The general has a cute wife

Chapter 1072 Youth Chapter: Be a Good Person in Secret
After he finished speaking, he helped Mrs. Xiao get into the carriage, and went up himself, leaving Yang Xinlan who was stunned by him and left without recovering.

Mrs. Xiao leaned against him and couldn't help laughing, Xiao Quan sat upright, followed her to move around in his arms, her face of righteousness never lost.

We went to eat sweet and sour fish together, she didn't want to take a carriage, and the distance was not far away, Xiao Quan walked with her, with his sleeves down, quietly holding her fingertips.

Xiao Quan asked, "Why did Yang Xinlan come back?"

"I don't know, it's coming for you anyway."

He frowned slightly: "Did I not understand what I said back then? It was a verbal joke, but neither of the two families took it seriously. What is she serious about?"

Mrs. Xiao looked at him and said with a smile: "At that time, you were tall and straight, with delicate features and a bookish look, and you were most liked by young ladies like them who had never seen the world."

Xiao Quan looked down at her, and Mrs. Xiao immediately said: "Of course, I have seen the world before I can discover your inner self. Honesty and reliability are worth entrusting."

Only then did Xiao Quan move his eyes away, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "Slick tongue."

Suddenly a little beggar ran up in front and ran straight towards Mrs. Xiao, Xiao Quan immediately protected her in his arms, the little beggar bumped into his back with too much force, he even rushed forward two steps, steadily Holding Mrs. Xiao to prevent her from falling, the little beggar turned around and disappeared.

Xiao Quan looked around, and Yang Xinlan, who was hiding in the corner, stomped his feet regretfully and had no choice but to leave.

"Are you hurt?"

Mrs. Xiao shook her head: "Where is the little beggar?"

Xiao Quan protected her and quickened her pace: "It's intentional, let's go home first."

The first snow fell in the middle of the winter month. As soon as Mrs. Xiao got up, Xiao Jian ran in tightly wrapped up. The mink fur hat on her head was covered with fine snowflakes, and the little black fox fur padded jacket on her body also had some snowflakes. The thick-soled buckskin boots on the feet are even more snow particles that have been stepped on.

"Mom, it's snowing today and I want to play outside for a while before coming back."

Mrs. Xiao patted the snowflakes on his body and said with a smile: "You must be home before dark."

"Okay, I remember."

He took the book bag and ran out, and Mrs. Xiao brought the package, which contained several thick cotton jackets and boots.

"That child is about the same age as Jane Cong, and is about the same size. He should be able to wear it. Let someone give it to the abbot."

Zi Ran said: "Then the last time he wanted the military book, can he send it?"

Mrs. Xiao smiled and said: "He found them all, and sent them naturally. The child wants to find a future for himself. We can help. A few days ago, he said he lived in Yufu, but he has already gone back now. "

Zi Ran took the package and wanted to go out, Madam Xiao shouted again: "By the way, tell the abbot for me that I will go to the temple on the third day of the twelfth lunar month. That day is the anniversary of my mother-in-law's death. I will go and pray for blessings."

"Yes, the slave has written it down."

When the abbot gave the things to the early Ming Dynasty, Yu Linsheng and Su Puzhen were also there, and they were roasting sweet potatoes around the fire.

The abbot said: "The good man said that she doesn't understand the art of war. If you don't understand, she can't teach you."

Mingchu looked at the cotton-padded clothes and boots in the package, and his nose was a little sore: "Abbot, please thank that kind man on behalf of the disciple."

The abbot agreed and left. Yu Linsheng and Su Puzhen came around to watch.

"Wow, at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, my family didn't have any of these military books, they are still new." Yu Linsheng picked them up and smelled them: "The ink still smells good."

(End of this chapter)