Gong Fujiao Daughter-in-law

Wei Ji's words were full of momentum.

Xie Zhiyun froze for a moment, then laughed.

Her laughter was soft and sweet, and it was refreshing in the cool evening breeze.

"Young master, are you so powerful?" Xie Zhiyun joked with him.

Wei Ji squeezed her hand and led her to continue walking.

"You are not Yu Hanzhao, and I am not Wei Yao. We have different identities. We will never encounter such a thing."

"The Xie family is far away in Langhuan, and has long belonged to Su Guogong's mansion. No matter how capable Sima Ling is, he is beyond his reach."

"One more thing, Wei Yao has no official or job, and he doesn't show his talents at home, so he married the Yu family last year, and it was because of him that Sima Ling dared to do it."

"Let's see if Sima Ling dares to touch Cui and Xie."

Wei Ji went into battle to kill the enemy at the age of 15, and won many outstanding achievements by following Wei Cang's side. He is a well-deserved major general.

From the day when Wei Cang settled the mansion in Yezhou, he had asked Wei Ji to establish his son, and the title of Wei Ji, the little prince, was not just a random shout from the family.

From the very beginning, Wei Cang's designated successor was Wei Ji.

No one can be shaken.

Sima Ling will not really confront Wei Shi. Up to now, he has been slapping around and using the most despicable means in an attempt to shake Wei Shi, make them waver, and make them anxious.

But these are useless.

Wei Cang's mind is too clear, he clearly plans every step in the future, unless there are some unpredictable accidents, maybe the Wei family will fall apart.

Xie Zhiyun suddenly became thoughtful.

Seeing that she was deep in thought, Wei Ji frowned slightly, looking a little uneasy and anxious.

Wei Ji sighed.

"how about you?"

His deep voice penetrated into her ears along with the evening wind, gradually bringing back her wandering mind.

"What?" Xie Zhiyun asked subconsciously.

Wei Ji led her across the courtyard gate, back to their Spring Garden.

"If you were Yu Hanzhao, what would you do?"

Xie Zhiyun thought about it seriously, and said: "If the Xie family encounters such a thing, then during the period of being controlled and detained, the entire Xie family will write history books together and publicize all the dirty things Sima Ling has done. There will be no such chapter in the history books, but his evil intentions will never be missing in the unofficial history."

Wei Ji: "..."

Sure enough, only literati can't be easily provoked.

If one fails, the reputation will be ruined, and the notoriety will spread far and wide, and the rumors will last for more than a hundred years.

The two entered the bedroom while talking. Wei Ji hadn't changed his clothes when he came back, so Xie Zhijun rushed to change his clothes at this moment. When he returned to the bedroom, he found a hidden suit on the small table of the Arhat bed. Cyan military uniform.

Xie Zhiyun had already changed into her homely dress and the ring hairpins on her head, and she was sitting at the table tending the incense burner.

The sandalwood in the bedroom gradually burned, and the quiet smell filled the tip of the nose, gradually calming Wei Ji's restless heart.

He sat on the other side and reached out to touch the military uniform on the table.

Xie Zhiyun put down the incense spoon in his hand, and looked at Wei Ji with a smile: "This is the fabric we made ourselves this year. The soldiers in the Elite Battalion used navy blue. I picked a piece of fabric at random and made a military uniform for myself. you."

"My workmanship is not good, just take a look, it's okay if you don't wear it."

When Xie Zhijun said this, although there was a smile on his face, his eyes wandered, and he didn't dare to look at Wei Ji.

Her needlework and guard halberds are known, making socks are all crooked, and making military uniforms is even more appalling.

But this year's military uniforms are made by her alone. The common people can make military uniforms for the soldiers, so she also wants to make a uniform for the guards. Whether the guards wear it or not, it is her own wish to make it.

Wei Ji looked at her flushed cheeks and touched the stiff fabric with his hands, feeling warm and happy in his heart.

Xie Zhiyun is always like this, she never speaks soft words, and is always sober and rational, but what she does occasionally has the innocence and tenderness of a girl.

Wei Ji thought wrong before, it's not that Xie Zhijun is not good at romance, it's just that her romance is too serious, which makes people always misunderstand.

For example, the crooked socks, the mosquito repellent plaster, the military book full of annotations, and this military uniform that looks barely solid.

All the piles were made by Xie Zhijun with his heart and strength.

With such care, how can you say that she is not romantic?
Not tenderness is romantic.

Really too.

Wei Ji smiled and sighed. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked every inch of the military uniform, first boasting: "This material is really good."

The material used for military uniforms should not be too soft, as it will wear out quickly, and it will not be able to play a protective role without wearing it.

Therefore, the material is relatively stiff, and it will not be so comfortable to wear on the body, but it is mosquito-proof and insect-proof, and it can also keep warm in winter.

Xie Zhijun made military uniforms worn in spring and autumn, without cotton, and the material was thick and strong, better than any previous year.

Is there anyone who is in charge of making different materials.

Wei Ji boasted first, and then saw that Xie Zhijun's ears turned red.

He chuckled softly, then unfolded his military uniform and compared it to his body.

Military uniforms are tops and trousers, and there are thick slits in them, which can be used to hang scales. Xie Zhiyun's craftsmanship is really not very good, but the clothes should be cut by Grandma Jia, and the clothes are just the right size. The halberd is indescribably neat and neat when worn on the body.

Wei Ji put on his coat directly, stood in front of Xie Zhiyun, and looked down at her.

Xie Zhiyun couldn't help looking up at him, but this time she didn't move her eyes away, and looked at him with a blushing face.

"The size is right," Xie Zhiyun murmured, "It would be better to sew the seams straighter next time."

The young lady was still summing up her experience, but the young father-in-law had already bent down and accurately caught Xie Zhiyun's soft lips.

Xie Zhiyun's voice was instantly swallowed by Wei Ji, and she let out a groan, and was immediately pulled into the blurred vortex by Wei Ji.

She stretched out her hand unconsciously and grabbed the hem of the military uniform, as if to push back, but actually pulled the guard closer.

The breath of the two people was instantly entwined, and accompanied by the unique smell of sandalwood, the entanglement gradually became warmer.

When Wei Ji finally finished the kiss, Xie Zhiyun was out of breath.

Wei Ji stretched out his hand to wipe her bright red lips lightly, and whispered into her ear with a smile: "The clothes are really strong, and then..."

"And after so long, you still haven't learned how to kiss."

Wei Ji stretched out his hand, picked her up by the waist, turned around and came to the bed.

Xie Zhijun stretched out her arms to wrap his arms around his neck, but she wasn't afraid that she would fall off.

"How do you learn without a teacher?" Xie Zhiyun looked around and said to him.

Wei Ji raised his eyebrows, bent down again, and put her on the bed.

"Isn't the teacher here?"