The lotus flower on the collarbone has long been blurred by thin sweat.

Cha Jiu curled up in Shen Suyuan's arms, panting lightly to recover his strength.

Shen Suyuan dropped a kiss on her sweaty forehead, the corners of his lips hooked, as if admiring: "Is my technique good?" ”

Cha Jiu's face turned red, and he trembled his eyelashes and hammered his chest: "Be serious." ”

Shen Suyuan was innocent: "I'm talking about the technique of painting lotus flowers on the collarbone, where do you think of it, madam?" ”

Cha Jiu bit her lip and glared at him.

Shen Suyuan held back a smile, hugged her tighter, and warmed her up.

"Jiang Yu."

"Huh?"

"Actually, you said something wrong before."

Cha Jiu raised his head in his arms, and he didn't know why: "Which one?" ”

Shen Suyuan couldn't help but kiss her eyes that were always clear and clean.

"You saved me from my curse, and told me that my life would be my own."

Cha Jiu listened quietly.

"Not really." He smiled, "My life belongs to you and our children." ”

……

A year later, Cha Jiu gave birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses.

Shen Ciye was overjoyed to have a younger brother and sister, and pulled his father and mother's thighs with his eyes, hoping that they could agree to let him name his younger siblings.

Shen Suyuan and Cha Jiu both agreed.

Shen Ciye finally named his younger siblings Shen Mianxing and Shen Mianyue.

Cha Jiu hugged Shen Ciye, kissed his childish little face, and asked, "Why did you choose these two names?" ”

Shen Ciye tilted his head to look at his mother: "Starry and moonlit night?" ”

Cha Jiu: "Huh? ”

"If I am the Boundless Night, then my younger brothers and sisters should be Xingchen and Haoyue, and my eldest brother will tolerate and protect them for the rest of my life!"

After that, Shen Ciye patted his little chest with a righteous face.

Cha Jiu couldn't help but smile: "Good man." ”

Shen Suyuan also praised: "Good brother." ”

Shen Wu and Shen Qi nodded in appreciation: their good masters in the future!

The years are long and peaceful.

Shen Chong was old, so he stepped down from the position of city lord, and Shen Suyuan officially took over the position of city lord of Qingzhou.

Shen Ciye also grew from a milky little group to a handsome young man, and was personally taken by his father to learn various affairs in Qingzhou.

Although he treats people gently, he always looks like a Buddha with a smile on his face.

But when it comes to dealing with serious things, his methods are decisive and ruthless, and he is even better than Shen Suyuan.

It was because Qingzhou's subordinates did not look down on him because he was young.

The most important thing is that their young city lord can pass through ghosts, and all unsubordinate words and disobedient deeds will be relayed to the young city lord by those damned, ubiquitous gossip ghosts.

Therefore, everyone kept to themselves and did not dare to exceed the rules.

The second son, Shen Mianxing, has a much more introverted personality, his mood is invisible, and his mind is unpredictable.

However, he is very talented in leading troops to fight, and he is familiar with all kinds of military books and formations, and even creates his own formations for attacking and defending soldiers and horses according to different combat situations.

He led his army into battle for the first time at the age of seventeen, fought a beautiful victory with fewer victories, and at the age of eighteen captured the strongest city in the troubled times.

At the age of less than twenty, he has already achieved great success.

Some subordinates moved their minds and wanted to pry Shen Mianxing on the throne, so they pretended to be unwilling: "Over the years, you have been fighting outside and conquering one city after another for Qingzhou, but the young city lord doesn't need to do anything, he can sit in a high position...... Alas, the subordinates really don't think it's worth it for you. ”

Shen Mianxing raised his eyebrows: "Then what do you think, what should I do?" ”

The subordinate said vaguely: "Naturally, there are capable people living in it." ”

Shen Mianxing nodded: "I like what you said." ”

The subordinate smiled.

Shen Mianxing threw the dagger at his waist in front of him: "Come, cut off my tongue, I want to see what kind of tongue it is, and it can say such beautiful words." ”