My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

Why do I have to choose something that has something to do with me even when I’m talking about a story?…

Biting her lower lip, Yan Conling couldn't help but chuckle.

The fox demon in front of him stared, his neck turned red, "Why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing, just tell me."

She shook her head, not revealing his selfishness at all.

"Once upon a time, there was a scholar who came from a poor family and was diligent and eager to learn..." He spread the book on his lap and his voice was gentle and low, like a spring flowing from a stone.

The very light fragrance is close at hand.

It didn't know when it started raining outside the corridor. Mixed with the sound of rustling drizzle, she gradually loosened her fingers, and the dull pain in her forehead was like wrinkled paper, being smoothed out by a little bit of gentleness...

A dreamless night.

Since the fire, I have never slept so deeply that I almost missed the morning patrol the next day.

"That's too late!"

As soon as he opened his eyes, the sky was bright and he didn't even have time to eat breakfast. Yan Conling took the sword and left in a hurry.

Lou Qixue's quick eyesight and hands quickly stuffed the buns and round boiled eggs.

Carrying such a bag of things, she went to the familiar gold-lettered plaque of the Demon Suppression Department. Her two senior brothers were already waiting there.

"Junior sister! Good morning!"

Ning Mingche greeted him warmly and walked away with a meat bun.

Fresh out of the cage, it was so hot that it made him grin, but he couldn't shut his mouth.

"It's different now that we're married. Ling'er, your face has become a circle."

After sharing the buns with the second senior brother next to him, Yan Conling said with a smile, "Third senior brother, do you think it would be good to get married? Then as long as you nod, the great prince will definitely help you fill the backyard with a dish for each person and a banquet." .”

Ning Mingche shuddered.

"Don't mention it, your husband..."

There are many people with mixed ears, but he still knows how to lower his voice, "It's that fox demon. You picked it yourself after all. But what do I mean, am I breeding?"

What is the nature of a young man? The more he talks about it, the more frustrated he becomes, "I don't know what my father is thinking? He also said that if we don't get married, we are sorry for my mother and concubine. I really don't understand, whether I get married has anything to do with whether I can do it to my mother or concubine." what relationship?"

Yan Conngling responded, "It's really a bit urgent."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Ning Mingche is the eyeball of the great prince.

Holding it in hand is afraid of falling, holding it in mouth is afraid of melting.

Since I was a child, I have always responded to everyone's requests, and never failed to do what others have asked me to do. Later, the regent was afraid that he would favor him too much, so he found an opportunity to tell a story to persuade him tactfully.

Even so, when Ning Mingche wanted to enter Yunshan, he didn't do much to stop him. Compared with his current attitude towards forced marriage, he was indeed surprisingly tough.

"It's not impossible to get married, but at least I have to find someone I like. It's a big deal in my life. It's good for me and the girl."

"My father has always loved me, but this time his brain is as screwed to death. He can't listen to anything he says. He has to let me wait until I turn twenty-one... Uh-huh!??"

Ning Mingche suddenly raised his voice, and the next moment he was pinched in the mouth by the senior brother next to him.

"I can't even stop your mouth!"

"I'm so dry that I'm choking. Go ahead and buy two bags of soy milk for Ling'er."

The Great Prince has no lethality.

But Yue Lingheng is the real father, the eldest father.

The young man shrunk his neck and did not dare to say anything, so he went there honestly.

Looking at his back in the crowd, Yan Conling raised his eyebrows slightly, and he could sense something was wrong from what his second senior brother did.

"Is the Huo family's matter settled?"

Yue Lingheng asked her in a soft voice.

"Well." Yan Conling's eyes were still scanning the flow of people, "The Huo family has no intention of getting married, and the Bai family naturally cannot continue to exert pressure, so Sister Bai Shu does not plan to enter the palace to hide. She is looking for a blind person. The excuse of inconvenience is gone." Yue Lingheng raised his eyes, "Is Concubine Hu so easy to evade?"

You must know that Queen Wu had conflicts with her several times, and she always ended up being reprimanded and grounded.

She couldn't afford to offend her and couldn't afford to hide, so Empress Wu simply focused on eating fast and chanting Buddha's name, and didn't care about worldly affairs.

Yan Conling smiled and responded, "Of course it's hard to shirk it, but Sister Bai Shu is a doctor, so it's not difficult for her to get a disease that infects people and make her skin rot and smell bad."

Everything else is easy to say.

But the old emperor was a handsome dog, and his appearance was naturally not worthy of the Holy Eyes.

Yue Lingheng was about to ask something more when a gong and drum sounded not far away.

"Dear judges!"

At the beginning of winter, if we look back, people on the streets are wearing quilted jackets. But the muscular man who was beating the gong was barefoot and upper body, and was still steaming faintly.

Yan Conngling stopped and observed.

Deep eyes, high nose, profound facial features. The hair only reaches the neck, and there are braids on the sides. It is obviously not the appearance and dress of ordinary people.

Behind him was a child who looked somewhat similar to him. His clothes were thin, his cheeks were as pink as dumplings, and he held several sharpened swords in his arms.

"Is this a sword-swallowing show?"

It is not uncommon for outsiders to make a living by doing business on the streets of the Imperial Capital, and it is even more common for people to swallow swords and breathe fire. Therefore, there were only a few people watching.

The father and son performed hard for a while, but there were very few coins in the bowl on the ground.

Yue Lingheng couldn't stand it anymore and was about to take out a few taels of silver and steamed buns.

swipe-

The man suddenly sighed and seemed helpless. He took off his belt and threw it into the sky. It turned into a rope and went straight into the sky with no end as far as the eye could see.

"What kind of trick is this? Interesting and interesting!"

Ning Mingche, who came back from buying soy milk, happened to see this scene in front of her. She put her arms around the shoulders of her senior brothers and sisters, squeezed her head with curiosity, and applauded extremely.

The young man's voice was clear and clear, and many people were attracted to him as soon as he started speaking.

"Surprisingly, this rope won't fall off?"

"How long is this rope? Why can't I see the top?"

"Isn't it going to the Heavenly Palace?"

someone joked.

But the strong man smiled and nodded, "To be honest with you, this rope can indeed go to the Heavenly Palace."

"Oh, I complimented you a lot and you really started to boast." Everyone clearly didn't believe it. "Then can you tell me what the gods in the palace looked like that day?"

"To go up to the Heavenly Palace, you need to climb the ladder to heaven." The strong man responded unhurriedly, "But with this rope, I can only go up quietly without being discovered, so how dare I see the gods directly?"

"Hey, what's the point of your rope?"

Upon hearing this, the crowd of onlookers lost most of their interest and started to disperse.

The strong man picked up the child and said tightly, "Everyone, please don't be impatient. Please listen to what I have to say first."

"Although this rope cannot see gods, it can see immortal things. If you, the judges, want to see anything, just tell me. I will ask my son to go up and get it."

Someone suggested, "Then let's open our eyes and see what the immortals eat for breakfast. Isn't it steamed buns and fried dough sticks?"

"okay!"

The strong man lifted the child onto his shoulder with one hand, his muscles taut, and he threw the child up with all his strength.

The child looked to be only five or six years old, but his hands and feet were very nimble. Grab the rope and climb up. After a while, the little figure disappeared into the clouds.

(End of this chapter)