Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Oh? Can you kill Jiang Yuyang right away?"

Yan Ruirui raised his eyebrows. When will his wife and children still kill people in the air?

"Hey, let me say first, this is not because I don't tell you, you haven't let me mention anything related to Jiang's."

The jealous man is unreasonable. It is inevitable that he took the opportunity to find him. Ling Jingxuan gave him an insurance before he said it. If Yan Ruirui likes nothing, he said, "So, what is it?"

"When I captured Jiang Suiyun, I originally wanted to plant it in her body. I accidentally discovered that she had already had mites in her body. It was still a mother, a name."

Ling Jingxuan just slowly said the things discovered on the day, and it is inevitable to share with them the relevant knowledge of the situation.

"That is, as long as we kill Jiang Suiyun, will Jiang Yuyang die?"

To figure out the ins and outs of things, Yan Yurui raised his eyebrows, and the tiger cubs decisively climbed to kill.

"Well, Jiang Suiyun is dead, Jiang Yuyang will die."

Ling Jingxuan nodded, although he read those books saying that love is a proof of love between husband and wife, but he personally feels that love is simply a product of mistrust between husband and wife, if a marriage depends on a small love To maintain, that marriage is undoubtedly sad. If it is his words, it will never be.

"That me"

“Jiang Suiyun still has value in use and cannot die for the time being.”

After getting a definitive answer, Yan Ruirui immediately wanted to kill the woman. If she wanted to let Jingxuan revenge herself, they would have killed the woman. But this time, before Ling Jingxuan’s opening, Chu Yunhan interrupted. He, seeing the old nine-one face, Zeng Shaoqing couldn't help but smile. He didn't know about Jiang Yuyang's affairs. He was going to find someone to ask for a better understanding. Their old nine jealous looks so cute, not collecting some. The information is really sorry for myself.

"Well, Jiang Yuyang is not afraid. You can kill him at any time. Let's get down to business."

Shaking his head and leaning on his cheek to kiss, Ling Jingxuan looked positive, and the condensate continued: "I think we should split the two roads now, Shaoqing and Yunhan, you go to Tianhong City to command the army, Xiaobei Xiaowen, you stay in the city of Eunan to prevent the enemy and other teams to attack, especially to be careful that they are jailed to save people, Shanzi and Changling also stay, the tribe's poison can not be underestimated, except that I can only cope with the mountain, as for me And Rui Rui, immediately go to the Wusun Department to find out the situation, if everything is as we guessed, as long as we can find ways to convince the rest of the Wusun Department of elders, perhaps without a soldier, we can solve the problem of the tribe."

If you don’t enter the tiger's den, you will be the head of the tribes. Whether it is for themselves or for Zhuohan, he should go there in person. At least he wants the people of Wusun to know that they disappeared. Where the patriarchs have experienced, what they have experienced, and how they died in the end. As for how they will choose in the end, it is not what he can control.

"You have to go to the mountains again?"

Chu Yunhan does not agree with the frown, the wound on his body will heal, can't stop a little?

"This time I must go with Rui Rui."

Although Ling Jingxuan’s tone is mild, his attitude is that there is no room for negotiation. This is what they owe to Zhuohan and must be returned to him.

"Well, then you should be careful. If the people in Wusun are not good, you will be jealous of me and become embarrassed. You should know better than me how to do it. I don't need me to be jealous."

Perceived his own tension, Chu Yunhan helplessly sighed, the last time Ling Jingxuan was hurt, he really got some fear.

"Oh, don't worry, we are going to Wusun to pay their treasures of the town. They won't take us."

Smiling and appease him, Ling Jingxuan looked up again and asked: "Where are the small trees? I have something to tell them."

"They are in the small study room, and the little king is also there."

Lingyun leaned down and said with respect, Ling Jingxuan raised his eyebrows: "Rarely, our small group will actually be in the study."

"Ha ha?"

After he said, everyone can't help but laugh. Indeed, the most hated people in their family, the most disliked place is definitely the study. On weekdays, he is too lazy. What kind of wind is blowing today?

"You talk first, Yun Han, let's go to the study room."

Ling Jingxuan said, he stood up and realized that he was going to do something. Chu Yunhan also nodded and followed.

In the small study room, the iron doll took a book and sat quietly in the chair. Yang Lan’s movement was still awkward in the practice of words, while Yang Shu was standing behind Liu’s, teaching her to write with her hand. The group had two hands on the table and held their heads on the table. They looked at them bored, and the small mouths that were raised can hang pork.

"Sister, are we going to play?" He has not asked him ten times. Every once in a while, he will ask once, and the frequency is getting more and more frequent.

"Oh! It’s awkward again, don’t you have a fight with your brother, you can’t write well.”

Let him be disturbed, Xiaoliuer’s herringbone went to the unknown direction again. The little girl squinted at the starter, and the little scorpion squinted and walked over to pick up the brush: "The big guys help." At the same time that you write well, the little troupe also mentions a pen, and a beautiful character appears on the rice paper."

"You are a good brother!"

Watching him write so beautiful, Xiao Liuer's face worship, the small group suddenly put his hands on his hips: "Of course, I am the son of the father and the aunt."

The previous unsatisfactory moment disappeared, let the sister hold it, the tail of the small group had to go up to the sky, and the iron doll who was reading the book took a look at them and shook his head and smiled: "Don’t be fooled by him, he will Will write the two words, or the previous small text forced him to learn."

"amount"

Similarly, Yang Shu’s head, which is a little different from the small group, is black. He used to think that he is very powerful. He never saw him practicing words. He wrote words that are more beautiful than him.

"I hate to be a brother, you bully others."

I finally enjoyed the eyes of my sister’s worship. The small group ran off decisively. The little fist did not follow his chest. The iron baby had to put down the book and grab his little fist: “Okay, I am teasing you. Well, the small group is also very good at it?"

"The people are very powerful."

The small group had a slamming sound, and the chin had just swelled. The iron doll reached out and scratched his nose and said, "Yes, it’s better than a big brother. I don’t even know what to read when you are so big. Later, when I was sober, I followed the Xiaowen Xiaowu and they learned to write. At that time, we couldn’t afford the pen and paper, and we used the branches to write on the sand."

Speaking of the past, the smile on the face of the iron doll was a little bit happy and bitter. At that time, they were really poor. Although the father never let him go hungry, Xiaowen Xiaowu also protected him, but He doesn't know anything. The people in the village look down on them. They often say something that is hard to hear. He knows that their fathers are very bitter, especially jealous, so now that they are busy, he doesn't blame them. He knows Their busyness is to let him live a better life, no longer being insulted and bullied.

"Can you write on the sand?"

The little scorpion squinted and looked naively. The three brothers and sisters of Yangshu also leaned over. The iron doll pulled them and smiled and nodded: "Yes, after you finish writing it, you can wipe it again and you can reuse it, but it really If you want to practice a good word, you still have to be on the rice paper. Oh, we have no way at the time. There is no money at home, and we dare not waste the pen and ink."

He remembered that after they had bought them a pen and ink basket, they had been practicing on the sand table for a long time, because Xiaowen always said that the pen and ink were expensive, he had to save a little, and he was trained again. Write on.

"I don't have to worry about my brother, I have money!"

Said, the small group is really stupid and cute, picking up his little purse, ready to take out the change inside to him, the iron baby can not help but smile, do not forget to grab his hand: "stupid, That's all the same thing, now we don't need money."

It is not difficult to see from here, why do they love small dumplings? He is not only their pistachios, but also very caring, often unconsciously warming their hearts.

"Oh!"

The little corps seemed to understand the nod, and swept the bracelet on his wrist. The small scorpion pulled him curious and asked: "Son brother, why have you been wearing this, brothers, they don't seem to wear it, no, oh They didn't wear it either."

"This is ah."

Raising his hand with a wide-brimmed bracelet, the iron baby said after meditation: "This is a very cold person, but the person who is very good to me sent me, I have agreed with him, meet him again. Before, I couldn't take off Sikongqi. Now he remembers, his appearance, the bracelet on his wrist always reminds him intentionally or unintentionally. Once the father asked them about the bracelet, he also answered this question. He remembered that he seemed to be red-eyed. At that time, he was still too young to know what was going on. Now he has some faint understanding, but he has not thought about it. Who can say what is going on in the future?"

"Why?"

The small group obviously didn't understand what he said, and Yang Jiasan's brother and sister were also confused by their eyes.

"Well, tell you that you don't understand, go to practice."

The iron baby shook his head and reached out and patted the small buttocks. The little scorpion snorted and said: "I hate, people don't like to practice words, sister, let's go find a wolf. Are they playing well?" It can be hard, he doesn't want to practice words.

"But the brother of the group said that you want to accompany me to practice words!"

The little girl looked at him innocently, and the small face of the small dumplings suddenly wrinkled into a ball, and the small mouth became more and more smashed, which was obviously uncomfortable.

"Oh!"

The door of the study was suddenly pushed away from the outside, and Ling Jingxuan and Chu Yunhan were seen at the tip of the eye. The small group immediately dropped them and flew over to hug Ling Jingxuan’s leg: “Hey!”

The little guy doesn't smile too much, so he must come to him to play.

"Cognac (Ling Shu), Chu Shu"

The iron baby then took the poplars and they came over. Chu Yunhan habitually picked up the willows, and Ling Jingxuan also bent over and picked up the meat dumplings of his family: "Oh? Not talking about practicing words? Let 爹爹瞧瞧What have you written?"

"Don't look at it, people don't practice words."

Seeing that he really hugged him, the small group remembered wow, and I knew that Ling Jingxuan would look at Chu Yunhan with a smile. Compared with Xiaowen, this child is completely the opposite type. He wants to be true. Actively practicing the word, I am afraid that the day will be red rain.