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The man in white retrieved the bow from his hand and hurriedly called to the stunned person beside him, "Third brother, retreat."
"oh."
When the two returned to their campsite, One-Eyed was still somewhat lost in thought.
"What's wrong? You've been so dazed all day." The man in white punched him on the shoulder. "Wake up."
"Boss, I just don't understand." One-Eye said indignantly, "That kid's leg is broken, how come she's still willing to marry him?"
"Heh, this matter..." Lu Shangwen clicked his tongue and glanced at him: "Third brother, are you looking down on that kid Mosong, or are you just standing up for yourself?"
"Me!" One-Eyed choked for a moment, his voice clearly lacking in confidence: "Of course I look down on him."
Lu Shangwen smiled but didn't dare to point it out: "Who told him to like her? Besides, that Mosong guy is good-looking, and he took care of that girl in Qinglong Village in every possible way. It's no wonder he has a wife."
"Besides, you know Miss Wang well. She won't be living in the inner quarters of the house in the future. There will always be someone to carefully manage her residence."
“Ask yourself honestly, third brother,” Lu Shangwen sighed. “Now that we’ve followed the second brother and embarked on this path, the future is dazzlingly bright. If I asked you to give up all of this and marry into her family, could you do it?”
One-Eyed opened his mouth, but couldn't answer him.
It's impossible.
"Regardless of Miss Wang or the second son." Mentioning Song Ling, Lü Shangwen couldn't help but recall the way he was shocked when he met Song Ling in Yunzhou... It was truly hilarious.
I thought it was surprising enough that he was both the county magistrate and the head of the gang, but I never expected that Song Ling was much more cunning than him.
However, it was precisely because of this that he wasn't too angry when he first realized Song Ling had deceived him; they were equally antagonistic to each other.
"They are all exceptionally outstanding women, even more so than many men." Lü Shangwen opened his fan and waved it. "If you truly like women like them in the future, you yourself cannot be lacking. Conversely, if you want a wife who can manage your household, you must be qualified for the girl to be willing to marry you..."
"In short, what you should do now is to focus on finishing the tasks that the second brother assigned to us and make some contributions." He slapped the one-eyed man on the head with a fan: "Stop thinking about this and that all day long."
"Sigh... Boss, why did you hit me again!" One-Eye gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, "Even if you get married, you can still get a divorce. I'll wait for that kid to slip up one day."
"What did you say?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing..."
*
As dusk fell, Wang Zhiyan, who had just finished the wedding ceremony, suddenly sneezed loudly. She looked at the sky with suspicion, wondering to herself.
Perhaps I've been wearing too little clothing lately.
She went back and put on more clothes, but then she thought about how Song Ling had only given her three days off, and felt a little dejected.
"But what did I do wrong?" Mo Song's fingers curled slightly behind her as he combed her hair with even less force.
"No, it's not your fault. It's all because of Song Ling... Why should I only get two days off!" She slammed her fist on the table in anger, making everything on it shake three times.
Mo Song's brow twitched behind him.
“Two days isn’t enough…” Wang Zhiyan turned around, snatched the comb and threw it aside, pushing him toward the bed: “The spring night is too short, let’s not waste time combing our hair…”
"Miss, I haven't taken a bath yet..."
"I've already told you not to call me 'Miss.' Who takes care of a 'Miss' to the point of bedchamber?"
“Madam,” Merson said somewhat embarrassedly, pressing her hand down, “I would like to take a bath first.”
“Together,” Wang Zhiyan said, ignoring his slight resistance, and pushed him to another spot with a smile: “I’ve ordered a hot spring to be prepared so we can bathe together.”
Mersom: "...Okay."
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"Why did you suddenly decide to go back today?" Yu Baizhou asked while warming Song Ling's hands. "Haven't you seen her for a long time?"
“It’s not like we can’t see each other in the future,” Song Ling scratched his palm, but was not surprised that it was pinched again.
"Besides, they're newly married. What am I doing here? If I tell them to rest for a few days, they'll start scolding me again when things get busy."
"Why are you being scolded?" Yu Baizhou rubbed his hands together, his voice full of laughter: "A Ling underestimated her status in their hearts."
“Actually, Zhiyan initially wanted to go north with Qinglong Village, but I stopped her.” Song Ling’s eyes were blank. “Her identity is special. If she enters Luoyang, she might be recognized. Then this good show will be difficult to perform.”
Yu Baizhou stared at her confident expression, completely mesmerized.
However, after being by Song Ling's side for so long, he was no longer as clueless about these things as he had been at the beginning.
"Do you want to incite Marquis Wu'an to rebel?"
“Yes and no.” Song Ling said slowly, drawing out the last syllable of her voice. “This wasn’t originally in my plan, but someone interfered, so I had no choice but to go with the flow.”
"This time, Marquis Wu'an had no choice but to rebel. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone a wolf."
Yu Baizhou silently lit a candle for certain people in Luoyang. Now that his wife, A Ling, has her eye on him, he's bound to suffer a lot.
Song Ling suddenly became interested: "Does A-Zhou know anything about Marquis Wu'an? Why don't you guess how many days he can hold out?"
"To be honest, I don't know much about Chen Hejun. But he's always been known for his rigorous, steady, and foolproof military tactics." Yu Baizhou recalled a few years ago when he was still a junior officer and accompanied General Zhong to Luoyang to report on his duties.
That near miss was probably their only encounter. It was also the first time he had ever seen the Marquis of Wu'an, who had become famous in the Northwest by taking up arms and single-handedly beheading enemies when he was just a teenager.
At that time, Yu Baizhou did not have any other thoughts. After all, they were in the northwest and southwest respectively, and apart from the occasional trip to the court to report on their duties every few years, they were unlikely to meet for most of their lives, let alone have any other interaction.
Song Ling: "What is A-Zhou thinking about?"
Yu Baizhou: "I just feel that it's a bit of a twist of fate that the two people who were originally guarding the frontier have now both decided to rebel."
"Do you regret it?" Song Ling relaxed and leaned against his shoulder, yawning. "Actually, it's much more comfortable and freer to just be a garrison commander."
He pulled her closer and relaxed his shoulders so she could find a comfortable spot to lean against.
"What's the point of regretting it? Ah Ling taught me not to look back. Besides, in this situation, to survive, we have to rebel sooner or later."
"Are you tired? Go take a nap."
"Okay..." Song reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, almost overcome by drowsiness, her words tinged with a hint of coquetry: "A-Zhou, carry me?"
"Okay," Yu Baizhou picked her up in that position and bounced her around a bit, which made Song Ling less sleepy, and a blush spread across her ears: "What are you doing?"
"Have you been neglecting your meals? You've lost weight again." Yu Baizhou settled the person on the couch, then soon crawled in and pulled the person into his arms, his tone carrying a hint of threat: "When we get back, I'll have to keep an eye on your meals. Otherwise, I'll confiscate all your ancient books."
Song Ling chuckled, and taking advantage of the man's momentary lapse in attention, she flipped over and sat on his stomach, reaching out to tug at his cheek: "Besides threatening me with my ancient books, what else can you do?"
"The ancient book hasn't even been delivered to me yet, and you've already threatened me three times!"
Yu Baizhou held her waist with one hand and rested his other arm behind her neck, lying in place watching her pretend to be angry.
A muffled laugh escaped from his chest: "Ah Ling, the key to a good method is quality, not quantity, and its effectiveness."
Song Ling was speechless and rolled her eyes at him: "I taught you something so you would turn around and use it against me?"
Before she could say anything more, the man grabbed her waist with both hands and pressed her against his chest, gently nuzzling her neck and pleading, "A-Zhou was wrong, A-Ling, please don't be angry, okay?"
After saying that, Yu Baizhou kissed the corner of her mouth: "But you really have to eat properly. I want to live to be a hundred years old with A-Ling."
Song Ling lay face down on his chest and, unsurprisingly, saw the determination in his eyes.
Perhaps influenced by this, she blinked, said nothing, and showed her attitude through her actions.
He lowered his head and kissed her.
Yu Baizhou was surprised for a moment, then gently raised his head to meet her. He ran one hand through her hair and pulled her forward a little with the other. He didn't want to separate from her for even a moment.
Ah Ling's lips are so sweet and soft... That was the only thought in his mind.
This position was really uncomfortable, so the man simply used one arm to prop himself up and pulled the woman into his arms to kiss her...
Only the occasional crackling of nearly burnt-out charcoal quietly marks the passing of time.
………
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