From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 784 My Watermelon
Zhan Jing returned home angrily, threw her head on the bed as soon as she entered the door, and kept crying under the covers. To be taken back, wouldn't it be embarrassing to be with my cousin, maybe the whole Zhouzhuang would be disturbed by her, and brother Teng would be so fascinated by this shameless woman!
Zhan Jing was crying and thinking, feeling more and more unhappy.

Ah Hua, who was just about to rest after a busy day, heard a voice coming from the bedroom, and couldn't help but walk in. Seeing Zhan Jing crying with tears all over her face, she was startled, and hurried over to comfort her: "This is What's wrong? Who bullied our family quietly."

Zhan Jing heard Ah Hua's voice, and then got out of the quilt, choked up, and said: "Ah Hua, you, you have to help me."

"Okay, no matter what Jing Jing says, I will help you!"

Zhan Jing sniffed, looked at A'hua, and said, "I, I want to do a hairstyle in the capital, and I want to wear hairpins to fix it. Besides, my clothes don't look good. You can sew them on for me." The skirts and shirts that people in the capital wear, okay? Didn’t daddy find you in the outskirts of the capital? You must have been to the capital, can you help me?”

A'hua was taken aback, and couldn't help but look at the woman who was pulling her coquettishly, and couldn't help asking curiously: "Why do you want to do this all of a sudden?"

Zhan Jing bit her lips, and only then did she tell her about going to her cousin's house in the afternoon. A'hua nodded, pondered for a moment, then raised her head and smiled, "Okay, I'll sew it for you!"

Zhan Jing cheered instantly, hugged A'hua and did not let go: "Sister Hua, you are so kind, you are so kind!"

Ah Hua only smiled slightly, hugged Zhan Jing, but looked out at the dark night through the window.

"I want to dress us up quietly, and then compare everyone, everyone!"

The woman muttered to herself, looking out of the window without blinking. Zhan Jing only thought it was for herself, so she jumped up happily and handed over the fabrics she bought from the market one by one to A flower.

The woman looked down and said with a smile: "You wait, within three days, I will make it for you!"

After finishing speaking, she left with her clothes in her arms, and in the wing room where she lived, the candles were lit for the whole night.

The things in the village are nothing more than farm work and the like. Going to the market is just an adjustment during the slack season, so early the next morning, everyone went to the field with their farm tools on their backs.

The wheat in the field has turned yellow and pointed, and it won’t be long before they can be harvested. Everyone has been running into the field more frequently. Let’s take a look today and pull weeds tomorrow. In short, looking at the harvest in the field is always happy of.

While the farmers were busy in the fields, Feng Junran was still sitting in the shadow of the poplar trees in Longshang, quietly peeling the bark, and pieced together the thick branches one by one, like the most beautiful man in the capital. Like a screen made by a good craftsman with holes of various sizes and in disorder, the wood is pieced together and carefully nailed one by one.

Beside him, Ye Xiaoxiao was still picking up wood, although on the surface it seemed that the poplar forest was covered with a layer of dry grass and nothing could be seen, but the strange thing is that you can find all kinds of wood underneath if you turn over the dry grass. All kinds of wood.

And it's all thick, not a single thin one.

Although Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't distinguish many things, she couldn't help but twitched her eyes when she picked out a piece of pine wood.

Looking around, she is standing in a poplar forest, and in the distance is a forest of locust trees, and the cypress trees are extremely tall, other than that, there is no shadow of a pine tree, so where did this pine come from? of?
Ye Xiaoxiao looked up subconsciously, and Dong Luo, who was so frightened that the cat was on the tree, quickly hid himself, not daring to breathe.

Looking around, she didn't see anything unusual, so Ye Xiaoxiao had no choice but to pick up the wood, and carefully placed it beside the man.

Feng Junran looked up at her, Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't help but smile, the man took advantage of the situation and pulled the little man over, took her little hand, and slowly put a pair of gloves on her.

It is said to be gloves, but it is just the leather sheath worn by the Huns in winter, with five fingers separated and tied with a rope at the bottom, so that you don't have to worry about falling off, and you don't have to worry about your fingers getting red.

Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't help but looked down at the gloves with a look of surprise, and then looked at the people around her. The bronze mask covered his face and his facial features, but she felt that she could still feel it. The passion of the red fruit brought out by the eyes under this mask.

So she blushed slightly, then lowered her head silently, and continued to look for wood.

Feng Junran glanced at it, then slowly withdrew his gaze, and subconsciously rubbed his fingers, as if they were still stained with the faint fragrance of the little girl's fingertips.

On the treetop, Dong Luo sat cross-legged on the branch, looked down, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh after a long time.

Empress Dowager, when will you recover your memory?
When we were struggling, the days passed day by day, the wheat in the field shook, and the villagers helped each other harvest, and then beat out the wheat and piled it in the field to dry, and the straw stacks were piled up in the open space, one after another , like a golden big white steamed bun.

Ye Xiaoxiao swayed her legs and sat on the shelf that Feng Junran had built. So far, only two shelves have been built, but because they are made firmly, even if they climb on the shelf, they will not collapse. And when the sun sets on the west mountain, the shadow of the poplar grove moves over, casting a piece of shade, making this place the most pleasant place to enjoy the cool air.

Zhan Hong was holding a tray with watermelon in it, sandy and red, with dark watermelon seeds, which could be seen from the book as ripe.

Feng Junran was still rattling to reinforce the shelf. The man's body was tight and strong. He was neither tanned like the people in the countryside, nor as thin and tender as the noble sons in the city. It shows a kind of tension and strength that is full of bowstrings.

It's a bit similar to daddy's aura, except that daddy has the aura of a quasi-soldier, while this man tends to have the aura of a high-ranking emperor.

Ye Xiaoxiao took a bite of the watermelon, and her mouth was full of sweet water. Just when the man turned his head and looked over, the little man was taken aback, and subconsciously moved towards the watermelon.

"Eat something to quench your thirst."

Feng Junran looked down at the bitten watermelon, and looked up at Ye Xiaoxiao. Seeing the little man's sincere expression and deep peach eyes, he didn't even think about it. He lowered his head at the place where the little man had bitten, bit Take a big gulp.

The plump juice overflowed, slid along the corners of her mouth to her neck, and finally sank into her chest. Ye Xiaoxiao blushed inexplicably just looking at it like this. She touched it subconsciously, and took out a handkerchief from her body. He wiped it carefully, but he didn't expect the man to turn his head, let her wipe it clean, then lowered his head and took another bite of the watermelon, missing the sweetest bites on it, Ye Xiaoxiao's face instantly turned bitter.

my watermelon...

(End of this chapter)