Xiao Cheng had a beautiful dream, accompanied by beautiful women in his dreams, needless to say, the charm is infinite. He laughed, and then woke up.

A pair of large, embarrassed, blue-gray eyes, visibly misty from waking up, stared at him.

"Aha, dear, morning". He greeted him cheekily and hugged the girl tighter, anyway, the quilt was covered, and he would hug him for a while if he had the chance, and it was perfect to cover his ears and steal the bell and pretend to be noble.

"You're big, you're stealing me... How long has it been? Don't... face". Nangong Tang asked in a trembling voice, looking fierce and vicious, as if he was about to go berserk.

"Steal hugs, what are these words, you can't wronged people, I'm a gentleman. Why don't you feel like you're hugging something?" Xiao Cheng hugged tighter.

"Hate ......". Nangong Tang snorted softly, unable to resist, his delicate body was in Xiao Cheng's arms, and he writhed like a little snake. Xiao Cheng was happy, and suddenly turned to the county lord of Tang, and looked down at the county lord's hot face and shining eyes affectionately.

"Bad silver, you ...... What are you going to do? Let go of me, I won't let you hug me." Tang Tang was shy and didn't know what to do.

"What don't you do, that is, I wake up a little thirsty, the county lord is merciful and compassionate, he is the reincarnation of a great good man, pity the poor thirsty person, enjoy some saliva to drink?"

"Shameless, no... What saliva... Ah......h Tang Tang was about to dodge in exclamation, but he was not as fast as Xiao Cheng, so this guy took advantage of the situation and bowed his head .............

Half an hour later, the county lord with a blushing face was ruthless and kicked the bad guy who was tired of death.

Hurriedly got up, smoothed out the messy underwear, and then, quickly put on the clothes placed at the head of the bed, not daring to stay longer, for fear that if it continued, he would be eaten by Xiao Cheng and the bones, and rushed out of the house with his head down. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Ding Ding tilting his head and looking at himself curiously, his big eyes full of doubts.

"Ah, Tintin,... When did you come?" Nangong Tang raised his heart and asked tentatively.

"I've been here for a while, and I wanted to wake you and my brother up, but... I heard a strange sound again, so I didn't dare to go in. Sister, are you feeling unwell?"

Ding Ding really didn't understand this question, didn't understand what Sister Tang was screaming in pain when she was fine, she was ready to ask. Smart children are curious and always want to figure out what they don't understand.

"I... Well...... Whining... , ashamed to death, not alive...... , woo woo ......".

Nangong Tang was asked by the little sister one after another, and with a sigh and a cry, she covered her hot face and rushed out, leaving her words in the air, saying that it was too stuffy here, and she went to a distance to breathe.

"It's too stuffy, can't it?" Tintin scratched the back of his head, breathing hard. Very fresh air, my sister is so strange.

Xiao Cheng dressed up and walked out, and what he encountered was this scene, laughing and laughing, recalling the lazy cry of the county lord Fang Caicai like a Persian cat, secretly laughing, his face was not revealed, he picked up Ding Ding, and asked: "Good sister, tell Brother Sù, how long have I been sleeping?"

"Soon, you and your sister slept all night, I think it's time for you to reply, and sure enough, your injuries are healed." Ding Ding rubbed the skin on Xiao Cheng's smooth face with his little hand, and said happily, sniffing with his little nose. "Well, you have the smell of Sister Tang, too, it was Grandma Qi who put the two of you together last night, saying that it was warm. Tonight, Ding Ding wants his brother to sleep in his arms, it must be very warm."

The corners of Xiao Cheng's mouth twitched, I don't know if I am grateful to the overzealous Aunt Qi Meixian, or grateful? Of course I am grateful, people have a lot of eyesight, and they know that they like to sleep with beautiful women.

Xiao Cheng was secretly happy in his heart, and his dirty psychology was not enough for outsiders.

............

Early in the morning, the four of them sat at a small table for breakfast. Breakfast is brown rice porridge made by Ziqing with salted jerky, Ziqing squinted her eyes, took a bite of the rice porridge into her mouth, and looked at Xiao Chenghe, who was pretending to be serious eight hundred, and kept her head down, and drank porridge in small sips as if she was very well-behaved, and a smile flowed in the depths of her eyes.

Ding Ding drank up the rice porridge with a big bowl of 'Gu Dong Dong', dried up a few strips of salted jerky, hung rice grains on the corners of his mouth, and rushed into his mother's arms.

This little girl is very tired, she likes her mother to hold her the most, and she drills into her mother's arms if she has nothing to do, Ziqing's education has not worked for a long time, and she wants the villain to sleep by herself at night, which is a thousand difficulties. If the mother doesn't sleep with her mother, she can roll over and over on the kang without stopping, Ziqing has no rut, she can only dot on her, no, she started to play tricks early in the morning.

"Mother's hug". Ding Ding rubbed all the rice grains onto Ziqing's clothes.

Ziqing saw Nangong Tang sneakily looking up, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but smile, obviously feeling that Ding Ding was so old and tired of her mother's mother. A good-faced woman like Ziqing couldn't stand it anymore, and her face turned blue.

"Go to the side, how old is the child, what are you doing in your mother's arms, not afraid that the guests will see the joke?" Ziqing took Ding Ding and put it aside.

"I don't, I don't, I want my mother to kiss, I want to touch ......." Tintin shook her head in protest like a rattle, she didn't think of anything to say? However, when Nangong Tang and Xiao Cheng shouted these words, Zi Qing was ashamed to death.

"Eat jerky".

As soon as Ziqing heard that her daughter was about to shout out the key words, she was in a hurry, grabbed a piece of jerky, stuffed it into Ding Ding's mouth like lightning, and used her strength to seal her daughter's neck meridians and prevent her from shouting indecent words.

Peng!

Xiao Cheng's head slammed on the table, almost knocking the plate over. This guy's shoulders couldn't stand swaying twice, his face was red, his cheeks were stirring with green tendons, and he finally swallowed the laughter into his stomach, almost suffocating to death.

There was an eerie 'Si, Si' sound in his throat, like the movement of a rattlesnake.

Nangong Tang felt that his body was out of control, he fell from the table and chair to the ground, rubbed the county lord's buttocks and stood up, and threw down the sentence 'Sister, I'm full, you use it slowly', rushed out like the wind, and laughed wildly without knowing where to hide.

Xiao Cheng coughed violently. "Sister Ziqing, I'm going to ask Aunt Qi about something, I'm full, you use it slowly, I'm going out." After saying this, Xiao Cheng was gone.

Burst!

Ding Ding spit out the jerky desperately, his little hand unsealed it, and looked at the embarrassed mother angrily, grinning and about to cry.

"Oh, Ding Ding, my mother didn't mean it. Okay, don't cry, don't cry, can't your mother hug you?" Ziqing had no choice but to hug the baby girl. Ding Ding was pillowed in his mother's warm and comfortable arms, and he didn't want to cry. Ziqing secretly scolded the two unobtrusive little bastards.

"Ding Ding, in the future, you are not allowed to let your mother hug you in front of others, let alone touch your bag." Ziqing told with a straight face.

"Why?" Tintin looked at his innocent eyes in confusion.

"There's no why, it's just not okay, remember?" Ziqing slapped Ding Ding's little ass angrily. Ding Ding pouted aggrievedly and agreed.

"Hahaha, no,... No, oops,... Angry stomach... ...".

Nangong Tang was far away from Ding Ding's house, holding on to a crystal clear old willow tree carved by wind and snow, and smiled.

The children passing by looked at this sister from the outer world, and their faces were full of suspicion. Didn't you eat the wrong thing, this sister is nervous?

It wasn't until five or six little children looked at Nangong Tang who was smirking like monkeys that Nangong Tang realized that he had turned from laughing at others to a laughing stock, and fled with a pale face, running to the top of the Luoxue River, planning to go back to Ding Ding's house in two hours, and he didn't see Xiao Cheng's bastard, he was always taken advantage of, and he had suffered too much in the past two days, so it was better to come out and play for a while.

The ice is like a big mirror, and many children in leather jackets are playing, pumping tops, pulling small self-made plows to slide down from high places, and many little ones are using their little hands to light ice cubes to make ice sculptures.

These children have a foundation in cultivation, the little fingers have caught up with the little chisels, and many vivid ice sculpture creatures are arranged on the edge of the big river like that, Nangong Tang was surprised, mixed in the children's pile, followed by learning ice carving, and had a lot of fun.

Xiao Cheng shook his head and motioned to Nangong Tang, asking her to have fun here and go to Aunt Qi's house by herself.

Nangong Tang waved his hand impatiently.

Xiao Cheng felt that he was redundant, and with a big face angrily, he walked towards Qi Meixian's eldest mother's house.

"A group of snotty little kids, don't you know how to carve ice with both hands, what's the big deal? You county lord really have no taste, hum, catch up with Ming Lao Tzu to carve a Harbin ice and snow castle for you, I will surprise you to death." He chirped crookedly and was very jealous. Children eat vinegar, and they are alive.

Unexpectedly, early in the morning, I met Hu Liege, the bald village head, at Qi Daniang's house, and the dead old man had breakfast with the old lady. Xiao Cheng saluted the two bigwigs, rolled his eyes suspiciously, wondering if the old man and the old woman had an ulterior relationship?

Syllable!

Aunt Qi's hand looked very slow, but Xiao Cheng just couldn't react, and was slapped on the back of the head.

"Little cub, you are not very old and have a lot of flowers, what are you fooling around? Hu Liege is my little junior brother, he is not qualified to be the second Taoist companion of the old body, if you think nonsense, I will beat you out of the door." Aunt Qi pointed at Xiao Cheng's nose and spoke.

The bald village chief only had three hairs left floating in the back of his head, and Xiao Cheng had been very entangled, whether to call the old man bald or bald? Say it is bald, who has ever seen a bald head with only three hairs? Say it is bald, so if you don't die, there are still three hairs left. ...... Why don't you just call Sanmao? But the old man can't sing about the olive tree. ... It's hard, I don't know how to call it appropriately.

"Auntie, look at what you said, why is Uncle Hu not worthy of being your second Taoist couple? You want to see the inner beauty of the uncle, don't you, Uncle Hu?" added a sentence in his heart: a perverted bald dead old man wearing a skull necklace.

Hu Liege nodded hurriedly, deeply agreed. Thinking that he Hu Liege is wise and martial, why is he not qualified? Damn Qi Meixian, his eyes are too high