Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

Looking at them back and forth, Ling Jingpeng suddenly spoke up and opened up the topic. He is not very active in business. He has nothing to do when winter comes, so he can't just sit back and relax, right? It's fine to earn a couple of dollars to subsidize the family. When he gets busy next year, he rents out the shop and can still collect some rent or something.

"Not so good? It's still early if you want to rest. After the jam is done, there are other things waiting for you to do. In the future, I will go out to talk business and you will come with me. Don't keep your head down. You are not a worker I hired. It's time to go out and meet the world, most of our business will depend on you in the future."

Angrily glanced at him, Ling Jingxuan dismissed his proposal without even thinking about it, did he really think he couldn't feed the mosquitoes in the No. 1 factory building some time ago? Let him do petty business? Unless he wants to exhaust himself.

"Hey?? I'm just talking, but big brother, I'll run the business, so what are you doing?"

Scraping his head embarrassedly, Ling Jingpeng asked strangely, in his subconscious, he always felt that the business at home belonged to the eldest brother.

"Hehe... Of course I'm staying at home and enjoying myself."

Turning his head to look at Yan Chengrui, Ling Jingxuan smiled as a matter of course, what is my brother for? In addition to pampering, it can also be enslaved!

"Er?? Big brother, it's too early for you to enjoy happiness. When Xiaowen and the others grow up, there will be some blessings for you to enjoy. Don't squeeze my brother's blessings, right?"

When his forehead turned black, Ling Jingpeng retorted unceremoniously, Big Brother is good at everything, but it's not good, very bad, that he always loves to play with him when he has nothing to do.

"Ha ha."

Hearing this, all the brothers in the room couldn't help laughing. The previous suffocation seemed to have disappeared. Ling Jinghan and the others still wanted to study. Ling Jingpeng and Zhang Qing also wanted to read more books. When ordering something, Ling Jingxuan simply didn't bother them, and went to Chuci's house with Yan Shengrui hand in hand. The children have been studying for so long, and they seem to have never seen them in class.

"Are you practicing calligraphy? Why is there no sound at all?"

The two of them both walked to the door and noticed that the sound of reading aloud from the book had disappeared for some time. The courtyard was quiet. Ling Jingxuan stretched his neck curiously and looked inside from the open window, only to see a few small buns. They are quietly burying their heads in front of the specially made desks and writing attentively, even their little bookboys, while Chu Ci reclined lazily on the chair, her beautiful face as cold as ever.

"Did you say something to Chu Ci last time? He seems to have become colder recently, but the fear that often lingered in his eyes seems to have disappeared, replaced by a dead silence, a dead silence that doesn't care about everything, doesn't care."

Returning to the body, Ling Jingxuan asked in a low voice. It was right that he was busy recently, but it did not mean that his senses were out of tune. Since the day he fought to plant the seedlings, the feeling of Chu Ci has changed, and he intuitively told him that this matter The son must be inseparable from his relationship with the man.

"I didn't say anything, I just gave him a promise, Jing Xuan, did you guess his identity?"

Raising his hand to touch his face, Yan Shengrui's eyes are full of love and distress. He has always known that he doesn't care on the surface, but in fact, he has been quietly planning for him and his sons.

"Well, probably. At first, I wanted to ask him directly, but I didn't want to be involved in some strange incident for no reason. Later, I thought about it and gave up. The one who should come will always come, rather than one day. Worry about guessing at the end of the day, it is better to live the life in front of you first, if something happens in the future, the big deal is that soldiers will come to block the water and cover up, and living people can still suffocate their urine to death?"

Nodding his head, Ling Jingxuan didn't hide anything, he couldn't hide his domineering brows, and the peach blossom's eyes couldn't help but dote more deeply. What he liked the most was him. He was always confident and strong, as if nothing could stop him. He couldn't help feeling distressed, and even blamed himself. If he couldn't be reassured to rely on, what qualifications could he have to keep saying that he was his man?

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you, even if it's the high-ranking 95-year-old, as long as you and your son are happy to be yourself."

"Haha... This is what you said. If you dare to hurt my little bun a little bit in the future, see how I clean up you!"

He grabbed his collar and pulled him towards him, Ling Jingxuan raised his eyebrows lightly and smiled, seemingly flirting and playful between lovers, but they both knew each other that he was serious, the two buns were his death, who moved All have to pay the price, Ling Jingxuan is not the kind of person who cares about the worldly vision and fears the hegemony of the royal family.

"Did I say you two are enough? You want to flirt and go back to your own house, and you won't let your children read?"

Suddenly, Chu Ci's cold voice came from inside, and the two of them had a black head. When they looked back, they saw a few little buns who were still practicing their calligraphy seriously at the door looking at them and snickering. Blushing and glaring at the innocent Yan Shengrui, he turned around and walked towards them, while Yan Shengrui touched his nose and followed indifferently. What happened to their flirting? It's not illegal, who dares to say?

Chapter 137 The ambition of the little buns

"Didn't you still practice calligraphy just now? Why did you all run out?"

Bending over to pick up Tie Wazi, Ling Jingxuan asked casually, pretending to be calm, a few little bookboys naturally didn't dare to say anything, but the two buns were different, the little bun covered his mouth and looked at him giggling, not knowing in his heart Why did he slander him, and the big bun carried it with one hand, and said solemnly: "Father and daddy are chatting at the door, how can we calm down and practice calligraphy? Daddy,

It's not that I told you, no matter how good your relationship with your father is, don't publicize it in the daytime. The so-called publicity in the daytime is the root of darkness. "

After reading the book for two days, Ling Wen also became sour, and even talked to his father about ancient texts. Ling Jingxuan made him speak for a while, and seriously doubted what Chu Ci taught him every day, so he took his word for it. Did Xiao Baozi become such a sour scholar?

"Peace of mind is natural, it's your own practice that is not calm and can't be calm, how can you blame me and your father?"

Yan Shengrui, who was following behind, bent his fingers and tapped Xiao Suanru's head lightly. If he couldn't even deal with his own son, how could he still lead thousands of troops on the battlefield?

"No, no, my father is clearly a sophist. I can't wait until a few years old, how can I resist the outside world?"

Ling Wen shook his head and made his own statement, which made Yan Shengrui a little suspicious of life. How old was he sure he was?

"Is this what you taught?"

Ling Jingxuan held back the twitching of the corners of his mouth, picked up a chair casually while holding Tie Wazi, and looked suspiciously at Chu Ci, who was sitting lazily watching their father and son fight.

"I haven't taught him these things. If I insist, I'm afraid it's hereditary. As far as I know, someone was like this when he was a child. He was often so angry that his master had a beard, and the highest record was that he changed eight masters a year. He angered the elders, and kicked him out of the house in a fit of anger, but because of this he created the first little overlord in the imperial city, and I don't know how many people have come forward to impeach him."

While speaking, Chu Ci's eyes swept to Yan Shengrui in a meaningful way. The latter looked as if I had lost my memory, and was not at all ashamed of being unruly, but Ling Jingxuan gave him a smile. He thought he was the kind of master who was aloof and disdain for being in the company of others, but he didn't expect that he would also have unruly youthful years.

"Uncle Chu, who are you talking about? If you change eight masters a year, will his father spank him?"

The little buns looked at them back and forth, and ran to Chu Ci, his pale and tender face was full of curiosity, Chu Ci and Chu Yan next to him spit at the same time, and he didn't dare to smile in front of Yan Shengrui. Too presumptuous, he tried his best to endure it directly: "Cough cough?? His father would not beat people himself, but just left him to his brother-in-law and asked him to help discipline him."

This is also the beginning of Yan Shengrui and Zeng Shaoqing's bad relationship. After he moved to the Hou Mansion, the two hit it off and bullied the descendants of the nobles. This made every household complain, but they dared not speak out. Speaking of the nobles in the capital It was also tragic. I was bullied by two little bullies for several years. I finally waited for someone to grow up to fourteen. Ignoring the objection of the late emperor, I followed Mr. Zeng to send troops out of the fortress. I thought I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. It was a victory, and he made great achievements in the past few years. When the first emperor was happy, he directly named him Prince Sheng in the names of their brothers. With a single finger, he would control the Cangyun two states that almost controlled the entire Qing Dynasty waterway fortress. Given him as a fief, facing such a powerful and powerful figure, the nobles at first only dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, but later they did not even dare to be angry.