It was cold and the earth was frozen, and I could not hear any rooster crowing.

Futing stood up every day, relying on the habits he developed over the years.

He stood facing the window, holding a knife in his hand, dipped it in cold water in the basin, and scraped his chin.

Every winter in the north, there will be strong winds and snow. He has never liked to grow beards and felt that it was troublesome to get caught in the snow.

When I was moving my hands, I suddenly thought that today's saints often had white beards, so for a while, Chinese officials and ministers in the court also had a beautiful beard and short beard. Perhaps the kind in the royal family preferred it.

Fu Ting threw away the knife and pursed his lips and laughed at himself: What do you want to do?

Could it be that what she prefers? He still has to take the lead with her nose?

Someone came outside to report, and General Luo was waiting outside.

He wiped his hand towel, held his sword and hooked his belt, grabbed the whip with one hand, and walked out the door.

There was a fine snow floating in the slightly green sky.

Luo Xiaoyi sat on the horse and lay on the back of the horse in a forward position. This would not be too cold and would not be too tired after a long time.

Seeing Fu Ting come out of the gate, he sat upright and threw the reins of a horse next to him.

Fu Ting took it, stepped on the stirrup, and turned over the horse.

Luo Xiaoyi looked at him, but he didn't see any difference. It seemed that the truth told him that the county lord didn't tell him to run away?

Futing asked: "What are you looking at?"

He was amused again and said, "I see why my third brother has not lost his energy. When I returned home, I felt like I had not lost my energy. Could it be that my sister-in-law is so delicate that you dare not enjoy it?"

Fu Ting glanced at him.

He shook his hands and said, "You should recover from your injuries, don't say much, I'll tell you mine."

Actually, I was afraid that he would whip himself with a horsewhip.

Fu Ting raised his hand to wipe away the snow dregs from his face and glanced into the door of the mansion.

She looked up at his eyes and looked up at him for no reason. She seemed to have nothing to do, so she gave him a soft feeling.

He looked dignified, but he was not a woman who was easy to knead.

He can't use force when he married her. Since she doesn't want to, she just doesn't touch her.

His eyes turned back, and he slammed his legs and ran out quickly.

Luo Xiaoyi hurriedly rode a horse behind and chased after him: "Hey, third brother, wait for me!"

The charcoal fire in the room has just gone out, but the warmth has not subsided.

Xinlu was dressing for Qichi, and by the way, told her that the Protector had already gone to the army.

Qichi was not surprised at all. The room was not far from the study. She heard the footsteps of the man walking through the corridor in the morning.

Xinlu tied her belt and put a thick cloak on her outside to protect her from the cold. She suddenly looked at her face and said worriedly: "Do you feel uncomfortable with the head of the family? Look at her lips are so dry."

Qichi's skin is white and tender, and there are no flaws in history. His lips are even more peach-like, and he has never been like this before.

Seeing Xinlu being serious, she sat in front of the mirror and took a look, her lips were a little dry.

She sucked her gently and said, "It's okay, the north is going to be dry."

Xinlu didn't think so. Now in front of the Duke of the Ministry, the family mainly pays more attention to appearance than usual. She immediately went out quickly to get her moisturizing ointment.

As soon as he left, Qiu Shuang entered the door with her back foot and wore a men's round neck robe.

She was more straightforward, and Qichi usually asked her to help with business outside, and often went out. When she went out early this morning, she also went to check the nearby business field.

"Master, I heard something." Qiu Shuang Shen approached mysteriously and told everything he heard.

After only these days of hard work, the story of Prince Yong has been passed down.

It is said that King Yong spent a lot of money to redeem his things and beat his son half to death.

Even so, the public laughed at him, saying that he was not only incompetent in teaching his children, but also in a down-and-out way to live as a princess jewelry.

Qi Chi just listened to it as a joke and smiled: "I hope that Prince Yong can remember the lesson and stop causing trouble in the future."

He has to know that some people are not affordable to provoke at will.

Qiu Shuang was just feeling happy and said with a smile: "What the head of the family said is that now the prince is in the Great Protectorate, so naturally no one will dare to bully him at will in the future."

Of course, Qi Chixin said: Otherwise, what would you do when you come here from afar?

There are one thing and two things about my nephew, and she needs to see the long-term.

Compared to the gentle Gwangju, even though this place is not a good place, there is her husband and a heroic soldier that his husband should not be underestimated.

Just like doing business, these are all capital.

It’s just a pity that the husband didn’t take her to heart at all.

Thinking of this, Qichi felt a little frustrated for no reason.

Fu Ting. She leaned in front of the mirror, her fingers wrapped around her hair in her temples, thinking about the man's chin, and her knife-like chin.

He said in his heart: It's like a stone.

Turning his face and looking out the window, she said to Qiu Shuang: "Be careful about the time, remember to tell me when the city gate falls."

The autumn frost is unknown, so the earth responds.

The snow fell until it stopped.

When the city gate falls, the three-way drum.

Futing returns.

Luo Xiaoyi followed him and squeezed into the mansion, handed the horse to the servant to feed the grass, rubbed his stiff hands and said with a smile: "Third brother, I know that I should not disturb you and my sister-in-law, but I still want to roast the fire here for a while before going back."

By the way, it's good to have a meal before going back.

Anyway, his county lord sister-in-law said she could afford it.

He is no better than his third brother, and he is shameless and shameless.

Futing ignored him, and he was used to coming to this family, so he just said, "Don't run to the main house anymore."

I didn't want her to think that the people in front of him had no rules.

"Yes, I know my sister-in-law is there, why do I have the nerve to go again?"

People say that the wolf cub also knows how to protect food, and his third brother now knows how to protect food. Luo Xiaoyi quietly arranged him in his heart.

When I arrived at the backyard door, I saw Xinlu stretching her head from afar.

Luo Xiaoyi saw that she was holding the charcoal basin she had been thinking about day and night, and walked over one step slower.

Xinlu greeted him and whispered: If he had known that the general would come with the Great Protector, the head of the family had already prepared it for him.

Luo Xiaoyi was full of surprise: I didn't expect that the county lord's sister-in-law was so understanding. Damn, why don't he be a magician, right?

Qi Chi, who was wanted to be a magician, was standing at the entrance of the study.

She called Qiushuang to look at Shichen, and it came over when the time came. Calculated, she had been waiting for a while.

After lighting the light, she was bored. She freed up her hand from the stove in her arms and pulled the door bolt.

Once, then again.

The door suddenly opened.

She looked up and Fu Ting stood in front of her.

In an instant, I seemed to be completely covered by his wide shoulders.

He stopped, without saying anything, his eyes pressed on her.

Qichi didn't expect him to say that after all, half a mute person would not expect to suddenly be able to brighten the lotus.

She placed her hand stove on the chair aside, and put her two fingers on the golden hook where the sword was hanging around his waist.

"I have never been to serve you in the past. Today I am here to make up for my wife's gift." She lowered her head, gently unscrewed her hands, and a "ding" whisper.

Fu Ting grabbed the sword that was about to fall.

The sword was too heavy, and he didn't follow it in time, so she might not be able to hold it.

His eyes swept through her respectful eyebrows and he stepped into the door.

He was not proficient in the so-called aristocratic etiquette and did not care much about it.

Putting the sword on the table, he turned around and took another look.

Qichi felt that his vision seemed to be exploring whether what he was saying was true or false.

Logically speaking, on the second day of the marriage, she should serve him to get up and dress and go home to change clothes. However, the couple had been together for a long time, and today was the first time.

She walked slowly to him, looked at him, reached out to touch his cuff.

Marine clothing always has a tie tie on the cuffs. Although he is a guru, he is tied with the most ordinary cloth straps.

She tangled around for more than a dozen layers, and she untied it layer by layer, and then went to untickle it from her other hand.
To be continued...