"Zhuang, are you jealous?"
"...boring."
"Zhuang, I'm so happy. You like me too, right?"
"Think too much—"
"Boo!"
"...You, how dare you!"
"Hehe, I have something even more outrageous."
"Uh-huh... stop touching me!"
Under the azure sky, the black and red corners of clothes fluttered, entangled, and played together, looking very close and well matched.
The autumn air is clear and the golden leaves are flying.
With the abundant harvest of divine seeds and the recruitment of talents in the academy, the people's hearts gradually turned to Qin, and everything got back on track and developed in a good direction.
However, Ying Luan has been a little depressed recently.
My elder brother is busy helping Fusu deal with matters in the court and the martial arts world, my younger brother is obsessed with researching and inventing things every day, and my only playmate, Sister Honglian, is still entangled by that big ice block.
She is now small and weak and cannot go out to explore the world.
So in the end, I could only stay with my workaholic father.
Inside the magnificent Zhangtai Hall.
The delicate little girl rested her chin on the desk, counting memorials one after another boredly. Her cute appearance added a touch of bright color to the dull atmosphere.
Ying Zheng looked at the wilted little girl, reached out and lifted her chubby little face, rubbed the red mark on her chin, and spoke in a gentle and concerned voice.
"Luan'er, what's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
"I am bored."
Ying Luan pouted in grievance, her big watery eyes were misty, and her originally lively baby voice was mixed with a hint of crying.
"I miss my mother, my father, and little Ying'er..."
Ying Zheng paused and remained silent for a few breaths before softening his voice to comfort her.
"Luan'er, dear, can your father help you find your mother?"
At the same time, in another time and space.
Chu Yuening hugged her husband's neck, kissed his jaw, and comforted him softly.
"Don't worry, A Zheng, I'll be fine with the system here."
"Now that Zhao Zhao is gone, Xianyang still needs you to take charge of the situation."
"Don't you believe me, A Zheng?"
Being pestered by his wife's coquettishness and obsession, Ying Zheng couldn't help but start to waver, but he still felt a little uneasy in his heart.
He hugged the beautiful girl in his arms tightly, leaned over and exchanged a hot and lingering kiss with her, and then he reluctantly agreed with a hoarse voice.
"If you don't come back in three days, I will go look for you."
"Okay, okay, I'll take the kids home soon. A Zheng will be waiting for us at home~"
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