"It was after your father learned about this that he did not blame her too much."

Jia Huan sighed and said, "When will the revenge be repaid? Mingyue, let it go."

"But... but can't she challenge my father openly?"

Dong Mingyue obviously still couldn't let go, but thinking about it is true. If she could let go of her hatred with just a few words from Jia Huan, then she would not be a 14 or 15-year-old girl, but a Buddha.

Jia Huan said bitterly: "Don't you know how good your father is? Don't you say that Xuanwu is just a girl in her twenties. Even if her grandfather is not dead, her father, her uncle, and her whole family will not be enough for your father to kill. Besides, when the enemy and us fight, what strategy can't be used? Think about it, she is a thousand household in the Black Ice Platform, and she is not a person in the martial arts world."

Dong Mingyue obviously understood the wrong direction, looked at Jia Huan biting her teeth and said, "You court hawks are the most hateful."

Jia Huan said speechlessly: "Mingyue, you have to understand one thing. Now you want to save your father, there is only one way."

Dong Mingyue hurriedly said, "What method?"

Jia Huan said seriously: "As I said just now, if my ancestors of the Jia family are alive, let alone your father, even if everyone in the Hei Bingtai prison is released, no one dares to say anything. Because my grandfather is the number one boss in the army and has made great achievements. So, all you can do is to help me become a person like my grandfather, and you may rescue your father in the future.

Today I looked at the guards of the Black Ice Platform. The King of Hell’s Senluo Temple is almost like that. There are shooting holes for powerful crossbows everywhere, and the tunnel is still narrow and cramped. It is impossible to avoid it by relying on body skills. So you don’t even think about the way to seek death by robbing prison.

Mingyue, your father is the foundation of the Super Wushu Sect. Even if his hands and feet are damaged, his Qihai is still... but his body is still there, and he can live at least a few decades. So think about it, is this the reason I am talking about?"

Dong Mingyue was confused and said, "How can I help you become a person like your grandfather?"

Jia Huan smiled and said, "It's very simple, just help me practice martial arts."

Dong Mingyue looked at Jia Huan in a daze and nodded slowly.

If we want to evaluate the ten words that Jia Huan said most regretful in the 14th year of Longzheng, then Jia Huan believes that this sentence can rank first.

...

"Mom, let's go out together and have fun. I have someone put up a curtain there to cover it, but outsiders can't see it. Just Xiao Jixiang and Bai He and others will accompany you to watch the fun."

After Jia Huan changed his clothes, he was carrying a strange-looking stringed zither behind him, and was persuading Aunt Zhao to go out to watch the fun together.

Although Xiao Jixiang is also very yearning for him, there are many men from the village outside the village. For wealthy families, this kind of thing is still very taboo.

Therefore, she is always fun and playful, but she doesn't dare to say anything more at this time.

Just a pair of round big eyes flashed and looked at Jia Huan, cheering him up, hoping that he could convince Aunt Zhao.

Aunt Zhao still understands the rules: "Stop stinging your mother. If you really have this filial piety, separate the men and women, and play with men and women, and the women are happy in the other. This man and woman are mixed together, and it's okay for a small villager to have a small family. People like us will pass it to the old lady, and see that she won't peel my mother's skin."

Jia Huan scratched his head and said, "Isn't it over just pretending that the farmers outside are servants?"

Although Aunt Zhao hasn't seen her son for a long time and misses her very much, she still cannot be careless in this kind of defense. She still has a small thought in her heart, hoping that one day she can return to the Jia family, so how can she be taboo in such matters?

So Aunt Zhao waved her hand impatiently and drove her away, "Go and go, what should you do? Remember to send an old lady to send half of the roasted lamb leg in. I have my own brewed fruit here, so you don't have to send wine. Well, Xiao Jixiang is still young, so there is no need to be too much. Just take her out for fun. This little hoof. Your eyes stick to your body and you can't pull it off."

"Grandma, where do I have it~~"

Although he was coquettish on his mouth, his eyes were curved and he kept smiling at Jia Huan.

"Bah, I've got a bunch of Hu's papers together. Gangbangbang, hurry up and get out of here."

...

"Third Master..."

"Um?"

"Third Master..."

"Um"

"Third Master..."

"If you want to kiss me, it's OK now. But if you want to spoil me, you can only wait for the evening."

Jia Huan said regretfully.

"Oh who...who wants to ruin you?"

Xiao Jixiang's face was as red as an apple, and she said shyly.

“Oh~~”

Jia Huan pulled his voice long, then suddenly turned around and whispered on Xiao Jixiang's face as seductive as an apple.

Then he laughed and walked out with big strides.

Xiao Jixiang stood there stupidly for two seconds, then suddenly smiled sweetly, happy, happy

"San Master, wait for me"

With a pair of short legs and embroidered cloth shoes, Xiao Jixiang chased Jia Huan's back "dial" with her "dial".

...

Although everyone is gathered together and lively, there are still rules. The wives and women are clearly separated.

Xiao Jixiang was also sensible. After arriving at the open space at the entrance of the village, he let go of Jia Huan's hand and ran to the women's camp. After greeting a few women with a smile, hello and stayed there to joke.

However, Jia Huan's outfit made Niu Ben laugh at him: "What's the thing you carved? Isn't this the huqin used for beards in the West City tavern? How about you?"

Jia Huan compared his middle finger to him disdainfully, then turned over the huqin behind him, also called the guitar thing, and played a melody smoothly under the stunned gaze of Niu Ben and others.

It was "Xiaofang" that Jia Huan once hummed with them.

Not only Niu Ben likes this little song, but even the three Han brothers would hum a few lines from time to time in secret.

This is also one of the evidence that Jia Huan said that they are sulky.

Seeing that Jia Huan could play "Xiaofang", Niu Ben was overjoyed. Niu Ben even jumped up, ran to the bonfire that was lit up, and shouted to the craftsmen of the two camps: "In order to express your hard work last year, our owner Jia decided to sing a small song in person to reward everyone."

Welcome a hammer

Everyone looked at each other. This artist who sang music was a industry that was more cheap than the craftsmen...

Belongs to the lower nine-rate people. Who dares to let Jia Zhuang lead the song?

Isn't this a mortal mortality?

If it weren't for knowing that Niu Ben and Jia Huan were sympathetic to each other, Hu Laoba and others would be ready to fuck someone

The quiet scene made Niu Ben extremely embarrassed and he was almost unable to get out of Taiwan.

Jia Huan and the Han brothers laughed so hard that they were lying on each other and watching his jokes.

Finally, seeing that Jia Huan was not angry, it was Xiao Jixiang, who was among the female family, who took the lead in cheering loudly, which made the atmosphere become hot.

Now, who in the Jia family village can't hum a few small songs?

They were all recorded by women in the village when they were working in the greenhouse and listening to Xiao Jixiang, Xiaoque, or even Aunt Zhao hummed.

Then it spread throughout Zhuangzi.

In this era, there are no popular little songs. There are many yellow songs, and there are also old Qin songs.

But the old Qin opera is heart-wrenching and singing, which is similar to the rock in later generations, and is not suitable for ordinary people to hum.

Another thing is drama, but drama requires certain basic skills. Ordinary merchants can’t watch many shows in the end all year round. How can they have the ability to sing?

However, loving to sing may be human nature. I suddenly heard such a simple and simple little song, how could the people in Zhuangzi not love evil?

However, everyone likes it, but never heard of it all.

No one has the courage to ask the people in the main courtyard to sing it to them. They hum secretly on weekdays...

Today, I have a bright opportunity to let them, especially them, listen to it in full swing. How could I be unhappy?

So everyone's cheers were extremely enthusiastic.

Jia Huan was also involved in the show. He was holding the guitar in a very sexy way and waved his hands to say hello:

"Friends behind, how are you?"

He made the bulls jump and laughed out loud...

However, seeing such an approachable lord, the merchants were very happy, with cheers and heat waves, one level higher than the other.

Aunt Zhao, who stared at the main yard with big eyes, gritted her teeth in anger, and she said that she had scolded her for being a maggot, such as the evil spirits of maggots, and many times...

Even Dong Mingyue, who was originally hiding in the study, was very curious when she heard the cheers outside, and was doing what was going on outside?

Will the meeting of Wang Dacheng?

...

The crowd calmed down.

Jia Huan stood in front of the bonfire, shining with light...

He slowly roamed the strings of the modified guitar, and a string of bright chords rang out.

"There is a girl named Xiaofang in the village who looks good and kind.

A pair of beautiful big eyes, thick and long braids

…”

This is a simple era, a group of people who are easily satisfied and a group of people who are easily happy.

A pair of dark faces, eyes full of curiosity, excitement and joy.
To be continued...