Lu Jingmo looked at her faintly:

"Erchen helped you lay down the entire Fengming Continent, but you didn't even give you a courtyard."

"Alas!"

"Looks like I'll have to go to my father......"

Lu Ye threw away the brush in his hand, glared at her, and asked Li Ji to bring a deed and slam it on the table:

"The deed is given to you, take it, take it."

"Remember, don't bother your father."

She waved her hand and drove Lu Jingmo out of the imperial study.

When Liang Han came over with refreshments, her anger had not yet subsided.

"Alright, you."

He put the cup in front of Lu Ye:

"Mo'er has been fighting outside for three years, and I want you to have a house, what's wrong?"

"When the countries are fighting, the emperors of other countries are in danger, you are still sitting peacefully on the imperial chair, and the two daughters have protected the thousands of people in the North Continent, and even more to protect you and me, if you want me to say, you can give the world to them directly."

Lu Ye didn't dare to take Qiao anymore, and hurriedly changed his flattering face:

"Yes, Han'er is right."

"I also want to hand over Beilu directly to Mo'er and An'er, but the two of them don't want it."

She said with some worries:

"An'er said that she wanted to accompany her husband at home, not to mention Mo'er, she asked for that courtyard, just to take her husband to live in Xucheng for a year and a half."

Two people who can bring down the whole world, but they are obsessed with the love of their children.

Liang Han felt that there was nothing wrong with this approach, but he thought of another point:

"I haven't seen each other for three years, Mo'er and An'er should have a good reunion with their respective husbands."

He paused, and a kind smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Maybe, in a year, we'll have a few more granddaughters, grandchildren."

Spring is welcomed at the end of the year.

Ion You finally married Lu Jingmo at the age of twenty-one.

The red candle swayed, and the red dates and longan were spread all over the bed, and when they were pounced, they were slightly awkward.

The person who pressed on him seemed to notice it, and turned over with him in his arms.

"Ink."

Ionic Yu's sultry tone:

"Why did you set your wedding date on the first day of the Lunar New Year?"

Lu Jingmo seemed to have known that he would ask, and replied in a low voice:

"Four years ago today, you looked at me from afar, and I still remember that look."

Sad, resolute, and a little arrogant.

That year, she married Ran Ran and Qingmiao,

"Yu'er ......"

"So,"

Ion You interrupted her words, and her phoenix eyes curved slightly:

"Is this compensation for me?"

Lu Jingmo didn't speak, just looked at him.

If you look closely, you can find the weakness in her eyes.

Back then, You'er expressed her heart to her, but she rejected mercilessly.

After that, I couldn't suppress my heart together, and I continued to experience separation in the first year.

In the next three years, I only saw it once.

She is the most guilty of You'er.

Ion Yoo smiled and kissed her on the lips:

"I love this compensation, but I want another ......"

He leaned into her ear again, and his red lips lightly opened:

"I'm on it tonight, okay?"

The answer, of course, is, yes.