That day, Risong and Mrs. Xiao walked out of the courtyard gate together and walked along the road at the gate towards the village.

Along the way, Risong remained silent.

The expression on his face was as heavy as water, but in his chest, there was a beating heart.

In my mind, I was thinking about what I would say when I got home...

Mrs. Xiao held Na Risong's arm and walked briskly beside him.

The night wind in the middle of the night brought a slight coolness to my body.

The woman felt warm all over.

"I like the south. It has beautiful mountains and clear waters. The moon at night is prettier than in the north."

Mrs. Xiao couldn't help but look up at the sky and clicked her tongue.

Risong didn't say a word that day, and kept walking forward with his head down.

Mrs. Xiao looked away and looked at the tense profile that day: "Husband, after we get through this crisis, we will travel to the south every year in the future, okay?"

That day Risong said: "Except for the farmyards and trees, there is nothing interesting in the small mountain village."

Mrs. Xiao said: "But I think this is very good... Hehe, the most important thing is that you are my husband here..."

Mrs. Xiao tried to put her head on Risong's shoulder.

That day, Ri Song turned slightly sideways and avoided it.

"What's wrong? You don't lend me a shoulder to lean on?" Madam Xiao asked with some dissatisfaction.

That day Risong raised his finger and pointed at the small yard in front: "We're here..."

"oh?"

Mrs. Xiao's eyes lit up and she followed his guidance.

Not far ahead, a small farmhouse indeed appeared.

The half-person-high courtyard wall is no different from the courtyard walls of other farmhouses I saw along the way. They are all made of yellow mud, and there are some thatches and other things on the wall.

"Hey, there's still a light on. You man is really attentive and knows that it's not good for us to light up the situation when we come back."

Mrs. Xiao said excitedly, "I want to go in and see if my husband's house is as dirty as a manger without the maids and women to serve him!"

After saying these words, Mrs. Xiao let go of Risong's arm and quickly ran towards the courtyard gate.

"Hey, wait a minute..."

Risong couldn't hold him back even if he wanted to, so he had to step up and follow him quickly.

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Mrs. Xiao entered the courtyard gate and walked straight towards the three rooms in front of her.

The main room is in the middle, and there are side rooms on the left and right.

Now the lights are on in the main room and the east wing, but the right wing is dark.

Mrs. Xiao's footsteps suddenly stopped.

She stood at the door, looking at the red piece of paper stuck to the edge of the window in the left wing, and frowned slightly.

At this moment, the door of the main room creaked open.

When the candlelight burst out from the hall, a voluptuous figure appeared in Mrs. Xiao's sight.

I saw a woman wearing a red pomegranate dress, with cloud-like hair and charming eyebrows running out of the house.

She first glanced at Mrs. Xiao and was slightly startled.

Then she ran towards this side like a gust of wind, holding her skirt, passing by Mrs. Xiao without slowing down, and threw herself into Na Risong's arms behind her.

"Husband, why did it take you so long to go out to eat? Liu Lan'er is so scared at home alone..."

Yang Ruolan stretched out her hands and hugged Na Risong's waist tightly like two soft snakes.

He raised his jade face and acted coquettishly.

That Risong looked embarrassed, "Stand up and talk..."

He spoke perfunctorily to Yang Ruolan, held Yang Ruolan's arms with both hands, and tried to push her away.

His eyes were looking at Mrs. Xiao over there, paying attention to Mrs. Xiao's reaction.

When Mrs. Xiao saw this scene at the door of the house, her mind went blank for a short time.

She finally understood why Narisong had been absent-minded and dodgy for most of the day.

I also understood what Yang Ruoqing meant by what she said just after the night banquet was over.

I see!

Mrs. Xiao took a deep breath, turned around, and walked towards the man and woman here step by step.

Every time she took a step forward, Narisong took a step back, with a trace of fear and panic in her eyes.

Yang Ruolan was still hanging on Narisong's shoulders like a koala, and was led back by him.

Seeing Risong's panicked expression, Yang Ruolan was also secretly surprised.

At this time, Mrs. Xiao's voice sounded.

"Husband, congratulations on becoming the groom's official again."

Mrs. Xiao said with a half-smile.

Risong was stunned for a moment, his brows knitting together.

Mrs. Xiao continued: "Husband, why don't you introduce me to this new sister? Isn't it disrespectful?"

After hearing this, Risong quickly put Yang Ruolan down.

"Um...I wasn't afraid of annoying you, so I didn't dare to say anything..." Narisong said with a smile.

Mrs. Xiao curled her lips: "It's dark outside, and I can't even see my sister's face. Come on, let's go into the house and talk."

After saying these words, Mrs. Xiao turned around, held her head high and walked into the main room first.

The man and woman left in the yard were stunned at each other.

Yang Ruolan said: "Am I right? As long as we risk our lives, your tigress won't dare to do anything to us!"

Risong looked suspicious on that day: "No, every time I secretly took a concubine, she would make trouble for several days..."

"Hmph, let me see, your wife is just a paper tiger!" Yang Ruolan said with disdain.

Narisong said: "This is not like her style, let's be careful..."

Yang Ruolan snorted.

At this time, Mrs. Xiao's greeting came from the main room.

"Husband, why are you and your sister still standing at the door? Come in and drink tea and talk!"

Hearing this greeting, Yang Ruolan rolled her eyes.

"You are so thick-skinned. As soon as you come here, you treat yourself as the master of this place!" she said.

"Say less. After all, she is the wife and you are the concubine. Come in and come closer!"

That day, Song gave Yang Ruolan a low drink and hurriedly entered the main room.

In the main room, fire people were lit on the table, lighting up the room very brightly.

Mrs. Xiao was sitting on one side of the Eight Immortals' table, looking at the men and women who walked in one after another with a smile.

After entering the house, Narisong said to Yang Ruolan: "Go and see Madam quickly."

Yang Ruolan felt unhappy, but she didn't dare to openly resist Na Risong, so she easily moved to the Xiao family in Lianbu.

"My sister has met her sister and wants to say hello to her."

She lowered her head slightly, made a gesture with her hands and placed them on her waist, leaning forward slightly.

"Please forgive me, sister, for being pregnant and not being able to bend down," Yang Ruolan said.

A glimmer of light flashed across Mrs. Xiao's eyes, her gaze passed over Yang Ruolan's flat belly, and she regained her composure again.

"It turns out it's a double happiness. From now on, all these false gifts will be dispensed with. Come, sister, come and sit next to me."

Mrs. Xiao smiled and stood up in person, came over to support Yang Ruolan, and carefully helped her sit on a chair beside her.

Yang Ruolan straightened her back and looked proud.

Sitting on the stool, he deliberately stretched out his hands to caress his stomach and looked at Mr. Xiao provocatively.
Chapter completed!