Farming Little Hot Wife: dumb husband spoils nonstop

Ducao swaggered into the prime minister's house and went back to his small yard. Then he saw that although it was evening, the lights were still bright.

Ji Shumo was standing at the door, holding his negative hand, obviously waiting for Du Cao to come.

Such a scene is too warm, so that there is an indescribable sense of belonging and security.

"Brother Mo!" Du Cao chuckles, opens his hands and rushes towards Ji Shumo.

Ji Lyric ink is also open arms, hugged Du grass: "how to come back?"

"There's a delay. I'm hungry." Du Cao put his arm around Ji's neck and said something to Wei qubaba.

Ji's hand wandered back and forth on Du Cao's waist, very restless: "I'm hungry, too."

They two said hungry, absolutely not the same meaning!

Du grass looked at Ji Lyric ink this color squint appearance, smile, stand on tiptoe, the first to kiss down.

Beautiful to eat, Ji Lyric ink is also very delicious.

South Yang returned to Princess mansion and found that huangfulong had not gone to bed. He went forward and rubbed huangfulong's hair gently: "it's so late. Why don't you go to bed?"

"How did you come back?" Huangfulong was stunned for a moment, looking at Yang in the south.

South Yang chuckled: "madam, let me go again tomorrow morning. It's better to be noisy and everyone knows it!"

Huangfulong nodded: "this little girl, there are so many ghost ideas. Do you have pain in your knee? I've got ointment for you

With that, huangfulong reached out to lift Nanbian Yang's trousers.

Although it's husband and wife, Nanbian Yang is still shy. He blushes and holds huangfulong's hand: "it's OK. He just kneels for a while. It's nothing."

As a proton, kneeling for a while is a grievance?

When I was in another hospital before, that was grievance.

Huangfulong looked at the red face of Yang in the south. He was amused: "we are husband and wife. Why are you so outspoken?"

South Yang red face, holding huangfulong's hand: "I don't know."

palace.

Huangfuyue sat in Zhaoyang palace and drank tea all night.

He looked at Huang Fu Yue's annoyed appearance and frowned slightly: "emperor, it's so late, don't drink tea?"

Huang Fu Yue sighed: "I am very upset."

"I don't know what happened in the former dynasty, but the emperor should be careful of his body." Ingenuity stepped forward and gave a gentle smile.

Huangfu month sighed: "cypress died, sister-in-law sad, you have time, more accompany her."

"During the day, my concubine and the queen have been invited, but Xiaocao doesn't want to enter the palace, just to avoid suspicion?" How can the ingenuity and cleverness not understand the mind of Du Cao?

avoid arousing suspicion?

Huang Fu Yue frowned: "is she afraid that I will attack her?"

"Not really." With a smile of ingenuity: "Xiaocao has always been so cautious. She should be arrogant when she should be arrogant and low-key when she should be low-key. The emperor will know when he has known her for a long time."

Huang Fu Yue frowned: "have you known her for a long time?"

"Five years." "Five years ago, she was so amazing that she did not make any noise in the capital. Five years later, the capital is no longer her battlefield. Her heart is in the world. She wants to subjugate the southern Xinjiang."

Huangfuyue was surprised to hear this and looked at the ingenuity incredulously: "what do you say? What does she want? "

"Nanjiang killed her brother, who grew up dependent on each other from childhood, so she is doomed to die. What Xiaocao wants to do can always be done. Emperor, I can't manage this." Ingenuity sighed, helplessly looking at Huangfu month.

Is he a brother who has been dependent on each other since childhood?

Huangfuyue looked at the ingenuity, and frowned: "in this way, the world will be in chaos!"

"Xiaocao doesn't like to kill, so she will have her own way." The ingenuity took a deep breath and gave a gentle smile.

Is that so?

Huang Fu Yue really didn't understand why she trusted Du Cao so much?

The prime minister's office.

Du Cao sat in front of the window, silently looking at the night outside, as if it was her life, a piece of dark, nothing to see.

Looking at Du grass like this, Ji Lyric ink a burst of heartache: "grass, the weather is going to be cold, let's go to Jiangnan for a walk? Didn't you like Hangzhou snacks very much before? "Du Cao turned to look at Ji: "I don't want to go to Hangzhou, I want to go to ningzhou."

Ningzhou?

Ji Lyric Mo some don't understand, frowned at Du grass: "how suddenly remember to go to ningzhou city?"

"I just want to go back." Du grass hands holding gills, light said a word.

Ji didn't know why ducao wanted to go back to ningzhou City, but he still gently laughed: "OK, I'll go to ningzhou city. I want to go back too. At this time, the Begonia fruit in ningzhou city should be red."

"I want to go tomorrow," she said with a smile

"Good."

Ji Shumo hugged Du Cao from behind, and his voice was soft: "Xiao Cao, whatever you want, just don't be depressed, OK?"

Du Cao looked at Ji's cautious appearance and frowned slightly. Then he said in a low voice, "I just feel sad. I've never felt this kind of feeling, this kind of deep powerlessness. I've never felt it."

"If the cypress is alive in the sky, he doesn't want you to be like this. He always loves you very much. You have to be good, or he will die in vain, you know?"

Ji Shumo holds the duckweed tightly. He knows that the friendship between duckweed and cypress is not comparable to that between men and women.

When duckweed was a child, she had a hard life. Cypress was her only warmth and light when she was young.

Two people depend on each other until now, but the cypress suddenly died, or died for her. How can it not hurt?

Think of here, Ji Lyric ink is also a loss.

If only he was the one who had been with her since childhood.

In that way, she might not work so hard.

Du grass sighed and gently laughed: "yes, you said yes, my life is too heavy, so I have to live well to deserve those who died for me!"

"Xiao Mo, I'm tired. Let's go to sleep."

Du Cao took Ji's hand and went to bed together.

Although he hugged each other tightly, Ji could still feel how cool the heart of Du Cao was.

Du grass so nest in Ji Lyric ink's eyes, eyes a little sour.

The next morning, ducao got up early, packed up his things, went to Tianlao, picked up purple clothes, and walked towards ningzhou city.

After seeing purple clothes, Ji Lyric Mo finally realized that Du Cao didn't simply want to go to ningzhou city to have a look, just wanted to go to ningzhou city to have a good end.