People are in Naruto, mother is a time traveler

Xiangling and Xianglin stretched out their hands to cover Ping Yuanjing's back, offering chakra.

After a while, the space shortcut from the Daming Mansion to the Lingjing Mansion was completed.A circular black hole with a diameter of two meters appeared directly above the imprint of the pupil technique.

Later, Ping Yuanjing set up a spherical sealing barrier for the entire mansion to resist prying and intrusion from the outside world.

Ping Shengyue jumped into the black hole, and called several wives over from the Daming Mansion, but did not dare to call her daughter, for fear that the dust in the air would choke the baby.

Songping Tachibana came over to take a look, and realized that it was necessary to clean up. He immediately smiled and said, "Let's leave these things to the maids. Let's go back to Daming Mansion to rest for a while."

"Alright."

Ping Shengyue raised her eyebrows slightly, nodded, and immediately ordered: "Let those maids who are not my wife come and clean."

"Ah."

Matsudaira Tachibana nodded in response.This kind of detail, even if her husband didn't remind her, she would pay attention to it.

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Two hours later, after hundreds of maids worked diligently to clean the entire mansion, it looked brand new.Dust, cobwebs, fallen leaves, and even all the filth are swept away.Immediately the perception improved a lot.

Ping Shengyue hugged her clingy eldest daughter, walked in the yard, and pinched her pink cheeks.

"Xiaoyu Ye, this is the place where grandma lived when she was a child, and now we live here too. Are you happy?"

"happy!"

Ping Yuye saw her father after a few months, very happy, very happy, excitedly waving her little pink fist.

Not far away, Meiqin stood on the courtyard wall, looking at the street, full of feelings.After many years, I returned to Konoha and the clan land again, feeling like a dream.It's a pity that it is full of emptiness and silence, only the home under the feet is full of vitality.I am afraid I will never see the bustling scene in the clan ground again.

"Would you like to go back to your former home later, Aunt Meiqin?" Ping Shengyue asked with a smile.

"..."

Meiqin thought for a while, then shook her head.

"Let's talk about it after a while. Now go home, feel the scene, and feel sad."

Chapter 187 Who Doesn't Have a Mother Anymore?

Rin Uchiha's house was not so big at first.The current Wujin house was requested by Ping Yuanjing when she was more than ten years old.

As a time traveler, Ping Yuanjing's thinking is very simple - the bigger the house, the better!

Uchiha Rin is just her daughter, so naturally everything is up to her.

The mother provided the money, the daughter provided the blueprints, and after a lot of construction, there was this luxurious mansion under the feet of everyone.

The corridor turns a hundred times, and there are many rooms.

After cleaning up, the first thing is to visit.

There is nothing to pay attention to at home, so Rin Uchiha let everyone do it.

In fact, there is nothing to visit.

After all, apart from the rooms of Rin Uchiha and Jing Yuanjing, and some necessary functional places, the house is basically vacant.

On the ground floor of the courtyard, there is a beautifully decorated bathing pool, which is not inferior to the underground hall of the Daming Mansion.But it's not very interesting to walk around in clothes.

Therefore, after visiting the residences, everyone began to choose rooms as their future residences.

Different from Yunyin's flat houses, the houses in this house are either clustered together or scattered in twos and threes, and are not arranged in a circular arrangement or built into high-rise buildings.That style was specially designed by Ping Yuanjing for his son to open up the harem.And she, 30 or [-] years ago, didn't know that she would have a son, so naturally she wouldn't make such arrangements at home.

In this way, choosing a room has become a thing worth thinking about for most people.

Yukito, Mikoto, and Matsudaira Tachibana, as wives, definitely hope to live closer to Pingshengyue.

Xianglin and Ziyuan secretly hope that they can live next to Pingshengyue.

Matsudaira, Xiangling, and Maitreya, as mothers, naturally want to live closer to their daughters.

Only Samuel didn't care much, and chose a room with beautiful scenery and quiet environment early.

In short, the core of the women's determination of the address lies in the choice of the head of the family.

Without hesitation, Pingshengyue chose the room closest to where her mother and grandmother lived.

It's still a little far off, though.

After all, when Ping Yuanjing was originally designed, he only considered living with his mother, so the other rooms in the courtyard where the mother and daughter are located are all highly functional and designed to facilitate daily life.

Ping Shengyue had no choice but to choose the adjacent courtyard, separated by two corridors and a courtyard wall from the two close relatives.

After he decided on the location, all the girls prepared to choose a room.

However, the problem came again.

The courtyard where Ping Shengyue lives and the courtyard where Ping Yuanjing lives are designed symmetrically, and there are only two rooms for people to live in.

Pingshengyue took up one room, and there was only one room left.

Who will occupy the room closest to the head of the household?

After some refusals and humility, Pingshengyue's nominal first wife, Meiqin, moved in with her daughter in her arms.

Afterwards, the girls successively selected their residences in the adjacent courtyards.Pingshengyue also chose a room for Mabuyi, who works far away in Yunyin.

After obtaining the consent of Uchiha Rin, Hiragen Joy, and Pingshengyue, Matsudaira Tachibana ordered Kudo Lixiang to inform those maids who had served Pingshengyue to come to the house to choose a room.

If there is something missing, move it directly from Daming Mansion.

After a busy afternoon of going back and forth, the originally lifeless house finally became full of vitality, full of laughter and fragrance.

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After dinner, Ping Shengyue hugged her eldest daughter for a walk for a while, and played with her younger daughter for a while while Song Pingju was breastfeeding.

Later, Matsudaira, who was still on the side, couldn't stand it anymore, and pushed him out of the room half-asked and half-off.Otherwise, if the father and daughter are allowed to laugh and laugh all the time, Xiao Song Pingyue will definitely choke.

Ping Shengyue had no choice but to go to Meiqin's room again, but the eldest daughter was also breastfeeding, so she had no time to pay attention to him.

Bingshengyue was helpless, but after thinking about it, daughters have mothers, but it's not like I am a father without a mother!

What's so great about drinking milk?Dad drank it when he was a child.

Moreover, Xiaoyuye, Xiaoyueer, father is much better than you, and now he can do his filial piety in reverse!

With this in mind, Pingshengyue took two bottles of her mother's favorite yogurt and went to her mother's room.

I've been busy in the afternoon, so I didn't have time to visit my mother's childhood home, so now I just have a chance to take a peek!

Turn around the long corridor, step over several courtyard walls, and greet the maids friendly along the way.

Ping Shengyue walked slowly to the courtyard where her mother was.

The light strips on the courtyard wall emit soft white light, making the whole courtyard as bright as day.

Looking around, in a row of pure white shoji gates, there are two bright red shoji gates in the center, which are very eye-catching.

Right above the red door is a wooden hollow frame in the shape of a three-hook jade wheel eye.

Right above the wooden frame, there are two wooden plaques, engraved with "Rin" and "Jing".The gold paint is bright, obviously newly painted in the afternoon.

Ping Shengyue walked to the "Jing" door, rang the doorbell, and waited for the door to open.

The evening breeze was cool, and the four maids in purple skirts stood respectfully in the corridor, except for greeting Ping Shengyue, they didn't say a word.The soft light shines through the entire surface of the corridor, and on the maid's dress and the blue floor tiles, simple flower shapes are drawn, which is beautiful and elegant.

A moment later, the shoji door was pulled open.Ping Yuanjing stood behind the door, with long hair draped over his shoulders, wearing pure white silk pajamas, and wearing cotton mops.

"Mom, are you already asleep?"

Ping Yuanjing shook his head with a smile, "Washed up and went to bed, want to sleep but haven't fallen asleep yet."

"Have you lost sleep?"

"It's about the same. It's inevitable that I will be a little excited when I go back to my hometown."

"Then it seems that I came at the right time and didn't disturb my mother's rest." Ping Shengyue smiled.

"En." Ping Yuanjing nodded slightly, "It's so late, what are you doing here with mom?"

"I brought yogurt to honor my mother!"

"You!"

With a smile in his eyes, Ping Yuanjing nodded his son's nose with a little pampering, and then welcomed his son into the house.

As soon as Ping Shengyue entered the door, he saw the viewing platform directly opposite the door. A large piece of red and white jade was inlaid, and Uchiha's family emblem was carved on it.On the wooden table in front of the stage, there is a knife rest horizontally.

The shelves are empty.

If Pingshengyue realized something, she channeled the three-day moon Zongjin, put it on the shelf with the knife and sheath, and it fit perfectly.

"Now, this knife has also returned to its hometown." Ping Shengyue said with a smile.

Ping Yuanjing smiled, took his son's hand, and walked around the viewing platform.

The space behind the stage is quite empty.

There are only a tatami mat, wooden wardrobes embedded in the wall on both sides, and a wooden door. Behind the door should be a bathroom or something.

"Mom, your room when you were a child was too simple!"

Ping Shengyue was greatly surprised, wandered around, and found nothing but a floor-to-ceiling mirror embedded in the back of the viewing platform.

Ping Yuanjing leaned against the side of the viewing platform, pursed his lips and smiled.

"It's just an appearance."

Chapter 188 Mom's Room

"Appearance?"

Ping Shengyue was taken aback for a moment, as if she had realized something, she realized that there was something hidden in this room.

Immediately, he walked around the room, inspecting it carefully, trying to find out the hidden mechanism and see the truth of the room.

Unfortunately, nothing was found.

After a quarter of an hour, Ping Shengyue reluctantly gave up and looked at her mother.

Ping Yuanjing was sitting on the tatami with a slight smile on his face.

Bingshengyue's eyes flickered slightly, walked to her side, and tentatively pressed the light yellow tatami.

"Mom, is it possible that the mechanism was blocked by you?"

"Hey, try it."

Ping Yuanjing pursed his lips, moved his hips, and gave way to the position.

Ping Shengyue pressed the button, but there was no movement, so he couldn't help but sighed.

"Mom, show me the true face of your room!"

"No hurry." Ping Yuanjing smiled and stroked his son's face, "Mom will finish drinking the yogurt first, and then I will show you the real room."

"Why not go to the real room first?"

Ping Shengyue was very puzzled.

"It's empty here, and the color is cold, not warm at all, it will affect your appetite."

"Do you know what appetite is?" Ping Yuanjing smiled slightly, and slowly wiped her rosy lips with crystal fingertips.

"Uh..." Ping Shengyue was stunned, "Desire to eat?"

"That's right, appetite is the desire to eat, and the key lies in this desire! As long as you want to eat in your heart, it's enough. Do you have to be strict about the environment where you eat?"

"However, the environment is not good enough, which will affect the wonderful experience of eating. In that case, no matter how delicious the food is, it will be greatly reduced. Can people still eat in the toilet?"

"Huh? You compare Mommy's room to a toilet?"

Ping Yuanjing raised his eyebrows, and his tone was reproachful.

Ping Shengyue froze, begging for mercy: "A metaphor! It's just a metaphor, an exaggerated metaphor!"

Ping Yuanjing did not lightly reveal the matter, but lightly tugged at his son's ears.