The night before departure, Liu Zhi and Li Chun snuggled up to each other and embraced. "Brother Xiaochun, I like you so much, and I'm very happy to die with you." Willow Branch leaned against him and whispered.

She stroked his muscular chest, leaving her mark. Li Chun looked at her big eyes that were still bright in the night, "Xiaozhi, why are you so cute", such a gentle sentence, but Liu Zhi cried.

She didn't seem to want him to see her crying, so she covered her face, but the tears kept falling out of her fingers and falling on his chest and face. He hugged her very, very gently, and very, very tightly, and kept touching her hair, coaxing her like she was still a child: "Don't cry, Xiaozhi is the best, the most obedient." ”

The sound of birdsong became louder unconsciously, and the first rays of morning glow fell on the two of them. A fiery red sun jumped out of the sea, the room shone golden yellow, and the wind gradually became hot. "Twig, I've got to get up, I've made an appointment with A'an today—" Before he could finish speaking, Willow Branch pounced on the bed, grabbed him from behind, and pressed him down again.

This unashamed cat's big eyes flickered, and she lowered her head and gnawed on his neck, and she tossed him all the night like this. "Twig, I'm really leaving," his voice was close to pleading.

"Anyway," she muffled, the tip of her nose arching around his neck, before she raised her head and bit his lower lip.

He showed a little unbearable expression: "Don't be like this, Xiaozhi, Xiaozhi" His voice became urgent.

Willow Branch gritted his teeth, torturing him was also torturing himself, his expression was simply fascinating, and he couldn't stop. It's no wonder that the "clever and robbed" type of mountain king in the book, no matter how the captured prime minister's daughter, aroused not the kindness of the mountain king but the beast desire, and after an indescribable time, there will inevitably be a drama to imprison the beauty.

Feng Jiaojiao said that she liked the prison scene the most, the frightened daughter screamed and screamed and broke her throat and no one came to save her, and she burst into tears and was indescribably indescribably rude and robber like a black bear. Li Chun really wants to lock him up like this, and he can't describe it, ahhhhh

South Springs.

Yan Yun looked at a piece of tiger head woven gold brocade on the table, a pair of small tiger head shoes, and a gold circle brought by a child. That's all there is to the kid I've never seen or touched.

The child named Little Tiger, his first son, walked towards him with vigor in the little robe of the golden tiger and the shoes of the little tiger's head.

The case file, the statements, the fingerprints of the witnesses, and the timing are all clear. Yan Yun's tone couldn't hide the stiffness: "This can only prove that Yan Xi was not killed with his mother." The fact that he was alive at the time does not prove that he is alive now. It is not easy for a one-year-old child to survive a loss situation. ”

So he suffered a lot. But neither Lu Xiyue nor Bai Lin said this, Lu Xiyue instantly recalled the boy who looked like a little monk with a bare head, wearing an old cotton coat that didn't fit, he was black and thin, he had no home, he was scolded for being a wild seed all the time, and finally he was driven away from his beloved little girl.

Yan Yun slowly walked back to the backyard. The command of the embassy is big and inappropriate, and the former owner probably has no sense of beauty. After Luo Biyan moved in, it became elegant and gorgeous, there are many seafood here, and it is very interesting to decorate the house.

Guangping Hou and his wife are affectionate, and Mrs. Hou did not arrange a maid to keep vigil at night, so there is no partition in the room. A large red sandalwood thousand-worker stepping bed, inlaid with a delicate luodian pattern, hangs a pale yellow tent. On the side of the wall near the window stood Luo Biyan's dresser, Yan Yun didn't like the smell of fat powder, and there was a marble table in the middle of the room, on which bergamot and seasonal fruits were placed all year round.

On the wall hangs a life-size picture of a lady, with a towering beautiful woman's bun and a low pink neck, holding a fan under a banana leaf. That period of sorrow is like smoke and fog, and it is not Mrs. Hou.

Nanquan officials and relatives privately said that Mrs. Hou's house was cleaned up like a fairy cave, no wonder the Marquis of Guangping did not accept a concubine after the continuation, and only guarded such a wife for many years. In fact, it's just based on his own imagination, but he is not convinced by Mrs. Hou's luck and control of men.

Yan Yun entered the room and heard Mrs. Hou's silky but crisp voice talking, just listening to the voice, you would never have thought that Mrs. Hou was almost forty years old. There was a girlish crispness and coquettishness in her words, and Yan Yun, who was originally full of worries, unconsciously flew away when she heard her lady's voice.

The youngest son Yan Hui was lying on the table drawing a kite, and his brother Yan Xu was helping him press the kite wings on the side, pointing out how to use ink in his mouth, and the little brothers were affectionate and friendly. Mrs. Hou looked at them proudly, and when she saw Hou Ye coming in, she got up and stepped forward and said, "Hou Ye, look." Hui'er drew a tiger, this is Jiangmen Huzi. ”

This kind of little boasting of Mrs. Hou is Yan Yun's favorite. He likes such a woman who shows all his scheming on his face.

Yan Yun leaned over to look, Yan Hui actually painted it well, and the tiger was also painted quite imposingly, with its tail raised high, at least it was definitely not a sick cat. He couldn't help but nodded, reached out and took the pen and added a few stones under the tiger's claws, and the majestic posture of the descending tiger was instantly revealed.

The little brothers screamed in unison and looked at their father with adoration. Mrs. Hou looked at the brothers and Hou Ye with a smile and said, "Okay, let's go wash our hands, bring cheese to the kitchen, and go fly a kite after eating." The brothers cheered and ran to wash their hands.

Yan Yun glanced at the tiger drawn by his youngest son on the table again, and couldn't help but think of Xu Yu's words. The child was born in September, and it was as hot as a furnace. Daddy said he was an autumn tiger. The gas is extremely ***, and his name is Ah Hu.

Lu Xiyue now has an identity and status, although she is not among the powerful, she is steadily stepping into the official career. Gone are the days when the city has always been short of fat, and those who have retired from here are all rich and oily, and the trunks and cages are pressed down to the waterline, and the days of relying on the relief of well-wishers and subsidies for copying books are gone forever. The past days were embarrassing, but they were not without warmth.

Lu Xiyue is still frugal in terms of food and clothing, and even enjoys it a little. There are two old servants around Tongxi and Tongfu, and the clothes and shoes on their bodies are from Tongxi's wife. He doesn't pay attention to eating, he has a weak stomach and doesn't like meat, so he often has two dishes of green vegetables, at most fried fish.

He finished eating slowly, Tongxi had already made him a pot of tea, the tea was the best rock tea this year, but it could not be brewed, the fragrance was damaged and the bitterness was aggravated. Lu Xiyue didn't care much either, when Yan Hou came, he was drinking tea while looking at the case files that Bai Lin had sorted out and brought back.

I was not surprised to see Yanhou Lu Xiyue, Yanhou was wearing a homely robe, and he didn't have a headscarf, only a hairpin and another scholar's bun, and there was nothing in the purse fan around his waist. Lu Xiyue's eyes inadvertently swept over Yan Hou's hair, although this jasper bamboo hairpin material is not precious, but it is commonly used by Yan Hou, Mrs. Hou is a person who can't hide words, once chatting with her children complacently said that she gave Hou Ye the jasper bamboo hairpin, Hou Ye is not too rough to carry it all the time.

"Tell me about Li Chun." Yan Hou sat down.

Lu Xiyue thought about it for a while, and began to say that the Li Chun he knew, from the hurried side of the temple fair, to the lonely and cheeky wild seed who abducted the daughter of a serious family in Liu Wang's wicker's mouth, and the bold, careful, wild and unruly young madman in Bai Lin's mouth, bit by bit, the child who was born and raised outside can survive is almost merciful, but is it really pity? Anyone else would have died at any time in these encounters, but he struggled to survive, his head broken and bleeding and scarred.

Yan Hou listened quietly and did not interject. The place where he sat was shrouded in shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.