The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

A silvery-grey telepathic note shuttled out of the void and floated in front of the two of them.

"Who is it?"

Ye Xiuyan sighed helplessly: "Isn't it another reminder from Fu Xi to urge us to go back?"

"Eighty percent."

Lin Jingcheng nodded, held the transmission note to his ear, and sure enough he heard Lin Fuxi's little voice full of resentment.

"Ugh."

Ye Xiuyan sighed quietly.

It's rare to be leisurely and have someone to take care of you.

Are the good days of wanton enjoyment coming to an end?
Lin Jingcheng smiled and asked, knowingly: "Madam, do you want to go back?"

"Do not want to."

Ye Xiuyan did not hide her thoughts at all.

When I go back, I have to live in two separate places, and my husband and wife are separated.

She is pregnant and does not want to endure the pain of lovesickness.

"Then don't go back."

Lin Jingcheng doted on his wife with his strength and responded decisively, throwing the transmission note into the void.

The transmission note circled around the two of them and disappeared into the void.

Ye Xiuyan raised her eyebrows and said jokingly: "It doesn't matter if I don't go back. You don't care about the military camp. You are the commander-in-chief of the armed forces. Isn't it bad to act so wantonly?"

"Who said that this prince will abandon the military camp?"

Lin Jingcheng spoke righteously: "Wars broke out frequently in the Western Jin Dynasty, endangering the important border defense towns. I am stationed in the southwest fortress to spy on the enemy's situation as soon as possible and nip it in the bud."

"Ha ha."

Ye Xiuyan was amused and teased him with a smile: "The prince is indeed well-versed in military books and full of knowledge. He even thinks of something so different with excuses."

"Compared to Madam's intelligence."

Lin Jingcheng complimented seriously: "I'm still far from good as a husband."

"Ouch, my legs are numb, it feels so uncomfortable..."

Ye Xiuyan was about to laugh when she suddenly twisted her body uncomfortably and complained softly while tapping her sore calf.

"Stop sitting, go back to bed and lie down."

Lin Jingcheng's expression changed, and he decisively picked up his beloved wife and rushed into the house.

"It's not cool to lie in bed in broad daylight." "What are you afraid of? No one will see you."

"Maybe Cui Ya'er will come."

"Close the door and don't let her in."

"It's a neighbor's house, so why not let people in?"

"Who let her pester you all day long and disturb your rest?"

"Why are you so angry with children?"

"No one is as important as the baby right now."

"You're fine, you're right."

"..."

After a while, a young couple's whispers echoed in the bamboo house, mixed with a woman's slightly helpless complaints. After a few breaths, there was no movement.

~

"Sister Yan, sister Yan."

At dusk, Cui Ya'er ran back from the forest with a basket on her back.

Ye Xiuyan took a nap and was in good spirits. When she heard the little girl's cheerful footsteps, she couldn't help but feel relaxed.

"Sister Yan."

Cui Ya'er pushed open the fence door and ran happily to the bamboo house.

Ye Xiuyan got out of bed, opened the window, and chatted with her through the window sill.

"Sister Yan, guess what."

Cui Ya'er raised her little face, her big eyes shining with excitement: "What herbs did I dig up today?"

"What could it be?"

Ye Xiuyan raised her eyebrows slightly and pretended to think: "Ophiopogon japonicus, mugwort, cocklebur, Tianqi..."

"Hehe, neither."

Cui Ya'er has a childlike nature and can't hold back her words. Before she could finish speaking, she took off her backpack and took out a red ginseng that was about the thickness of an adult's thumb.

"Red ginseng!"

Ye Xiuyan's eyes lit up. She took the red ginseng from the little girl's hand and looked at it carefully. She couldn't help but recall the humorous and interesting scene of her adoptive parents meeting by the stream for the first time.