Tong Yangxiao's "daughter-in-law"

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6. On the 5th warmer day, the sunny wind broke...

When the first ray of sunlight came in in the morning, the little birds began to stand on the treetops and sing crisply. The dewdrops condensed among the flowers and plants, shining full of brilliance. The two children hugged each other quietly in the bedroom. Gives a warm feeling.

Patting An Lingqing's smooth back, he felt the child move his body slightly, and saw his eyebrows frowned, his mouth pursed, and he murmured, "Brother Ye..." The soft voice seemed to be A light and fluttering feather flicked from the heart.

"Little lazy pig Anling, it's time to get up. Brother Ye has to go to private school today, and brother will be late!" Nangong Ye sat up, hugged An Lingqing in his arms, and tied the back of his neck The red rope of the apron has been messed up, and then he picked up the clothes beside the bed and put them on him.

The background color of the outer shirt is white, and it is embroidered with butterflies of various colors. The edges of each butterfly are hooked with golden silk thread, which looks extremely delicate. Before putting on the socks, Nangong Ye tied a red rope On An Lingqing's ankle, there was still a small bell tied to the red string. An Lingqing looked at it interestingly, then shook his calf, watched the bell move with curiosity, and then made a jingle sound.

"Brother Ye, why did An Ling wear this on his feet?" Seeing Nangong Ye put the white socks on for him, and then took out a pair of red cloth shoes, An Lingqing asked with his hands on his cheeks, blinking his eyes. .

"Because this is brother Ye's wedding present to An Ling! I heard from my father that a red string can bind An Ling, so brother Ye made one himself. Although it is a bit ugly, An Ling can't take it off!"

Nodding his head, An Lingqing grinned and smiled at Nangong Ye, "Well, Brother Ye gave it to An Ling, An Ling likes it very much, An Ling will always wear it."

Carrying An Lingqing out of bed and letting him stand by himself for a while, Nangong Ye quickly got dressed, carried An Lingqing to the dressing table, and shouted outside, "Mu Nan!"

"Hey! Master." Hearing that Nangong Ye had finally ordered him, Mu Nan responded immediately, and then held the wash water and a small cup for rinsing mouth in one hand, pushed open the door with the other, and walked in, "Master, Young Mistress Xiao Qing morning."

Turning his head, An Lingqing smiled sweetly, and called out, "Brother Mu Nan." After thinking for a while, An Lingqing tilted his head and asked in puzzlement, "However, why did Brother Mu Nan call Xiao Qing 'Xiao Qing'?" What about Young Mistress Qing'? What is Young Mistress, can I eat it?"

"Uh..." Mu Nan put the basin on the shelf, reached out and touched his head, but didn't know how to answer, so he looked at Nangong Ye as if asking for help, Nangong Ye wet the towel and wiped An Lingqing's face , while saying, "An Ling already married Brother Ye yesterday, so he wants to call you Young Mistress!"

The wiped face was steamed rosy, An Lingqing stretched out his hands and rubbed his eyes, and said numbly, "Oh, An Ling is the young mistress, An Ling remembers."

After wiping An Lingqing's face, Nangong Ye stroked An Lingqing's soft black hair, feeling a little worried because he didn't know how to comb his hair...he felt a little reluctant, but he still turned his head to Mu Nandao, "Come here and help An Ling comb two small buns."

But that being said, Nangong Ye was still reluctant to let go of the soft hair in his hand, and took a comb to run it along a little bit, for fear of hurting An Lingqing, until it was very smooth, Nangong Ye stared at it with a pair of eyes. Pass the comb in his hand to Mu Nan.

Under tremendous pressure, Mu Nan carefully tied two small buns for An Lingqing. Once finished, he immediately put down the comb, took a step back, looked innocently at Nangong Ye, and snorted softly. Nangong Ye said disdainfully, "And this young master!" He picked An Lingqing up and let him sit on his lap, Nangong Ye and Ren Munan helped him tidy up his hair, and then fixed it with a jade hairpin.

Stepping out of the "Qingye Garden", Nangong Ye carried An Lingqing to the bamboo garden to greet Nangong Rui and Liu Yi, and then took the carriage to the direction of the private school. After getting off the carriage, Nangong Ye took An Lingqing by the hand. Ling Qing walked into the private school, and regardless of the curious eyes of the people around him, he directly put An Lingqing on the small chair beside him, and gave him some puppets to play with.

But Mu Nan had no choice but to find another small chair, and sat on the other side of Nangong Ye, prepared books for him, then spread out the rice paper, and started to rub the ink slowly.

When the master walked in, he saw a child playing beside Nangong Ye. He was frowning and was about to reprimand him, but An Lingqing suddenly raised his head and raised the puppet in his hand. Two shallow pear dimples are deeply displayed.

Then, An Lingqing looked curiously at the long-bearded wife standing in front of him, blinked his eyes, and softly called out, "Hello, Grandpa, I'm An Lingqing, my parents, uncles, aunts, and aunts, all called I am Xiaoqing."

Seeing such a smile and hearing such a soft child's voice, the master immediately put on a faint smile, reached out and picked An Lingqing up from the chair, and said softly, "Is that Xiaoqing? Then Xiaoqing can't disturb the brothers in class!"

Nodding obediently, An Lingqing hugged the puppet tightly and said nervously, "An Ling is very obedient, An Ling didn't bother my brothers."

Nangong Ye stood up and bowed to his master, saying respectfully, "Master, An Ling is the child bride-in-law I just married. Please allow me to study with An Ling."

Stretching out his hand to stroke his beard, he should be a stubborn old master, but a gleam of light flashed very quickly in his beautiful eyes that obviously didn't match the leather surface, and he said, "Well, you can follow, I will It’s like taking in an extra disciple, but it’s not suitable for him to sit next to you, every day when I come here, Xiaoqing will follow me to read and write on the other side.”

In his heart, he was slightly unwilling to An Lingqing to leave him, but Nangong Ye weighed it for a moment, finally bowed deeply, and said respectfully, "Yes, this disciple respectfully obeys Master's order."

"Very good..." When the master's serious face met An Lingqing's curious eyes, it immediately turned into a soft breeze-like gentleness, "Would Xiaoqing study with grandpa?"

Tilting his head in confusion, An Lingqing held the puppet in his hand and blinked his big eyes, "Then studying with grandpa, can An Ling be with brother Ye every day?"

"Hehe... that's natural." An Lingqing immediately burst into laughter when he heard that, and kissed his wife's wrinkled face, nodding his head fiercely, "Then An Ling wants to study with grandpa!"

The old master stroked his beard, and squinted his eyes so that people could not clearly see the deep and unclear light hidden in his eyes.

The sun is warm and the wind is breaking, and the willow eyes and plum cheeks have already felt the spring action.

Who shares the wine and poetry?The tears melt the residual powder and the flower tin is heavy.

At first try to sew gold thread on the shirt, the mountain pillow is slanted, and the pillow damages the hairpin and phoenix.

There is no good dream, but Ye Lan still cuts the lanterns.

The author has something to say: ...classes will start tomorrow, so the update of the little daughter-in-law has entered an unstable state (no way, brother is the current main update...), the watch is even...running away.. .

7. The 6th round of Rongrong Chunri feels free...

"Learning while learning from time to time, it's not easy to say..." The sound of reading aloud came from afar, playing a wonderful piece of music. An Lingqing listened to the recitation outside, and sat obediently in the small room specially prepared for him. On the chair, hold a black stone and draw on the paper small flowers, grasses or clouds that cannot be seen.

The old master stretched out his hand to stroke his long beard, shaking his head, not knowing what he was thinking, suddenly he knelt down and stretched out his hand to touch An Ling's smooth and smooth face, and then pinched his plump and fleshy short face. Limbs made An Lingqing unable to paint anymore.

An Lingqing pouted, let go of the small stone in his hand, turned to look at the old master who was still pinching him, stretched out his small hand to grab the old master's beard, and said softly, "Grandpa, don't pinch An Ling anymore, An Ling can't paint pretty little flowers."

Seeing that the old master ignored him, An Lingqing tugged at the beard in his hand again, then An Lingqing opened his eyes wide in surprise, looking at the torn beard in his hand, he stretched out his hand and pulled it out curiously. With a tug, most of the beard was torn off, and the old master groaned in pain.

Now An Lingqing, who had never done anything bad before, became anxious, quickly grabbed his beard and put his hands behind his back, opened his eyes, watched pitifully, finally stopped and stared at the beardless old master.

An Lingqing timidly said, "Grandpa, An Ling, An Ling didn't do it on purpose, don't be angry with An Ling, okay? An Ling doesn't know that Grandpa's beard is so weak..."

Slightly raising his eyebrows, the master looked at An Lingqing who lowered his head with a half-smile, a glint of inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, and then he coughed softly, "Grandpa doesn't blame Xiaoqing, then Xiaoqing promised grandpa one thing." Is it okay?"

"Huh?" An Lingqing raised his head in surprise, and nodded happily, "Well, An Ling promised grandpa."

He reached out to pick An Lingqing up and put him on the table, and then slowly faded the disguise on his face. Gradually, An Lingqing opened his eyes wide, blinked again, tilted his head and asked, "Why did Grandpa become Uncle?"

"Hehe...Because my uncle is not a grandfather in the first place. My real name is Ling Shuyu. In the future, when there are no outsiders, Xiaoqing will call me Uncle Ling. And this is my original appearance, only for Anling to see!" The young man had a picture The handsome face has a pair of peach blossom and phoenix eyes. When he is not smiling, he is as graceful as a gentleman, but when he smiles, he is full of evil spirits.

An Ling reached out to touch the young man's face, and said in surprise, "Uncle Ling's face is slippery, not wrinkled! It's fun, how did Uncle Ling do it?"

Stretching out his hand to touch An Lingqing's head, Ling Shuyu smiled lightly and said softly, "This is