Village Girl Struggle

The long street is wide enough to line up dozens of horse-drawn carriages. The street is flat, and the smoothly polished bluestone is almost like a mirror.

The street shops are in shape*, row upon row, and you can't see the sides at a glance.

Although the residential houses do not have the scary and luxurious buildings like Luojing, they are better than the overall standard, and there is no excessively gorgeous, nor excessively shabby.

The streets are crowded and busy, and there is a thriving scene.

Jiang Ying set foot in this dream-conscious place, and couldn't help but worry about it. His eyes seemed to be inadequate, and he looked around greedily. Even a gray road stele on the corner of the street would have to linger on his eyes several times.

There are men and women who are greeted by the shops on the long street. The men are more kind, the women are more fit, and the colors of the clothes are according to everyone's preference.

There is that sexy, sleeved waistband, leggings and boots, dressed neatly and neatly.

There is that elegant, wide robe and deep clothing, with a cloud head and footwear under one foot, or the underbelly as the wind, or the fluttering crane cloak, which is endlessly elegant and elegant.

When I saw the elegant old woman in the street, there was a young servant with delicate eyes serving diligently, strolling in the courtyard, with a confident and calm expression on her face. There are often old couples. Although they are old and weak, they support each other and walk together slowly and leisurely to share the sunset.

Those are more beautiful women and handsome men, or couples, or groups of three or five, talking and laughing, flirting, and so sweet and envious.

Jiang Ying sniffed, eyes moist.

Huanhua Country, this king has finally returned after a few decades of absence.

Jiang Ying was sighing with emotion, and suddenly a soft and waxy childish voice came from under his feet.

"Auntie Mo is crying, this Tangtang is for you."

Jiang Ying looked down in amazement, and saw a little peas in front of his feet.

A chubby little girl, just above her knees.

The face was white and tender, fleshy, and his eyes were naturally bent into crescents. His expression is always sweet and smiling, but Crescent's eyes are full of sympathy at this time.

The little Dou Ding held a colorful lollipop in both hands, and stretched his feet hard, as if he was going to hand it to himself.

Huh, what's the situation?

Jiang Ying bent over, sniffed quickly, and asked with a smile, "Little sister, why are you giving sugar to auntie?"

Hey, the little girl from Huanhua Country looks pleasing to the eye. Courageous, beautiful, compassionate...

"Auntie wants to buy that. She didn't have any money, so she was crying! Niuniu has some money. Give this to her aunt."

Xiaodouding pointed to the stall with all kinds of candy on the opposite side of Jiang Ying, and blinked his sweet crescent eyes, very generous and generous.

Uh. Could it be that when I was full of emotions, my eyes were facing this stall?

Jiang Ying couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Fortunately, the innocent and cute baby in front of him was not too embarrassing.

"Niuniu! Niuniu, you are naughty again."

A young couple followed closely, and the man nervously picked up Xiaodou Ding, and looked at Jiang Ying slightly alertly.

"Uh. You, your Royal Highness Xiaoying!"

He actually recognized Jiang Ying.

Jiang Ying also recognized that this gentle man was his old acquaintance almost at the same time.

Isn't it the third master of the Rong family who is considerate and has learned a good cooking skill?

And the woman beside him. His age was the same as his own, his face was like a full moon, his skin was golden, his eyebrows were handsome and his eyes were straightened. It's a sassy daughter.

Hearing what her father-in-law said, the woman also clasped her fists and bowed to Jiang Ying.

"I have seen your Highness."

The attitude is downright and generous. There is no sense of crisis of rivalry at all.

Jiang Ying laughed and chatted with the couple.

"It turns out to be Young Master Rong San's virtuous couple. Ah, this is your darling girl. It's a good birth, but it's tight."

I couldn't help but feel a little sour, Rong San has a daughter, and he doesn't have a daughter to inherit the line...

Well, I always feel as if I have forgotten something.

"It's my little magic star, who is very naughty."

Young Master Rong San, who stretched out his hand to hug Xiaodouding, smiled gently. Although he said humble words, the gentleness in the eyebrows of his daughters was obvious.

The little girl was in her father's arms, but she was like a fish in the water. The lollipop that she hadn't sent out in her hand was put into her mouth, and she sucked, her eyes squirming, but she turned around on the faces of the three of them.

It's so enviable and jealous!

Jiang Ying's heart was slightly sour, only to hear Young Master Rong then ask, "I'm afraid there are several young ladies and young sons in the Royal Highness Xiaoying's mansion? How about Ji Wangfu?"

Miss? Little boy? Ji Wangfu?

Jiang Ying repeated these words in his heart, only to feel that he was not unfamiliar.

What's wrong with me?

Where am I?

I should be back, why is it so strange?

I seem to have lost a very important thing, ah, no, it's a lot of important things...

"His Royal Highness Xiaoying? Your Royal Highness..."

The last few shouts were heard by Jiang Ying like a spell, making her messy thoughts even more confusing. She stretched out her hand as if to grasp something, but everything in front of her was suddenly blurred, but a few While breathing, he walked away from her.

"Xiaoying? Xiaoying?"

A warm and pleasant voice rang in his ears, which relieved Jiang Ying's a little anxious heart.

Jiang Ying opened his eyes in confusion, the light in the room was still dim, and he still wanted to come at night.

The consciousness of the whole body was awakened. At this time, this place was still the Xuantianzhuang in the mountains northwest of Da Zhao.

She was still in her bedroom in her own farm.

The man next to him is young and clean, and has unlimited energy.

In three days, she and him will have a wedding.

This wedding is different from the general wedding in the Jokhang Kingdom. It is neither married nor married.

In addition to a few housekeepers in the house, it was the people in the farm that served as guests.

The husband and wife were both in the same yard, and before the wedding, the quasi-mother-in-law had already checked into the mistress's bedroom first to declare his sovereignty.

So naturally there are no red carpets, but the yard is newly decorated, and everyone is invited to have a lively gathering to witness the two finally hooked up, oh, it's just two feelings in one place.

Jiang Ying's spiritual consciousness gradually became clear, but his body involuntarily leaned against his chest. Fortunately, in this slightly cool night, he was absorbing some peaceful heat.

Zhao Xi hugged Jiang Ying's body in her arms, and the plump and soft, tightly pressed against her chest, which was the closest position to her heart.

Although it is not the first taste of bliss, but when the skin blind date, he always makes his heart beat faster, and he is crazy.

Of course, this is not a good time.

Zhao Xi took a calm breath and suppressed the restlessness.

In Jiang Ying's ear, he whispered, "Xiao Ying has a nightmare?"

Only when she has nightmares, Xiaoying will utter unexplained babbles, which seem to be narrations and sighs.

But I can't understand the meaning at all.

There was a slight light in the sky outside, and it was about to dawn.

With the faint light, Jiang Ying could see Zhao Xi half-stretched next to him, facing him with a slender neck and smooth chin.

No matter who it is, it will be beautiful and delicious when you open your eyes, and even the bad mood will change for the better.

That's the case for Jiang Ying.

Zhao Xi stretched out her hand and moved Jiang Ying's broken forehead hair to the sides, revealing the full forehead. Her long eyebrows still carry a little sharp, like an ink-colored willow leaf knife, but they are already in between the eyebrows. Xuanlang has gone through the world freely.

The eyes under the long eyebrows are still as bright as stars. At this time, Yin woke up from his dream with some rare fragility, blinked at him, and hummed squeamishly from his nose.

This was not Jiang Ying's style in the past, but his strange appetite caused him to grow a few spring grasses in his heart, spurring in the wind.

Zhao Xi smiled and asked softly with a low eyebrow, "Nightmare, what did Xiaoying dream of?"

As he asked, the other hand of the undercover was not idle, that Yushan was soft and slender, and there was something wonderful about it.

Jiang Ying only felt soft and could not help but exclaimed in a low voice, "Xiao Xi, you..."

Although the games on this bed are pleasant to the body and mind, it is not good to be too frequent.

"Oh, did Xiaoying dream of me?"

Zhao Xi deliberately misinterpreted semantics, busy working with both hands, but lowered her head, almost close to Jiang Ying's cheeks, opened her mouth, and bite, "But this young master comes to a hungry tiger to eat, or is it just a wolf dragging the sheep?..."

The felled lamb, "..."

PS: Tears when I saw someone who said it was unfinished. . .

Well, this, because there is a one-to-one commitment, it is the end of the first chapter.

If it's over, you will be free to jump a little bit later.