General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming

The little maidservant Su Xiaoxiao brought did not know Wei Ting, but the maids and old maids in the residence did.

Their Seventh Young Master, who did not get close to women, could not even let a female mosquito get close to him, but he carried the Seventh Young Madam into the house in broad daylight!

“Wei Ting, I’m warning you! This is daytime!”

“Don’t go too far!”

“That’s enough!”

At first, Su Xiaoxiao still had the strength to be fierce, but soon, there was only their intertwined whispers.

It was not until dark that the commotion in the house stopped.

Su Xiaoxiao leaned softly in his arms, not even wanting to move her fingers.

This person was too bad!

Wei Ting was refreshed and satisfied.

“I want to take a bath.”

“Oh.”

Wei Ting carried her there.

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly reacted. “No, no, no, I was wrong! I’m not bathing anymore!”

After coming out of the ear room, Su Xiaoxiao was like a steamed shrimp. Even her round toes were red. Her smooth and shiny hair hung down from her shoulders, covering her faintly discernible figure.

Wei Ting hugged her and gently placed her on the bed. He pulled the thin blanket over her.

Su Xiaoxiao slept soundly. She was quiet and beautiful, with the innocence of a young girl and a mesmerizing charm.

She always said that Hui An was a stunner, but did she know how stunning she was?

At Yongshou Palace, King Nanyang also spent an indescribable day.

He thought that he would be protected if he escaped to the Empress Dowager, but when he looked at the three crazy little brats in front of him, he felt that if this continued, he would vomit blood and die before Emperor Jing Xuan and the Wei family could kill him.

He was here to save his life, not to die.

It was dark. It was time for the three of them to go back.

Emperor Jing Xuan did not allow anyone to come to Yongshou Palace. Other than the imperial physician and Su Xiaoxiao, the three little ones only entered the palace through the secret passage of Zhaoyang Hall.

The children were still young, so the Empress Dowager did not tell them about King Nanyang’s identity for the time being. The three little ones only said that they had seen Old Grandpa. King Nanyang used the excuse that he had been poisoned and could not remember.

The Empress Dowager did not suspect anything and hugged the three little fellows reluctantly.

When the three little ones immediately said that they would come back tomorrow, King Nanyang felt terrible!

In late July, the envoy of Northern Yan left the capital.

They had not achieved any of their goals on this trip and had instead suffered a double loss. They did not know if they would be punished by His Majesty when they returned.

Su Xiaoxiao went to the courier station to send Zhao Kangning off. “Princess Kangning, thank you for your generosity. We’ll meet again!”

Zhao Kangning never wanted to see her again.

She could not be defeated or killed. She had even cheated her of so much money. She had lost all her face!

Zhao Kangning got into the carriage with a livid expression.

Helian Ye had not fully recovered, but he could ride a horse.

He put on his cold armor and sat on the high horse. He glanced at Wei Ting, who had also come with Su Xiaoxiao to send him off, and rode over. “We haven’t finished settling the score between us.”

“Of course.” Wei Ting nodded and met his domineering gaze. “One day, I will kill you openly.”

Helian Ye said domineeringly, “I’ll wait for that day!”

He rode his horse a few steps and suddenly stopped. He turned around and said to Su Xiaoxiao, who was beside Wei Ting, “Although my Helian family and the

Wei family are mortal enemies, I don’t kill unrelated people. If you leave the Wei family one day, you can come to Northern Yan to look for me. My Helian family is willing to provide you with a place.”

Was he really poaching her in front of Wei Ting?

Su Xiaoxiao blinked. “Do you want to give me some sincerity first?” Helian Ye was speechless.

After the Northern Yan diplomatic mission left, the Western Jin diplomatic mission prepared to leave.

Before leaving, the Princess of Western Jin brought the young princess to the Protector Duke’s Estate.

The young princess of the Western Jin said to her mother as she touched Sihu, “Can’t I really bring her back to be my aunt?”

The Princess of the Western Jin glanced at Bai Xihe, who was wearing a veil in the garden and talking to Su Cheng. She rejected coldly, “No! Absolutely not!”

The young Princess of Western Jin said softly, “But she’s really beautiful.”

The Princess of Western Jin Dynasty educated her, “The most beautiful person in the world is your mother. Remember this sentence!”

The young Princess of Western Jin muttered, “But you taught me that children are not allowed to lie.”

The Princess of Western Jin was speechless.

Could this leaky little cotton-padded jacket be stuffed back into the furnace and remade?!

She was here to look for Su Xiaoxiao today. “Have you thought about it?”

Over the past few days, Su Xiaoxiao had learned about the young royal prince’s condition from the accompanying imperial physicians in the Western Jin. The young royal prince was born weak and was brought here in his mother’s womb.

Su Xiaoxiao said, “It’s not convenient for me to leave these few days. Your Highness, set off first. When I’m done with my work, I’ll immediately make a house call to the young prince.”

She could only leave in peace after dealing with King Nanyang.

“Your Highness, bring this with you.” Su Xiaoxiao handed her a white porcelain bottle that was sealed with wax. “Let the young prince chew it after dinner. Let him consume it once every morning and night.”

Originally, when she heard that she could not go with her, the Princess of Western Jin was a little disappointed. Now that she had given her medicine, this trip was not in vain.

The Princess of Western Jin gave her a travel pass and a token of the Princess’s residence. “I’ll wait for you in the Western Jin. Ah, can you consider having me as your stepmother?”

Su Xiaoxiao said, “Uh..

Bai Xihe’s face darkened as she pinched a leaf.

At Pear Blossom Lane, Ling Yun sat in the room and wiped the zither on the small table. It was three small five-stringed zithers that he had just made.

The three little evil disciples had gone to cause trouble for others, and Master Zhang had returned to his hometown. The courtyard was silent.

“It’s really you.”

A familiar voice appeared at the door.

Ling Yun’s hand that was holding the zither cloth paused. He didn’t look at the other party and lowered his head to continue wiping.

Moxie stepped forward.

“Shoes,” Ling Yun said.

MO Ye’s raised foot froze in midair. Speechless, he retracted his foot, took off his shoes, and entered the room.

He was about to sit down on a small futon opposite Ling Yun when Ling Yun spoke again. “That’s my disciple’s.”

Moxie changed to sit on the second small futon.

“That too.”

“So is the third.”

MO Ye’s butt froze in a strange posture. He frowned, pulled the futon aside, and sat on the wooden floor.

“Is this okay?”

Ling Yun didn’t say anything and continued to wipe the zither.

MO Xie’s gaze landed on the three small zithers. He immediately felt that they were cute and fun, but he couldn’t help but mutter, “What did you say about not making zithers anymore? Making three of them at once! Is your hand injured?”

There was a cut on Ling Yun’s left index finger. It was obvious that it was caused by making zithers.

Moxie teased, “Others would offer blood sacrifice to the knife, but you offered a blood sacrifice to the zither.”

“Why are you here?” Ling Yun didn’t want to talk about his small injury.

MO Ye said, “Of course I came to see you. You’re not surprised to see me at all. Did you guess that I would come?”

Ling Yun didn’t answer him. Instead, he asked, “Aren’t you pained to give your erhu to Xiaohu?”

“That’s still better than someone giving Jiufeng away!” Moxie said jealously. “To be honest, back then, my sister asked you for it so many times, but you didn’t give it to her. I thought you wouldn’t give it away for the rest of your life.”

Ling Yun changed to a zither cloth.

Moxie said, “I’m going back to Western Jin. Do you want to go back with me?”

“No.”

Ling Yun refused without thinking..