"Mingyue, I've said it eight times... Really, my father-in-law stayed well inside, looked very good, and was in a good mood. ●⌒,. As a son-in-law, I told him two jokes. After making him laugh, he also passed on my set of mental methods. He heard that you broke through the seventh grade, and he was very happy and asked me to bring you another set of martial arts formulas..."

Although he had said it many times and complained a little, Jia Huan did not show any impatientness on his face. Instead, he said it carefully with a smile. Looking at the peaceful smile on Dong Mingyue's beautiful face, Jia Huan felt it was worth it.

After Jia Huan finished speaking, Dong Mingyue looked at Jia Huan quietly and whispered: "Huanlang, thank you."

Upon hearing this, Jia Huan's eyes were filled with joy. He reached out to put his hand over Dong Mingyue's shoulder, let her approach his chest, and then raised his head and said proudly: "You call me Huanlang, do you still need to thank me? Don't say such a strange thing in the future, but... if you want to thank me, hehe, you can also have some real things. Come on, baby, you're so sweet, um...oh!"

As soon as he put his mouth on the shy Dong Mingyue's lips, before he could experience the feeling of happiness, Jia Huan flew backwards again.

Looking at Dong Mingyue with a slightly apologetic look on his face, Jia Huan said aggrievedly: "Yue...you are..."

When Dong Mingyue heard this, she looked at Jia Huan in shame and said, "Who made you... stick out your tongue... disgusting!"

Jia Huan said laughing and crying: "Yue, you are still young and don't understand. When you fight kisses, you have to do this, so that you can look in love with each other. This is what makes you have me and I have you..."

Although I have never heard of kissing, Dong Mingyue can guess what it means, just...

Is this really the case?

A hint of doubt appeared on Dong Mingyue's cold face.

Jia Huan was secretly happy, but sighed on his face, saying, "Forget it, since you don't like Mingyue, how can I just care about my own comfort? I just ignore Yue'er's feelings... Yue. Don't worry, I will not be so reckless again in the future."

When Dong Mingyue heard this, she was both moved and blamed herself.

Since this kind of thing is done by both husband and wife, how could she not do it?

Wouldn't that mean that she is not a good wife?

However, even so, Jia Huan still understands her so well and cares for her...

Dong Mingyue was moved, her face gradually turned red. She whispered: "Then...then let's do the same."

Jia Huan was ecstatic when he heard this, but the grandson still hesitated, saying, "Yue, I'm afraid you are not used to it... I don't want you to be wronged."

When Dong Mingyue heard this, she gave Jia Huan a angrily glance and said angrily: "Your eyes are full of joy, and you still have to grasp it... If you grasp it again, I will be inaccurate!"

Jia Huan rushed forward without saying a word...

...

"Hehe.hehe! Suck..."

"San Master, you have been giggling foolishly since you left the mansion, and your mouth is so silly... You have been laughing for more than half an hour. What's wrong with you?"

Immediately, Timur looked at Jia Huan with concern in his eyes and asked.

The three brothers of the Han family surrounded him, and their faces were all a little strange.

But they knew that Jia Huan went out just now after seeing his "brother and sister-in-law", so what he did was self-evident.

After being awakened by Timur, Jia Huan glared at him angrily and said, "What does it have to do with you? You just talk too much!"

Timur was not afraid either, and he smiled. He grabbed his head with his big hand and said, "Aren't I afraid that your cheeks will hurt, third master?"

"Puff!"

Han San, who was not as dull as his elder brother and second brother, couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Jia Huan was also happy, stretched out his whip and whipped Timur's body, and cursed with a smile: "You're just talking too much, hurry up and hurry up."

Timur smiled and said again: "San Master, let's go to the village now. When we pick up our aunt and grandma, we will rush to the city and return to the mansion, but it will be late at night. Why don't we wait for tomorrow morning..."

"Temur!"

Han Da was riding in front, and when he heard this, he turned around and shouted angrily.

Han Rang's guard was on the left, looked at Timur in displeasure, and said coldly: "What are you doing when you are in the back of the palace? Why are you talking nonsense? There are no rules for being a personal soldier."

Timur was stunned by the scolding, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

If Han Sanxun was there, he might have dared to tell him a few words, but Han Da and Han Rang, who had never smiled seriously, suddenly attacked him. Although he didn't know what he had done wrong, he knew that he must have said something he shouldn't have said.

Not daring to say more, he glanced at Jia Huan with a playful look on his face. Timur honestly retreated to the carriage behind and guarded, looking left and right.

Jia Huan turned around and laughed: "Are you honest? Just hurry up and hurry up."

Timur finally let go of his heart, and he smiled a lot, but he didn't dare to speak, just smiled foolishly.

Jia Huan laughed again, and then, as Han Da and Han Rang shook their heads helplessly, lifted up their horse whip and tugged their hips. They dismounted and ran out.

Han Da and others hurriedly followed closely.

Why choose this time to pick someone up?

It's very simple, because Aunt Zhao is the aunt who has left the mansion. If you want to go back home, you can only go in a shameful night...

...

Because someone rushed to the village to report the day before, Jia Huan came to pick him up and returned home today.

Therefore, Aunt Zhao and others packed their luggage early and waited for Jia Huan to pick it up.

After leaving the mansion for three years, I have been looking forward to returning home one day and night, but...

Today, Aunt Zhao's heart has become dull.

"grandmother?"

Compared to Xiao Jixiang who was excited, jumping up and down, running around, Xiaoque was extremely careful to discover Aunt Zhao's strangeness.

Too calm.

Aunt Zhao looked back at Xiaoque, smiled faintly and said, "It's nothing... It's just that I've lived here for more than three years and have to leave all of a sudden. I feel a little reluctant to leave. What should I do if I do in the greenhouse in the backyard after we leave?"

Xiaoque smiled and said, "Hasn't you already asked the head of Guo Sanzhuang's family to be in charge? Grandma, don't worry, when she returns to the mansion, the third master will build a better and larger greenhouse for grandma."

Aunt Zhao shook her head and sighed, "No! The rules in the mansion are strict, and the old lady will not agree. It would be fine if we followed Brother Huan to the east, but they were still living in the west, then we wouldn't be able to do anything. The old lady didn't care about anything, but she understood in her heart, otherwise, how could she not let us go to the east? Humph, now I feel sorry for my grandson..."

"grandmother!"

Xiaoque looked at the old woman who was cleaning the house nearby and whispered: "Grandma, these words are unspeakable."

Aunt Zhao gave her annoyed look and cursed, "You are more careful than me... Don't worry, I'm not a fool. I can't find Sujing in front of the old lady, I..."

"grandmother!"

Before Aunt Zhao could finish her words, Xiao Jixiang jumped over, hugged her shoulders, and her big eyes bent into crescent moons. She screamed sweetly.

Aunt Zhao angrily pointed at her eyebrows and cursed with a smile: "The bigger you get, the less you are. You're rough all day long. Wait, you'll have your own good when you return home!"

Xiao Jixiang suddenly became a little depressed when he heard this, with a look of regret on his face, and said with a small mouth: "It would be great if grandma could go to the east, then let's tsk..."

Aunt Zhao interrupted Xiao Jixiang's "delusion" with a "slap" and said, "Be your dream of spring and autumn. The old lady is just guarding against us to waste time for Brother Huan, so she detained us to the west. But you have no problem. When you return to the mansion, you will go to the east with Bai He and follow your third master. There are more foxes in the east than in our mansion. You don't keep it carefully, hum, when you two come to me to cry!"

As soon as this said, whether it was Xiao Jixiang who was jumping around or Bai He who was sitting quietly beside him, his face looked a little scary.

Xiao Jixiang said shyly, "Grandma. I...I can't get over, so I just guard grandma. Xiao Jixiang will go wherever grandma goes!"

Aunt Zhao snorted, and her tone became softer after all. But she still cursed: "Stop farting! It's useless to guard me! I really want to let the fox girl who is so upset in the east to teach Brother Huan. Where did you cry when I saw it!

I can tell you that Brother Huan is now a first-class son. In addition to a wife, he can also take another famous wife, Mrs. Ru is no more than an ordinary concubine. It is recorded in the list of court households, and there is also a little bit of money every month.

If Brother Huan is fascinated by the foxes from the east and gives this seat to someone else, I will be haha! Look at whether you will say these good things to me!"

Xiao Jixiang was stunned by Aunt Zhao's words and said quietly: "Third Master, the Third Master will not be harmed..."

"Pooh!"

Aunt Zhao said furiously: "I have taught you in vain in the past few years. How did I tell you before?"

Xiao Jixiang pouted aggrievedly: "A man can hold on, so the sow can climb a tree."

On the side, Bai He looked strange and his shoulders were shaking slightly...

Xiaoque looked helpless.

Aunt Zhao snorted and said, "Since you still remember, why do you say such stupid words? Can a man's affection be relied on? Look, it's only a few years, and before the hair... has she pulled away so many beautiful things at home? Bai He is now his own person, so who is not better than you?"

Xiao Jixiang was sobbing that he felt aggrieved that Balao Balao burst into tears and sobbed: "The third master said that he likes me to be so happy..."

Aunt Zhao was so angry that she said, "Yes, you scrambled to eat with him when you were having a meal. How could he not think you were happy? Okay, okay, I just cried after saying a few words. Why? I still want to complain to your third master in a while?

Okay, it’s useless to say so much. I’m just serious when I go back and guard your third master. Over the years, although you are nominally my maid, I still treat you as my own daughter? I’m just hoping that you can have a good ending, not like me…”

…(To be continued.)

ps: Let me talk about the question about yesterday's chapter, because those two chapters actually contain some private goods.

Because he thought he was a little bit of a literati, he was inevitably infected with some literati's bad habits, such as he liked to use the past to satirize the present, or used some metaphors.

But in fact, this approach is very undesirable because I do not have the qualifications to write this kind of text, and my own cultivation is far from reaching this level.

In other words, I am actually a weaker person like the one who watches passers-by, and wearing the hat of a keyboard warrior is not unfair.

Therefore, in the future, I will try to avoid such chapters that involve private goods.

However, some main foreshadowing was laid, and it was about to be used later.

Of course, there is another situation that makes me very embarrassed.

Now more than 9,000 texts are updated every day, and quality is inevitably declining.

In fact, six thousand words per day are a relatively balanced horizontal line.

However, I don’t have to ask for support every day, including subscriptions, rewards, monthly tickets and recommendation tickets. Everyone is strongly supporting them, so I really don’t have the face to say that I will update two updates every day in the future.

So I can only try my best to maintain the daily updates and restore the level I should have as soon as possible.

Because the busiest time in my life has passed, I can spend more time polishing my words and ideas in the future.
Chapter completed!