The first time he went out of the mansion, it was the last time he sent Long Xing, he was attacked outside the mansion, and he only glanced at it in a hurry, and today he came out in a carriage again, and Yang Ling couldn't help but look around. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I saw a crowd of people in Deep Nitrogen City, thousands of empty alleys, and everyone rushed to see the demeanor of the patriarch's wife.

Yang Ling couldn't help but be a little inexplicably moved when he saw that although the people in Deep Nitrogen City were dressed simply, they were all very friendly and enthusiastic to him. The streets are neat and clean, but the same location, the situation outside the mansion is completely different from the inside of the mansion. The patriarch's mansion was lush and varied, and the streets outside the mansion were bare, except for the neatly arranged houses and vendors, and occasionally passing by the larger courtyards, some branches would stick out from within the walls.

What a strange climate!, she couldn't help but sigh. There was a constant discussion in the crowd, and Yang Ling heard it a little foggy.

"Madame is so delicate!"

"Of course, she is so noble!"

"Madame will surely bring good luck to us Nitrogen!"

......

In the midst of the discussion, some people began to spontaneously kneel on both sides of the road, kowtow one after another, and bow to the carriage. Yang Ling saw such a scene for the first time, and he was a little at a loss.

Mingmingjun smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Ling'er, they are all worshipping you, do you understand the status of your own patriarch's wife?"

Yang Ling was speechless.

The more Zhang Qiao looked, the more excited he became, he squeezed to the side of Yang Ling's carriage, and shouted loudly: "Yang Ling! Zhang Qiao didn't seem to know at all, when he stood beside Yang Ling, he seemed to feel that the public opinion of the rolling worship seemed to be towards him, and he suddenly felt that he was in the scene of a costume drama, and he seemed to be a nobleman who responded to every call!

Mingmingjun snorted and said: "Da Hei! Don't retreat yet! It's your responsibility to protect your lady, and there are no rules like this, be careful that I will beat you back to your original form!"

Zhang Qiao was frightened, so he hurriedly retreated and followed behind the team.

Turning his head, he saw Yang Ling rubbing his hands vigorously, with a nervous expression. A wave of empathy suddenly swelled in Mingmingjun's heart, he remembered himself twenty years ago, his parents died, and he, as the only son of the patriarch, was pushed to the position of patriarch by his loyal subordinates, and the first time he faced the cheers and worship of the clan, he was almost overwhelmed by the sense of responsibility that surged like a tide, at that time, at the age of eight, he was also so nervously rubbing his hands, nervous and dazed.

Thinking of this, a warm current surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but stretch out his right hand, pull Yang Ling's left hand, and hold it gently. Softly said, "Don't be afraid, you don't have to do anything!"

Yang Ling came back to his senses at this time, turned his head to look at Mingmingjun, for the first time in his eyes, he seemed to see support, and the meaning revealed in that look was the same as that he had experienced in his dream and from that little boy, helpless and strong.

She straightened her body, calmed down, and broke free of her hand, thinking of what Mingmingjun had done to Long Xing, the persecution she had had, and the thought of Lian Hong, for a while, she was a little confused.

Walking through the crowded streets, the pedestrians on the road are becoming more and more scarce, but people still bow down on both sides of the road and greet them.

When they reached the outermost city wall, they saw that the army defending the city had sent a carefully selected team to greet them and prepare them for inspection, and the soldiers were all dressed in robes similar to those of the Yongquan stewards, except that they had an extra helmet on their heads, and a vest made of light armor.

Mingmingjun signaled the team to stop, at this time, although his face was still cold, his actions and demeanor were full of enthusiasm, he showed a gentlemanly style, got off the car first, turned around, and reached out to pick up Yang Ling to get out of the car, in front of everyone, Yang Ling was inconvenient to refute his face as a patriarch, she actually reached out obediently and accepted his kindness.

Yang Ling himself scolded in his heart: "Yang Ling, Yang Ling, you are just too thin-skinned!"

Immediately, the review began, the original army defending the city was mainly based on bows and arrows, after they performed a simple grappling fight, they moved out of the grass target, all the soldiers were all shots and hits, Yang Ling was dumbfounded, so far away, even the bullseye was dazzling, their skills of wearing Yang in a hundred steps were really amazing!

Mingmingjun nodded with satisfaction and praised the leading general of the reading team in public.

Immediately, the morale was getting higher and higher, and the soldiers shouted in unison: "Long live the deep nitrogen! Long live the patriarch! Long live the lady!"

Granny Gu was also overjoyed, and stood beside Yang Ling proudly and said, "Ling'er, you see, our Deep Nitrogen Clan army is the best at using bows and arrows, and can attack and defend!

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the two men boarded the carriage again and drove to their next destination.

In a secluded place, they saw a simple and refreshing enclosed house from a distance, they got off the carriage in advance, Mingmingjun led Yang Ling to walk in front, Gu Granny and Yongquan housekeeper followed, four people entered the courtyard gate, and the rest of the people, including Zhang Qiao, stayed outside the courtyard gate to wait. Zhang Qiao looked at Yang Ling's back, and there was an inexplicable sense of envy and loss in his heart.

When Yang Ling entered the courtyard, it turned out that all the children inside, regardless of men and women, were all wearing uniform light blue robes, although the clothes were simple, they were very clean and tidy, all of them were full of energy and aura, which showed that they had been carefully cared for.

Mingmingjun said: "This is the residence of our deep nitrogen tribe! The number of our people is not large, coupled with famines, floods and other natural and man-made disasters, people often die, leaving these orphans, we can't abandon them, so we will gather together and raise them with the strength of the entire race! They are the hope of our deep nitrogen tribe!"

Yang Ling's tone of voice was firm and warm, very different from his previous impression, as if he had changed a person, he involuntarily turned his head away, and looked at him again with strange eyes, his white hair hung down his chest, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, the bridge of his nose was firm, his eyes were deep, and his sword eyebrows were starry.

In an instant, in the depths of Yang Ling's mind, it seemed to be lightly struck by lightning, and she was numb for a moment, and she had to admit that the man in front of her, although indifferent, was really handsome and extraordinary.

Granny Gu handed over a small bag and said in a low voice: "Ling'er, there are anger coins in it, you come to the residence for the first time to inspect it, and distribute it to these children!

Looking at the lovely children in front of her, Yang Ling's heart swelled with warmth, she took out the inflated coin from the bag and distributed them to everyone one by one, the children were very polite, and after receiving the gifts, they all thanked them.

Coming out of the residence, just at noon, Mingmingjun ordered to go back to the house, and said softly to Yang Ling: "Ling'er, you are doing very well today, I want to treat you, let's dine together at noon!"

Without waiting for Yang Ling to answer, he turned his head and made some arrangements to the Yongquan housekeeper.

Walk to the front of the Guixin Palace, standing outside the hall, the graceful Lian Hong is very eye-catching, far away into everyone's eyes, her posture is respectful, her eyes are looking forward to the brilliance, when Mingmingjun and Yang Ling approached, she respectfully bowed, and said in a flattering voice: "The patriarch is back! Lian Hong has been waiting here for a long time! Lian Hong has something important to tell!"

Mingming-kun looked at her, like a master looking at a servant, and asked tepidly, "About what?"

Lian Hong's face turned red, and he said softly: "It's about something between us!"

A trace of displeasure flashed across Mingmingjun's face, but it was extremely difficult to detect, and it was fleeting, and he still said unhurriedly: "Well, okay! When I have had lunch with my wife, you can wait for me in my study!"

A heartfelt smile bloomed on Lian Hong's face, and she hurriedly bowed in agreement, and walked towards Mingmingjun's study, she couldn't help but glance back at the figure who walked into the gate of Guixin Palace, restrained her smile, and projected a resentful look.

After lunch, Mingmingjun said lightly to Yang Ling: "Let's go, come with me to the study!"

His tone was as irrefutable as ever, Yang Ling was originally under the eaves, so he had to bow his head, and when he got up and went with him.

It was the first time she went to Mingmingjun's residence, only to find that his place was so close to the Guixin Hall where she lived, only separated by a small forest and a small lake in the middle, the building was different from the Guixin Palace, his residence was secret and solemn, but the trees still could not erase the momentum of this place as the core of the entire mansion.

He walked straight in front of him with his hands behind him, Yang Ling was afraid of getting lost, and subconsciously followed him closely.

When she came to the study, sure enough, Lian Hong was already waiting there, and when she saw Mingmingjun appearing, she immediately stood up, and after glancing at Yang Ling with her residual vision, she bowed deeply and said in a flattering voice: "I've seen the patriarch! Lian Hong really has something important to tell you! Can I talk to you alone?"

Mingmingjun turned around and glanced at Yang Ling, pointed to a chair next to the desk, motioned for her to sit down, and then, he sat down behind the desk by himself, with a serious look, and said: "Lian Hong, since it is a matter between you and me, I think, from today onwards, there is no need to hide it from Mrs. We are arrogant country, there is a strict system of wives and concubines, you also know, Ling Er and I have already carried out the soul sealing ceremony, today, she also made the first inspection with me, that is, she disclosed her identity as the patriarch's wife to the whole clan!"

A trace of anger floated on Lian Hong's face, but she still held back and didn't have a seizure, she wanted to argue, and rushed out: "Husband, listen to me......

Mingmingjun slapped on the table, stood up on the ground, and shouted: "Bold! Madame is here!

Yang Ling was stunned by this sudden conflict, completely at a loss, and could only stare at them blankly, not knowing what was going to happen.

Lian Hong hurriedly bowed and said softly, "Yes! Patriarch!" Then, she turned her head to look at Yang Ling with contempt and provocation, and continued softly: "Hong'er will only call you that in bed according to your orders!"

The goosebumps on Yang Ling's body rose again, according to the meaning conveyed by Lian Hong's eyes, she seemed to be very angry, but she suddenly felt that this scene was very exciting, and she was angry, she really couldn't bring it up, so she kept silent and waited for the changes.

Mingmingjun had really seen too many tricks of Lianhong, or was touched by her words, he was no longer angry, slowly sat back in the chair, and said: "Anyway, in the future, Ling Er will be the mistress of my mansion, and the affairs of the ladies will all be managed by her!

When Yang Ling heard this, she suddenly felt extremely embarrassed in her heart, she didn't want to mix in his messy things, and actually let her manage the affairs of her daughters! Oh my God! What did the Red Cross Club say? It wouldn't be to ask for Lin Xing in person, right? How should I answer? Yang Ling was so nervous that his heart was in his throat.

Even when Hong heard this, he no longer bothered about Yang Ling's presence, and instead showed a soft and sweet smile towards Mingmingjun, his face bloomed with incomparable pride and happiness, and he officially made a blessing salute, and said softly: "Congratulations to the patriarch! You will get your eldest son at the age of twenty-eight!"

Yang Ling knew that the people in Xuantian Dao were married relatively early, and she heard the meaning of Lian Hong's words, which was to emphasize that Mingmingjun was not young, and this eldest son was not easy to come by.

Mingmingjun was stunned for a moment, narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head to the side, and asked suspiciously, "You, pregnant?" His tone was unexpectedly cold, completely opposite to Lian Hong's expectations.

Lian Hong thought that the patriarch didn't understand, so she smiled even brighter, raised her voice, and replied, "Yes! Husband! Hong'er is pregnant! I wanted to tell you this surprise in the morning! At that time, you were in a hurry to go out, and you didn't have time to ......."

"Knock it out!" Mingmingjun arbitrarily interrupted Lian Hong's words and said two words categorically.

Yang Ling and Lian Hong thought that they had heard it wrong, and their eyes brushed at his face, he stood up, with a serious face, and said word by word: "Fight!"

Lian Hong was like a puppet whose rope was suddenly loosened, and her whole person softened suddenly, she took a few steps back, and asked in disbelief, "Your child!"

Mingmingjun's face did not change, and he said calmly again: "That's right, knock it out! My eldest son must be my sister-in-law!"

As these words came to his ears clearly, Lian Hong's state of mind was completely devoid of surprises, only sadness.