He was in a trance for a moment, and still remembered that the injuries he had been injured in the past were bandaged by military doctors in the military camp. If he was on the battlefield, he would have been slightly injured and could not get off the line of fire. He tore off a strip of cloth from his body and wrapped the wound. How could he have been so gentlely taken care of by someone?

Wen Ning'er's gesture was gentle, and while blowing the man's wound, she wrapped the cotton cloth layer by layer on the man's wound. Her breath was gentle and soft. It only made him feel itchy when blown on the man's wound. It seemed that someone took a feather in his heart and gently fiddled it over.

After bandaging the wound, Wen Ning'er took out another clean dress and served the man to put it on. Ling Yuanfeng saw that her eyes were red and he felt unbearable. He hugged her on his knees, which made Wen Ning'er exclaim, "Your wound..."

"It's not a problem." Ling Yuanfeng shook his head and comforted him, "It's just some flesh and blood wounds, don't worry."

Wen Ning'er remembered the bloody and bloody piece just now, but now the man said it lightly, just to avoid worrying herself.

Thinking of this, she felt even more uncomfortable. She stretched out her arm, put her arms around the man's neck, and begged again, "Mr., you have earned a lot of money back in the past few days. Let's save some money in the future. Don't go again, okay?"

Ling Yuanfeng was silent for a moment and said, "I was careless today. I promised you that there will never be such a thing again in the future."

Wen Ning'er heard this and wanted to say something again, but the man cut it off. "Ning'er, her father-in-law and mother-in-law are old, and Ling'er and the others are still young, and the places where they need money are still behind. I have thought about it. It is indeed not enough to rely on the iron to make a move, so I still have to go up the mountain. I'll be careful."

Wen Ning'er became slightly anxious and said, "But..." As soon as she spoke, she saw the man smile and continued, "Besides, we will have children in the future, how can we not save more money?"

This sentence made her little face turn red, she lowered her eyes and said angrily, "What are you talking about?"

The man stretched out his big hand, tidied up the scattered hair on her forehead, and smiled, "I didn't say nonsense. You are still young and will give birth to me again in the future."

Wen Ning'er looked at him quietly and saw that his eyebrows and eyes were full of gentleness and deep eyes were full of pampering. Her heart became soft. Although she already had three children at home, she didn't bother with it at all. The man was right. If she could, she still hoped to have a few more children for him.

Thinking of this, the fair little face turned slightly red. She lowered her eyes, buried her face in the man's chest, and said softly, "I want to give birth to a baby for you, but I don't want you to be hurt."

Ling Yuanfeng hugged her in his arms, leaned over and fell on her hair and kissed her, his low tone as calm as ever; "Believe me, this is the first time and the last time."

Seeing that he was unwilling to change his mind, Wen Ning'er stopped talking. She sighed slightly and only moved her body closer to the man.

Ling Yuanfeng hugged her quietly, feeling her boneless body soft, leaning warmly in his arms, which only made a warm feeling surge in his heart. He closed his eyes and let himself indulge in such gentle tranquility.

Only the candlelight made the two figures leaning against each other very long, very long...

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The next day, although Ling Yuanfeng was injured, he still got up early.

He opened the door of the iron shop and started his day's work. Because he was seriously injured on his right arm, the heavy hammer was picked up and the wound was hurt even after a few strokes.

He was not concerned about it, but he was worried that the wound would collapse and that he would continue to bleed again. Wen Ning'er would definitely be very worried when he saw it. When he thought about it this way, he had to put the hammer down and take a rest.

Not long after, there were more pedestrians on the street. I heard the sound of horse hooves, and the originally peaceful town suddenly had a commotion.

When Ling Yuanfeng went out, he saw that there were two officials from the yamen. He was posting the imperial list there, and there were already people around him.

He frowned slightly, but he didn't know what was going on in the emperor's list.

After the official left, he put down his hammer and walked towards the crowd. When he saw the words on the emperor's list clearly, his face was as quiet as water, making people unable to see any expression. Until a soft voice came from behind, he turned his head and saw Wen Ning'er holding the three boys in his arms, standing there and calling him softly.

He squeezed out of the crowd and carried his son over without caring about the injuries on his body. The third boy was strong, and although he was just over one year old, his body was very heavy. It was very difficult for Wen Ning'er to hold him.

"What did the emperor list say?" Back at the shop, Wen Ning'er's eyes were slightly panicked, as if she was afraid that the words on the emperor list were related to the man in front of her.

Ling Yuanfeng put his son down, looked at her eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "The emperor will get married next month and marry Princess Xiliang."

Wen Ning'er was stunned. For some reason, she remembered the handsome man in white, beautiful and uncast. I remember when I met in the palace, I thought he was a eunuch, but I didn't expect that he would be married now.

"Ning'er?" Perhaps seeing her insane, Ling Yuanfeng called her.

Wen Ning'er came to her senses and saw that the third boy was playing tricks on Ling Yuanfeng's iron tools. She was afraid of hurting the child, so she hurriedly carried the third boy back.

Ling Yuanfeng saw her busy work and stopped saying anything. It happened that Ling'er led Xin'er out to play at this time. When the third boy saw her sister, he started to make a fuss in Wen Ning'er's arms. He struggled hard and wanted to go out with his sister.

Wen Ning'er had no choice but to put him down. After giving Ling'er a few words, she asked her to lead her younger brother and sister out to play.

When she turned around, she saw the man standing there, with a pair of black eyes looking at her deeply. She looked at the man in confusion. She said what was wrong. As soon as she asked, she saw Ling Yuanfeng approaching her. Her black pupils were like the deep sea under the moon, which made her look unreal.

"Mr.?" She made a soft voice, her eyes as pure as autumn water, as if they could drip into water.

Ling Yuanfeng looked at her. Although she had given birth to two children, Wen Ning'er was still beautiful and gentle. She stood there, even no difference from when she just married her. Her little face as big as a palm was still as clean as a lotus, her skin was as delicate as porcelain, and her eyes were as clear as water.

He looked at her for a long time, and finally smiled faintly and said, "It's nothing, I'm thinking too much."

Wen Ning'er felt even more confused after hearing this, but seeing that he obviously didn't want to say much, she stopped asking and just returned to the backyard to prepare for lunch.

Ling Yuanfeng looked at her back, and at the moment, he suddenly thought in his mind that if Wen Ning'er had not married him, when she saw a handsome and handsome man like Dingtao, she would have been moved?

He withdrew his gaze and thought that his thought was really funny. He shook his head and picked up the hammer again. Just as he was about to work, he saw a little man walking slowly into the shop.

He looked up and saw a smile appearing on the corner of his lips. He saw that the little man's eyebrows were picturesque, his pink face was as white as snow, which was Xin'er.

He stepped forward, squatted down his tall body in front of his daughter, and whispered, "What's wrong with Xin'er?"

Xin'er is now over three years old, but she is very sensible and well-behaved and never cries.

"Dad..." Xin'er called out in a slight voice.

Ling Yuanfeng looked at her and felt a soft heart. He stretched out his arms and hugged Xin'er's small body in his arms. He kissed his daughter's face before saying, "Is anyone bullying you?"

Although the couple of three children in the family always treat Ling'er as their biological daughter, because she is Lord Song's daughter after all, both herself and Wen Ning'er are even more spoiled with Ling'er. For example, when she makes new clothes, Ling'er wears them first. Only when she wears small or old clothes, it will fall on Xin'er's head.

Because the third boy is the only boy in the family, he is the youngest and likes to make trouble on weekdays, Wen Ning'er's thoughts naturally fall on him more. In this way, Xin'er becomes the least favored child in the family.

When Ling Yuanfeng thought of this, he felt that his heart was even more loving. His eyes looked at Xin'er were full of tenderness and kindness. He was either busy with work in the iron shop or had to go up the mountain, and there was too little time to spend with his children.

"Dad, do you and your mother don't like Xin'er?" The three-year-old baby, with big watery eyes, flashed with long eyelashes, and looked very similar to Wen Ning'er.

Ling Yuanfeng frowned and said, "Who said this?"

Xin'er slapped her mouth, and she seemed to be crying, "In the morning, my mother gave her sister a piece of osmanthus cake and her brother a piece, but she didn't give her..."

After Xin'er finished speaking, tears of grievance could no longer bear it, falling down drop by drop.

Ling Yuanfeng felt anger suddenly burst into his heart after hearing his daughter's words. He held his daughter with one hand and wiped away the tears for the child with the other hand, comforting him warmly, "Xin'er, don't cry, if Xiner wants to eat cakes, Dad will take you to buy it now."

After speaking, the work in the shop was put down. Ling Yuanfeng held the villain in his arms and walked towards the market. When the father and daughter came back, Wen Ning'er looked at Ling Yuanfeng holding Xin'er's little hand with one hand, while the other hand was full of various snacks. Xin'er was holding a piece of osmanthus cake, which was delicious.

"Why have you bought so many snacks?" Wen Ning'er looked at the man, but was very confused.
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