Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

"Where's Lele?"

Chun Yang took a half step forward and said, "Madam has hired a teacher to teach the second young lady calligraphy. Uncle Tang asked her to stay in the martial arts hall today, and now is the time for her to practice calligraphy." She also said that Wangshu practiced writing huge characters every day with the purpose of guiding the little girl to write back to her brother-in-law.

Qin Xiuyuan raised his eyebrows when he heard that another letter had been sent. He rushed back two days after receiving the letter from home and missed it.

"The singer doesn't need to come today." Qin Xiuyuan stretched out his hand and broke off an ice spike from the eaves, and there was a "pop" sound.

Chun Yang's face tightened. "Yes."

He went to the main room to listen and then ordered, "Don't tell the lady about those gossips in the future. People with bad intentions are secretly hurting others, and our family members cannot be the tools to deliver the knife!"

When Aunt Xia heard this, she knelt upright beside him, lowering her head and not daring to raise it. "It's my fault!"

"Before I got married, I only had Tang Bo by my side. Now I have a place to return to in Yaocheng, a home in Yongcheng, and a place to go in Jingcheng."

Having said this, he bent down slightly, and his tall figure loomed. Chun Yang's forehead was covered with sweat. He knelt down and collapsed beside the nanny.

He laid the icicle flat and threw it into the snow pile in the yard. He stood up and said, "Kneeling is not an option."

Renhu strode straight to the martial arts hall on the left.

Chun Yang heard the divine transmission a little later, and Tang Bo also knelt under the eaves to listen to the lecture. He was in a state of panic and quickly asked Ji Shou to silence the others. "Anyone who is not loyal to the family and likes to stir up trouble, no matter who it is, will have their legs broken and be sent to the government if they do it again!"

Not long after, General Qing Lingling returned to the main hall indifferently. In the afternoon, the two of them were busy with their hands and their minds were still unsettled.

The general hurried back in a hurry after receiving the letter. In the freezing snow, if something went wrong...

Wangshu woke up from a long nap, turned over and yawned, probably because she was in a hurry. She turned around and found that the person sitting on the outside was holding an account book. He lowered his head and asked her with a bright look, "Are you awake?"

After I came back from the toilet, I found that the gold ingot on the table was gone. Well, the table, chairs, clothes, and even the face towels were all neatly arranged. The hanging face towels were even at both ends. The lids of the powder boxes were closed and lined up in a row. There were two or three soft pillows on the rocking chair, and the blankets padded the corners neatly. The soft pillows were also returned to the wooden couch where they had been for a long time...

There was no need to look, the clothes in the closet were arranged in order from short to long to thick. The person who was sitting there and watching her while checking the account knew exactly what small clothes she had added.

A wolf in sheep's clothing.

She had a bad feeling, but it was not appropriate to check the theft scene in front of the thief. She hesitated between going back to the inner room to change clothes or following her heart and continuing to lie down. She decided to change clothes and prepare to go to the study to do the accounts.

Qin Xiuyuan: ...holding a few account books, he chased after the people.

"Shushu, let's eat hotpot for dinner."

As the voices arrived, Wangshu nodded, "Whatever you want." Seeing that he was about to sit down next to her, she had no choice but to put down her account book and let him hold her on his lap. She rested her head on his beating heart and asked, "How many days will you stay?"

"We'll see what happens tomorrow. Jingcheng is under control now, so there's no rush."

It's better to give up some power. Qin Er is not a pushover. Qin San is now a gangster, stained with filth. He picked out several of Qin San's deeds, either raping women on the road or abusing them in the bedroom. He was cruel to his enemies and mean to his subordinates...

Wangshu was disgusted by what he heard and rolled his eyes in disgust. "Stop talking, it's disgusting. Why didn't God take him away?"

...Qin Xiuyuan saw that the man was so disgusted and resistant that he was fidgeting. He hurried to calm him down. "After he was injured, his personality changed drastically. He's become half a useless person."

"He can take revenge, he can harm himself, but he always abuses women, so he's no good."

Wangshu recalled the look in his eyes that day, so vulgar and despicable. The man looked as dark, slippery and disgusting as a snake. His throat felt itchy and he dry-heaved twice. "Ugh!"

Qin Xiuyuan was terrified. He put down the legs of the two people on the table and gently stroked the thin back of the person. "Don't say it anymore. Don't think about it. Don't think about it."

She had a very shallow throat. Occasionally, when she smelled something on the street, or even when he just scratched his mouth with his fingers, she would sometimes gag.

This was just a dirty guy, but he reacted so strongly that he even vomited water.

As a result, Guozi didn't eat much. Qin Xiuyuan wanted to make up for it, so he talked about some trivial matters of his father-in-law and mother-in-law, which made him open his mouth and feed him a lot of meat slices.

Slow-cooked chicken soup, topped with thinly sliced ​​lamb and beef slices, and coated with a layer of fragrant and spicy sauce. The moment you take a sip, you'll feel warm and comfortable all over.

Wangshu eats it so often that it's no longer fresh. He scoops a bowl of chicken soup and drinks it slowly. When he sees someone eating too fast, he stops them, "Slow down. You'll burn your mouth and it'll easily break the skin."

The man turned around and put the meatballs in her eyes to stop her from eating, and the small bowl was full.

After dinner, Wangshu was reluctant to go back to her room. The man was not particular either. The main room was warm everywhere, so he trapped her on the desk, and rolled her around, tossing and turning, until she was so embarrassed that she wanted to go back to her room.

This desk is where the teacher taught Ji Laoer to practice calligraphy. What a shameless guy!

Wangshu woke up from his nap still feeling indignant. After washing up and walking around, he found his desk tidier than before, the carpet in the main hall spotless, and the only thing missing from the wooden couch was the soft pillow… He went back to the inner room and saw that it was indeed hanging high on the beam. He felt both infuriated and amused. Thinking about how he had gotten up early to clean up the house, his anger subsided a lot…

Especially when he saw Ji Laoer, who had been sent away for two days, rushing in, "Brother-in-law is back?!!! Where's my brother-in-law!"

She rushed from the main hall of the study to the bedroom door before stopping. The bedroom was a restricted area, and no one could enter without her sister's permission.

"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law! I'm Lele!" He was so anxious and excited that he couldn't contain himself. His neck was stretched out like a duck, and he looked eagerly.

"I went to the governor's office to do some business." Wangshu finally calmed down.

Upon hearing this, Ji Laoer immediately kicked his short legs, twisted his fat buttocks, and turned around to guard the gate.

A quarter of an hour later, he trembled and came back to the door and asked, "Sister, can Lele..."

"What if you go and your brother-in-law can't do the job well?"

Little Fatty Yuan seemed to understand, but didn't quite understand, and ran out of the door to wait.

The Governor's Mansion. In the vast backyard, snow and ice clumps formed on the roof and under the eaves. The snow and ice in the courtyard had been cleared away, revealing neatly arranged cloud-patterned tiles and flat, dark floor tiles. Sanbai and Erhuang, having recovered from their injuries, were running at full speed on training wheels, sprinting across the flat ground, braking sharply, and turning with no less skill.

"Good dog!" Qin Xiuyuan on the corridor couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. He never thought that there would be such a way to assist after his legs and feet were injured and amputated. It was simply a reconstruction technique!

With an exclamation of "Good dog!", Xie Miao turned sideways to look at his good friend. The couple praised the dog in the same way, just as the young woman had praised gold and silver in the same way.