Inheritance policy

Chapter 295

"Mom, I don't want to get up in the morning to practice exercises and squat..."

The little radish in front of me had red eyes, tearfully grabbed the corner of the woman's clothes, and shrunk her two-toothed mouth, like an aggrieved little old lady. "Mother... my aunt's Ashu brother only wakes up to practice at dawn... Father still spanks my ass! He also calls me a little bastard! You don't care... If you don't, Aqiu will go to grandpa and aunt to complain ...Aqiu really can't live through this day..."

This little bastard was crying so hard that he couldn't do anything right.

Mrs. Uncle Famous Mrs. Luo Shi calmly brushed off the folds of the skirt that had been wrinkled by the little bastard, raised her hands, and skillfully lifted her son up, and handed her son to Mao Bai, who was standing outside the porch with a blushing face. Hu, "...Last time this kid blocked me at the second gate, and last time at the gate of the main courtyard. This time, he has made progress, and he has a way to sneak to the front of the hall...Did you teach him the art of war?"

Mao Baihu hurriedly reached out to catch it, and nodded in shame, "...Let Huang Mao hold me back first, then get in through the dog hole, throw one of his shoes in Dongkuayuan, and then Come back and run to the main courtyard... Blame me for not being optimistic about Shizi..."

"Lord Mao didn't expect that this little bastard could scare even an old world like you."

Luo Shi smiled to comfort Mao Baihu, turned around, and interacted with his son happily, "Do you think your father will slap you five times or eight times when you come back tonight?"

Aqiu Xiaolang let out a "wow", crying even more heart-piercingly.

The corner of Mao Baihu's mouth twitched, what kind of parents are these?

"okay."

Luo Shi wiped his son's face with a silk handkerchief, "Your father can't beat you today, if you can use your head to trick Mao Baihu, it's considered a progress. Just keep in mind, once the goal is wrong, the process is right Useless."

Ah Qiu stopped crying all of a sudden, looked at his own mother with teary eyes, Baozi's face puffed up, and then he hiccupped.

As soon as Mao Baihu hugged Xiao Langjun and left, the mother in charge who was dressed as a woman behind Luo Shi laughed, and whispered in Luo Shi's ear, "No wonder the old man said that you are more and more like uncle, marry a chicken and follow the chicken, the old saying That's right."

The old man is the old man Luo who has retired.

Luo Shi was stunned for a moment, and then laughed too.

Over the years, I have learned a lot from the scoundrel on him.

What did Huanyi say?

"The best couples are similar. The talkative and the taciturn will never get along together. The food and the iron cock put together are the enemies of eight lifetimes. You say I will say, you laugh and I laugh, It's a good day."

What is a good day?
A good day is, when we are together for a long time, I will become you.

Aqiu cried and said that he wanted to hand over a post to the palace to complain to his aunt, his voice was shrill, and the lingering lingering sound was miserable, Luo Shi stood in the corridor with a smile on his face, full of heart, pretending to be kind and beautiful It looks like it's about to overflow.

"You said, why was my wife willing to marry me to him at that time?"

Luo Shi asked with a smile, and the servant behind him also laughed but didn't answer, he knew in his heart that this question needed an answer.

In the dark, it has its own will.

sturdy.

These are two words that popped out from the muddled mind of Mrs. Luo Wanxun when she saw He Xingjing's first face.

So strong.

This is when He Xingjing inadvertently rolled up his sleeves and picked up the teacup to drink water, revealing a pair of big hands and strong wrists with protruding veins, turning left and right in his red-hot brain, the only ones that went back and forth were these four Character.

As for what I had for lunch, what I listened to at the opera, what Mrs. Luo whispered next to her ear...

She doesn't know all about it.

The whole person is stepping on the clouds, and the knees are soft when walking.

In the evening, the carriage was rolling forward, and when she and Aying were sitting in the carriage back to Luo Mansion, Miss Aying was happily planning the future, "...when the elder sister marries the brother of the He family, we will The family is now a family with Master Hou, and it will be justifiable for Master Hou to come to teach Ah Ying how to ride horses and shoot arrows... Oh ha ha ha ha ha!"

The seven or eight-year-old lady was so ecstatic that she laughed loudly, and her laughter muffled in the carriage, circling and circling, just circling around her ears, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to get in.

"Sister...why is your face so red like a jujube..."

Little Ah Ying came closer and asked in a low voice.

Mrs. Luo's eyes widened, but she rarely responded with embarrassment.

Is her face still red?
The eldest daughter of the Luo family of Qingliu family in Ding capital really wanted to hide her face in her sleeve.

She even disliked herself for being ashamed!

Seriously, she had never seen such a strong-looking man!
Shouldn't all men in the world be the same as her father Luo Ge?

Wearing a blue gown, he is personable and gentle. Sitting is a gentleman with his robes lifted, his knees raised, his jaw raised, and his eyebrows raised. Standing is a solemn appearance with his right foot in front of him holding his belt.

However, this man today, um, no, Xiao Langjun is different, he was born with thick eyebrows and big eyes, walks vigorously, and his waist is straight, without any literati's strength, not even the appearance of a scholar.

If Pingxi Hou Fang Qi can still have a bit of Confucian demeanor when he is silent, then this Mr. He Xiaolang can really understand at a glance that he is licking his sword to make a living on the battlefield...

It's different with her father, with her brothers, with her second uncle, with her uncle, and with the men she met in her limited boudoir time.

He drank tea from a teacup with his jaws wide open.

He wears clothes instead of long gowns, but brown coats.

He spoke in a low voice, with no cadence, and it was as flat as a line.

He walked in the corridor, as if he could block all the light from the east.

he…

He is the first "like" person she has seen in her life. It seems that a strange horse from the northwest breaks into the beautiful red makeup of the boudoir, bringing endless novelty, and extremely pale Light expectations.

When a pair of wild geese with tied wings were placed in the lobby of the Luo Mansion, their marriage was truly bound.

The Luo family is a family of poems and books, and it has flourished for five or six generations. They value etiquette and know the rules. As for the so-called "noble family" in the capital, the Luo family is really a very decent family.

Such a decent and even a bit old-fashioned family is willing to marry their daughter to him after three or four years of consideration, to such a family.

"...It is not an exaggeration to say that Lin'an Hou He's family is a dragon pool and a tiger's den. It looks like there are five people and six people on the outside, but the inside is so smelly that people dare not smell it carefully... The good Mrs. Hou died for no reason. , one aunt raised one uncle, and the father's family left them alone... But it's okay, a brother who grew up like this can endure things, and knows how to love others. He grew up in the mansion, your father might not even like him..."

After the marriage was finalized, the mother came to Xiaoyuan every day, talking a little bit, and finished talking about the He family's affairs, in a vague way. In addition, those who have a heart are not allowed to pass it on, and it will become like this. At that time, the He family was concerned about Pingxi Hou Fang Qi's reputation as collaborating with the enemy and treason. Who would have thought that Ren not only came back but also came back with illustrious military exploits. After he settled the score with you and took away all his nieces and nieces, the He family really lost their wife and lost their army.

She grew up in Fuwowo, where had she heard such a scandal.

When I was young, my mother was killed by my father...

At that time, she was in a daze, half understanding, Xingjing's low and restrained tone.

When the red hijab was lifted off by the red lacquered scale, she raised her head, and saw He Xingjing's black face covered with a layer of blush.

So cute, like a little Pekingese.

Surrounded by people, she almost chuckled, and then blurted out.

I couldn't hold back.

"You blushed, the red covered the black, and your skin looked like the dark brown of my dowry box..."

Thinking about it now, she was really dizzy from drinking at that time, and the first sentence she said to her husband who was going to live with her for the rest of her life turned out to be such a smirking and nonsensical speech.

But the man also stammered to take it.

"...It's not like this usually...I usually grow a beard...If the beard covers it, no matter how tanned it is, I can't see it..."

The man also scratched his head with a smirk, as if remembering something, and added, "Ah Wu said you can't like it, so I shaved it off. If you like me to grow a beard, I can keep it."

"Don't keep it! You look like an old man with a beard!"

The man probably also drank too much, he laughed loudly, and moved a small stool to sit with her.

On the wedding night in the bridal chamber, the two lovers were drunk and courageous, so strong that they chatted all night about their beards. At the end of the day, when it was almost dawn, they saw Bai Sipa on the bed, and then they remembered what they were here for today. of.

Fifteen days of vacation were given above, and the two of them chatted for a full fifteen days.

Whatever she asked, he would answer, never shy away from it or care about it.

She chose to forget the past that the man didn't want to mention when she was young, but the man took the initiative to talk about it calmly, "...I was still young at that time, I packed my bags and dared to ride west with Lao Jiang overnight, but The weak mother and the immature little sister were left alone in that house, and a catastrophe happened, and I regret it."

Xingjing's expression was always calm, but she understood that it was pain that taught him to grow.

In the beginning, maybe they were not in love. She had curiosity and expectations for him, but he was more about making up for her shortcomings and taking responsibility for her.

But who said that there is no love at the beginning, and there is no love after that?

Not all aged wines have that rich aroma to begin with.

Responsibility is sometimes heavier than love.

Xingjing is a general, a general who licks blood on the edge of a knife to make a living. She is used to the days of living in a boudoir mansion, reading books and listening to the wind, but she is surprised by a large group of soldiers in armor clamoring to come to her courtyard to ask her sister-in-law to cook a big pot of food for her. My eyebrows and nose are almost falling off.

In the beginning, I was able to twirl my skirts lightly, walking on tiptoes to find space among the group of sweaty men, but later on, I gradually changed into a feeling that I would feel uncomfortable when I saw soldiers chewing food with bowls in their hands. He can roll up his sleeves and roar angrily, "Don't make any noise when you eat! Don't leave scum! Do you think the girls in the inner courtyard are not tired when cleaning!"

Life in Fujian is like the wind and tide in it. Curiosity and anticipation have gradually turned into respect and pride, but taking responsibility and making up for shortcomings have gradually become a man's habit.

They lived in the barracks, and they were all men with rough voices. Even the wives around the generals were good hands who could hold needles and knives.

Her man is a one-in-a-million hero, how can she hold back?
Account management, courteous treatment of corporals, can not only save face but also hold the field, since the soft-spoken lady can't adapt to the fast and high waves in the southeast, the hot pepper who is close to ink can always compete with her hero Neck and neck?
"I like hearing you yelling at those bastards the most."

——This is the most touching love story that He Xingjing has ever said.

There was a wind blowing, and there was no sound of Aqiu crying and howling not far away. She seemed to have been standing in the corridor for a long time.

Luo Shi chuckled and walked in with her head down and her skirt lifted, making up her mind that when a man comes back today, she must tell him——

"I like the scar on your chest the most."

indelible.

Go deep into the heart.

(End of this chapter)