The merchant prisoner returned to Muwangfu, that familiar and unfamiliar home, he also had a childhood, and even spent a long time here.

Practicing martial arts, enduring hardships, and improving, there is only such a cycle in childhood memories, boring and tasteless.

Marriage is something that a man must experience in his life, and Shang Jian once thought that he would marry a certain young lady of a family, just like the eldest brother and the second brother, before he met Eleven, and even before Eleven cut off his flesh and skin and gave it to him, he was vague about "love".

The Wood King only provided him with the conditions for survival, and as for his father's love, it was vague to almost none.

Shang prisoners, like Di Yunfeng and Ye Chen, lack love, if they don't have it, they don't touch it, and if they do, they will be out of control, and if they are unfortunately lost, they will be in pain.

In the first half of the night, the merchant prisoner couldn't wait to return to the Muwang Mansion, and found no trace of Eleven in all corners, at that time his mood had fallen to the bottom, he thought that Eleven couldn't bear the loneliness and left him.

He's so simple.

In the second half of the night, he learned through Jiang Cheng that Eleven would never give up, and he burst into tears with excitement, if Eleven didn't really love him, how could he bear sixty years of loneliness alone?

At this point, he has made a vow in his heart to protect this woman for the rest of his life!

......

Sanji Mountain Lake, as the last "happy land" of Muwangfu, before leaving, Eleven lived here to recuperate.

The merchant prisoner stepped on the thick snow and walked for nearly an hour before reaching the gate of the mountain lake, the barrier was still not weakened, and the vegetation and flowers inside were well preserved.

The merchant prisoner sniffed Eleven's breath and came over, and he knew that Eleven was back from his master's house inside, and how could his wife live outside?

"Brush Brush ......"

The autumn wind covered the trail with fallen leaves, and Eleven was holding an iron tree broom at the moment, slowly sweeping away the fallen leaves. When she saw the merchant prisoner returning, she was happy to climb her cheeks, but the next moment she was embarrassed to hook her head, obviously still blaming herself for what happened in the first half of the night.

"Sweeping the floor?"

The prisoner stood at the end of the path and asked directly.

"Huh, uh-huh......" Eleven wasn't a girl who could talk, so she only nodded softly.

The merchant prisoner thought for a while, and then said: "There are so many fallen leaves, how troublesome it is to sweep them, why don't I blow them away with a punch?"

"Don't!" Eleven shook his head and said, "Sweep the floor better, sweep clean, I have nothing to do anyway......"

The merchant prisoner raised his eyebrows, and suddenly asked, "You usually sweep the snow like this?"

Eleven nodded.

The merchant prisoner pointed out of the mountain lake in surprise: "What year will you sweep the snow of the huge Wood King's Mansion to Ma Yue?"

Eleven said honestly: "Actually, it doesn't take that long, the sun has often come out in recent years, and the snow will melt by itself." ”

Shang Jian was unhappy, rubbed his nose and said, "It seems that I have to find a way to find a few subordinates." ”

Eleven persuaded: "The Muwang Mansion is just the two of us, what kind of people are we looking for, and then we will talk about it...... You'll be gone again after a while. ”

The merchant prisoner said: "It's just that there are few people to match you with a few people!"

"What a waste of money to find someone?" Eleven pouted and whispered, "No one wants to come at all......"

The merchant prisoner shook his head, looked at the empty and desolate surroundings with great dissatisfaction, and said, "Where is this like home?"

Eleven

With sadness hidden in his eyes, he asked, "We're both here, isn't this home?"

"This ......" The merchant prisoner opened his mouth to say something, but the words reached his throat and eyes were held back, and he looked at Eleven with a sad face, but his heart was extremely uncomfortable.

The mountains and lakes in the three seasons are autumn, no wonder the fallen leaves are piled up, the autumn breeze is getting cooler, and the hair of Eleven fluctuates and tugs at the heartstrings of the merchant prisoner.

The silence made the atmosphere awkward for a while, and the two seemed to be facing each other, neither of whom would speak first.

Men should be generous, this is what the merchant prisoner tried to teach the soldiers under his command, at this moment, why is it so difficult to make himself do it?

He finally sighed and changed the subject: "Can you clean it up?"

Eleven nodded, but said, "It's so late at night, do you still want to read?"

"This time I came from the ghost world, and I haven't reported to the court yet, so I went to the study to write a few letters, talk about a little more itinerary, and stay in Liangcheng for a while, after all, at this node, it is difficult to be idle. ”

The merchant prisoner walked towards him.

Eleven threw away the broom, followed quickly, and asked excitedly, "You...... You...... How long are you going to stay in Liangcheng this time?"

Shang Prisoner said: "After seeing the people you should see, you will leave." ”

"Five days?" Eleven gestured to five fingers.

The merchant prisoner said: "More than that. ”

"Fifteen days?" Eleven asked in surprise.

The merchant prisoner thought for a while and said, "A month." ”

"A month!"

Eleven covered his mouth with his hands, so excited that he almost jumped up!

Women are sometimes so easily satisfied.

This woman has been waiting for sixty years, why can't she ask for a few more days?

"Husband, are you hungry? I'll cook you something delicious, the fresh ingredients I brought back from the Flying Snow Inn. Eleven asked excitedly.

Shang Prisoner's stomach was indeed a little empty, so he nodded and said, "Just cook some light millet porridge, not green peppers." ”

"How does Husband know that I'm boiling your favorite eight-treasure porridge?"

"Oops, oh no! I forgot to turn on the fire while chatting...... I'll go and see, husband, you wait in the study for a while!"

Eleven hurriedly ran to the kitchen, where is the tender appearance of his daughter's house?

The merchant prisoner smiled to himself and said lightly: "I'm lucky." "Towards it.

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The time in Sanji Mountain Lake is synchronized with the outside world.

It's night.

The long night.

Before the prisoner put down his pen, Eleven knocked on the door and asked, "Husband, is it convenient for me to come in?"

The merchant prisoner couldn't help but smile and beckoned, "Why be so restrained, come in." ”

Eleven slammed the door open with his elbow, smiling, holding a tray, a pot of tea, a bowl of porridge, two cups, and a plate of fried fritters in both hands.

"Guest, your dish is here. ”

Eleven is skillful, it seems that she has learned a lot of things in the Feixue Inn, she gently put down the tray, set the dishes and chopsticks for the merchant prisoner, poured the tea, and stood aside in a slim manner, the previous tray blocked most of her body inadvertently, only to find that she had changed into a pair of clothes, silk like mist, delicate body exquisite, neckline opened, leaking a piece of snow-white skin, a deep ravine.

It turns out that she is the real "dish".

The merchant prisoner did not notice that Yiren was thinly dressed, and the rice porridge in front of him did not move his chopsticks for the time being, and he took care of sorting out the letters on the table.

Eleven kept changing colors on the side, and he was very anxious, so he reminded: "Husband, the hot porridge is going to be cold, you can take advantage of it." She opened her mouth and exhaled a seductive breath, and her tone was also charming and enchanting.

The merchant prisoner still said indifferently: "There is a letter here to present to His Majesty the Emperor, and I will eat porridge later for fear of getting dirty." ”

Eleven pulled the merchant prisoner up from the chair and said, "Let the concubine serve the husband for these small things, and the husband will eat first, otherwise the fritters will be cold and not brittle." ”

The merchant prisoner smiled faintly and said, "Very good." He sat aside, moved the dishes and chopsticks, drank a mouthful of porridge, sandwiched a piece of fritters, chewed twice and praised: "It tastes wonderful." ”

Eleven boasted, smiled secretly, and deliberately lowered his mind a little, so that the merchant prisoner could see more clearly.

The merchant prisoners ate and drank porridge by themselves, but they didn't expect that, and they couldn't find the "place where the peach blossoms bloomed".

Seeing that the merchant prisoner couldn't get along, Eleven bit her lip, and suddenly had a plan, she covered her chest, frowned, and coughed quietly: "Cough, cough, cough, cough......"

"What's wrong?" the merchant prisoner immediately asked.

Eleven pretended to be uncomfortable and said, "I don't know, my chest is suddenly a little itchy, husband, can you help me take a look......"

The merchant prisoner said nervously: "I'm not a doctor, where can I see the strangeness? With that, he walked around behind Eleven, and raised an internal force from Eleven's back.

Eleven bit her soft lips, her eyes full of hatred.

"Are you feeling better?" the merchant prisoner asked.

The dish is cold, this person naturally has no passion, Eleven sighed softly, and no longer deliberately forced, and said: "It's already good, the husband should drink the porridge quickly, the concubine has already cleaned up the bedroom, and she can wait to sleep at any time." ”

"Huh......" Shang Prisoner also took a long breath and said, "Over the years, I have been worried that your body will have a conflict with the Yin Spirit, and I can't take it lightly because of the pain. ”

The merchant prisoner drank all the porridge in one go, picked up Eleven on the chair, turned around and walked downstairs: "You need to rest now." ”

Eleven's cool passion was rekindled, and she struggled shyly a few times, and said, "Oh, I can walk ...... by myself."

The merchant prisoner did not speak all the way, nor did he bow his head to witness the figure of Eleven in his arms, he sent Eleven back to the room, put him on the bed, covered the quilt, and instructed: "You can rest well tonight, I will not accompany you." ”

"What!"

After going through the ups and downs, she no longer had the strength to save anything, so she had to pull the quilt, cover her face, and complain softly: "Why do I love such a nerd?"

"By the way, I'll pick up a friend at the Ghost Inn early tomorrow morning, you're familiar with it, let's go together. The merchant prisoner walked to the door and suddenly remembered.

"Ghost Inn?" Eleven was puzzled, and subconsciously guessed, "Could it be that your friend is from the Well of the Dead?"

"The ghost gate will not be opened easily for anyone, even I came out of the well of death. He's a friend of the ghost world, and I don't know if he can adapt to the weather of Zhenwu, in short...... Again. ”

The merchant prisoner pushed the door out before he could say anything, and only when he got out of the door did he stretch out his hands to take a closer look, and the more he looked at him, the more complicated his expression became, and finally shook his head, smiled bitterly, and walked in the direction.

Eleven was only wearing a wisp of tulle, how could he not feel that moving body?