Su Jiaoniang bent down and placed the child in the basket on her back.
He glanced at the panting Gouhua and Changsheng: "Are you tired?"
“We’re big kids, we can walk on our own, Auntie, just walk ahead.” Gouhua stretched out his strong arms and waved twice at Su Jiaoniang.
Su Jiaoniang's gaze fell on Changsheng.
Although one carries a pagoda on their back, it's not impossible to hold another one in front of them.
After all, she was able to bring a hunter weighing 150 pounds back to the village from the mountain.
Just as Changsheng was about to nod, he caught a glimpse of Gouhua's outstretched arm. The little girl seemed to be mocking him. Exhaustion washed over him, and he couldn't say a word.
The group continued their ascent up the mountain. A gust of wind blew, white frost fell to the ground and onto their heads as they walked on the leaves.
Life seems to have gained a different kind of charm: comfortable, peaceful, and ordinary, yet it brings joy and happiness.
Seeing that Changsheng was about to collapse, Lu Wujiu said, "Let's rest for a bit!"
Upon hearing this, Su Jiaoniang put the pagoda down.
He then took out salt, lard, and various seasonings from his basket, his gaze falling on Lu Wujiu: "I would like to trouble Your Highness to hunt a rabbit or a pheasant for me."
Lu Wujiu smiled and put the little girl down.
Xiao Ya suddenly said, "Mr. Gu, has your face been dry for a long time? It feels so thick when I kiss it."
Su Jiaoniang's teasing gaze fell on Lu Wujiu.
Lu Wujiu froze for a moment, then said, "I've washed it!"
Xiao Ya wanted to say something, but Chang Sheng covered her mouth. Chang Sheng felt that if someone else said such things, they would probably be imprisoned for life. The Regent's dignity could not be offended.
Even if it's my future aunt's daughter, I have to think it over.
However, Lu Wujiu's eyes showed only helplessness, without any cold-blooded killing intent.
At that moment, Changsheng felt as if he had been ostracized.
Even his own uncle treated his godmother's daughter more gently than he treated him.
Is this the legendary saying that wildflowers smell sweeter than garden flowers?
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