I raised a husband in ancient times

Years ago, Lu Yiming couldn't spare any spare time. Mr. Jiang seemed to be planning to squeeze all his energy and devote his time to riding and archery practice.

Lu Yiming now has no problem with nine shots and six hits, and there are not a few in seven hits, but it is rare to see a hundred shots and one hundred hits.

If you want to stand out in the test, it is easy according to the opponent's current level, but once you go to the examination room, there will always be turmoil in your heart. Most candidates can't perform at the normal level, there is a tolerance of one or two arrows.

Not long after contacting Lu Yiming, judging from the time we spent together, he is not the kind of martial artist who is easy to panic when things happen, but he has to strengthen training just in case.

After all, scientific research is not only about psychological changes, but also other uncertain factors such as the weather at the time and the state of the horse.

After running this lap, Jiang Runshan handed him a water bag, glanced at the results just now and asked, "How do you feel?"

Lu Yiming took the handbag, moistened his mouth on horseback, wiped the ice off his face, and let out a breath of steam: "It feels okay."

On New Year's Eve, which is also the last day of this year, he was training at the racecourse. Mr. Jiang really believed in his physical strength, and he never got off his horse all morning.

Lu Yiming got off his horse, took off the quiver on his back, and stretched his arms.

The "arrows piercing the galaxy, holding a bow and being invincible for hundreds of miles, the red-clothed angry horse, and the posture of looking at the mountains and seas" described in the novel is not something that people do.

All morning, his whole body was in pain. Fortunately, Xiao Miao gave him physical support, otherwise it would have been sore for a day or two.

The horse was taken away to rest, and the remaining two chatted as they walked: "You have been stable at seven out of nine in the past few days. Although you have made progress, you must not relax."

It has been exactly two months since Lu Yiming learned to ride and shoot. From beginner to today's hit rate, he is definitely a genius. Sometimes he has to admire the heroic posture of the opponent running on the horse field.

If this person is given some more time, he can even look forward to this year's top three candidates, combining the opponent's shooting, skill and strategy, or occupying a seat.

Appreciation is appreciation, now he is the teacher of the other party, so naturally he can't reveal it to the outside, martial arts practitioners must remember to be too complacent.

Lu Yiming didn't know what level he could reach after two months of normal study, but he saw other martial arts students practicing riding and shooting in the racecourse on weekdays, and found that their average level was [-] out of [-] shots, which should be pretty good.

He could feel Jiang Runshan's faint expectation for him, but he said calmly: "Students, remember."

The racecourse is vast, unlike houses that are blocked by walls. Now the field of vision is wide and you can see everything in sight.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

There were panicked voices from behind, and the sound of horseshoes approaching them, Lu Yiming turned his head to look.

The horse looked a little crazy, its eyes were wide open, and it roared angrily and ran forward with all its strength. The horse's hooves kicked up thick dust on the ground, and the slightly long mane on its neck seemed to be dragged forward.

It's like a rebellious wild horse.

The man on the horse couldn't stop him, so he could only lean down and get close to the horse's back, holding the rein tightly with both hands to avoid being thrown off.

The other party noticed someone directly in front of him, but he couldn't avoid it, so he could only remind him loudly in case he was hit by an out-of-control horse and injured.

Lu Yiming pulled Jiang Runshan to the side to get out of the way, but the horse didn't rush along the previous route, but ran straight towards them!

What's the matter with this horse? !

Seeing that the raised horse's hooves were about to step on their bodies, Lu Yiming quickly pushed Jiang Runshan aside, while he sneaked around and secretly hooked the horse's hind legs with the seedlings, and pulled them back.

Before the horse fell to the ground, he stretched out his hand and pulled the boy on the horse out, and threw him onto the haystack beside him.

The horse fell to the ground and twitched, let out a heart-piercing cry, and then became motionless.

[What did you do? 】

[It's not me, I don't!The master didn't order it, why did I poison it for no reason? 】

Why did this horse go crazy and run straight towards them, this carelessness would kill someone, did someone do it on purpose?

Since the venom was not done by Xiao Miao, who would be so cruel to poison a horse to death?

Countless questions flashed through his mind, and Lu Yiming looked at the ground without moving.

"What did you do to our horses?!"

The breeder who took Lu Yiming's horse away just now happened to see the scene of the horse falling to the ground, and was furious at the moment, angrily yelling at the three of them.

The man squatted down to check the steed, and found that the horse was spitting white foam from its mouth, and its strong body died in agony in convulsions.

His eyes turned red immediately: "You guys are not as good as animals, the horse deserves this crime? It has no grievances against you, and you even gave the horse rat poison! The horse can't talk, and you don't even know that he was alive. How much pain did you go through!"

Lu Yiming restrained his emotions and lowered his face. Originally, he wanted to ask the teacher for the crime, but he didn't expect to beat him up.

"Damn it, we didn't do this at all!"

The young man who had just recovered from the shock got up, his face was red and angry, if it wasn't for the straw pile just now, he might have been thrown to the ground by a mad horse and broke his leg, then he would have missed the martial arts examination up!

The young man had unkempt hair with straw stuck in his head, and he yelled at someone's nose: "How dare you scold me? Laozi was almost killed by your crazy horse. You wait for me, I will call me daddy!" Come clean up your horse farm!"

The owner of the horse farm not far away was just passing by, but now he heard people making a loud noise, so he hurried over.

As soon as he approached, he recognized the young man's face, and immediately wanted to slip away with his forehead. Isn't this the county magistrate's precious son Feng Tingji?How did you meet this man.

Who doesn't know that this person is very arrogant on weekdays, relying on the favor of a county magistrate's father, not to mention running amok, stealing candy from children, and doing things that make people cry.

It's a young age, why does this ancestor look like this? !

You must know that this person can't bear the slightest grievance. If he respects you a foot, you have to pay him back.

"What's wrong with Master Feng? The servant ran into the young master in a moment of impatience. Please forgive me. How about we settle the matter and punish him?"

It's not that he doesn't feel distressed when he looks at the fallen horse, it's all his treasure.

Now that something happened, the racecourse must be held accountable, but the truth of the matter needs to be considered. This person has a good reputation as a domineering man, but he will never take the initiative to cause trouble. On the contrary, he is very jealous.

The most important thing now is to stabilize this master's mood.

Feng Tingji pursed his lips, and glared at the breeder, understanding the importance of the matter, if this matter came to him...

He squinted his eyes, and laughed so hard that other people's hearts trembled, and the ferocity in his eyes could be seen clearly: he wants life to be worse than death.

The four of them carefully reviewed the ins and outs of this incident, and the breeder knew that he had misunderstood them, and now he didn't dare to fart, and shrank to the side to reduce his sense of presence.

"I have always used this horse. When I first came to the racecourse, I mentioned that my horse must be exclusive and no one else is allowed to move it."

This person was received by the owner of the racecourse himself. Of course he remembered this incident. The other party's horse was a steed selected from thousands of people. It was raised by a special person every day and cleaned regularly, just to please this master.

And very unfortunately, this person is Ma Peisheng.

People who love horses like crazy are the most suitable and know how to take care of horses. He is very relieved to give it to the other party, but this is too much, otherwise Ma Peisheng will not scold the other party indiscriminately because of anger.

"I wonder if Young Master Feng noticed anything unusual before he got on the horse today?"

Feng Tingji went back to his memory and did not miss a single detail: "I didn't notice anything wrong, everything is normal."

The owner of the racecourse frowned, thoughtfully: "I wonder when Young Master Feng will start practicing riding and archery today?"

He remembered this very clearly. It was too cold today and he got up late, and it was not too early to arrive at the racecourse: "Sishi."

"Ma Peisheng, did you feed the horse today?"

The person hiding behind took a step forward, lowered his head and said, "It's a little one. After Chenshi finished feeding, the villain put the horse in the stable, and took it out for a race during the period."

Logically speaking, Ma Peisheng is in charge of this horse, so there will be no second person to feed him. The owner of the racecourse thought for a moment and asked, "Have you ever seen other people come into contact with it?"

"No," Ma Peisheng was a little flustered. This clue clearly showed that he did it. He couldn't sit still, and he didn't care about other things. He argued loudly, "It is absolutely impossible for me to be cruel to the horse!"

Seeing that his grief-stricken appearance did not look like it before, but who knows if this person did it on purpose, Feng Tingji, who was scolded for no reason, was in a bad mood, and sneered: "You know people, you know your face, but you don't know your heart."

With no clues or progress, Lu Yiming interrupted and told them the details he had noticed before: "The horse wanted to hit me and my husband. I wonder if there is anything on us that attracts the horse?"

Lu Yiming actually thought it was an accident. After all, when he dismounted from another horse before, the horse did not react in any other way. In theory, there were no spices or other things that caused the horse to go crazy.

Specialized in surgery, Ma Peisheng leaned close to the two of them and sniffed them carefully, inspecting them inside and out, but found nothing, and ruled out the influence of irritants.

This is strange, if it is not carrying something on the body, why does the horse hit them?

"In addition to manpower conquest, how do you usually train horses and ask horses that have run away to return to the stables? Do you use whistles?"

It's nothing more than Lu Yiming's guess. After all, TV dramas used to be like this. When the whistle was blown, the flattery came over.

The owner of the horse farm was a little surprised, what did the horse training have to do with this matter, but he still answered truthfully: "There is a special whistle, but he will wave a small flag with his hand to cooperate with the instructions."

They turned their backs to the stables just now, and were running towards the direction of the horses. Lu Yiming didn't hear the whistle.

As for whether someone was waving the flag behind him, he turned his head and asked Feng Tingji, "I wonder if Xiongtai saw it?"

Feng Tingji got angry when he remembered what happened just now. At that moment, he was all focused on the horse, so how could he remember it? He replied angrily to the owner of the racecourse: "I didn't look at it."

The question Lu Yiming asked, why are you angry at me?

The race owner has nothing to say, but can't show it.

"You, go and gather all the people who can train horses." Feng Tingji thought along Lu Yiming's train of thought, and decisively directed the owner of the horse farm.

He didn't see anyone waving the flag, but now there are no clues, maybe he found some flaws.

The owner of the racecourse has not moved for a long time, he is a little embarrassed, it's not that he doesn't want to go, but now many people in the racecourse are practicing riding and shooting, and they are all famous people in the town. excuse me.

"Hey, did you hear that?!"

Just as he was about to start cursing, a young servant stumbled in from the door, followed by a group of menacing policemen.

Seeing that something was wrong, Feng Tingji's servant went straight to the yamen, saying that the county magistrate's son almost had an accident, and the county magistrate happened to be there, and almost scared him to death.

After being appeased by the magistrate of the county magistrate, they rushed here non-stop as subordinates.

Can they ignore this matter?How dare they ignore it?

The owner of the racecourse breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the people from the government coming. Now he had a legitimate reason to order someone to call the horse trainer over.

Ma Peisheng is both a breeder and a horse trainer. There are six trainers in the entire horse farm including him, and the other five stand in a row in front of the arresters, looking at each other in confusion, not knowing what happened.

Feng Tingji's servant brought a chair, and he sat on it with his legs crossed, holding a teacup, like a county magistrate.

"Each of you report what you did today, including when you went to the bathroom."

His fingers flicked in front of him at random, and finally settled on the person on the far left: "It starts with you."

"Report to my lord, villain..."

The five of them told Feng Tingji about their half-day itinerary one by one, while Lu Yiming paid attention to their subtle movements, trying to find a trace.

The first, fourth and fifth persons kept looking at Feng Tingji during the presentation, with a calm face and no guilt.

The eyes of the second and third people drifted from side to side when they spoke, the second person sometimes looked at each other half the night when they met Feng Tingji, and the third person kept staring at the ground without looking up.

"The one on the far left and the one in the middle stay, and the others stand aside."

The two people that Feng Tingji pointed out were the two that Lu Yiming felt suspicious about.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, looked at the other person, the person sitting just happened to look over, nodded slightly at him and then turned back.

I thought it was just a dandy, but I didn't expect this person to have real skills, and I really can't be fooled by one-sidedness.

Feng Tingji handed the teacup to the boy, got up and took out a knife from the catcher's waist, walked up to the first person, put the knife on his neck, and said with a blank face: "If you take what you did today Once again, it is best to have someone who can prove that you were indeed doing this at the time."

The man was a little flustered, but calmed down quickly: "The villain Chenshi fed the horses at the No. [-] racecourse, and Sishi has been training new horses on the spot. He never left the No. [-] racecourse. Zhuo Zewu, the son of the county lieutenant, can testify."

Feng Tingji was at the No. [-] racecourse, but the horse lost control and rushed into the No. [-] racecourse. There was a quarter of an hour between No. [-] and No. [-]. If he hadn't left, there would be no time to administer the medicine.

But the No. [-] racecourse is close to the No. [-] racecourse, and the suspicion that this person took the opportunity to direct the horse's actions cannot be removed.

The horse trainer was arrested and quickly stood aside, Feng Tingji played with the knife in his hand, patted the other person's cheek lightly, put the knife on the other person's neck, and asked casually: "Then you Woolen cloth?"

"My lord, the villain has been on duty at the No. [-] racecourse at Chenshi today. At this time, I changed shifts with Ma Peisheng and went to the No. [-] racecourse to train horses. During this time, I went to the hut alone."

"Can anyone testify?"

"Everyone from Racecourse No. [-] and Racecourse No. [-] can testify." The man still kept his head down and did not look at Feng Tingji, and did not make any other small movements.

The rat poison took about a quarter of an hour to half an hour to take effect, but that time happened to be the time when Feng Tingji was on horseback. According to the inference, it was impossible for someone to poison it, unless...

Lu Yiming walked to the side of the dead horse that was foaming at the mouth, and called to the assistant: "Check the horse's mouth to see if there are any residues of the leash and the medicine bag."

He was not happy with the human body inspection, but he was a little unhappy about the horse inspection, but he was frightened by Feng Tingji's cold eyes, so he obediently followed Lu Yiming's instructions to check carefully.

He cleaned its mouth with clean water, exposing the horse's teeth and tongue coating, and the left and right sides of the upper teeth showed signs of being tightened.

This foreman looked at Lu Yiming in a strange way, how did this person know?

"How is the result?"

"Master, it's really like what this martial artist said, there are holes and signs of force between the teeth!"

Feng Tingji pulled Ma Peisheng out from the side, with a cold face: "Let me ask you, did you check when the food was fed?"

"Yes, yes, the villain will check every day, but there is no trace of rope!"

Ma Peisheng was a little uncomfortable being carried, and his face was so embarrassing. Who the hell wanted to put the blame on him? !

Feng Tingji put the person down, looked at the two people who were being held up and said, "Very good, bring me that villain Zhuo Zewu."

Originally, Lu Yiming wanted to remind him, but this person probably had a rough inference, so he stood aside without saying a word, preparing to watch the play.

Zhuo Zewu, the son of the county lieutenant, is tall and big, but he is a literary scholar. He doesn't know what kind of stimulation he has come to the horse farm to practice riding and shooting.

Lu Yiming had seen this person many times, and he was also among the first batch of people to enter the venue in the morning, so they were nodding acquaintances.

"looking for me?"

The two seem to be old acquaintances at first glance, but the relationship may be average.

Feng Tingji pointed at one of them with a cold face and asked, "This person has been at the No. [-] racecourse all the time?"

The visitor followed his hand and looked at him. He looked familiar, but he didn't remember who this person was. He recalled that there was indeed such a person in today's racecourse: "I've never been sure, but the person is indeed from No. [-] racecourse. What's wrong? "

"What's the matter, did you instigate this man to murder me?"

Zhuo Zewu frowned, not because of his slightly skeptical tone, but because of the information he said, a horse trainer wanted to kill the son of the county magistrate, and he didn't want to live anymore?

"It's not me." He looked at the accused person again, his eyes were stern, "Is it him? According to any crime, I will kill you for you."

No wonder Feng Tingji said that this is a villain. Lu Yiming was facing him, and he could clearly see the flashing killing intent, so it didn't seem like a fake.

Feng Tingji didn't seem to expect that he would say these words in public, his eyes widened in disbelief: "Are you crazy?!"

Zhuo Zewu shrugged his shoulders, and said cruel words in a calm tone: "I was going to die, but it was just ahead of schedule. I believe the son of the county magistrate will take care of it for me."

He raised his knife and moved closer.

The horse trainer of the No. [-] racecourse who was pointed at at the side finally started to tremble, slid and sat on the ground, and begged for mercy from the two: "The villain is guilty, the villain was confused for a while, and he was deceived by others. thing!"

This man's name was Xu Shenyi, but his name was not worthy of him.

Half a month ago, this person accepted a bribe from another horse trainer at the horse farm, saying that someone wanted to get rid of Lu Yiming. He thought that this person was just a farmer, so he didn't know that another person, the son of the county magistrate, was involved.

Besides, there are ten taels of silver!He only got this price after five years of working on the racecourse, so of course he agreed.

It was agreed at the beginning that as long as he waved the flag here, he thought that such a simple matter would not be found out in a hurry. After many considerations, he still couldn't resist the temptation of ten taels of silver and did something wrong.

Now that he heard that he was going to die because of this, he was afraid, but he didn't understand how he was exposed.

"As the first person to be questioned, you answered too decisively, without thinking about it, explaining that there was a plan in advance, how to answer."

Seeing that people were a little confused, Lu Yiming answered them, but he didn't understand, how could someone want his life for such an ordinary farmer?

Feng Tingji didn't understand either. It's understandable that someone wants to kill him. It's not like he hasn't experienced it before. He didn't understand that the people from No. [-] racecourse hired Xu Shenyi to kill Lu Yiming. It's such a big detour?

impossible.

He approached the horse trainer at No. [-] Racecourse, wanting to extract a confession, but when he approached, a sharp dagger suddenly cut across his neck. The sun shone on the knife, and the dazzling light pierced into his eyes. Dazed for a moment.

The dagger shaved a few strands of hair from his temples, and his heart was pounding.

If it hadn't been for Zhuo Zewu who was at the side to help him, he would definitely be blood spattered on the spot.

Seeing that the matter was revealed, the man rolled his throat and swallowed something. After a while, he covered his neck, his face turned livid, his eyes widened and he stopped moving.

It was just a momentary thing, and it was too late for Lu Yiming to stop it.

[Can the poison be cured? 】

【already dead. 】

It's useless to solve it.

Everyone recovered from the fright, and all turned to look at the living Xu Shenyi.

How could this person still look calm and composed just now, the pungent smell came from his body, this time he was really scared to pee.

"Take him back and interrogate him carefully." Feng Tingji dared to bet that the man came to kill him just now, and any jealousy of Lu Yiming's riding and shooting ability was just a cover.

He looked at Zhuo Zewu again for the first time, and wanted to apologize for the previous suspicion, but the words he said were not so pleasant: "I didn't expect it was really not you."

He realized that this was not right, and quickly changed his words: "I mean, thank you this time, the cooperation just now was good."

"What cooperation?"

"I understand what you just said about killing people. I often use threats."

Seeing Zhuo Zewu's gloomy eyes, Lu Yiming didn't say much. This is not just casual psychological warfare, this person really wants to do it.

Zhuo Zewu took a step closer to Feng Tingji, blocking half of Feng Tingji's body, and turned sideways to warn Lu Yiming.

Um?Is it his illusion?This person regards him as an enemy, or a rival in love?

It should be his illusion of being assimilated by this world, everyone looks like a couple.

The crowd dispersed, and the forgotten Ma Peisheng was suddenly brought up.

"Ma Peisheng, go down and get twenty boards, and ask the steward to settle the recent silver taels, and give it an extra month."

Ma Peisheng clenched his fists and didn't dare to say anything. Now that he knew who this person was, he trembled and dared not look directly at the other person. Before he was in a hurry to speak out, now he was terrified. This man was very kind by not killing him. .

He kowtowed twice tremblingly at the man, and went back to receive the punishment according to the owner of the racecourse, knowing that he could not stay in this racecourse any longer, and did not resent the owner of the racecourse, knowing that the other party was trying to save him.

"Wait a minute," Feng Tingji called him, looked at him carefully for a moment, and said to the owner of the racecourse, "After receiving the punishment, send him to my house."

It’s over.

Ma Peisheng's face was pale. No one in the neighborhood knew about this master's tricks. Many prisoners in the government office gave testimony because they couldn't bear the torture of the other party. Although they were all perpetrators, their names spread and everyone knew This man has a lot of means.

He had seen the scene just now. In order not to implicate the young and old in the family, Ma Peisheng could no longer swear, so he could only kowtow to thank him.

The owner of the racecourse looked at the back of the man going away, and sighed secretly. Although Ma Peisheng was an outspoken man sometimes, he was good at raising horses.

He knew where the size was, otherwise it would not have been possible to safely run a racecourse in Jushui Town for so many years.

Although both of them misunderstood him a bit, he didn't say much, awe is the basis of subordinates' loyalty.

Feng Tingji bypassed Zhuo Zewu who was standing in front of him, and sincerely thanked Lu Yiming: "Thank you Brother Lu for saving me, otherwise I might not be able to participate in the scientific examination in spring."

When the horse lost control before, he prepared for the worst, but he didn't expect to be rescued. Although it was impolite to throw him in the haystack in a hurry, it was also a helpless act. He could not avenge his kindness.

"Brother Feng, you are being polite."

Thinking of something, Feng Tingji, who was planning to go back home, asked him, "Have you found someone to guarantee?"

"No."

Originally, he met some people in the racecourse and martial arts field. Although he was interested in it, the number of people had not yet been determined. He said that he would discuss it after the Spring Festival, so he didn't talk to Fu Lang about taking him with him.

"We need someone here, would you like to come?"

Feng Tingji's thinking is simple, this person can save someone at a critical moment, which means that there must be no problem with his character. Since the other party does not have a guarantor, it just happens to be convenient for him, and he feels more at ease.

Lu Yiming pondered for a moment. If the county magistrate's son refuses to accept the invitation, it would seem that he doesn't know how to be flattering. However, he has another thing to confirm: "I have an unfeeling request. I wonder if I can bring my family."

Feng Tingji's surprise was written on his face: "Do you want to bring your family with you for the scientific examination?"

But he quickly realized that, yes, they have book boys and servants to take care of, but farmers seem to bring their relatives, after all, some people really can't take care of themselves well.

Feng Tingji classified Lu Yiming into the group that is not very good, and he did not expose it, but had some sympathy and understanding.

"Yes, I wonder if it is possible?"

Lu Yiming didn't know what this person thought of him, even if he knew, he wouldn't say anything more, and discussed his soft husband with the other party?That definitely won't work, he doesn't want to.

After the other party nodded, the two agreed to get to know each other with the other three candidates on the eighth day of the eighth day, and to fill out the certificate of completion on the same day.

******

New Year's Eve ancestor worship.

After Lu Yiming had lunch at Jiang Runshan's house, he bid farewell to his husband and hurried back to the village to worship his ancestors.

From his busy childhood to New Year's Eve, he can finally sleep a few more peaceful nights without being oppressed by Mr. Jiang.

It's better to come early than coincidentally. When he returned to the village, the three of them had already placed tributes and joss sticks on the table of the Eight Immortals, waiting to be lit.

"My husband is back!"

He wasn't sure that it was a little far away, but now that it's getting closer, Pei Xing shouted in overjoyed.

"I am back."

When Lu Yiming entered the door, he habitually took him into his arms and kissed him on the forehead. Lu's father and mother inside the door were not surprised.

Enter the door, let them do as they please.

It was Lu Yiming's turn to pour the wine, and wine cups and bowls and chopsticks were placed on the table at a certain distance, indicating the elders who needed to pay respects.

Lu Yiming picked up the wine jug with a sharp mouth, and sprinkled each wine cup half full with rice wine, so that he could refill later.

Mother Lu placed lighted candles and incense on the southernmost table, and placed a bundled straw mat in the open space in front of the table as a worship mat.

There is an iron pot similar to a pot on the left front of the Eight Immortals table, which is used to burn paper money.

Put the bought paper money and Buddhist chanting firewood in an iron pot and ignite them, and worship the ancestors facing the north according to their seniority.

Traditional customs are becoming weaker in modern times. Few people in the urban area where he lived used to perform traditional ancestor worship ceremonies. They always held some banquets before the year and directly reported to the group tour after the year. The strong atmosphere of the year has also faded a lot.

But along the way just now, almost every household opened their doors to worship their ancestors, and the taste of the new year came to their faces all of a sudden.

"Would you like some wine?"

He took out the wine he brewed earlier and poured himself a glass. The taste was okay, a little sweet, and the alcohol was not strong. Little Xingxing should like it.

Sure enough, Fu Lang took a sip from his wine cup, and then drank it down by himself: "It's delicious, sweet and fragrant!"

Little Sweet Cat licked her lips, staring at the jar of wine with longing eyes.

Lu Yiming didn't let people drink too much. Although the alcohol content of the wine was not high, it was still wine. With this person's capacity for alcohol, he didn't dare to let people drink it now.

Otherwise, if he misses the New Year's Eve vigil and nodding incense, this person will be angry tomorrow.

Pei Xing's eyes were glued to the wine, and Lu Yiming leaned closer and asked, "Is it really so delicious? I just took a sip, and I didn't seem to taste anything. Will Fu Lang let me have another sip?"

Pei Xing didn't think too much about it. Of course the wine brewed by your husband can be drunk. He poured a glass for Lu Yiming: "Drink it, my husband."

Knowing that someone didn't react, Lu Yiming put his hand lightly on the back of his head, not allowing this person to escape, he bent down, opened the person's teeth, and tasted the mellow wine to his heart's content.

After a long time, Lu Yiming kissed him softly in his arms before he opened his mouth to describe it: "It's really as sweet and fragrant as Fulang said."

Smash it while talking, it seems to continue.

Pei Xing gently pushed the hand on his chest, "Husband, it's time for New Year's Eve dinner."

They came to get the wine to add some excitement to the New Year's Eve dinner. Unexpectedly, the two of them spent a long time in the wine cellar, and both father and mother were suspicious!

Lu Yiming looked up and saw Mother Lu who was about to call them, nodded to her, indicating that he was coming, then reluctantly let go of the little husband's shoulder, put the jar of unsealed wine into the back basket, and began to climb the ladder.

Back in the kitchen, Mother Lu sighed at Father Lu, and suddenly suggested: "Master, why don't we have another one?"

Father Lu was very surprised, what he saw just now made his daughter-in-law say such a thing.

"What are you talking about, you are almost becoming a grandmother, and your body can't take it anymore. What are you doing with this crime?"

Lu's mother was also stimulated by the stickiness of the two, she had a whim, she really wanted a child, how could she have such a face, maybe Brother Xing was about to have one in her stomach.

"I'll just say it."

Seeing the two people coming out of the wine cellar, no one brought up this topic again, and Lu Yiming didn't know that he almost had a younger brother or younger sister who was about [-] years old.

"This is newly brewed wine, mother, you can taste it, it's made by your husband, it's delicious."

Pei Xing poured it on Lu's mother like a Buddha, and secretly refilled another glass for himself. He drank anxiously with the wine cup, for fear that Lu Yiming would take the wine cup away.

"I won't compete with you, drink slowly, eat some appetizers to fill my stomach, and I can drink two more glasses."

The wine cup is not big, drink three or five cups until you will not get drunk, so let's satisfy this little greedy cat who rolled his eyes while smiling.

Mother Lu and Pei Xing drank red wine, while Father Lu and Lu Yiming drank rice wine.

After drinking for three rounds, the father and son hadn't spoken for a long time. Taking advantage of the new year, Father Lu asked him about his progress in the martial arts examination.

They never asked, because they were afraid that Lu Yiming would feel that they didn't take him seriously.

After all, five years is a hurdle. They never participated in the growth of their son. Now the young eagle has grown into an eagle. Although the eagle cannot help him soar, it is still necessary to care for him as a parent.

"Have you decided on a guarantor?"

Lu's father clinked glasses with Lu Yiming. They didn't understand academic things, but they could still care about some other trivial things.

"Well, it's decided today. On the eighth day of the eighth day, I will go to the town to fill out the guarantee certificate."

"That's good. Is the silver tael enough? If not, you can tell us that we have kept the money you gave us, and we don't need to spend much on weekdays."

Father Lu can be regarded as a representative of taciturnity, but now he drank too much wine and talked more.

"Father, Xiao Xing and I still have twenty taels, enough."

Speaking of taking part in the test, Lu Yiming took the opportunity to reveal his plan to bring Pei Xing along: "Father, mother, I will bring Xiaoxing along this time."

A certain little rabbit with ruddy cheeks suddenly heard his name, stopped licking the wine a little bit, turned its head and stared blankly at the husband, a little dazed.

Husband, do you want to take it to Jiangzhou Mansion?

"Here," Lu's mother and Lu's father looked at each other, and Lu's father was puzzled, "Can you bring your family?"

The person watched by the whole family said calmly: "Well, the person who guarantors me will bring a servant, and there is nothing wrong with me taking Fulang."

The worries on Lu's father and Lu's mother's face were clear at a glance, only Pei Xing quietly took his hand and held it tightly, without saying a word.

Seeing that the two parties agree with each other, the elders will not be boring themselves. What Lu's mother didn't say was what to do if Brother Xing on the way, but thinking that Lu Yiming hadn't moved since he came back for more than four months, he felt that it should not be so fast.

It's not easy for my brother to conceive, it happens often in two or three years, the young couple are not in a hurry, so naturally they are not in a hurry.

While Lu's mother was washing the dishes, Pei Xing pulled Lu Yiming straight to their bedroom.

"Husband really wants to take me to Jiangzhou Mansion?"

Scared by the shock just now, Pei Xing was completely sober, and the clouds on his face disappeared, and now he was looking up at him without blinking, full of anticipation.

"Naturally, are there any unfulfilled promises for your husband?"

Pei Xing shook his head without thinking. If the husband says what he says, he will do what he says.

He previously thought that he would be separated from her husband for more than two months. He wanted to spend more time with him all day long, but he didn't dare to disturb him to study his homework. It was really hard.How can I not be ecstatic when I hear that I can stay with my husband all the time.

"I have been staring at me for the past few days, is it because I am leaving, planning to look at me more?"

Pei Xing opened his eyes wide, it turned out that the husband knew that he was peeking!

Lu Yiming hugged this man and sat on the chair in front of the desk, and remembered one thing, he hadn't asked Fu Lang for that kiss yet.

"Punishment with a piece of paper, Fulang still remember?"

He naturally remembered, but his husband was busy these few days, so he thought he had forgotten.

Lu Yiming still remembered when he saw someone, he naturally leaned back on the teacher's chair, like a gentleman, waiting for his husband's service.

Don't say it, I'm looking forward to it.

Under the dim light, the blush that had just subsided reappeared on his cheeks again, and no makeup was better than heavy makeup, which reminded him in a trance of that wedding night in the bridal chamber, when Fu Lang was sitting on the bedside waiting for him like this.

His eyes became darker, heat surged in his body, and he felt a little drunk.

Pei Xing was originally sitting on his lap, and the two of them were so close that he could clearly see the face. At this moment, the eyelashes fluttering because of shyness, gently plucked the strings in his heart bit by bit.

The other party approached with eyes closed, and moved away before his lips touched the corner of his mouth. He looked at him for two seconds, and suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his eyes before he dared to put his lips on it.

The kiss was not deep, it couldn't be called a kiss, it was just close together, and finally licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue.

Lu Yiming grabbed the back of his head and brought it to his mouth. He didn't take it back to eat, sorry for his patience.

It wasn't until Pei Xing's hand holding his front trembled slightly that he let go of the person, and the person in his arms leaned weakly on his shoulder, panting deeply.

Lu Yiming agreed for him