Lu Wujiu glanced at the closed door and followed the familiar path to his room.
He's back!
This timing is wrong.
But, coincidentally.
Rong Zhen, Jun Chaoyang, and others have all come here. If you didn't know better, you'd think this was the capital.
What merit does this tiny Lucheng have?
He had lived here for a long time before and had never seen such an important person.
When a nation is in turmoil and its land is in chaos, evil will inevitably emerge.
Lu Wujiu's smirk revealed a mocking expression.
Demon my foot!
Or perhaps he is the savior of the world!
Lu Wujiu closed his eyes.
The next morning, snowflakes once again blanketed the ground.
Lu Wujiu pushed open the door, and the sound of a husky howling came from outside.
The husky hopped and skipped over to Lu Wujiu's legs.
Xiao Ya came out of her room and saw the person standing across the hall.
His eyes lit up.
Stepping on the snowflakes, he approached Lu Wujiu.
"Mr. Gu, you're back," Xiao Ya asked.
Lu Wujiu nodded.
He's back, but it's not time for him to come over yet.
"Mr. Gu, are you still going to teach us to read and write?" Xiao Ya reached out and grabbed Lu Wujiu's clothes, looked up, and stared at him with her big eyes.
Lu Wujiu picked the person up and lifted them high.
The snowflakes on the tree were just within reach.
The girls' laughter echoed in the courtyard.
When Su Jiaoniang opened the door, she saw Xiaoya's house, where she was very happy.
At that moment, Futu also woke up, opened the window, and his gaze fell on the little girl.
.
A slight smile appeared on her tightly pursed lips.
His gaze fell on Lu Wujiu, and looking behind Lu Wujiu, he remembered that this person had said that his father was still alive.
They will bring people over.
However, there was no one behind Lu Wujiu.
Even Zhao Han didn't have it.
Were we scammed?
He dares not!
Lu Wujiu turned around and looked at the pagoda.
"I'll talk to you later."
“!” Lu Futu looked at Lu Wujiu, waiting for him to explain.
Xie, busy in the kitchen, pushed open the door and saw the extra people in the yard; a look of shock flashed in her eyes.
How come there are so many more people in the courtyard overnight?
"Madam!" Madam Xie looked at Su Jiaoniang.
Su Jiaoniang nodded.
Ms. Xie continued cooking.
With more people in the family, we need to cook more meals.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be a qualified cook.
Su Jiaoniang's gaze fell on Lu Wujiu, a hint of suspicion appearing on her face.
He arrived last night.
Why is she so at ease letting this person come here, even though she went to bed so early last night?
He was able to sleep even after discovering the presence of poppies.
Knowing that Rong Zhen was here, he still missed his son.
She was actually able to rest.
Has she been forcibly demoted in intelligence?
Su Jiaoniang glanced at Lu Wujiu, refusing to admit that she felt a subtle sense of security from him.
Rong Zhen looked at Madam Feng: "Would you like to come to the capital with me?"
"The capital?"
Madam Feng shook her head and said, "I still have children here."
Rong Zhen nodded.
He allowed her to stay there.
I found a seat and sat down, looking at the breakfast on the table.
It looks very abundant.
A rustic cottage in the countryside.
This is life, and this is how it should be.
That's how life should be.
Instead of people suffering.
Rong Zhen closed his eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, a pagoda was sitting beside me.
He stared at him with a strange look in his eyes.
What are you looking at?
Rongzhen picked up a small steamed bun with his chopsticks.
With its thin skin and thick flesh, it tastes incredibly delicious when you put it in your mouth.
It's strange, I clearly ate all kinds of delicious pastries and saw chefs from all over the country when I was in the palace.
Only food eaten here can truly taste delicious.
"You've eaten so much. Aren't you afraid of getting diarrhea?" Lu Futu looked down at Rong Zhen's lower body.
As soon as he finished speaking, he sensed a murderous aura.
Madam Feng pushed Fu Tu aside, glared at him, and pulled Rong Zhen toward her room: "This is for you."
"For me?" The clothes were sewn by hand; the fabric wasn't the most expensive, but it felt extremely comfortable to the touch.
The print on it is a bit rough.
"Did you print it there?" Rong Zhen asked.
Madam Feng shook her head: "It was painted on."
She pulled the person out to prevent him from suddenly getting angry and strangling the Buddha.
In the courtyard, Su Jiaoniang looked at Futu: "If that person really killed you, it won't help you find your mother."
Fu Tu looked at Lu Wujiu: "And you?"
"As long as I'm here, you won't die. If I'm not, you can call him godfather." As soon as Lu Wujiu finished speaking, Su Jiaoniang glared at him, telling him to go back to where this prince came from.
Her son is only hers.
Xiaoya wasn't interested in any of that.
Although Rong Zhen is handsome, he doesn't smell as good as Mr. Gu, who even lets her ride on his shoulders.
She felt the joy of having a father.
If Mom wants the finished product, she should find a godfather. This godfather is just like her biological father.
Old Guo carried the decocted medicine to Old Su's place.
Looking towards his grandfather's room, Fu Tu looked at Lu Wujiu: he would rather study with Mr. Gu than pretend to be stupid next to his grandfather.
He glanced at the mother who had harmed her child.
Forget it, Mother is stupid, but he isn't. He shouldn't stoop to Mother's level.
Breakfast is over.
Xiao Ya reluctantly carried the dog towards Gouhua's house.
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