After breakfast, the couple packed up and left the inn to prepare to return to Xiaoyu Village.

When passing by the street market, Zhang Yiming asked casually: "Yinyin, are there anything else you need to buy?"

"No, I bought what I should buy in the Mansion City."

Feng Yin got on the carriage and couldn't help but urge him: "Go back directly. I miss my daughter after leaving home for so many days."

Zhang Yiming looked at her and asked with a smile: "Don't you miss your sons?"

"It's all bad, what's there to think about?"

Feng Yin whitens his eyes and walks directly to the couch, "Don't quarrel with me, I want to continue to rest."

"Okay, you rest, I'll sit beside you and guard you, and I'll guarantee you won't fall."

Zhang Yiming sat next to the couch, patting her with his big hand and said, "Today, the academy is resting, and the children are all at home."

"Woo."

Feng Yin responded with no thoughts, but his hand reached to his waist and pinched his soft flesh through his clothes and twisted it a few times.

"Hiss~"

Zhang Yiming was so pinched that he gasped, and hurriedly reached out to pinch the bad hand, leaned into her ear and whispered: "Is this murder of her husband?"

Feng Yin snorted lightly and gritted her teeth: "Who will tell me in the future that the older a man is, the weaker heavier he is. I promise to slap him."

"This proves that your husband is not old."

Zhang Yiming was amused by her words, "So, how should you explain it after you slapped someone in the face?"

She couldn't say that he could only turn over and turn her back to him, which successfully attracted the man's low laughter.

...

It takes half an hour to say it is not long or short.

Feng Yin took a nap and Zhang Yiming read a history book.

"Wow, what a beautiful carriage."

"Yes, I wonder which landlord in the city's car is from the car?"

"The people in the city don't call it the landlord master, they want to call it the rich master. Hahaha..."

"Haha, I don't know which house the rich man is going to? Let's go, let's take a look."

...

The familiar local accent came from outside the car, and Zhang Yiming's consciousness retreated from the complete collection of historiography in his mind.

He gently lifted the curtain and looked out, and the carriage had stepped into Qianyu Village.

No wonder I can hear the authentic local accent. After passing Qianyu Village and walking farther, it is time to enter Xiaoyu Village.

Retracting his gaze, he saw the person resting on the couch, and a gentle touch raised the corner of his lips.

He reached out and pinched her nose gently, and called out softly: "Yingyin, wake up, wake up, we're home now."

"Woo~ I understand."

Feng Yin yawned and stretched her waist and sat up from the low couch, rubbed her eyes and asked, "Where is this?"

"No, I just passed Qianyu Village and arrived in less than half a stick of incense."

Zhang Yiming rubbed her head and said, "Come on, I'll help you comb your hair. We have to be beautiful. Go back and blind the eyes of the whole village."

In the conversation and dressing room, the carriage had stepped into the boundary of Xiaoyu Village.

Feng Yin asked as if she had just remembered something, "By the way, what's wrong with Junru?"

"How could I know?"

Zhang Yiming looked at her with a funny look, "We have been together for a while, why do you think I can know what you don't know?"

"I don't think you are more capable than me."

Feng Yin also smiled, reached out and lifted the curtains to look at the familiar environment outside, and couldn't help but sigh, "Huh, I'm finally back."

It has been almost ten days since I left.

When I come back, I feel like a trance.

Zhang Yiming looked out of the window with her. Listening to her words, he couldn't help but smile and said, "It seems that you have already recognized this place without realizing it."

“Isn’t this nonsense?”
Chapter completed!