The next day.

The light rain was falling on the river bank, and two fast horses were galloping on the muddy official road, heading towards Lin'an County.

Ye Jingtang rode a charcoal-red horse in front, wearing a cape and a bamboo hat. Because the man was tall and the horse was very majestic, from a distance it looked like an iron tower running in the rain.

Fan Qinghe followed closely on a black horse, hugging the slender Master Xuanji, wrapping the two of them together in a rainproof cloak, and did not forget to whisper in a low voice as he hurried on:

"You are a monk after all, why are you so thick-skinned? I want you to help wipe yourself down..."

"I wiped it."

"Are you wiping yourself?"

"Why not? Why don't you ask Ye Jingtang if it was wiped clean?"

"You...spit..."

…

The soft whisper reached his ears, and Ye Jingtang's eyes showed a smile, feeling that Miss Fan had indeed blamed Shui'er a little bit wrongly.

Last night at the inn, Shui'er seemed to be doing her job well, but the way she wiped herself was a bit burnt.

For example, when wiping his legs, he would ride on a towel and rub the white jade tiger on his legs; when wiping his back, he would sit up, put the towel on his chest, and lean in to rub it slowly; in the end, he would even use his not-so-rich capital.

, helped him push the watermelon.

Although it was quite slow to wipe the time like this, there was no problem judging from the results, and it also allowed him to experience unparalleled family status.

It's a pity that Shui'er's starting stance is relatively fierce. If he really fights, it can be said that he has no strength with his hands. He will be defeated in two or three moves and don't give up anymore. If he were stronger, he would probably be able to transform into a succubus and take him down.

Damn it...

Hoof-clack, hoof-clack...

Ye Jingtang recalled what he had experienced last night, and unknowingly crossed over seventy miles of mountainous roads and returned to the vicinity of Lin'an City.

They were all busy with matters at Wanghai Tower in Xiaoshan Fort. They were waiting for the Chinese New Year and had nothing else to do. The three of them originally intended to go back to Jiangzhou City directly and did not plan to stop in Lin'an County.

But when they passed by Tangling Pier on the official road, Ye Jingtang found a figure standing in a stone pavilion by the river.

The figure is dressed in green clothes and a curtain hat, with skirts and curtains fluttering in the river breeze, looking eastward at the Dongling Mountains in the distance.

Ye Jingtang and Ning'er have been together for so long, and are very familiar with this cold figure. He recognized his wife when they were more than a mile away. His eyes were full of surprise, and with a slight "drive!", he stepped out of the official road and ran past Qinghuang.

Lawn, calling from afar:

"Ning'er."

In the stone pavilion by the river, Luo Ning looked at the villa where she grew up since she was a child. She could not help but get a little distracted when touching objects and thinking about emotions.

Hearing the call from behind, Luo Ning turned around. She wanted to run over quickly, but she didn't want to show the longing for Si Lang in her heart, so she turned around and faced the Night Jing Hall, watching silently.

Ye Jingtang has long been accustomed to this look. He stopped his horse and flew to the ground when he was still a few feet away. He quickly walked into the stone pavilion, lifted the curtain and looked at his face:

"Ning'er, why are you here?"

Luo Ning pressed down the hand that lifted the curtain, frowned slightly and said:

"There are all acquaintances around here, don't do anything... I heard that Long Zhengqing had issued a challenge, so I came over to see if you were seriously injured."

Ye Jingtang spread his arms and said with a smile: "It's just a skin injury, there's nothing wrong with it."

Luo Ning looked carefully and after making sure there was nothing unusual, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the two people coming from behind.

Master Xuanji also saw Luo Ning. Seeing Ye Jingtang running past, he didn't immediately come forward to disturb him. He just stayed on the horse with Qing He and watched from a distance.

Seeing Ning'er looking over, Master Xuanji raised her eyebrows and motioned to Ye Jingtang. Her eyes were ambiguous and incomprehensible, and it seemed that she was inviting a team fight.

??

Luo Ning's face turned cold when she saw this arrogant look. She ignored her and asked instead:

"Where's the bird?"

"Chi~" A coo came from the luggage on the side of the horse.

Ye Jingtang glanced back, and when he saw that Shui'er and the others hadn't come over, he withdrew his gaze:

"You came here alone?"

"Bai Jin is here too, practicing at the inn."

When Luo Ning said this, she remembered something. She quietly tightened her grip on Ye Jingtang's waist, her eyes slightly cold:

"What did you give Bai Jin and Yunli two days ago? Huh?"

Ye Jingtang subconsciously stood up a little straighter and raised his hand slightly:

"I just paid for Miss Fan's clothes. I didn't even go in. They chose the clothes themselves and it has nothing to do with me."

"snort."

For the sake of broad daylight, Luo Ning didn't hold on, smoothed her clothes flat, and motioned to Dongling Villa in the distance:

"Little thief, please go back with me and take a look."

Ye Jingtang originally wanted to take Ning'er home to have a look, so when he saw this, he naturally didn't say much and went back to the horse and took out the oil-paper umbrella:

"Do Leader Xue and Shui'er want to be together?"

"..."

When Luo Ning faced this question, her red lips moved slightly, but she was a little hesitant.

Bai Jin and Shui'er both have a good relationship with her, so it stands to reason that when they reach the place, they should go to the grave together.

But she and Bai Jin haven't divorced yet, and her ex Shui'er slept with Ye Jingtang again, and they went to pay homage to their parents together. I'm afraid it would be a bit messy...

Luo Ning hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Let them rest first. You can just go with me."

Ye Jingtang nodded, turned around and waved to Miss Fan who was waiting in the distance, and then walked with Ning'er towards Dongling Villa in the distance...

——

Shashasha~~

The river bank path is surrounded by bamboo forests, and the sound of the thin rain blocks out all sounds from the outside world.

Ye Jingtang held an oil-paper umbrella with his left hand, unfolded his cloak with his right hand, put his arms around Ning'er's shoulders, hugged each other and hid under the umbrella, walking along the path, his eyes falling on the surrounding scenery.

The entire Dongling Mountain used to be the property of the Luo family. The bamboo forest where it is located can be regarded as the back mountain, and further inside is the ancestral tomb. For this reason, Zhuangzi sold this place and still retained it; although the ancestral tomb still contains the former apprentices of the Luo family.

The bamboo forest has basically become a deserted forest, and only the middle path can be walked around.

Luo Ning took off her curtain hat and leaned against Ye Jingtang, with a touch of sadness on her cold and beautiful cheeks, and whispered softly as she walked:

"This bamboo forest is where my father and mother used to practice martial arts. Have you seen that stone pillar? There used to be an open space around it. My mother taught me to play the pipa there. No one has taken care of it for so many years, and it has been abandoned.

…”

Seeing Ning'er's depressed expression, Ye Jingtang thought for a moment and said:

"It hasn't been idle for a few years. I didn't have the chance to take care of it before. I bought Zhuangzi back in the past two days. From now on, we will come to Jiangzhou to spend the winter every winter. I can just leave the daily care to Uncle Chen."

Luo Ning's eyes moved slightly, but after some consideration, she still shook her head and said:

"A place with family members is called a natal home. If there is no one there, it is just a house. There is no point in buying it back. If you are really serious, you should get a house in Nanxiao Mountain and find a way to come back with me for a period of time every year."

Ye Jingtang knew what this meant, it was that Bing Tuo Tuo was in Nanxiao Mountain, and although Ning'er had followed him, she still couldn't let go of Bai Jin and wanted to go back and visit him from time to time.

He is the leader of the Pingtian Sect of the Great Wei Dynasty and the leader of a rebel bandit. It is obviously very difficult to visit during the holidays. The only solution is for the Pingtian Sect to accept the recruitment and merge the two families into one family.

Ye Jingtang thought about it for a moment, hugged his shoulders tighter, lowered his head and tapped his forehead:

"Don't worry. I promised Luo Nuxia back then that I would either let the Pingtian Sect accept the recruitment or let the Wei Dynasty surrender to the Pingtian Sect. I will do it."

Luo Ning didn't dislike the little thief Bobo, but she immediately walked to the ancestral grave, and her ancestors were watching. Suddenly she was chewed, and her heart suddenly became anxious, and her eyes pinched her waist in shame:

"Why are you neither light nor heavy? How can you act recklessly here..."

"My fault, my fault."

Ye Jingtang quickly released his hands and stood upright with a solemn look on his face.

Luo Ning bit her lower lip lightly, and after thinking about it, she helped Ye Jingtang tidy up her clothes and hair. After she was meticulously dressed, she took Ye Jingtang into the ancestral mausoleum and came to the hill near the river.

The mausoleum where the husband and wife are buried together is on the top of a hill, overlooking the mountains and rivers along the river. Ning'er came here last time to clean up the weeds and fallen leaves. The surrounding area looks clean. There are still paper money and ashes of incense in front of the tombstone.

Before Luo Ning brought a man to the tomb for the first time, she could faintly see shyness and nervousness on her face. After looking at the tombstone, she knelt down and said softly:

"Dad, mother. This is the Night Terror Hall. I...well...the confidant I met in Jianghu is a few years younger than me, but he is very nice and very capable..."

The people in the tomb may not be able to hear it at all, but in Luo Ning's heart, her parents must be able to hear it.

Ye Jingtang held the oil-paper umbrella over Ning'er's head, lifted up his robe and knelt down beside her, listening to Ning'er's soft words.

Luo Ning was kneeling upright. After talking for a while, she turned to look at the Night Terror Hall:

"Xiao...Jingtang, do you want to say a few words?"

Ye Jingtang held an oil-paper umbrella and looked at the tombstone in front of him. His mind moved slightly, and he also thought about some words. But in the end, he turned his eyes and looked at the cold and charming face so close:

"How about we get engaged."
To be continued...