Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

Inevitably caused unnecessary confusion, Ling Jingxuan when they went back, they went to the side gate of the palace, and after they took them to the courtyard behind the main courtyard, Ling Jingxuan followed Yan Ruirui went to the main hall together. This time, Xue Wuyang’s enchanting did not follow, and Yan Ruirui Ling Jingxuan both expressed surprise, but there was no indication.

"Hey, where have you been? Someone just sent this."

When I saw the two people appear, the little buns grabbed the red post that was put on the table and rushed over. It was a little higher than last year. It’s almost a little on the waist of Ling Jingxuan, but the little hand can’t hold it. His waist is gone.

“Invitation?” After taking the red post and looking at it, I threw it to Yan Ruirui. Ling Jingxuan took the child and walked over: “Don’t hide?”

A glance at the empty space, Ling Jingxuan can not help but look at the eyes, the Secretary is very embarrassed, some embarrassed: "Who said that I hid? I do not want to take care of him."

Yes, that's it. Who cares for the big radish? "Please don't lower our IQ."

Have seen the proud, who has seen such a far-fetched arrogant? Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly. When he sat down, he looked at Yan Shangqing, who was close to Ling Wen. "Is there any comfort in Xiao Shangqing today? Does the soup need Ling Shu to change it into a pill?"

The effect of the pill is definitely not as good as the soup. This is the main reason why he did not directly make the pill at first, but if the child can't stand it, then there is no way.

"Can you take half a pill and half a soup?"

Looking back and forth at the crowd, Yan Shangqing asked pitifully, the medicine was too bitter, but the father always said that the medicine was bitter, so he would endure, but in his own heart, he still wanted to take pills.

"Of course, yes, or else, I will help you make some pills later. You will take the pills in the morning, drink the soup at noon, wait for your illness to be better, you can go out, and the pills can be carried with you."

After all, it is still a child, and then strong and can not resist the temptation of pills, compared to the smelly and bitter soup, the pills made of honey do not know how many times delicious.

"Well, thank you Ling Shu."

Yan Shangqing nodded happily, and the little buns next to him suddenly inserted into them, and asked him to sullenly sullenly ask: "Hey, Yan Ge is still not swearing? Isn't it good to come today?"

From the beginning of the morning, he waited. I didn't expect to see anyone in the afternoon. I didn't feel too much about the little buns.

"You have a stinky boy who has no daughter-in-law."

Ling Jingxuan didn't poke his head very well. The little bun was cheeky and thief laughed twice. He held his sweet head and said: "Whoever said, Xiaowu likes to be jealous. People haven't seen Yange for a long time. Well."

"Just your mouth is sweet, you got it. There was something happening in the palace. Xiaoqi may not be able to come today. Minger let your father lead him directly back after the morning, so don't you?"

He was defeated to him. Ling Jingxuan took over from the hands of Long Zhang’s hand and took a small sleepy slumber. He looked at him with a small face that was only three months old, and he couldn’t help but feel helpless and satisfied. Different emotions: "Small scum, if you sleep like this again, you will have to be a real meat corpse in the future."

After two or three months, the baby's sleep will gradually decrease. Every day, there will be an hour or two to open the eyes and play, but their family's meat dumplings, he seems to have never seen him open his eyes for more than five minutes. If it is not certain that the child's body is not sick, he can't help but wonder if he has a problem, or is his family's small group simply lazy? I am too lazy to even open my eyes?

"Isn't that a small baby like this? Jing Xuan, your little corps is so cute and chubby, I want to take it back as my son."

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Goat's milk has never been so good.

"Well, you can do it, I think it is good to have a son drinking goat milk. You see, the body is much longer, white and tender and cute."

After picking up the children, Yan Yurui showed a smile of spoiledness. I don’t know why Xiaowen Xiaowu always insisted on practicing Wushu. Their heads are pumping up, and people are also spirited. But the meat buns that the wife-in-law said are always there. The distance of the paragraph, but the small group of their family is not the same, only three months, it is already a white and tender meat buns.

It seems that Yan Ruirui seems to have forgotten that when he was born, he also suspected that his parents were ugly.

"The meat is all he can sleep with."

If you can, he really doesn't want to vomit his son, can he? ?

"Hey, you bully the small corps, the small corps is not noisy and noisy, and you are not allowed to dislike him."

Ling Wen Meng’s squatting among them, his big round eyes glaring at his old man, and the small corps like to sleep. The children who want to be so embarrassed by others have not been jealous!

"If you get it, you don't have to follow up. Can't I admit defeat?"

Ling Jingxuan’s brain was black, and he noticed that the little buns next to him would join the ranks of crusade. He quickly surrendered the white flag and he could not fight with their father and son. Since he had a small group, he seriously felt that he was not the favorite of the buns.

"It should be like this."

The big bun muttered a few words, and turned back and took the younger brother’s chubby little hand and gently said: “Small dumplings, let’s ignore it!”

He counted the son to give him a complete disappointment, Ling Jingxuan helpless, simply turned and recruited Zhu Guanwu: "Where is the milk lady generally more reliable?"

Like their royal family, should there be a special place to find a milkmaid? As far as he knows, the ancient Guifu people do not seem to be breastfeeding their own children. The demand for the milkmaid seems to have been very large.

"When you return to Wang Hao, the royal family usually asks the pregnant woman to submit the application when the child is about to give birth. When the child is born, the milk house will send three to five milk-raising mothers to choose from the main house, or they can all stay, but the normal situation There are two people left, one person is responsible for the daytime, and one person is responsible for the night. If Wang Hao wants it, the slaves will let people go to the Milk Village to submit their applications, and ask them to send a few nurses as soon as possible."

The Milk House, as the name suggests, is the place to cultivate the milkmaid. The milkmaid here is basically for the royal family and the nobility. The quality is much better than that of the outside. However, it is easy to recruit what is fine.

"Well, then let's arrange it. It's best to send a few more. You will say that our family is picking up the king's mouth. Benedict is going to let the little kings choose one by one."

Anyway, their family has the privilege, no need to use it.

"Yes"

Zhu Guan is also a good person, will you not understand what he means? After Wang Hao came, the Wangfu did not change on the surface. In fact, the outer court was basically arrested by him. Even if he didn’t pass it, he could only go in and out of the hall, not to mention feeding the young king. The milkmaid, I am afraid I have to go through some harsh selection.

"Who sent the invitation?"

The corner of the eye was inadvertently swept to the red invitation that was severely discarded by Yan Ruirui on the table. Ling Jingxuan took it over and it was strange. The self-righteous big family in Beijing is not afraid of him. He will send someone. Sending invitations? They are not afraid of him and the palace feast, and make a pass in their house?

"The Xiao family sent them, their movements were quite fast. I only refuted the face of the emperor in the early morning. In the afternoon, their invitations arrived. It seems that there is no secret in the palace."

Yan Yurui, who teased the child, grinned and didn't look at the post. Ling Jingxuan, who opened the post, couldn't help but sneer. The content above is very simple. In order to apologize to him, Mrs. Xiao specially invited him and the children to pass the house. As a guest, the above is also specially noted. The princess and the ladies of several prominent families will arrive, hoping that he must show his face.

"I really have a little doubt about how Xiaojia has grown up. If there is a limit to taking people as fools, I will not go to this invitation.

Ling Jingxuan casually threw the invitation into the homemade trash can. Perhaps Mrs. Xiao’s wife specifically pointed out that the princess and the ladies would go to increase the chips, but did she forget that he was a man? What does a man take with his children to entertain the women in the backyard? If she does not have any ulterior motives, she may not be able to seduce him.

"Old Zhu, after the Xiao family and things are all blocked outside the house."

Upon seeing it, Yan Ruirui directly sealed Xiao’s road. What kind of cats and dogs would dare to invite his wife and children, and not to see if their weight is enough.

"Let's find a time to visit Weiyuan Houfu. I want to go to Ye General's House. Lingye and the two are also in-laws. Jingpeng and Yi Niang are not there. Jinghan is still thinking about reading, I am reading. This is how the big brother should say how to entertain."

I don't want to entangle the Xiao family anymore. Ling Jingxuan took the pastry on the table and threw it into his mouth. He went to Tianzhu and walked a bit. He was really hungry.

"Well, next month is the mother-in-law's birthday. When it is time, we should have a big feast. Let's take the children together. You can arrange it yourself. When you go out, bring two more people. The kittens and puppies let them send them. It’s done, don’t bother to do it yourself.” Nodded, Yan Ruirui handed the child to the next Zhang’s, and Weiyuan’s Houfu was his second home. Now he’s married, he’s sure to bring He went to the door, as for General Ye, they could meet in the hall every day. He didn't have to go to the fun, save the day in the palace.

"Oh... I don't have Qin Muyan now? You look at it, I promise that after two months, their fighting power will definitely not lose your one two three four."

As far as this matter is concerned, Ling Jingxuan is quite confident. Those people are all motivated. With a little adjustment, they will certainly make a difference.

"Is it? The king is waiting to be optimistic."

Eyebrows, Yan Yurui glanced at him, peach blossom eyes full of smiles, no contempt or do not believe what he meant, people are picking him together, good or bad, he has a natural heart.

"Right, I need seven or eight skilled blacksmiths, not royals. Those people I want to keep for myself. You can help me find them. It is best to sign my death contract with me."

Some things are not suitable for mass production. If you use royal people, technology can't keep it.

"Well, they will report to you after three days."

The husband and wife talked about each other, and Sikong looked at Ling Jingxuan with adoration. No one knows. In fact, his heart always has the outline of a perfect Wang Hao. On the way to marry Qingguo, he has been dreaming for countless times. One day, it became the most perfect county king of Yan Xiaohua, but? ? The facts are cruel, and the idea is gradually ruined. However, after meeting Ling Jingxuan, he couldn’t help but think about it, and the contours of the past were gradually clear. The appearance that emerged was Ling Jingxuan. In his opinion, Ling Jingxuan was The best example of perfect Wang Hao.