"You little boy! Carrying a beautiful man on his back to the battlefield. He is not afraid of the sun or the wind and rain. He has no husband and cannot see his parents." The singing girl walked with a cute and speechless man on her back.

Little beauty. The girl's hair is pulled up high with a jade ring. On her feet are a pair of deerskin boots. She is wearing men's coarse cloth clothes without any embroidery. She has a melon-seed face with willow-leaf eyebrows and red phoenix eyes.

The black gem-like eyes were spinning very flexibly.

This kind of masculine and feminine dress made her look charming and masculine, and even the coarse clothes exuded a special sense of freedom and ease.

The handsome boy who was carried on her back also hummed along, his eyes turning into lines of laughter.

I could only hear a flurry of gongs and drums outside the tower, and the shouts of the soldiers never stopped. But the handsome boy was not frightened. He seemed to be used to it, and listened to it as a lullaby. His eyes smiled more and more like crescent moons.

She's just as cute, even her dimples are showing out.

The shouts from downstairs got louder and louder. The woman carrying the handsome boy on the tower put the handsome boy on a special chaise longue chair for her. The handsome boy looked at the woman with a pitiful expression and said with a childish expression.

The voice said: "My eyebrows are rising and I feel hot."

The woman snorted from her nose and said: "I told you not to come but you came anyway!" But she still said softly to the little guy behind her: "Go get a big umbrella!"

"It's the leader of the village!" The young man fetched a big umbrella with a look of reverence on his face, opened it and inserted it where the handsome boy was lying, and then stepped aside.

After sitting there for two minutes, the handsome boy became restless again: "Mei Ranran, I want to drink juice!"

This time, the woman didn't have such a good expression, and shouted impatiently: "Damn kid, you think this is a vacation at the summer resort of that damn man Feng Lingxuan! And how many times have I said, don't

Call me Mei Ranran, call me sister and listen, and I will get it for you!"

"Good sister, I want to drink juice!" The next second the cool little handsome guy immediately put on a flattering smile. The change was so fast that it was staggering. Is this still a child?

The woman's expression softened: "Go and ask Xia Xia to bring you a glass of juice."

After a while, a sweet-looking little girl came up with a plate and said to the eyebrow: "Miss, why did you bring the young master to listen to the lullaby again? Why don't the people in the village tell others?
Chapter completed!