"Sister Moli, I heard Uncle Eleventh say that the eighth uncle in the hinterland of the dynasty is an extremely bad person, a **, specializing in robbing beautiful little girls. But don't be afraid, no one can hurt you with me. ”

Laughing at Jiang Moli and saying, Jiang Xiaoman listened curiously, although he didn't understand it very well, but he also knew that there were several uncles in the dynasty who seemed to have fought with their father over the years.

"Uncles are talking about business, don't mess around!"

Maybe it was because of the candle flame, under the candle flame, the girl's cheeks were red and a little annoyed by the unashamed words of the young man next to her, and her little hand couldn't help but secretly pinch the young man's waist.

Lin Mei's willow eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and the small movements of the two teenagers and girls naturally couldn't escape her eyes.

As a mother, she is very reluctant that Xiao Man'er and Mo Li'er will really be together in the future.

The county lord who returned to the ruins country has a delicate heart since he was a child, and now his memory is restored, and he can see Mo Li's life experience more clearly than anyone else, and there are some things that Jiang Ye, the eighth generation of the town's border soldiers, has not noticed.

Thinking of those legends about the steppe wolf Tinglan clan, I couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

If it is a sister and brother, Lin Mei will never object.

Mo Li's child is very painful, and Lin Mei will naturally raise it as her own daughter.

If there is really a catastrophe in the future, the aunt will naturally do her best to block it.

Although now Xiao Man'er has been taught by the old eleven to tell some juvenile jokes, it can't be taken seriously.

But if one day the two children really have some inexplicable feelings and want to get married, Lin Mei really doesn't know how to do it.

The two children were raised by themselves, and they were reluctant.

If that legend is true, and the woman of the Lan family is contaminated, will his little barbarian not be swept into the biggest whirlpool in thousands of years in the future.

When the time comes, let yourself be a declining demon county lord who has no hometown now, and it is a luxury to want to get the little barbarian back from the whirlpool.

The Jiang clan behind his husband is capable of fishing, but in the future, the Jiang clan of Great Xia is likely to be the creator of the whirlpool.

I don't know if it's okay for Mo to leave that child's identity, if you know, what if you sacrifice a child in the clan, even if it's a direct family?

A dynasty can stand in the world for so long, and there is still a lack of "chess pieces" that can be sacrificed?

At least, Lin Mei knew that among the seven famous townside soldiers in the borderland, there were a few later endings...

......

Hey, let it be.

If it really comes to that time, it's a big deal to leave it to fate.

As long as you have your husband and barbarian by your side, you can't pass the storm and you can't break through.

Lin Mei rubbed her somewhat sore head, and simply stopped thinking about it.

glanced at the husband who was talking to his two brothers in a low voice at this moment, and his heart couldn't help but calm down.

Since the last ancient temple incident, Lin Mei has noticed that there are some mysterious things in her own "Nine Emperors of Great Xia", and even she can't see through her cultivation and memories now.

There is no doubt that his husband has also cultivated the ancient heavenly skills of the Jiang family.

It's just that I don't know, which weight has it reached now?

If you really have your own guess that day, I'm afraid that it will all be left to my husband to fight?

Women, or are they more dependent on people, but too often they show up but will be disliked by their husbands?

It's ridiculous to say, the direct descendants of the Jiang clan in Great Xia, except for a very few who can't support the wall, which one doesn't cultivate the Nirvana Sutra? For a long time after the cultivation was restored, Lin Mei was a little entangled and melancholy, and her husband was just an ordinary prince in the secular world.

The demon clan has a long lifespan compared to the ordinary human race, if the husband and wife want to stay together for a long time in the future, do they have to spend some of their own cultivation in the past, or do they still use the secret method of the wood demon clan to transform their husband and little barbarian into demons?

But he ignored the subtlety of the Nirvana Sutra, which was an ancient heavenly skill that even his father coveted.

It is one of the few methods in the world that can almost survive the five decays and tribulations of heaven and man.

"What do you think?"

Jiang Yao looked at his wife who was in a daze at the table like a wooden pestle, and couldn't help but step forward and gently pat Lin Mei's head and said softly.

On this Chinese New Year's Eve, the three brothers rarely got together, talked for a long time, and talked a lot.

Now that I don't know it, it's late at night, Jiang Ye and Jiang Che are now leaving to rest, and they greeted Lin Mei before leaving, but they didn't know where their "brother and sister" and "sister-in-law" had gone, and they didn't listen.

Xiao Man'er was also coaxed by Mo Li to go to sleep first.

Now, the husband and wife are left in the hall.

"I'll do it. ”

Seeing that his wife was about to clean up the mess on the table, Jiang Yao chuckled and stepped forward, consciously putting away the dishes and chopsticks.

is used to doing it herself, except for some necessary chores in the Suzaku City Overseer's Mansion on weekdays, most of them are handled by Lin Mei.

"The general's hand is the hand that holds the knife and the pen, and I will do these trivial things. ”

Lin Mei smiled lightly, stretched out two lush slender hands to straighten Jiang Yao's somewhat messy collar with gentle movements, and said so on her lips, but her heart was warm.

"It's good to have you!"

In the world, what woman doesn't want her husband to be pampered and pityed for many years, and the county lord who returns to the ruins is naturally not exempt from vulgarity, looking at her husband who is seriously tidying up the tables and chairs at this time, his hands are wrapped around Jiang Yao's neck from his strong shoulders.

"Hehe, silly Nizi!" Jiang Yao hugged his wife's slender waist with his chest with his backhand, even if they have been together for so many years, they are still the same as when they first met, and the only thing that can make him feel excited for a moment is the woman in front of him.

Over the years, I owe Lin Mei too much.

"It's getting late, shall we rest?"

"Well, it's all up to my husband. ”

Tonight is destined to be sleepless...

The wind in the border area was a little cool at night, especially in this spring, and the wind that swept into the window ruffled the stack of rice paper on the bookcase.

Jiang Ye stood in front of the window, ignoring the night breeze that blew in uncomfortably mixed with a slight coolness, and a pair of sharp eyes like eagle eyes were staring at the rice paper in his hand that was still fragrant with ink.

"Another decade..."

Sighing softly, Jiang Ye was a little stunned.

The eighth generation of the townside army is the most ruthless, and the heads cut off by his own hands over the years have to be piled up into hills, and he has not married in the past year is the fundamental cold-blooded in his heart, and he does not understand the reason of the world.

But where would the world know that there was a woman who had lived in his heart for decades and couldn't wait for it.

"What can we do?"

"If you had a choice, you should have fulfilled the wishes of those people, to be a free prince, and to stay away from this place of right and wrong. ”

Only with a wry smile, the wind in this Vermilion Bird City is really not small, and the blowing eyes can't help but be a little wet.

If it wasn't Jiang Ye, he wanted to be the candidate of the eight generations of town border soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty, but it was the eight generations of town border soldiers who were candidates for Jiang Ye.

Not wanting to think about it, Jiang Ye shook his head, put his finger between his fingers and whistled.

Phew!

A crisp birdsong sounded across the night sky, and the eagle falcon with white feathers passed through the window and landed on Jiang Ye's shoulder, rubbing his head affectionately.

Snow eagles, unique to the borderlands, are known as the emperor of birds. Unruly, in this world, anyone who can win the favor of snow sculptures is the supreme in the world.

The rice paper was folded and folded, and finally carefully tied to the claws of the snow sculpture.

"Go ahead!"

Touching the supple feathers, Jiang Ye chuckled.

The snow sculpture was quite human, looked at Jiang Ye, looked down at the letter between the claws, flew out with a soft cry, and disappeared in an instant.

Tonight is destined to be sleepless...