Beginning to become the second ancestor

Chapter 295 Chapter 293
When leaving Fanghua Building, Song Yuanxuan leaned against the wall of the carriage and let out a long breath.

Yan Danchen glanced at him, his face was flushed, and he didn't speak.

Song Yuanxuan smiled slightly and waved at her, but Yan Danchen ignored him, which made him smile, and then narrowed his eyes slightly.

The carriage went all the way back to Yuanxuan Village. When Song Yuanxuan got off the carriage, he let out a slight breath, and the white air was floating.

Yan Danchen glanced at him, then turned and went back to the room.

Song Yuanxuan knew that she was blaming him for holding her hand, but he didn't want to say anything, as long as she didn't leave Zhuangzi.

Turning his head and taking a look in the distance, the village was still bustling with excitement, with a bit of New Year's celebration, then he turned around and strode into the inner house.

Yan Qinglan walked over from the side, and said softly: "Master, my mother told us to go back tomorrow. It's Chinese New Year, so I have to go back to my mother's house."

Song Yuanxuan was startled, then nodded and said: "Okay, let's go back together tomorrow."

Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of Su Jin, Xie Liuyan's personal maid, who had neglected her during this time.

When entering the study, Song Yuanxuan called Lan Xin and Su Jin in.

When Su Jin looked at him, there was a bit of resentment in his eyes, Song Yuanxuan said softly: "Lan Xin, take Su Jin to buy some gifts in a while, tomorrow I will go to Qing Lan's house, I have to give something."

Lan Xin responded, "Master, then I'll go buy some silk and two pig heads."

Song Yuanxuan nodded, his eyes fell on Sujin, he smiled slightly and said: "I have neglected you these days, study ink for me, let me write a picture for you, and keep it as a family heirloom in the future."

Su Jin suddenly opened her eyes wide, and said excitedly: "Master, how do you make such a heavy gift?"

"I said I will do it." Song Yuanxuan shrugged.

Su Jin studied the ink directly, and the grievances in her heart dissipated immediately, filled with a bit of deep nostalgia, which vaguely turned into excitement.

After ink research was completed, Song Yuanxuan wrote a fan for her, with only four words "My Fair Lady".

After finishing writing, he signed and signed, stamped his personal seal, handed the fan to Su Jin, and said with a slight smile, "Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied! As long as it is given to me by my aunt, I am very satisfied!" Su Jin nodded desperately, then raised her eyebrows and glanced at him and said: "My aunt is worth a lot of money, such a fan, I must regard it as a family heirloom. "

Song Yuanxuan pinched her face, got up and walked out.

It was night, in the bedroom, Song Yuanxuan hugged Xue Xia's body, felt the smear of fat, and said softly: "Xiao Xia, count the time, I will get married soon, and I will have to work hard for you in the future."

Xue Xia's body was like dough, and he said in a low voice: "Lang, I don't work hard. For you, I am willing to do anything. Now that Li County is your fiefdom, I will definitely take care of it, because there is Our retreat."

"Why is your voice hoarse?" Song Yuanxuan was taken aback. In the darkness, he couldn't really see Xue Xia's face, but that deep voice was slightly ashamed.

Xue Xia hugged him vigorously and said, "You shouted too loudly just now, and being with Lang always makes you feel involuntary."

Song Yuanxuan's heart thawed, such a woman really made people's bones crisp, and his heart couldn't help stirring again, there was always a bit of evil fire that couldn't be suppressed.

After a long time, Xue Xia fell into a deep sleep, Song Yuanxuan kissed her on the forehead, got up and walked into Zheng Naner's room.

As soon as he got on the couch, Zheng Nan'er woke up, which had become a habit.

Snuggling her back and snuggling into Song Yuanxuan's arms completely, Zheng Nan'er said softly: "Lang, take Dong'er when you have time, she told me about this on purpose today."

Song Yuanxuan thought for a while, and then responded: "When we arrive at Zhili City, I will take her in, you can tell her."

Zheng Nan'er frowned and smiled, feeling Song Yuanxuan's hand caressing her stomach, stretched out her little hand, pressed his hand, and said softly, "Lang, you're still young."

"But I can feel her existence. There is always a feeling of sharing blood, which makes me realize the continuation of life." Song Yuanxuan said seriously.

Zheng Nan'er was silent for a moment, before responding: "Lang, I'm already 37 years old, much older than you, and I never expected to be pitied by you.

Originally, I thought that maybe you just had some desires for me, and you would get tired of me in a few years and just abandon me. I didn't expect that you would allow me to bear children for you.

It's just that one day I will grow old and look bad. At that time, you may not like me anymore. I am always reluctant to part with it. "

Song Yuanxuan tightened her waist, and said softly: "You told me that the women of your Zheng clan, even in their seventies, look like they are in their thirties, so you won't look old when.

And I took you as my concubine not only because of your outstanding appearance, but also because of your ability. If you don't believe me, just have a few more children in the future.

In this case, you will always have sustenance in the future, and I can no longer be ruthless to my children, so what else can you worry about? "

Zheng Nan'er turned around slowly, hugged Song Yuanxuan's neck tightly, and said emotionally: "Lang, I believe in you! These days, I feel like I am in heaven.

In the past, I never thought that there would be a man who would love me so much, so I really put Lang in my heart. There is only Lang in this life, and that is enough. "

Song Yuanxuan kissed her on the mouth, then said softly: "Go to sleep."

Zheng Nan'er responded, her eyes fell on Song Yuanxuan's face, she couldn't see clearly in the darkness, she could only see an outline, but her heart was only bright.

In the dark, Song Yuanxuan smelled the delicate fragrance of the woman, which was rich and elegant. This smell belonged exclusively to Zheng Nan'er. It was true that she hadn't bathed for a long time, and his heart suddenly became stronger.

"Lang, you want me, I can't help it..." Zheng Nan'er whispered, then turned around and leaned back tightly.

In the darkness, it seemed that there was a little more warmth, not just the warmth of the heart, Song Yuanxuan felt that the body was also warming up.

After a long time, Zheng Nan'er had already fallen asleep, and there were still two lines of tears in the corners of her eyes, which might be from pain or joy, but there was a spring-like vitality on her face, and there was even a bit of satisfaction vaguely .

When Song Yuanxuan got up, the sky was slightly bright, and he got up slowly, always feeling relaxed.

Looking down at Zheng Nan'er, he felt a sense of pride in his heart. For such a graceful and noble woman to do this for him, his heart was filled with warmth.

In the past, it was not that there were no women who served him like this, but most of the time, women were reluctant. No one could do what Zheng Naner did. It was a kind of true submission.

Walking all the way into the courtyard, Song Yuanxuan practiced the Duantian Seven Styles again.

Feng Yungu walked over from the side, watched him practice the sword, then put on a cloak for him, and said softly: "Sir, I'll have breakfast in a while."

"Are you all right?" Song Yuanxuan turned to look at her.

Her hair was combed into a woman's head, and she became his woman only two days ago, so she always felt a little uncomfortable.

Feng Yungu smiled slightly and said, "It's all right."

"Then you will warm the bed tonight." Song Yuanxuan raised his eyebrows and said.

Feng Yungu lowered his head, with a touch of rare tenderness.

(End of this chapter)