I raised a husband in ancient times

A ray of sunlight through the window fell on Pei Xing's face, and he raised his hand to cover it, Xiao Xingxing's slightly wrinkled eyebrows stretched.

Lu Yiming didn't expect that Little Xingxing remembered what Yuan Xiao said casually that day, and actually wore women's clothes for a word.

Such a well-behaved husband really challenged his self-control.

"Well--"

Pei Xing's eyelashes fluttered, and before he woke up, Lu Yiming let go of the arm supporting his head and branded the watermark on his lips.

"I woke up Sleeping Beauty with a kiss."

Just as Pei Xing opened his closed eyes, what he heard was this sentence with a smile.

Following Pei Xing's movements, the quilt slipped off his shoulders, revealing large dark red spots. Lu Yiming picked up his arm, put it into the quilt, and embraced him from under the quilt.

"Husband, husband." Sensing Lu Yiming's change, Pei Xing didn't dare to move, for fear that the other party would do it again. He looked at Lu Yiming with pitiful eyes, as if he had been abused.

"Don't move you, let me hold you for a while."

Having said that, Lu Yiming's restless hands were still wandering around his body, seeming to soothe the sore muscles, but every touch point was on the sensitive area. This feeling of being indifferent made Pei Xing almost collapse.

There was a hint of crying in his trembling tone: "Husband, husband, I'm not sore anymore!"

"Is it really not sour?"

"really!"

Lu Yiming finally wiped some oil on his waist, then sighed regretfully, and left reluctantly: "Come with me to meet Lao Na today."

Suddenly talking about business, Pei Xing didn't react, and Lu Yiming patiently waited for his reply.

His little face was tangled together, although he didn't want to stay here alone every time and wait for her husband, but he didn't want to cause her husband any trouble: "But, my brother shouldn't get involved in your husband's foreign affairs, besides, your husband has just apprenticed to a teacher, so Will the behavior make Ying Lao unhappy?"

Lu Yiming followed his back, and explained in a warm voice: "How could Mr. Ying blame Little Xingxing, and he mentioned you to me yesterday."

Seeing that no one wavered, Lu Yiming changed his explanation: "We guys are wielding knives and guns there, and we often don't have a warm meal at noon. Shouldn't Fu Lang feel sorry for his husband?"

Having said that, Little Xingxing really felt a little distressed, he didn't know that Lu Yiming opened his eyes and said nonsense, and he didn't believe that there was no kitchen guy in the huge Yingzhai.

But the idea of ​​bringing this person over is serious, yesterday he promised Ying Lao to treat his old friend's illness, although the other party didn't give a clear answer, he felt that this person would definitely come.

According to Mr. Ying's narration, the third son served the country faithfully, and this person's status is probably not ordinary. Instead of letting Xiao Xingxing be scared at home and suspected of being a threat, it is better to take him away and put him under his nose, so that he can feel more at ease.

Pei Xing was finally persuaded, he slowly got up, saw the torn pieces of rags in Lu Yiming's hands, he turned his eyes away, but his face was indisputably red.

Memories of last night flooded into his mind. Originally, he thought that the clothes only needed to be worn once, but halfway through, her husband put them on for him again, and then tore them apart again. The good clothes were completely scrapped.

As soon as he saw this dress, he couldn't help but think about what happened yesterday. If he had known that her husband would do this, he... would probably still do it. Just because of his gluttonous appearance, he couldn't refuse.

If Lu Yiming knew what Pei Xing was thinking now, neither of them would probably want to leave this door today.

He bent down to pick up all these fabrics, put them in the package and did not throw them away. This was his first birthday present, so he had to keep it well, so that one day, he could reproduce it on a whim.

It was rare for the two of them to go out together today, so instead of making breakfast, Lu Yiming took someone's hand to the bun shop to buy a few buns to eat.

"Your basket of buns, please take it."

Lu Yiming handed one of the leaf-wrapped meat buns to Pei Xing, but he didn't see the little girl who just handed it to him, with cherry red eyes, suppressing tears and watching them leave.

The proprietress of the steamed stuffed bun shop also saw this scene, and sighed secretly. She inadvertently knew that her daughter, Xinyue, was a young man who often passed by the steamed stuffed bun shop.

She has also met Lu Yiming many times. He is handsome and easy to remember. She even inquired about the identity of this man, intending to ask for her daughter. Looking at her appearance, she sighed secretly, knowing that her daughter might be hopeless.

"Father and mother will find a marriage for you in a while, forget about this person."

Lu Yiming didn't know that he had an extra peach blossom. He found that Little Xingxing's eyes were out of focus, so he tightened his little hand and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about the first time I met my husband, he gave me corn to eat."

Pei Xing was eating the savory meat buns, and suddenly felt sensational. This was something he could not dream of before, but because of the arrival of her husband, he no longer felt that it was out of reach.

Lu Yiming also remembered the figure waiting for him in front of the door that day, and the tear that fell into his heart. Perhaps since then, he has been unable to remove this person from his life.

He thinks about these things in his heart, but what he says is another matter.

"I also remember that there was a little crying bag before." Pei Xing was still waiting for his words, Lu Yiming leaned into his ear and said softly, "Now I have eaten it."

Pei Xing, who fell into memories at first, completely broke away. It's fine for her husband to act like no one else at home, but he is still so unruly on the street.

Pei Xing pouted, and decided to ignore her husband until he finished eating the buns.

Ying Lao, Jiang Runshan and Gu Huan were all here today, and they were a little surprised to see Lu Yiming bringing his husband, but the teasing eyes disappeared after eating Pei Xing's pastries.

Mr. Ying recalled the pine flower cake that melted in the mouth, and thought to himself, how about recognizing a godson?

Before he could put it into practice, the courtyard door was knocked again.

Lu Yiming saw the person's face clearly through the crack of the opened door. Isn't it the former governor, Song Qing, who walked with Mr. Ying during the Qunying meeting?

But why does the person behind him with a nose that is higher than the sky seem familiar?

"Why are you here?!"

Before Song Qing could speak, Fatty Song rushed up from behind, pointed at Lu Yiming's face and almost made his eyes pop out: "You poor martial artist, why are you here with Mr. Ying?"

Song Qing frowned and scolded, "Don't be rude."

Lu Yiming swept back and forth between Song Qing and Fatty Song, but he never thought that Fatty Song suddenly remained silent that day because he saw Song Qing, and he thought that the other party was putting on a prudent air because he saw Ying Li.

Since everyone has seen it, there is no need to introduce it.

"Is this the martial artist who said he wanted to heal me?"

Song Qing looked Lu Yiming up and down, looking at him with a personable manner and a dignified appearance, he didn't seem like a bluffing person. He came to meet this person because he was a wine producer, and he was skeptical about what could relieve his headache and insomnia.

After all, when he was in the capital, he asked an old imperial doctor to take his pulse, but he just got some soothing incense, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"It's Xiaosheng. He said that he didn't dare to treat him. It might relieve him a little bit."

After Lu Yiming finished speaking, some people began to sneer: "Tch, the poor man from the countryside may be a trick to deceive the old man. Grandpa must not be deceived by him."

Song Qing ignored his grandson's words, and stretched out a hand to make it easier for Lu Yiming to feel his pulse.

If it was a poor and white martial artist who came to the door, he would definitely beat him out, and he would be the one who cheated money?

However, the person who was taking his pulse in front of him was Ying Lao's closed disciple, so he had to pay attention to it. Besides, with the wine foreshadowing in advance, he was also a little bit interested, and wanted to see what kind of ability this person had that could impress Ying. From admiration.

Fortunately, the news of Yinglao's apprenticeship has not been spread, otherwise his grandson might not let it go.

Song Qing looked directly into the young man's eyes and asked casually, "How?"

Lu Yiming withdrew his hand and asked, "Did Mr. Song suffer from a brain injury when he was young?"

"How did you know?"

Song Qing was a little skeptical at first, but now he really thinks that this man has three points of ability. When he was young, he was also a general guarding the border. He was transferred back by the emperor after suffering a serious brain injury. Although he recovered after resting, his night vision failed. There is a problem, but only a few people in the military camp knew about this matter, and even Ying Li had no way of knowing.

Lu Yiming didn't answer his question, but went on to say: "Master Song's headache is caused by it, and it seems to have worsened in recent years. I'm afraid you won't be able to get a good night's sleep in the near future."

[If this old man doesn't get treatment, he may not live well for a few months, Xiaopang is so pitiful. 】

[Can you cure it? 】

[That... definitely won't work, but with my ability, it's still possible to delay it for five or six years. 】

[Are you still proud? 】

[Of course, who am I? I am Bilu Xiaomiao, the invincible commander in the universe! 】

[Why didn't I know you had a last name? 】

【There are many things you don't know...】

Lu Yiming seriously doubted that Xiao Miao had secretly found a wife behind his back recently. She was much quieter than usual, and she was more active in earning money, and she didn't know what she planned to do.

Soundless silence is Song Qing's best answer. He does have these symptoms. Recently, he has not only lacked sleep, but even thinks of his sons and wives who have passed away from time to time. He is wondering whether his life span is coming to an end.

Fatty Song on the side didn't know about this, and now seeing that Song Qing didn't refute, he started to panic: "Grandpa, is this true?"

Song Qing looked at his grandson who was strong but simple-minded, and patted his hand: "Don't worry, it's not that serious."

These words obviously calmed Fatty Song, and he yelled at Lu Yiming to cover up his uneasiness: "Did you hear me! My grandpa is very good, you must be lying!"

No one at the scene paid attention to the emotional Fatty Song, and even Pei Xing looked at him with a hint of pity.

Song Qing waved his hand, and only he and Lu Yiming were left on the scene. He said bluntly: "A friend of mine told me that I can live for another year, but in recent days I feel extremely tired and unable to do what I want. Does it mean that the condition has worsened?"

Lu Yiming didn't know that this man knew something about his body. Seeing that the old man still looked gentle, he nodded at him without hiding anything.

After getting an affirmative answer, Song Qing lightly tapped the table with his index finger, pondered for a moment, did not say whether it could be cured, but asked, "How many years can you delay?"

Lu Yiming opened his palm and stretched out five fingers.

"That's better than I imagined." Song Qing got the reply, but smiled, and the smile turned to examine, "What do you want?"

As expected of an old man who has been on the battlefield and in the officialdom, his eyes are very sharp.

Lu Yiming met his eyes. If he was an ordinary person, he would probably have been frightened by the opponent's aura at this moment, but he didn't feel this way. It's just that his originally relaxed back was straighter.

No one knows what the two said in the guest room, but not long after, a wine shop in the commercial center of Jiangzhou Prefecture quietly changed its owner, and a new wine named "Zhaixing" was listed, and it will not be sold for the time being .

The author has something to say: Jiageng wait until the 12th~ Start steaming buns~

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