General, Madam Called You To Farm

After a few more days, Xie Jinnian had almost recovered, he was able to walk and move, and his appetite was gradually recovering.

In the afternoon of this day, the three little ones climbed onto the master's bed and fell asleep soundly. Ling Yun got a moment of peace and sat under the crabapple tree to drink tea.

Xie Jinnian walked over: "Do you mind?"

"sit."

Ling Yun didn't mind.

Xie Jinnian sat down on the stone bench opposite him.

Although Xie Jinnian was forced to join the camp of Baihua Palace, it was probably because of Su Xiaoxiao's mediation. In fact, there were not many opportunities for Xie Jinnian and Ling Yun to be honest with each other.

Today is the first time.

Ling Yun didn't have the habit of serving people with tea, except for three little villains who lacked the ability to take care of themselves.

Xie Jinnian poured himself a cup of tea, smiled slightly, and said straight to the point: "I've been bothering you these days."

Ling Yun said lightly: "Feiyun Palace can't live anymore."

Xie Jinnian smiled: "Anyway, thank you very much."

Ling Yun said: "We're all allies, each takes what he needs, and that's why you're talking about it?"

Xie Jinnian said truthfully, "I'm here to say goodbye."

Ling Yun frowned: "Are you going back to the City Lord's Mansion? If your injury is not healed, that girl will catch you back."

Xie Jinnian smiled frankly: "My injury is fine."

He skipped the first question, Ling Yun glanced at him: "What are your future plans?"

Xie Jinnian looked at the blue sky, and said with a good mood: "When I was young, I lived as the son of the Xie family, and later I was adopted by my adoptive father, and I lived as the second son of the city lord's mansion. I live by myself."

"live for yourself."

Ling Yun savored these words.

Xie Jinnian looked at him: "I hope you can do the same, live a dignified life as yourself."

After half an hour, Xie Jinnian packed his luggage and left.

Looking at his receding back, Lingyin asked, "Young Palace Master, do you just let him go?"

Ling Yun took out the seal of the city lord from his sleeve and put it on the table: "He doesn't want to be the city lord."

Lingyin said bitterly and bitterly: "Some people fight for the position of city lord, and some people refuse to take it when they come to your door... What should we do now? Is it for Xia Houjue who is still half-breathed? Or The unweaned Xia Houchen?"

Xia Houjue, Xia Houzheng's younger brother.

This night, Ling Yun lay on the bed upright, with his hands crossed and flat on his stomach.

Xie Jinnian's words kept flashing in my mind: I hope you can do the same, live a dignified life as yourself.

the next day.

Ling Yun went to the City Lord's Mansion, executed Xia Houjue, "produced" evidence of Mrs. Ru's affair with others, and "caught" an adulterer.

The adulterer personally admitted that Xia Houchen was his own flesh and blood, and committed suicide in prison in fear of crime.

Ling Yun called Ji Minglou and asked him to take Xia Houchen away.

Ling Yun looked at Ji Minglou without anger and prestige: "Master Ji, do you know what to do?"

Holding the sleeping baby in his arms, Ji Minglou looked at the thin young man in the main seat, and he unconsciously had a submissive aura.

Ji Minglou lowered his head: "This child is the blood of my Ji family, and has nothing to do with Xiahou's family. I will record him and my wife's name, and raise him as my own flesh and blood."

Steward Chang stood beside Ling Yun respectfully, and took a peek at the Young City Lord's expression.

He used to worry that the Young City Lord was too young to control these old Jiang Hu.

Looking at it now, it is clear that he has missed his eyes.

Ji Minglou resigned.

Just when he was about to step out of the hall, Ling Yun said again: "Don't appear in front of my mother again."

Ji Minglou opened his mouth.

Ling Yun said domineeringly: "This is the order of the city lord."

Ji Minglou was startled.

Chang Guanshi was excited and ecstatic, with tears in his eyes, he knelt down and bowed to Ling Yun: "Kowtow to the city lord!"

The guards in the hall all knelt on one knee: "Kowtow to the city lord!"

The guards outside the hall also knelt down on one knee one after another: "Kowtow to the city lord!"

"Kowtow to the city lord!"

"Kowtow to the city lord!"

...

At the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, the guards looked in the direction of the main hall and knelt down holding their swords: "Kowtow to the City Lord!"

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This year's dense fog dissipated in mid-March.

Yu Wenhuai and Yu Wenxi went back to the Western Jin Dynasty one step ahead.

The Su family army left long ago. After all, they had the task of guarding the southern border, so they couldn't stay in other sea areas for a long time.

Su Xiaoxiao and Wei Ting and his party stayed until the thick fog cleared, mainly because Wei Xiaobao was still young and not suitable for going to sea.

On the twenty-ninth day of this month, Wei Xiaobao will be seven months old, almost ready to go.

She was chubby, with her small arms cut off, like a pink and tender lotus root doll.

"Wow!"

Wei Xiaobao is getting angry with his uncle again.

With the record of 300 rounds of fighting against slaves, Gui Bu finally got the patent to take care of Wei Xiaobao for half a day.

He decisively carried Wei Xiaobao away from the cradle.

Wei Xiaobao frowned seriously.

Gui Bu entered Chu Feifeng's room: "Feifeng, is Xiaobao hungry? She just kept barking."

"Didn't you just feed it? Let me see."

Chu Feifeng put down the half-packed luggage, and took Wei Xiaobao from Gui Bu's hand.

Wei Xiaobao complained: "Wow wow wow!"

Gui Bu hurriedly said: "Look, look, is she screaming? I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Wei Xiaobao: "..."

Chu Feifeng really likes Wei Xiaobao, as long as it is related to Wei Xiaobao, she can immerse herself in it, and even forget to avoid ghosts approaching.

Chu Feifeng carefully checked Wei Xiaobao to see if there was any sweat, wet urine or rash.

Ghostly eyes fell on her fair face, she took a deep breath, and mustered up her courage: "Feifeng, how about...we also... want... a child..."

"Uncle! The small ax is pulling the qiu-qiu!"

Xiaohu walked in with his buttocks bare, "I need to wipe."

The corner of Ghost Horror's mouth twitched violently.

Little fart! You stink and look for your father! What do you want me to do!

Chu Feifeng said warmly: "I'll come."

Gui Bu stepped forward: "I'll come, I'll come!"

He wiped Xiaohu's ass.

Xiaohu went out to play again.

Chu Feifeng hugged Wei Xiaobao and asked Gui Bu, "What did you want from me just now? I didn't hear clearly."

Wei Xiaobao pricked up his ears and looked at Gui Ji.

Gui Bu said embarrassingly, "No, nothing."

Wei Xiaobao tilted his little feet expressionlessly.

On the other side, Su Xiaoxiao was also packing her luggage, and Wei Ting was with her.

Xing'er and Lingyin were kicked out, eating melon seeds outside.

Lingyin glanced at the half-hidden door, and asked in a low voice: "Did the Second Young Master and the Second Young Madam do the same in the past?"

Xing'er understood what she meant, shook her head and said, "That's not true, ever since my uncle killed Xia Houyi and got injured, the two of them have been sticky all day long, so tired!"

Xing'er hugged her arms, expressing that she couldn't bear to look directly at her.

Lingyin thought for a while: "The Second Young Master must have almost died, and the Second Young Madam feels distressed."

Xing'er scratched her head: "But that time when Mo Guiyuan was killed...Young Master was hurt even more..."

Su Xiaoxiao gently pushed his strong chest, blushing and said: "There is someone."

Wei Ting took away her half-folded clothes, pressed her on a pile of clothes that had been neatly folded with great difficulty, bowed his head and kissed her:

"They dare not come in."