When Su Yuanyuan was picked up by Jiang Wenzheng just now, he was lying in Jiang Wenzheng's arms in turn, but now he turned his direction and sat forward, his back against Jiang Wenzheng's strong chest, even if this person from the Pubei clan was not afraid in front of him.

She gripped the armrests in front of the saddle with both hands and looked at the men.

Just as she was thinking about why the Bun tribe had suddenly attacked, a man in the crowd wearing a face cloth caught her attention.

The man was veiled, but his hair was disheveled, and his single-eyelid eyes were out of place with a raised eyelid.

The man stared at the captives in the street, but his eyes burned with rage.

Su Yuanyuan's body stiffened suddenly, and he only recalled for a moment that he remembered the spy who was on the street that day, and the spy with iron chains tied to his neck and feet.

How did he run out!

Su Yuanyuan didn't expect to see that person again in the crowd on the street, she gently pulled the corner of Jiang Wenzheng's clothes, and Jiang Wenzheng's head lowered a little closer to her mouth.

"Wen Zheng, that Mongolian, no, that spy of the Libei tribe ran out!"

She also pointed it to Jiang Wenzheng, but it happened that the person happened to look at it.

That man's eyes were vicious, and his eyes were like the eyes of a beast, but when he looked at Su Yuanyuan and them, he seemed to have seen some kind of flood beast, and he couldn't hide his panic, pulled off his face towel and ran away.

It's him! It's really him!

The spy who escaped was named Zapin, and it was absolutely impossible for him to forget the man who was like a god of death, and that look was too cold.

He was flustered, but he still wanted to pass on the information that the person was still alive, and he must not be allowed to block the great ambition of the Libei clan!

Jiang Wenzheng saw Za Ping, he gave Jiang Xuan a look, and Jiang Xuan immediately transferred five people from the dart game to chase after him.

Now the whole city is searching for the people of the Libei tribe, and now they are like rats crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats, how dare they show their faces.

Jiang Wenzheng and Su Yuanyuan sent Fu Shen and Shen Yun home, and when they got home, it was already late at night, Jiang Zhiyi was coaxed to sleep, and Qingyi and Liufang sat at the round table in the hall.

As soon as he heard the sound, Qingyi hurriedly went to the door.

Su Yuanyuan was still wearing that body, but his body was full of blood.

At this moment, the blood dried up and congealed on her plain white robes.

It's just shocking to watch, but Qingyi can still see that this blood is not Su Yuanyuan's, and she has no other injuries on her body except for the abrasions on her arms when she fell.

Not long after, the winter kite also returned, and a few people boiled hot water and washed up briefly and fell asleep.

Su Yuanyuan sat on the bed, her skirt lifted up and folded on her lap.

The white and tender calves were all broken by stones, and there was a large patch of red.

Jiang Wenzheng looked at her sitting pitifully there, and couldn't say anything that wanted to blame her.

In the end, it can only be boiled down to one sentence, "Does it hurt?" ”

Su Yuanyuan bit his lip and nodded.

"It hurts, I threw it out directly, you don't know how cheap that person is, he actually stepped on the robe you gave me!"

The robe is moon-white, and there is a dark pattern embroidery of peony flowers on it, not to mention how beautiful it is, after such a toss, I don't know if it can be washed out.

Jiang Wenzheng's subordinates kept moving, and the disinfectant cotton ball was pressed directly on Su Yuanyuan's knee, and the alcohol stimulated the wound, and Su Yuanyuan only felt a burst of soreness extending from her legs to her whole body.

"Shhh

Jiang Wenzheng hurriedly removed the cotton ball, his mouth approached Su Yuanyuan's knee, and pursed his mouth to gently blow cool air on her.

Su Yuanyuan narrowed his eyes comfortably, propped his hands behind the bed, and just lazily watched Jiang Wenzheng sit on the small bench and give her a snort.

Her little rabbit teeth bit her lower lip and smiled shallowly, and her husband was comfortable.

After the potion on it dried, Jiang Wenzheng slowly ripped off her little skirt.

He didn't rush to get up first, but moved the small bench closer.

He grabbed Su Yuanyuan's hand and looked up at her, with a look in his eyes.

"Yuanyuan, let's have a child."

The candle flame next to him flickered slightly, illuminating his pale eyes, and his eyes were clear and pure, looking at her reverently.

Su Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, and finally swallowed his saliva with a grunt.

Jiang Wenzheng thought that what he said was too abrupt, causing the little woman to sit on the bed and blink her big eyes without saying a word.

Su Yuanyuan looked stupid and stupid on his face, but in fact, his brain was running rapidly.

Ah Yi will be eight years old after the New Year, and they should also reach the age of having a second child.

She was originally afraid of Jiang Zhiyi, afraid that having one more child would make him think that his mother's love was taken away.

But seeing that Ah Yi also happily said that Yunkai next door had a sister, and he also wanted one, every time he said it, Su Yuanyuan looked at Jiang Wenzheng with a red face, and the man's face did not change, so she lost her mind, and she fooled around every time.

But that's what she thought in her heart.

Neither in the original world nor in this world, she has not yet had a real blood relationship with her.

If she and Jiang Wenzheng have children, then there is someone in this world who will involve them together, and they will never be separated.

Just when Jiang Wenzheng thought she was unwilling, Su Yuanyuan leaned forward, held Jiang Wenzheng's face with both hands, and gently kissed his forehead with cold lips.

At the moment of kissing, Jiang Wenzheng's pupils contracted suddenly, and he seemed to hear a gentle and shallow "Okay." ”

Just when Su Yuanyuan was doing his psychological work and thought that he was going to make the next move, Jiang Wenzheng picked up Su Yuanyuan and put him on the bed, covering her tightly with a quilt.

Su Yuanyuan: "??? ”

Jiang Wenzheng had a playless smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had guessed her thoughts.

He fanned out the light in front of the bed with one hand, "What do you think, take care of your injuries first." ”

Su Yuanyuan blocked her chest with a breath, turned her back angrily, and she didn't pay attention to this dog man anymore.

Because of the invasion of the Libei tribe last night, the entire Flyshan City was panicked, especially the Wuliangdian, and people began to stock up on supplies.

But most of these people were ordinary people, and those who were from high families only closed the door and sent their guards to ignore what was going on outside the door.

Those landlords will have surplus grain hoarding in their homes, not to mention the war, even if there is a famine, they can eat for two or three years.

Su Yuanyuan didn't panic, there was still surplus food on the villa, and the food she planted was enough for them to eat for several years, and the entire villa had been built into an ecosystem that could be self-sufficient and could operate in a circular manner by herself, if there was really a war, as long as she hid from it, it would be no big deal.

On the second day, Jiang Wenzheng still went out early, Su Yuanyuan always subconsciously felt that he was going to deal with the affairs of the Libei people who had escaped, so she didn't think about it anymore, and went to the store with Qingyi Winter Kite early in the morning.