The ugly wife of peasant family

Four years later, August 14.

It will be dark, near the moment when the gate is closed, more than ten people ride into the capital.

The leader is Qi'er. The 13-year-old boy is tall and straight. He has a delicate face. Even after thousands of miles, he doesn't have any tired face.

Tomorrow is fengwuyou's third birthday. He gives up everything and comes back quickly.

After entering the gate, there were more pedestrians on the road, and he slowed down slightly. Behind him, there were ten guards, all of them with their backs on their backs and their eyes shining.

From time to time there are passers-by to see, was surprised to Qi'er's face, for a long time can not return to God.

Qi'er had been used to it for a long time, and she went back to the prince's house all the way.

Fubo's waist was bent, but his spirit was better. He led several servants to wait at the door. When he saw Qi'er coming, he got off the horse and immediately went forward with a smile, "young master, you can come back. When the princess talked with the prince, she didn't know how to be heard by the eldest lady. She knew that you were coming back. She had been waiting until now from the morning."

Qi'er threw the reins to the guard and quickened her pace. Before she reached the gate of the main courtyard for 20 years, a little girl who was carved with powder and jade ran out of it and rushed towards his arms. Her delicate voice echoed in his ear, "brother."

Qi Er bent down, in her arms into the moment, will hold her up, and the girl has some similar eyes bent into a bright moon.

The girl pouts her lips and complains in a delicate voice, "brother, how did you come back? I miss you so much. I miss you so much."

Qi'er's voice is very soft. "It's my brother's fault, so this time my brother brought a lot of gifts to Wuyou."

"Really?"

Feng Wuyou turned around and looked back. He saw that Fubo was smiling behind him and waved his hand to him. "Fubo, brother is back. You can have dinner. Wuyou is so hungry."

The folds on fauber's smiling face were all piled together. "Miss, wait a moment, I'll let them have dinner."

"My brother likes to eat braised pork, Sixi meatballs, smoked duck and pickled elbow..."

Feng Wuyou said a lot of dish names. Fubo knew that these were all her favorite dishes.

But he didn't tear it down. Instead, he replied with a smile, "these old slaves have been ready for a long time. The young lady will accompany the young master to the dining room and wait. I'll let them take them up."

"Fubo, you call yourself an old slave. I'm going to tell my father and my wife that you don't listen to them."

"Ouch..."

Fubo raised his hand and patted his forehead. "I'm really old. I'll remember next time. Would you like to stop complaining, miss?"

"Do you really remember?"

Fubo nodded seriously, his smile could not hide.

The eldest lady followed the kindness of the prince and the princess. Since she was sensible, she didn't treat him as a slave. "Fubo really remembered."

"Well, I won't tell them. But no more

"Good."

Phoebe answered with a smile.

Feng Wuyou then craned his neck and looked back. Seeing that the guard behind was carrying a box, he was happy. "Fu Bo, you asked them to put the box in my yard."

Fauber answered with a smile.

Last year, the first lady was arranged in a yard alone. She didn't cry or make any noise, but the princess and the prince didn't adapt for a long time.

Xia Xi is waiting at the door of the house. Qi'er walks into the hospital with Feng Wuyou in her arms.

Looking at her slightly protruding stomach, the footstep pauses, "Niang, I'm back."

Since Wuyou was born, Kiel has come back every year.

Seeing him grow up from a child to a young man, Xia Xi sighs how time flies. In the twinkling of an eye, she has been in this strange world for many years.

He waved with a smile, "come back day and night again? Go ahead and have a rest. "

"Thank you, mother."

Qi'er holds the wind carefree in one hand and opens the door curtain in the other hand. After Xia Xi goes in, he goes in with her.

The house is the same as it used to be, and the things in it have not changed much.

"Your father has gone to the army, and it's almost time to come back."

They live in Pingyang County for half a year and in the capital for half a year. Fengwuyou's birthday is a year in Pingyang County and a year in the capital.

Xia Xi poured the tea and saw that the wind was still in Qi'er's arms. She called her, "worry about your son, let your brother have a good rest."

"I'm not tired."

Qi son instead hugged worry free, looking at Xia Xi tiny convex belly, "Niang... A few months."

"Five months, next spring."

"Father, has he recovered?"

When he was born carefree, Fengche insisted on following him into the delivery room. As a result, Xia Xi was ok, but he couldn't stand it. He swore that he would never have children again.

Thinking of the scene at that time, Xia Xi couldn't help laughing, "I told him that no matter men or women, we should have another one, so as to be a companion for you."

In Qi'er's eyes, there's something that glides quickly and disappears quickly.

"You want a sister."

The wind is carefree, the children's voice is childlike.

Xia Xi and Qi Er are both amused.

Qi Er bowed her head and helped her forget one of her drooping hair. She asked with a smile, "why?"

"I like my sister."

She has many brothers and no elder sister. She wants to have a elder sister.

Xia Xi teases her, "what if she's a sister?"

Feng Wuyou frowned and thought seriously for a while, "sister is OK. I can share half of the good things that my brother gave her."

"Kiel! No worries

Huzi's voice came. Before waiting for a response, he had opened the curtain and came in with two strings of bright candied gourds in his hand.

As soon as the beautiful big eyes of Feng Wuyou shine, he immediately shouts sweetly, "little uncle."

Huzi laughed and came over and handed her one of the strings carefully. "I bought them on my way back. There are only two strings left."

Then he handed another string to Qi'er, "Qi'er, here you are."

"Thank you, uncle. I won't eat it. Uncle, eat it."

"You eat."

The tiger handed the sugar gourd forward and licked his lower lip.

After lunch, he went to the mansion of marquis Bo of Yuan Dynasty. He only came back from playing until just now. On the way, he saw a sugar gourd seller. He wanted to buy more strings, but there were only two left.

Qi'er lowered her head and bit one, and the rest pushed back to the tiger. "It's too sweet. I'll take one."

Huzi had been greedy for a long time. No longer polite, he raised the remaining sugar gourd in front of him, bit off a big one, chewed it in his mouth, and asked, "Qi'er, how many days are you staying this time?"

"Three days."

Huzi was surprised. "So short?"

"My father is ill. He wants me to take charge of the government as soon as possible."

Hu Zi's little heart ached him for a while, "you are so pitiful."

Qi'er laughed, "or, uncle, go back with me. You haven't been to Fanguo for a long time, but there are many new cakes in the palace."

"Really? Then I'll go