The Reborn Lady is Farming

   Qi Haoran was relieved, and contentedly hugged Mu Yangling and fell asleep.

   Mu Yangling wanted to think about something deep, but Qi Haoran's embrace was so comfortable that he fell asleep accidentally.

   At this time, the light was still on in the small study room of the Anjun Prince's Mansion, and the four bear children were still lighting the lights and fighting at night.

  Although he had to change the subject, Xiao An was the first one to write it there. He happily dropped the pen, dried the ink and ran to the main courtyard.

   The other three children all looked up at him enviously, then lowered their heads and continued to struggle.

  There was not a single servant in the main courtyard. Xiao An frowned, and walked into the house full of doubts. When he passed the window, he heard the gasping sound of his father in the room.

  Fan Zijin instructed Little Xia, "Knead the potion and use more strength."

  Xiao Xia nodded, but with a little effort, Fan Zijin kept gasping for breath, but the situation was not much better. Seeing her husband's face getting more and more ugly, Xiao Xia whispered: "Why don't you ask the doctor..."

"Then let everyone know that Master twisted his hand because he beat up a few children? You are not ashamed, Master has no face, hurry up and knead it!" Fan Zijin was very dissatisfied, "They all eat the same food, how's your strength? so small?"

  Xiao An silently closed her big open mouth and silently pushed the door in.

  The two people who were secretly applying medicine in the room were silent. Fan Zijin saw his son who walked into the inner room, his face turned red, and he stared: "Who taught you the rules? Don't you know what to ask first?"

  Xiao Xia's eyes circled around the faces of the father and son, and finally got up and handed the medicine to the son, then turned and left.

   Xiao An took the potion and said, "Daddy, let me apply the medicine for you."

   Fan Zijin snorted. Anyway, his son knew it, and it was useless to drive people out. Fan Zijin simply stretched out his hand like an uncle.

  Xiao An rubbed his father's hand and whispered, "Dad, this is my fault, I will definitely correct it and never do it again."

Fan Zijin felt relieved. Thinking of the filial remarks his son said before, he couldn't help but feel happy. There are many examples of the father, son and brother in the DPRK disagreeing with each other, and there are many examples of bad feelings. It is rare. Although the time to give up is limited, Fan Zijin will be happy as long as his own son is always more filial to him than other sons.

   As soon as his heart was relieved, the pain in his body immediately magnified. Xiao An's hand was so hard that Fan Zijin cried out.

  Fan Zijin wanted to hit a few children with a ruler, but he was an adult man, so he had to slap the children for fear that a trivial hand would break the children.

   Even though the four children stood and let him beat him, Fan Zijin accidentally twisted his hand, and his arm was sore, which was a sequelae of sudden excessive exercise.

   Xiao An gave his father good medicine. Seeing that he was drowsy, it was not good for him to review manuscripts for himself. He could only cover people with a quilt and go out lightly.

   On the way, I met three friends who got together.

  Xiao An has been gone for too long. After Little Lion and the others finished writing the manuscript, they found that the person hadn’t come back. They agreed that Fan Zijin was angry and beat him again. Although their buttocks stopped hurting, no one was willing to come up and be beaten.

   So the three friends unanimously decided to wait for Xiao An on the road, make sure there is no danger, and then take the manuscript to hand over.

  Xiao An looked at them accusingly, "Fortunately I didn't get beaten, otherwise would it be that I was the only one to suffer? You didn't even save me!"

  Qi Wensu touched his head embarrassedly, but Hu Tou asked anxiously, "Why haven't you been beaten for so long, is it because the second uncle is very strict and doesn't give it?"

  The little lion was also worried about the manuscript. This was written with great difficulty, so he won't pass the test again, right?

"No, I didn't show the manuscript to my father," Xiao An explained sadly, "My dad beat us up and injured our arm. I'm going to give him medicine. Let's leave the manuscript to the gentlemen. Anyway, we didn't have it this time. Write sensitive things."

   The three little friends opened their mouths and touched their buttocks invariably, feeling that the pain really stopped, "Brother Xiao An, does your **** still hurt?"

  Xiao An rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not a paper mush. After rubbing the medicine in the afternoon, it doesn't hurt much."

   So the person who was beaten was fine, but the person who was beaten was injured?

  The three little friends were infinitely sympathetic to Fan Zijin, and they couldn't help but look at him the next morning.

  Fan Zijin calmly finished breakfast, rinsed his mouth and wiped his mouth, and asked, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

  The little lion immediately said: "Second uncle, when you beat us in the future, be gentler, don't hurt your hands again."

   Hutou nodded again and again, "Otherwise, you should use your feet instead, and you shouldn't be injured."

  Qi Wensu assured, "We must poke our **** and never resist."

  Xiao An looked at his three friends, and then at his father, who had turned blue, and decisively lowered his head and pretended to be dead.

   It wasn't until the four of them left with their schoolbags that Fan Zijin took a deep breath while covering his chest, "Fortunately, I haven't died of anger yet."

  Fan Zijin also went to the yamen. There was no court meeting today, and everyone stepped to the yamen. The minister of the household was relieved when he saw Fan Zijin stepped into the household.

   He has two water conservancy projects in hand, and he wants to ask the emperor for money today. If he brings Fan Zijin, it may be a little more.

  The Minister of the Household, who only decided to give Fan Zijin ophthalmic medicine yesterday, immediately decided to give full play to the role of the other party and make the best use of everything.

  So Fan Zijin was dragged into the palace before he could get hot in his buttocks.

  Qi Haoran was also in the palace, talking to the emperor about equipping the barracks with cannons. When Fan Zijin came in, they both looked at his arm.

  Fan Zijin: "..."

Fan Zijin gritted his teeth in his heart, these stinky brats started talking nonsense as soon as they entered the palace. He decided that he must pick up four children and live in his palace today. Then his dinner and breakfast were all Ai Cai Mo, and the dim sum was Absinthe...

  The Minister of Tobe looked at the three of them suspiciously. Why did he think the atmosphere was a little weird?

Qi Xiuyuan coughed lightly, and drew everyone's attention back to discussing political affairs, but after the business was done, he said to Fan Zijin with concern: "Zijin, do you want to give you two days off? If you are not healthy, you should rest at home. Well."

  The Minister of the Household was stunned, and quickly turned to look at Fan Zijin. Sure enough, he looked a little bad and felt guilty. It turned out that Fan Zijin's early departure was not because of his bad attitude, but because he was not feeling well.

  Hubu Shangshu said warmly with guilt: "Since you are not feeling well, you can rest at home for a few days, and the Ministry of households can press it beforehand."

  Fan Zijin gritted his teeth and said, "No, I'm fine."

Hubu Shangshu is even more guilty, look, how dedicated Fan Shilang is, he even misunderstood others, Hubu Shangshu's face was even more gentle, and said softly: "Since you are sick, you must rest, or you will delay things if you burn your body. , and the gains outweigh the losses, so it's settled, you will rest for two days."

   Qi Xiuyuan and Qi Haoran bowed their heads slightly under Fan Zijin's gaze.