and feet, felt that he was almost used to the stinging pain in his knees, and was able to walk hard, so he sighed softly, moved, brushed Ling Jun's side, and entered the corridor leading to the stairs.

There is no need to entertain guests, and the whole Deshui Xuan can be heard quietly falling pins.

The "servants" who were originally busy in the main hall of the banquet, without exception, were in their rooms, reading, playing chess, and studying the art of war.

In normal times, some of them would run to the backyard to dance with guns and sticks, or pluck the strings.

But because of Lingjun's light sleep, everyone, unanimously, chose to do something that would not make a sound, and even those who had to speak would lower their voices as much as possible.

"Don't hold it anymore, the third master is awake!"

Walking to the railing, Uncle Nine suddenly shouted downstairs with a loud voice.

Immediately after, hundreds of smiling men and women poured out of their respective rooms.

For them, Ling Jun is not the master.

Like, Ling Jun never treats them as human beings.

They called him "Third Master", but this "Third Master" was just a respectful title, without the slightest flattery.

"Third master, third master, ninth uncle said, in a few days, the princess will come to live, is it true?"

The one who spoke was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, and in his eyes was a sharp essence that did not know how to be restrained.

These days, they have heard too much, rumors about Liu Qingxin.

Although, most of them can be compiled by Ling Jun and Liu Qingxin to confuse the public.

But Ling Jun's injury was cured by her, but it is obvious to all, and Emperor Longqing's "resurrection from the dead" is also an early rumor.

Most of these people who work in Deshui Xuan have been helped by Ling Jun's grace, and few of them are from prominent backgrounds, so they will not be like those people from famous families, they only know whether the two are a good match by their status.

In their minds, as long as they treat their third master well, and can be harmonious with their third master, it should be regarded as a good marriage for their third master, and it is worthy of their heartfelt blessing and protection.

Identity?

Oh, how far, how far away!

"I'm coming for a few days."

"She's quiet."

"You guys, don't pester her too much."

Liu Qingxin is a woman who yearns for simplicity and indifference, but she can't be regarded as a quiet woman.

Ling Jun explained to everyone like this at this time, in the final analysis, because he was hidden, and he didn't want to be distracted by others from his lady's attention.

"However, my son can borrow you to play."

Ling Jun knew that Liu Qingxin would not leave Xiaobao alone in the town.

And going to Yanjing, with her temperament, she shouldn't bring too many people to serve her life.

In other words, if he can't give his son out as a "favor" as soon as possible before she comes, when he is alone, his alone time with his wife will inevitably be cut in half by the bastard, or even more.

This kind of thing must not be allowed to happen.

Ling Jun secretly said in her heart, and then, without hesitation, she threw her son's "right to care" to a group of guys downstairs, whose eyes were all "green", "She also raised a wolf cub and likes to eat beef, so she should and will bring it over together, you can discuss it yourself, and who will take care of the diet." ”

Ling Jun's words were like adding a scoop of cold water to a pot of hot oil.

The hundred-and-ten people downstairs, without accident, blew up the pot.

The son of the third master.

Tsk, that's it, isn't it......

The third master is really hiding it well, even a son, even a son was born!

Just when everyone was still excited and couldn't wait to determine Xiaobao's "right to care", several women who were good at female popularity had already exchanged glances with each other, and quietly retreated to their rooms.

They have their own war.

Although, this war has no malice at all.

But the victory or defeat makes them care very much.

They have to compare with each other, the son of the third master, will wear the clothes made by them, no, they like the clothes made by them!

"Third master, this ...... I'm afraid it's not suitable......"

Glancing at the men and women downstairs, Uncle Jiu, who was standing beside Ling Jun, unconsciously raised his hand and wiped the corners of his forehead, overflowing beads of sweat.

"Little master, you're still a child, how can you stop them from being rude......"

"It doesn't matter."

"That kid, he's very strong."

"Usually, even the wolf cub raised by the princess is not his opponent."

Speaking of Xiaobao, the corners of Lingjun's lips slowly opened a smug smile.

That kid, but he rolled into a ball with the wolf cub, and the wolf cub bit the tail and escaped, these downstairs, I can't hold him in the palm of my hand for fear of falling, and the guy who is afraid of melting in his mouth is afraid that they are all tied together, not necessarily, enough for that kid to have a pastime!

"You're really, there's nothing you dare to play!"

Hearing Ling Jun say that he actually threw their little master to the wolf cub to "coax", Uncle Jiu suddenly felt that he had really misestimated the "big heart" of their third master before.

"Look, you threw the little master to the wolf cub, and the princess doesn't blame you?"

After thinking about it for a while, Uncle Nine had to set the goal of "saving the soldiers" on Liu Qingxin.

In his mind, Liu Qingxin is a mother, and he will not be like Lingjun, and he will not take his son so seriously.

"She?"

"Heh, let the wolf cub coax the child, that's what she came up with!"

When it came to Liu Qingxin, the corners of Ling Jun's lips couldn't help but rise slightly.

turned around, glanced at it, and the ninth uncle, who was stunned in place, jumped on the sixth floor, grabbed the flag with one hand, and slid downstairs.