Marry A Younger Husband

It's the Lantern Festival. There are lights everywhere in the villa. Xiao Mo'er's dinner is in Yangtian Pavilion. Shuilin Lang is not qualified to attend because she is a concubine. Mrs. Feng only orders the general dining room to send her a table of rich wine and vegetables.

After supper, when master Su left, little Mo'er begged with Mrs. Feng, "mother, I want to go out to see the lantern."

"Don't you have lanterns at home? Why do you have to go out to see it? "

"It's very lively outside!"

"No way." Mrs. Feng remembers that fan xiaomo'er was chased and killed in Hanshan Temple. She still has a lingering fear.

Xiao Mo'er turned to ask his ancestors: "grandma, you should answer me!"

Mrs. Feng kept the story of Xiao Mo'er being hunted to death from her ancestors, so they didn't know about it. She said to Feng Fu, "the child doesn't have to go out several times a year. Today is a rare Lantern Festival. Let him go out for a while."

Mrs. Feng said with a smile: "old ancestor, don't spoil him too much. He's a man with no music in his heart. If you're not careful, you can't tell where you're going. It's easy to find him. There's a lot of trouble."

Shu Yingchun said with a smile: "madam, it's better to let him go, otherwise he will make trouble again. If Madame is worried about him, I'll go with him, and then I'll call the South housekeeper and Xie Ge'er to take care of him and bring him back. "

In Mrs. Feng's eyes, Shu Yingchun Su is a person of duty. She follows his heart most. Now she is singing the opposite tune. Mrs. Feng only said that she didn't know what had happened before, and that she doted on little Mo'er, and didn't think about it elsewhere.

"Well, you just look at him, don't let him run around, come back early, don't play too late."

Little Mo'er was overjoyed, so he called Ding Dang and went back to Qilin hospital to report to Lin Lang.

Just after dinner, a lonely man sitting on the beauty in the cloister looks at the full moon in the sky. His thoughts are like dust floating in June. At one time, he thinks of his home in the northwest and Xiao Huang, who is suffering from inhuman pain.

"Hey Little Mo'er jumps over and drinks loudly.

Shuilinlang was startled and slapped him on the top of his head: "to death, to scare who!"

"You may scare me on weekdays, but I'm not allowed to scare you once?"

Water Lin Lang stares at him one eye, say again: "have you eaten?"

"Yes, and you!"

"Well." In the Lantern Festival, I was alone in front of a table full of food and wine. In the past, even if I was not good at home, I would not be so lonely.

"I told you some time ago that I would take you out to see the lantern. Do you remember?"

After thinking about it, shuilinlang remembered that there was such a thing, but he kept it in his heart all the time. He said with a smile, "even if you want to go out, your wife will not allow it."

"Madam should, still call sister-in-law to go together, let's go to change clothes quickly!" Xiaomo'er happily pulls shuilinlang back to the room.

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BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance, wind and flute sound move, jade pot light turn, and fish dragon dance all night.

Changmen, across from Zhuque street, has been a bustling place in Suzhou since ancient times. It's also the Lantern Festival, and the whole world celebrates together. The government has also imposed a curfew. No one will take care of it even if it's too late. There's no need to talk about such bustle.

There are a lot of people and water, holding on to Mo'er's hand tightly for fear that his small body will be scattered in the stream of people. Shu Yingchun can't help but smile: "if things are really changeable, I wanted to serve ah Yan with you, but I didn't want to let Mo'er get cheap."

Little Mo'er said seriously: "elder brother will never accept her, otherwise he will not run away from home. You are elder brother's wife. Why don't you understand him at all?"

Shuilinlang secretly pulled a small ink son, see Shu Yingchun smile desolate, and glared at a small ink son.

There was a juggling performance in front of him. Xiao Mo'er threw his hands in the water and rushed over with great interest. However, because of his small size, there was a human wall in front of him. He was allowed to jump up and down, and he could not see the panorama.

Looking at it, shuilinlang thought it funny.

Little Mo'er turned around and waved to the South pharmacist. The South pharmacist went forward and arched: "young master, what can I do for you?"

"Do you have any money with you?"

The southern pharmacist took out a stack of banknotes: "how much do you need, young master?"

Little Mo'er snatched the bank note, threw it in the air, and yelled, "Oh, God, it's so interesting. The bank note is coming down!"

When the audience, who was watching the juggling, heard the order, they ran to fight for the silver tickets. Little Mo'er pushed to the front excitedly, just wanted to watch the juggling well. However, those jugglers, seeing the silver tickets flying all over the sky, are eager to perform and join in the fight for silver tickets one after another.Xiao Mo'er yelled: "Hey, do you have any professional ethics? Give me a performance quickly. I want to see the fire breathing and sword swallowing! I'm so angry. You slaves have never seen money in your life. What's the matter? "

Shuilinlang came over and twisted his ear: "what do you think about more money?" She had only twenty taels of silver a month, and he threw out a few hundred taels of silver with a wave. He was really a black sheep.

"Oh, lady, pain, let go!"

"What part of the silver do you earn? Why do you abuse it?"

South pharmacist is also secretly distressed. Although the mountain villa is not short of the money, as a housekeeper, he has to remember every penny he gets out of his hand. Is it difficult to ask him to go back to do the account and write: Happy Lantern Festival, Mo Ge'er, sprinkle 500 liang of silver?

Shu Yingchun also saw the difficulty of Nan pharmacist and said with a smile, "when you go back to do the accounting, you should transfer the money to other places. This is your most expert thing, and I don't need to say it."

The southern pharmacist arched his hand and said with a smile, "the young lady is right."

"I'm not the one to tell you. I'm a talker."

"I understand."

At this moment, the people fighting for the silver tickets on the street have been fighting, and the scene is extremely chaotic. The swallow, with Ding Dong and six servants, escorts Shu Yingchun and Xiao Mo'er to a safe place.

Little Mo'er was very proud: "watching them fight is no less than watching a juggling. South housekeeper, do you still have money?"

Water Lin Lang a burst chestnut smashed down: "you again so mischievous, later, simply don't take me out!"

"When I'm away from home, can you give me a little face? How can I be embarrassed if I always act like this?"

"Face is earned by oneself, not by others!"

With that, a dragon dance team came noisily, singing and dancing. The gongs and drums were noisy, and the audience on both sides were in high spirits. Little Mo'er ran in the past again, and a group of little guys were waiting behind him, pushing the crowd back and forth.

Shuilinlang also followed up, and pulled xiaomo'er's hand: "watch the excitement, watch the excitement. You can't run any faster. If you don't fall down, you'll cry again."

"I promised you not to cry any more. Naturally, I won't cry any more. My little Mo'er says everything, and it's hard to recover."

Water in his head a knock: "you remember good!"

"Why hit me again?"

"I'm happy."

"I'll fight if I'm happy and if I'm not, do I owe you in my last life?" Little Mo'er is angry.

"Fight is painful, scold is..." water Lin Lang suddenly shut up, this sentence seems not to say to this little fart child, what's the matter with her?

Small Mo son a face ripple: "scold is what, you pour is to say!"

"Say a fart!"