Zhao Luoyang spoke quickly, his eyes lowered and his eyes averted.
This is something the little Hui Hui has never looked like in my memory.
Xiao Yu felt an itch in his heart when he saw it, and couldn't help teasing her.
"If not, will you leave later?"
The quilt was warm and the person he cared about was beside him. Xiao Yu wanted to stay like this for a while longer.
Hearing this, Zhao Luoyang subconsciously stopped turning around, thinking that Xiao Yu had something to say.
Xiao Yu said: "If you sit next to me, I might sleep more soundly."
This person...
After not seeing each other for many years, I haven’t developed any other skills, and I seem to have a lot of bad thoughts.
Zhao Luoyang stopped talking to Xiao Yu and turned around to move the warm cage over. When he was a child, the little mute's hands were always warm. When it was cold, she would huddle up and the little mute would let her step on his feet.
.
Now his body has become like this. He stands so tall, but he is also too thin.
It would be a lie to say that I was not touched in my heart.
After putting up the warm cage, Zhao Luoyang quickly left the house without giving Xiao Yu a chance to speak. The moment he stepped out, he heard Xiao Yu's laughter.
It was very light, like a feather, gently sweeping past her ear.
Xiao Yu stared at the door, listening to her footsteps getting further and further away. After a long time, he turned his head and closed his eyes peacefully.
In fact, Chen's mother is outside. It's okay to call her in and give her a few instructions, but she doesn't want to be separated from her for too long. If she calls him Shi Jiu and he doesn't answer, he will probably worry about something going wrong in the system.
The feeling of being involved came again. When Shi Jiu opened his eyes, he was still slightly dizzy. He was back in the system.
Traveling back and forth on weekdays always comes at a cost. For example, for a period of time, you may feel dizzy and find it difficult to concentrate.
Fortunately, every time he would rush back before Zhao Luoyang woke up, and after a short rest, he could talk to Zhao Luoyang naturally.
"Shijiu."
"Shijiu."
Hearing Zhao Luoyang speak, Shi Jiu frowned and reluctantly answered.
"Um."
"Did you hear that?" Zhao Luoyang said, "The little mute is from the Xiao family."
Shi Jiu said: "I heard it."
Zhao Luoyang didn't know what to say.
Shi Jiu thought for a moment: "Didn't you say that no matter who he is, he is your little mute!"
Zhao Luoyang thought of the way Xiao Yu looked at her and immediately retorted: "That's not what I said."
Shi Jiu said: "That's what I remember."
Zhao Luoyang's voice became softer: "I didn't say it was my little mute."
Shi Jiu patiently induced: "Besides you, would anyone else call him that?"
Zhao Luoyang was speechless for a moment.
"Aren't you always thinking about him?" Shi Jiu said, "Wouldn't it be nice for him to come back?"
Although the little mute has changed now, she still feels...
Zhao Luoyang said: "It's good to have him back."
Shi Jiu smiled silently.
Zhao Luoyang walked out of the yard and saw Mother Chen.
Zhao Luoyang said: "We talked for a while. Prince Wang said he was tired, so he went to rest on the couch."
Mother Chen nodded with a smile: "Then I'll put in an extra warm cage. After the young master got sick, he was particularly afraid of the cold. In the past, this was not the case. The masters in the house all wore long cloaks, but he only wore a coat. Sometimes he had to rush on the road.
, that horse ran so fast, no one else would be able to stand it..."
Zhao Luoyang had never seen the little mute look like this, so he must be very high-spirited.
"It will be fine," Zhao Luoyang said, "when the time comes, things will be back to their original state."
"I'd like to lend you your kind words." Mother Chen nodded.
Zhao Xuejing was already waiting impatiently. If Zhao Luoyang didn't come out again, he would ask Wang Huai to take him to find him. How much did Mother Chen have to say to Sister Luo? It's been a long time.
"Third uncle." Zhao Luoyang called Zhao Xuejing.
Zhao Xuejing immediately looked at Zhao Luoyang and found that she was smiling and didn't look like anything was wrong, so he felt relieved.
The uncle and nephew said goodbye to Huaiguang and Mother Chen.
When Zhao Luoyang got on the carriage, he found that there were two more heaters in the carriage, which were obviously prepared by Mother Chen.
She didn't refuse, but accepted it generously.
Based on her friendship with the little mute, if these things were given back and forth, they would become more and more different. This would prevent the little mute from finding various reasons to give her money and gifts.
"What did you say?" Zhao Xuejing couldn't help but ask Zhao Luoyang on the way back.
Zhao Luoyang said: "Mother Chen told me about the things in the village."
No wonder. Zhao Xuejing said: "They still know this?"
Zhao Luoyang said: "The Wang family has been in the north and can hear some news."
Xiao Yu gave her more than just a little bit of news. In the box he showed her later, there was also a portrait of Princess Changle, which was drawn when the Qi envoy went to Xibo after Wu Songqi passed away in the 18th year of Zhengyuan.
What she looked like when she saw the princess.
Maybe after many years, there are slight differences, but the demeanor should be almost the same.
The princess in the portrait looked to be in her twenties, but she was only sixteen at the time.
Zhao Xuejing didn't speak anymore, and Zhao Luoyang said to Shi Jiu: "The princess is very similar to the Bai family mentioned by the system. Now it seems that there are some tasks that cannot be interpreted superficially."
Shi Jiu said: "It is indeed similar, so you suspect that the Bai family in the village is not the real Bai family?"
"Well," Zhao Luoyang said, "but there are some differences. Bai married Wu Songjie in the 16th year of Zhengyuan, but the princess only married after Wusongjie's brother died. At that time, it was Zhengyuan.
Eighteen years."
"Furthermore, Bai gave birth to two boys and a girl to Wusongjie. Although the princess became pregnant several times, the children in her belly did not survive. She could only record the births of Wusongjie's concubine in her name. These two
The difference is so different that it looks like they are talking about two people."
Even so, Zhao Luoyang felt that the Bai family must be related to the princess.
It seems that it can only be revealed bit by bit.
…
Return to the village.
Mrs. Yang had already prepared the meals.
All the food was bought, and everyone in the village had smiles on their faces.
If nothing else, there is enough food in front of us anyway.
The cart of charcoal brought by Shi Ping and Feng Laosan was also sold out, and the money earned was handed over to Zhao Xueli, waiting for everyone to have urgent needs.
Zhao Xueyi and Niu Jiaye both stayed in the house making troughs and never came out again.
Old Mrs. Yang said: "I went to see it a few times. The three of them didn't know what to say together. No one paid attention to me. I brought some water over, but no, they didn't even move."
Not only Zhao Xueyi and Mr. Niu, but Mr. Song was also like this. He used a lot of ink and paper to write calculations. In the meantime, Mrs. Yang used the excuse of delivering food to go in and take a look.
It looks like a spinning wheel, but I don't understand anything else.
"You'll know in a few days," Zhao Luoyang said, "I'll go see Fourth Uncle and the others."
She was well prepared. This time she went to the village, it was different from the last time. She had to gather enough of Bai's charm points to use the gun.
Zhao Xueyi and Niu Daochang and his son were busy all afternoon, and the trough was almost done.
"It needs to be lower here, and the wooden fence above can be denser."
Zhao Luoyang took a look and saw that the things he made were similar to those in the system redemption book.
"It will be almost done tomorrow," Zhao Xueyi said, "then we will practice again and make a few more."
Zhao Luoyang nodded.
Several people went to the house to have dinner together. Everyone had been busy all day, and the food tasted particularly delicious.
After dinner, when everyone was clearing away the dishes, Zhao Luoyang pulled Old Mrs. Yang aside.
"Milk," Zhao Luoyang whispered, "I want to tell you something."
Old Mrs. Yang said: "What's going on? Why is it so mysterious?"
Zhao Luoyang pursed his lips and said, "I found the little mute."