"What's the matter, do you need my help?"

"You can't help with something big today." Sheng Shuo smiled brilliantly.

Shangguan Shulan blushed, "You are a little drunk, go out and be careful."

"It's better to have a wife, and someone will give me some advice when you walk all night."

Shangguan Shulan gave the man coquettish look, "Why don't you go quickly."

"Yes, I'll go quickly and come back quickly." Sheng Shuo said meaningfully.

"Oh, I won't tell you anymore." Shangguan Shulan's face turned red like blood.

Sheng Shuo's heart was pounding by the newlywed little wife's face, and he wanted to... suppress his mood and gently open his mouth, "Wait for me to come back."

When her masculine figure left Shangguan Shulan's sight, she was filled with strange feelings. I was going to share the storm with this man for the rest of my life?

When he went out to his new house, he was blown by the night wind, Sheng Shuo woke up and no longer had the appetite to drink. He quickly walked to my mother's yard. When the servant at the door saw him coming, he hurriedly led the way and entered the main hall of the old lady's yard.

"Old lady, the general is here."

Sheng Shuo strode into the main hall, and his face looked very cold through the night.

"Shuo'er, why are you facing your mother like this?"

From the newlywed yard to the yard of my mother, Sheng Shuo walked vigorously and walked nearly two incense sticks. During this period, he thought a lot, but at the moment when he saw me, what he wanted to say in his heart was meaningless, because just one word broke all his thoughts and made him unable to move.

What word? Mother.

Because he is a mother, he doesn't know what else he can do except tolerate.

"Shuo'er, why don't you speak?" Sheng asked guiltyly when he saw his son looking at him.

Pressing down what he thought, Sheng Shuo glanced around the main hall, and Sheng followed his son's gaze.

"Sheng'er, what are you looking at?"

Sheng Shuo retreated his gaze and asked, "Mom, how do you think this place is better than the place you lived in before?"

"Okay, of course it's great."

"In a month, I will hand over this house." Sheng Shuo said lightly.

"Why?"

"This is the place where the royal mansion temporarily lends me a marriage."

"What is not rewarded to you?"

Sheng Shuo shook his head, "No!"

Sheng shouted: "Shuo'er, you have fought so many battles for the prince, and he can't bear to give you a house?"

Sheng Shuo replied: "It's not that the prince is reluctant to give it to me, but that I will follow the prince back to Ningguoyang City."

"Return to Yangcheng, Kyoto?"

"Yes, mom, I will stay by the prince's side in the future and hope that mom will not have any more things to do during the day."

"white……"

Speaking of daytime, Sheng turned around uneasy.

"Mom, you should understand. Being with the king is like being with a tiger. If there is a little mistake, your son's life will not be explained on the battlefield, but because..." Sheng Shuo pursed, "Today is my wedding day. I don't want to say anything more. I hope my mother can know that only if you have a son, you have it. If your son is gone, you have nothing."

Sheng was interrupted by his son's words.

Sheng Shuo didn't care whether my mother understood or not, so he turned back to the bridal chamber. His life belonged to him was waiting for him to start! His mood instantly improved again, and he strided towards the bridal chamber.

Sheng and his daughter stared at each other with big eyes. What does his son mean?

Lingda Mansion, in the newlywed room

Ling Qixuan was taking off his outer robe, and Minghe was so scared that he called out in a low voice, "Brother Xuan..."

Ling Qixuan turned around, put his outer robe on the clothes hanger, and said softly: "I've drunk too much, and I'm a little hot!"

Minghe breathed a sigh of relief, blushed and lowered her head.

Ling Qixuan walked to Minghe, took her into her arms, and put her forehead on her head, "We are finally married."

"Brother Xuan..." Minghe wrapped his arms around Ling Qixuan's waist, "We are finally together."

"Yes, we're finally together." Ling Qixuan murmured softly.

A pair of young people stood in front of the bed with embrace each other. Not far away, a pair of red candles jumped gently in the night. The festive light reflected the young people, and their long shadows seemed a little vicissitudes.

"Brother Xuan, what are you thinking?"

"nothing."

"Brother Xuan, I didn't think anything."

Ling Qixuan, who felt a little dull, suddenly smiled when he heard Ming and 'There is no silver here', saying, "You are still the same as before."

"What did I look like before?" Minghe looked up at Ling Qixuan.

Ling Qixuan looked down at Minghe, "What I do, what you do, what I say, what you say."

"I like to do the same thing as Brother Xuan." Ming and Xixi smiled slightly, and were very charming.

Ling Qixuan smiled pamperedly: "Fucking the bug."

"Do you like to follow the worm?"

Ling Qixuan smiled all over his eyes, said nothing, lowered his head and kissed him. Ming He retreated like a deer, and there was still fear in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Minghe?"

"Xuan..."

"What's wrong with Minghe?" Ling Qixuan asked in panic when he saw Minghe's body tremble.

"I……"

"Don't be afraid, Minghe, I am your brother Xuan!"

"Brother Xuan, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?"

Minghe hugged Ling Qixuan tightly, but he just didn't say anything.

Ling Qixuan felt very uneasy inside, patted Minghe's back worriedly, and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, Minghe, everything is up to Brother Xuan."

"have……"

"What's there, Ying Er?"

"There are bad guys..."

"Where, Brother Xuan went... to him." Ling Qixuan did not say the word "kill" on the wedding night.

Minghe shook her head, "I don't know where they are."

"Don't be afraid, no matter how far they hide, I will catch them." Ling Qixuan said proudly.

This emotion infected Minghe, calming her heart a little, and she looked up and asked, "Really?"

"Um!"

As if guaranteed, Minghe's body stopped shaking, she said, "Those bad guys, like you did just now, always make me vomit."

"Yinger..." Ling Qixuan hugged Minghe tightly. This former princess had to face such a dirty thing, and he felt very distressed.

Minghe said sadly: "Those bad guys still want to treat me like this. Later, the old man said, don't treat me like this, otherwise they won't be sold for a good price."

"Bastard, I'm going to kill them." Ling Qixuan said gritting his teeth.

"Brother Xuan, do you also want to be like a bad person?"

"..." Ling Qixuan blinked, but unexpectedly, he would encounter such profound problems on his wedding night.

Alas, what can I say? In fact, this once destined real woman was very lucky. At least the bad guy didn't treat her for the sake of the price. Is this God's favor to her?

Although he is not a queen, who can say that the general's wife is worse than the queen?

Minghe's life is really good. He simply reveals his past without any concealment. The man who loves him deeply only wants to slaughter people, but he doesn't think about it at all.

Simply speaking, trust is actually the best encounter.

Outside the window, the spring breeze dissolves the flowers, and a tree of flowers is blooming.

In the window, when we meet, the room is warm.

After the generals' wedding, the most beautiful April day on earth also arrived. For Prince Xia, who was conquering the world because of his own supply of food, this was his foundation. The young Prince Xia wore casual clothes and went to the countryside to supervise farmers and arrange agricultural production, which shows how much he attached to food.

After the farming supervision, it was to support small handicraftsmen. The small handicraft guild led by Shao Bo was established in Xuanli. Shao Bo will stay in Xuancheng for three years and work with the Grand Sikong Mei Linkai to provide technical support to small handicraftsmen to further prosper Xuancheng business.

The whole month of April was like fire and the silver plundered from the big merchants was almost flowing out like water.

Xiaolian Street

The once dirty and messy little handicraft industry has become as clean as new and refreshed in just one month.
To be continued...