"Anyway, I'm going to be invincible soon. As long as you know it, don't spread it randomly..." Ning Yi laughed, and then became a little tired, "I want to go home quickly..."

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All the way back home, when the carriage entered the yard, the bloody smell on his body had not disappeared. Ning Yi stood in the backyard and looked at the tables and chairs, houses, trees, and walls in the yard. After thinking about it, he walked in and found the side yard.

In the meantime, Xiaochan and Ning Xi jumped over. They probably saw the blood stains on his body, and they were a little worried. When they were about to check, she and Ning Xi were hugged by Ning Yi. This continued for a while, and Xiaochan thought

Ning Yi was injured: "Ms. sir, what's wrong with you, what's wrong... let me see..." The child was not used to the bloody smell on his father's body, so he turned his head away and said: "Dad, it stinks, it stinks...

"Ning Yi smiled and put it on his face.

"It's okay." He hugged Xiaochan tighter and put her head on his shoulder. After a while, he said: "Xiaochan, do you remember the first time we met... it was when I was

After the bricks were smashed, what did I look like when I first woke up?"

"I can't remember clearly." Xiaochan replied, and then added, "Actually... my husband was a bit fierce at that time. My uncle... was injured and wanted to go out, and then he was mean to me... I was a little scared."

"Haha." Ning Yi patted her, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just... thought of something."

Letting go of the doubtful Xiao Chan and the crying son, Ning Yi walked inside. In the bedroom, Tan'er was writing something at the table. When he saw Ning Yi come in, there were blood stains on his body, he hurriedly greeted him: "Ms.

..." Before she could finish her words, Ning Yi picked her up and walked inside, finally pressing her down on the bed. Ning Yi lay on her body, startling her: "Mr., what's wrong with you?

What's wrong..." She thought Ning Yi was injured on the back, so she pulled at her to see. Ning Yi held her face in his hands, stared at her and smiled: "It's okay. Don't move."

"Uh... you... you're hurt..."

When their eyes met, Tan'er was still a little panicked, but gradually turned into confusion. Ning Yi looked at her for a while, then reached out to touch her eyes, nose, lips, and then put his head on her neck and smelled for a while.

"Ms. sir, what's wrong..." Tan'er asked softly.

"Something happened." Ning Yi was still lying down, "I encountered an assassination on the way back, but that's not the main thing..."

"Those guys, it's for disaster relief...I heard..."

"No." Ning Yi was silent for a moment, "Hey, Tan'er, if...just this month, I marry Yunzhu...and Jin'er, you..."

He hesitated, but Tan'er laughed softly, "You have finally made a decision. Everyone has been waiting..." This was her smile pretending to be open-minded, but she had indeed been mentally prepared for a long time.

It's not too tasty either.

"Besides, after things are settled here, I will take the time to go to Luliang Mountain."

Tan'er frowned. After a moment, with a complicated expression, she hit him hard with her hand: "You are not afraid... your body will collapse..."

"Hahahaha... That's not the case." Ning Yi laughed for a while and said, "Juan'er, find someone to get me some hot water. I want to wash it... there is blood on my body."

From outside the door, Juan'er who was listening in the corner responded timidly: "Oh." Then she ran away.

Ning Yi sat up, and Tan'er, who had taken off her restraints, was able to straighten her clothes. She looked at Ning Yi doubtfully. She also understood that Ning Yi's character must have encountered something other than the personal relationship between his children.

Such anomalies occur.

Ning Yi thought for a while: "I used to... always be a little reluctant to do long-term things..."

"...Huh?" Tan'er didn't understand.

"That's because I always want to reach a certain level and get away." He sighed, "But now it seems that there are some things where there is no way out. After all...such a ridiculous thing..."

"I, I don't understand."

Ning Yi didn't answer any more. He grabbed her hand and patted it, then patted her again, and smiled at her. His smile had become warm and amiable: "Anyway, you have to go with me."

Tan'er looked at him: "We... are husband and wife."

In the doubtful but somewhat caring gaze, some things were decided. At this time, the sun was shining slantingly from outside the open door, and there was a slight chill unique to spring in the air...

February, the second day of the lunar month.

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Qingming.

Li Pin walked up the hillside outside Taiyuan City and looked at the numerous tombs in the wild and the smoke that was lit when mourning for relatives.

At the edge of another forest, a man named Cheng Zhouhai, wearing a blue robe, knelt down on the grass, facing the direction he chose, and bowed three times to those who died in the famine. Accompanying

Around him, there was only the chill of spring and no witnesses.

At the dock, Shishi embarked on her journey with the large ship that was unable to return. Looking at the city, tidal flats, and docks in the distance, her eyes shed tears. In this winter, she felt emotions that she had never had before.

The dead people, those...the people they tried their best not to want them to die, but still died, stayed on this land.

The small-scale famine is still going on, and it will last until the new year's food harvest finally arrives, and during this period, people will continue to die. The price of food has remained at eight taels and one stone, no longer rising, but it is still

Three times as much as usual.

She had to go back.

If you stay, there will be more helplessness.

She really wanted to go back and tell some people what she had seen.

The wind blew her hair on the boat.

Every year, the wind blows from spring, to summer, to autumn, to winter, over and over again, never stopping. It blows away time, blows the growth rings, blows the youth to maturity, and blows the growth of adulthood.

Aging, and then the old people have to leave the seeds of their wisdom, hoping to pass it on to the next generation of children. This is how people live, work and pass on the earth.

It’s a new year again. People are feeling the new year’s singing and dancing in the spring breeze. In the court, groups of people are high-spirited and planning for the future. There is still war in the north, and there is constant war.

In the beacon smoke, the prosperous sun alternates with the ominous afterglow.

This is the spring of the twelfth year of Jinghan in the Wu Dynasty.

The world is at peace.

ps:

The fifth episode of The Son-in-Law, "The Feast," is over.
Chapter completed!