Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Ah, ah..."

Ling Jingxuan, who originally wanted to say something, was suddenly interrupted by a scream of a baby. Everyone heard the sound and looked at it. I saw that the little squat in the stroller didn’t know when to wake up, and the limbs were in the stroller. The children’s leaps and leaps from time to time, trying to get their attention.

"Hmm..."

Seeing him all look at it, the little guy laughed excitedly, and leaned over to get up and climbed up. Although the weather was getting warmer, his clothes were worn a little less, but he couldn’t help himself. Half of the decisiveness was stuck by his own fat meat. The white and tender little face was too red to turn over. The first time Ling Jinghan and others who saw this situation opened their mouths slightly: "What does he want?"

Ling Jingxuan suddenly had a dark brain. Can he say that his family’s small group just wants to turn over?

"Small corps, I will help you."

It’s really distressing and I can’t see it. Ling Wen walked over and gently dialed it, and the small group finally turned over, but? ? "Wow, wow." When he turned over and squatted on the stroller, he found that he couldn't even see anyone. He immediately cried with a small mouth, and Lingwen, who had helped him, was still at a loss. Yan Ruirui quickly reached out. Hold him up: "Well, don't cry, aren't you going to turn over yourself? Are you still crying?"

"Hey..."

It seems that I feel the comfort of the father, the small group of two hands grabbed his clothes, with tears and convulsions, looks like not to mention how distressed, a room full of people are looking at him with distressed, Ling Jingxuan has been unable to vomit his younger son. Although he seems to be a little thinner now, it seems that it is still difficult to reach the normal standard. It has been more than seven months. ? His amount of exercise has to be strengthened.

"Big cousin, you really have a small group to make a meat dumpling."

Looking at the cute, sweet and tender dumplings, Zhang Yang blurted out.

"Snapped!"

"Can you talk? How do you scream meat? The baby is supposed to look good this way."

Zhang Qingyi slaps his back on his head and teaches his younger brother. At the same time, he glances at the meat dumplings in the arms of Yan Ruirui. A drop of cold sweat slides down his cheeks. Cute is cute, looks like a bit of meat!

"Hey, haha.

When I noticed Zhang Qing’s thoughts, Yuan Shaoqi couldn’t help it anymore. He looked up very rudely. With him taking the lead, the adults all screamed and laughed at the temple. Even Yan Xiaobei evoked the lips. Corner, but Ling Wen gave them a look, walked over and touched the younger brother's face and said: "Small corps ignore them, you are not fat at all, very good-looking, my brother likes you most."

"Hey!"

After that, in order to prove that he said it was true, Ling Wen also leaned over his little face with a fleshy beg, and the little buns also leaned over to kiss him on the other side of his cheek: "Yes, small dumplings If you are not meat, it is not a small group. The third brother also likes your flesh."

"The older brother is also oh, Yuan Shushu, they are all bad guys, don't ignore them."

Afraid of the younger brother, the iron baby also joined the ranks of the soothing small group. Several little guys seem to have forgotten. Only a few months of dolls, if you really know how sad, then you can’t be refined.

"Cough?? Do not misunderstand the small group, the uncle does not disappoint you fat, come, let the uncle of the table hug, have not seen for a few months, grow up a lot when leaving Lingjiacun, the uncle can not recognize it. It is."

Let the children abandon the disappointment, Zhang Qing decisively dare not laugh again, take the initiative to reach out from the arms of Yan Ruirui, and the weight of the hand is black, but this time he can not show it, and, watching His white face is tender and tender. He is really happy and very fond of it. The people present here are not only Yuan Shaoqi Yan Ruirui, but when they were young, they were not dry and flat, black and thin? The chubby fat of the small dumplings shows that their days are really good, and they can also raise a fat son. He is happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay, let him go to the walker to play with himself, always holding hands."

Ling Jingxuan got up and took the child. Long Zhang took the small group and took the urine to put him into the walker. The little guy likes the walker. When he sat in, he immediately ran around the house. The little buns also joined the ranks of chasing. Only Yan Xiaobei was still sitting beside them, but his attention was always on the younger brothers.

"Several young masters, Xuan Lord, you are here."

During the speech, Song Shuiyu, who grew taller than when they left, came in from the outside and saw the children and Yan Ruirui. Their excitement came forward. He was originally a bookboy of Ling Jinghan. Because of the cultivation of Ling Jingxuan, it is now Ling’s brewing account was over, and he was only sixteen.

"Water Margin Brother (Brother)"

Seeing him, the little buns rushed up, Song Xiaohu Song Shuiling also happily screamed, Ling Jingxuan smiled brilliantly: "Yes, more and more management posture, leeches, home okay?"

They were all cultivated by him. For them, he naturally felt a little more affectionate. When he came to Beijing for a few months, he was so happy for the first time, and Yan Ruirui, who was next to him, laughed. And secretly pondering the early arrival of the mother to the capital, although the wife of the wife does not say, my heart must miss them very much?

"Xuanzhu!"

Song Shui-soo was embarrassed to scratch his head. He slightly lifted the young masters who hugged him and walked over to them. Ling Jingxuan directly threw him a sitting look. Song Shui-soo sat down with a little hesitation: "Mrs. Lady, they are all fine." It’s very important to remember you, especially when you just left, the lady always wipes her tears with Mrs. ,, but then they gradually put their minds on the design pattern, and you send back those design essentials. Baby-like collection, now Mrs. and Mrs. Qi are the people who are responsible for designing the pattern in the Baiyunge factory. Master, you also know that he will be baby, and he will sing the best food. The grain is sent to you, and the others are also very good. Now the Yuehua Villa is a giant named by the land of Zhangzhou, and there is a dragon’s stewardship of the palace. Even the government does not dare to bully us. The villages rely on our factory and Wang Shujia kiln, most of them are very respectful to the lady, and the days of the lady’s family are getting more and more prosperous. Flat pregnant wife, the old lady who helped her call the shots did entropy wife, and now the family is very harmonious, Zhang is there to trouble a few times, there are also times ?? "

"Water!"

After Song Shui-soo’s words were not finished, Zhang Qing’s face was slammed, and Zhang’s face sank. Ling Jingxuan looked back and forth at them, and he said: “The kind of people, just drive away, if they don’t obey. People are **** and sent to the government. There is no need to reassure those who are not worthy."

Zhang’s family’s actions are imaginable. Just as he just started making money, does the old Ling family always want to come to oppress him to take advantage of it? The more people you are used to, the more arrogant he will be, the more you will be afraid of him, and he will naturally not be willing to mess around.

"Well, we know, they just want to ask us for money. Mother didn't give it. My aunt made the old Song and they drove them away. Later, when I was at home, they also came twice. I and Yangzi have already been from Zhangjia. The ancestors moved out. I gave them to the land that was left to us before the birth. The condition was that the wills of the shackles were moved to the cemetery we bought. They just refused, we have to go to the government, they will agreed."

Originally, he did not intend to say this. If Ling Jingxuan gave them a sigh of relief, he would not dare to leave the ancestral hall. Now they all think very well. The living people are far more important than the dead. Why bother? Those secular clauses stifle their happiness?

"It should have been like this long ago, is it awkward?"

Thinking of the beautiful but bitter woman, Ling Jingxuan can't hide his distress. This era is too harsh for women.

"It was inevitable at first, but the mother soon figured it out. She is now talking to the otter, while supervising the things in the factory, while designing the pattern with her aunt, the days are too fulfilling."

After sweeping the previous low pressure, Zhang Qing’s face looked a little better, as long as everyone is doing well, other, not important!

"Oh... they have something to do, it’s a good thing. It’s easy to think about it all the time, right, right, Lao Wang’s home is okay?”

Ling Jingxuan said that he turned the topic away. As long as they knew what to do, he didn't have to worry about them.

"Well, Pharaoh also said that when the small group is looking at you when they are old, now their kiln is getting bigger and bigger, and he can't go to the market to set up a stall."

Song Shui-soo nodded and reported to him with enthusiasm. The Laowang’s kiln was only busy supplying the jars for making jam and vinegar and liquor. Once again, Lao Wang was joking with the master and said that he was too busy thinking about his son. Time is gone.

"Oh, oh... all good, just lee, with water Linger and Xiaohuzi Dashan, they will gather together, and you haven't seen it for a long time."

"Hey!"

With his speech, Song Shuiyu stood up happily. Song Shuiling and several small bookboys all relied on the past with excitement. The original buns and small buns also wanted to go, let Ling Jingxuan give it, they are always the master in their minds. Going will only make them cautious, or let them get together better.

"For Jinghan, is the sale of the leeches to be with you?"

Appease the little buns, Ling Jingxuan looked up to Ling Jinghan, and now the otter is getting more and more prosperous. If he still has the status of a slave, it will inevitably make people look down, and he is almost seventeen. According to the law of this era, It is time to say that the daughter-in-law, the slaves must have no good people to say that the wife and children, the old Song family is also loyal to him, he can not pit them.

"When I left, I gave Jingpeng, big brother, do you want to remove him from slavery?" Ling Jinghan is also savvy, and he almost guessed his purpose in an instant. In fact, he also thought about it, so he will sell his identity to Jingpeng. .

"Well, the otter should say that the daughter-in-law is gone. You give Jingpeng a letter, let him go to the slaves of the Song family and the Zhou family. Lingyun and Dashan, they can do it here."

Ling Jingxuan nodded, did not avoid the meaning of Lingyun, Lingyun also sixteen, in addition to slaves to look at each other, almost 18 years old will be able to marry, Xiaohuzi longevity they will inevitably be the pillars of the country. Nor can he let the identity of slaves ruin them.

"The master, slaves don't have to be slaves."

Before Ling Jinghan answered, Ling Yun took the lead and went out. Long Zhang also hurriedly said: "The slaves are not used, thank you master."

Isn't slaveship no longer important to them? They are doing very well in the palace. The masters never look at their current people. They are not willing to remove slavery, and they are even more reluctant to leave the palace.