"In my heart, you are more beautiful when you are twenty-nine than when you are nineteen!" Luo Fengtang suddenly said this, which stunned both Yang Ruoqing and Luo Baobao.

After coming back to her senses, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but give him a fierce look: "Can you please speak properly in front of my daughter?"

Luo Fengtang also realized that he had lost his composure, his face turned red, and he smiled naively. He didn't know what to explain. Maybe the more he explained, the more confused he would become, so he honestly put down the car curtain and continued driving.

In the carriage, Luo Baobao laughed with his belly in his arms. After getting a look from Yang Ruoqing, the little girl did not dare to laugh openly.

But along the way, the atmosphere in the carriage was very warm and loving, and all three of them had happy smiles on their faces.

Especially for Baby Luo, she witnessed with her own eyes how much her parents loved each other, and this planted a seed in her heart early on.

When she grows up in the future, the husband she wants to find must be someone who loves each other like her parents. This is how life should be.

Huguang County, Zuojiazhuang.

The three of them arrived at the entrance of Zuojiazhuang Village successfully before lunch.

In front of a stone monument at the entrance of the village, a boy stood.

The eight-year-old boy still has a childlike look on his face, looking straight ahead at the road, showing concentration and expectation that belie his age.

Behind him, the housekeeper of the Zuo family came again.

"Master, the old lady said it's windy here and asked you to go home and wait."

Zuo Jingling ignored the housekeeper's words and still stood there motionless. He had a hunch that Sister Wuyou would definitely come today.

As long as he persists, he will definitely be able to wait!

The housekeeper stood behind Zuo Jingling, shaking his head helplessly.

The young master is silent and has a stubborn personality. Everyone said privately that the child was probably like this because he was stimulated by his biological mother.

But the young master is also really smart. He can learn everything Bishop Zhuang gives him.

I have been waiting here since breakfast today and have been waiting until now. No one can persuade me to go back. I am so stubborn!

Just when the housekeeper was about to go back to report to the old lady and the owner of the village, the sound of horse hooves came from behind.

Then when he saw the young master beside him who looked like a clay sculpture, he suddenly moved and rushed out like a gust of wind...

…

This meeting with Gobahu of Babahu Department allowed him to find out a lot of things.

For example, the Ji family's caravan was robbed.

It was none other than a tribe on the grassland, either Baba Tiger's headquarters or a subsidiary tribe of Baba Tiger.

This time, Luo Xingchen warned Babahu.

But Luo Xingchen thinks not if Gobahu will really punish the tribe this time.

At most, Gobahu would randomly find a few grassland slaves to supplement his numbers, and it would be impossible to kill the people of that tribe.

Pretending to be a horse thief to intercept Da Qi's caravan was also Ge ​​Bahu's acquiescence, and he would also get a share of the benefits.

Luo Xingchen has seen through the nature of these grassland tribes. Those people are typically afraid of power but not virtue.

Only when they are beaten and killed will they lie down on the ground and surrender like dogs. Otherwise, they will not develop fear.

"Xingchen, do we want to lead the team back?" Ye Yi asked.

This team of ten thousand people was the elite of Yan Huanyan's Thousand Machine Army. They were originally stationed nearby. Yan Huanyan gave the order and set off to join Luo Xingchen and Ye Yi's team.

But after the alliance failed this time, this army still had to be returned.

"It's not necessary for now. Ye Yi, you can command this Thousand Machine Army here. I'll go back to Thousand Machine City, reply to the governor of Yan County, and take a look at the excitement." Luo Xingchen said.

"Amitabha, donor, go back to Qianji City and bring the poor monk with you." Master Qixi clasped his hands together and said seriously.

After staying in the military camp for a while, he became a little tired of it. The food here was too light, his sleep was not solid, and he felt uncomfortable no matter what he did.

The monk is a man who has endured hardship and can persevere, but as long as he has the chance to go back, why suffer here.

"Donor, in the original agreement signed, the poor monk was to protect the benefactor. Wherever the benefactor is, the poor monk will be there." Master Qixi said.

Of course, you can't say any other reasons, but a valid reason is easy to find, and you can just name one.

"Master Qixi, of course I will take you with me when I go back."

Luo Xingchen smiled, sorted out his belongings, took two personal guards with him, picked up weapons and luggage, and set off for the distance.

…

Small window, dressing up.

Yulan combed her black hair carefully, turned the mirror in front of her, stretched out her nails, and carved a mark on it.

Another day has passed.

The day of her wedding was getting closer and closer, and the day of her death was also getting closer.

She has been dreaming these days.

She dreamed that she was covered in dirt and standing in the mud. There were countless people walking up and down the road, but no one wanted to look at her. If she came a little closer, they would immediately cover their mouths and noses and glance at her with disgust from the corners of their eyes. , and left in a hurry.

Only the young man with the sword walked over, took her hand, and gave her hot steamed buns to eat.

Although the dilapidated house leaked when it rained and was a little dark and damp, it looked particularly bright because of his presence.

The glory and wealth are like passing clouds, and she does not care about them.

She had seen the wealthy businessman who was about to marry. He was less than seven feet tall and looked like a dwarf. Not only that, he also had seven concubines.

The wealthy businessman's first wife passed away last year, and the position of the first wife was vacant. This time he happened to marry into the Wu family and marry her as his second wife.

There was a hint of bitterness at the corner of Wu Yulan's mouth.

Her father completely regarded her as a tool for marriage.

Also, his father, Wu Qinren, had many daughters, and she ranked third. Wu Qinren's wives and concubines gave him a total of more than a dozen daughters. One daughter was really nothing to him.

She was desperate now. She was helpless and had no ability to resist.

Except in dreams, she could still see him, which was impossible in this life.

"Miss Third, this servant has brought you food."

The maid pushed open the door and came in from the outside, holding a tray with dishes, chopsticks, etc. in her hand.

"Didn't you say that I won't eat anything? Take them all out." Wu Yulan said coldly.

"Miss Third, the food this time is different, there are very special ingredients." the maid said in a low voice.

"Special material? It's poison, right? My good father, can't wait to kill me?" Wu Yulan sneered coldly.

"Miss Third, look here."

The maid placed the tray on the table and reached out to lift the large plate on top. There was actually a folded piece of letter paper underneath.

"Is this?" Wu Yulan was shocked and confused. She immediately felt that this was another conspiracy of her father. What did he want to do?
Chapter completed!