The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 1098 The Red Clothes Is Him (Fifth Change)

There is also that rope, which is red in color, and it looks like it is made of the same material as the bag, so it is absolutely impossible to make it with Daqi's current level.

Yang Wenxiao sighed softly when he heard the words, "She said she found it from overseas mainland, do you want to set up a navy to go to sea?"

"Eh... Over the years, many seagoers have gone to sea, but very few have returned safely. The sea is vast, and it is a hundred times more dangerous than land." Emperor Yong'an said.

Yang Wenxiao laughed at himself when he heard the words, "Let's talk about it then."

He looked at Emperor Yong'an and Yang Hao, "Now that we have the definite news of the divine liquid, your hearts can be put back in your stomach. In these three months, no matter what kind of pain your body suffers, you must get through it, understand? "

"Father, don't worry, all of us will carry it through." Emperor Yong'an looked firm.

If you can't even survive this kind of pain, you will be a descendant of the royal family in vain.

His father took over the whole world, if they couldn't even bear this little pain, then they didn't deserve the surname Yang.

After the three generations of grandfather and grandson had finished chatting, and it was time to go to court, Emperor Yong'an and Yang Hao went directly to court.

Yang Wenxiao didn't feel sleepy right now, so he called the four maids who had just kept watch at night, and asked, "What do you see is a red figure?"

"If you go back to the Supreme Emperor, it's red."

When Yang Wenxiao heard this, a look of disappointment appeared on his face, his eyes were empty, and he remembered the red figure many years ago in his mind.

Does her teacher like to wear red...

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By the light of the lantern in the corridor, Tong Sanlang quickly took off the jacket on his body.

Yes, what he was wearing was exactly the big red skirt that Qiao Xiaomai and Bai Zhi wore on the day of the competition.

Pretending to be mysterious for future generations, it is natural to do all the details.

Liuli likes to wear red clothes, and he also wears red clothes.

Qiao Xiaomai sat on the edge of the bed, watched his movements, covered his mouth and couldn't help laughing, "It's so beautiful! I should take a picture of you like this!"

Tong Sanlang glanced at her helplessly, "This dress is too small."

Qiao Maimai was petite, and he wore Qiaomai's clothes, causing pain all over his body.

"Then next time I'll make you a specially fitted skirt?" Qiao Mai said.

"Come on, if you have the time, you'd better do something more useful." Tong Sanlang took off the skirt on his body, and took a long breath, "Put it away, I heard the sound of cracks just now, I'm afraid Am I the one who broke it?"

As soon as these words came out, Qiao Xiaomai couldn't help laughing again, "Then I'll find a needle and thread tomorrow."

"I don't have time to make up for it tomorrow. I think the Supreme Emperor will let us plant corn tomorrow." Tong Sanlang sat next to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"So sure?"

"Of course. I searched all over Daqi, but I can't find anyone who is better at farming than you." Tong Sanlang kissed her on the lips, and then hugged her and fell on the bed. "Go to sleep, there is business tomorrow. Woolen cloth!"

Speaking of which, it had been half a month since his body had fully recovered, but he and Qiao Mai could only kiss and hug.

The situation is special, if he still has to stay in bed for two days after finishing the work, it will be terrible.

As far as the current situation is concerned, if he wants to get close to Qiao Mai, he may have to go back to the manor.

After clicking a few times, he hugged Qiao Xiaomai and kissed him twice before falling into a deep sleep.

After sleeping for less than an hour, the rooster crowed, and it was time to get up.

The two got up to make breakfast. In order to let the Yang family drink as much spiritual spring water as possible, at least half of the cooking table in the past two days was filled with soup.

(End of this chapter)