three years.
The king's hegemony is to marry and have children.
three years.
Su Ming and Dongfang Huaizhu's biggest range of activities is to live a life of farming men and weaving women in this remote small place.
Aunt Rong would come over almost a lot of time to make do with Su Ming and Dongfang Huaizhu, and openly and secretly wanted Su Ming and Dongfang Huaizhu to get married earlier.
Like an old mother looking forward to her children.
Dongfang Huaizhu is twenty-four years old, and he still looks like seventeen or eight years old. As for Su Ming, he looks like seventeen or eight years old, but actually he doesn't know how old he is
……
Tushan.
In the Fox Fairy Pavilion, a girl's eyes were empty, lying in front of the window, looking far away. The empty and ethereal eyes made people wonder if the girl wanted to be absorbed? Or simply watching the scenery?
The girl was dressed in a pure white train, and her dark and thick hair fell down vertically. From a distance, it looked like a beautiful white lotus flower, without any worldly influence.
Three years later, the girl was still the same girl. Time could not tell a trace on her face. She was Feng Baobao who was brought back by Tu Shanhong.
"Sister, it has been three years. It seems that Sister Bao'er hasn't said a word. There are many new teachers."
In the distance, a girl with green hair said sadly to an orange haired girl in front of her.
The former is Tu Shan Rongrong, the brain trust of Tu Shan, and the latter is Tu Shan Honghong, the strongest force of Tu Shan.
When Tu Shan Honghong heard this, a trace of pity flashed in the green eyes on Feng Baobao's face, and said faintly, "Maybe we should find that talent!"
"But he is dead..."
Tu Shan Rongrong frowned at the words.
"You must see the corpse when you die. It would be better to bring the corpse here. Maybe it can cure Sister Bao'er's current state."
Tu Shan Honghong turned and walked down the attic. There was no doubt in her words, and Tu Shan Rongrong had no chance to explain.
Tu Shan Rongrong looks at his sister who has gone down to the attic and turns to look at the ethereal Feng Baobao who is still looking into the distance. He has already thought about what he should do.
……
Outside the forbidden circle of Tiankujie and Lingzhou Ten Cities, the earth is scorched, the trees are dry, and the air is full of uncomfortable smell.
Somewhere on the scorched black ground, a wisp of black gas condenses from the bottom of the ground to form a black fox, whose eyes are very strange.
It's too dark to see the bottom
……
The human world is a remote Xiaoniu village.
In a forest in the west of Xiaoniu Village, there are a man and a woman. The man is handsome and the woman is like a fairy.
For three years, the original straw hut was still the same as before, except that vegetables had been planted all around.
The outer fence has more than doubled, and there are twenty or thirty chickens inside.
"Marry me?"
Su Ming said softly, holding Dongfang Huaizhu.
Hearing the words, Dongfang Huaizhu did not shy and avoid, but looked Su Ming in the eye for a long time, showed a happy smile, and gently nodded.
The next night.
There are happy happiness calligraphy stickers on the straw house. There are not many villagers outside, many of whom are the original ones, including Lan Xue and Yang Tiezhu.
Su Ming and Dongfang Huaizhu are wearing a bright red dress. Dongfang Huaizhu has been meticulously dressed by Lanxue at the head of the house. She was originally so beautiful that she became even more unpredictable with some rouge and powder.
"Worship heaven and earth!"
"Second worship!"
"Husband and wife worship each other!"
“……”
The host is naturally an elderly Aunt Rong.
Three years ago, when watching Lan Xue and Yang Tiezhu get married on the high hall, Su Ming did not expect that three years later, he would be with Dongfang Huaizhu.
After three salutations, Lanxue takes Dongfang Huaizhu, who is covered with red caps, into a simple hut. The thatched cottage has been decorated a lot, and everywhere looks particularly warm.
Dongfang Huaizhu sits quietly and nervously on the bed, waiting for Su Ming, who is drinking and chatting with the villagers, to return.
There were two big tables outside the house, and the people who came were obviously not as many as Lan Xue and Yang Tiezhu.
Many men are toasting Su Ming. They are envious of Su Ming for having such a beautiful wife.
The woman told Su Ming to treat Dongfang Huaizhu well. Su Ming smiled and nodded.
After nearly an hour or two at dinner, Su Ming sent them away one by one.
Tonight, Su Ming himself drank almost dozens of jin of white wine. If he had some accomplishments, he might not be able to enter the house today.
"Well, don't send it, go quickly! Don't let the bride wait for long!" Aunt Rong hurriedly started to send Su Ming out of the forest, and said happily.
"Hello, Aunt Rong, go slowly!"
Su Ming scratched his head and said.
"Come on, go quickly! I can't see you are worried, old lady!" Aunt Rong smiled.
"Hey, hey..."
Hearing the words, Su Ming giggled and turned to walk along the path in the woods. Aunt Rong also smiled and turned away.
When he was in the dark woods, Su Ming was no longer afraid because he had the strength to protect himself.
However, Su Ming stopped walking and looked into the dark woods. He saw a man vaguely.
The man, with red eyes and disheveled hair, was also looking at Su Ming with a long purple slit knife in his hand.
Su Ming rubbed his eyes and looked intently, only to find that there was nothing... The doubt in his heart disappeared when he saw the cottage through the forest.
The door and window of the hut are pasted with the characters of happiness. The candle light in the room illuminates the whole hut, making these festive characters emit red light, which makes people feel very warm.
Su Ming swallowed his saliva and licked his lips. His palms were also nervous and a sweat mist appeared. He came to the front of the house and slowly pushed open the familiar wooden door with his hands.
In three years, only this time I opened the wooden door with a different mentality, mind and mood.
Quack——
Squeak!
The door was slowly pushed open, Su Ming stepped in quietly, and then turned to close the door gently.
At the moment when Su Ming closed, the red headed bride sitting on the table grabbed the trouser legs with nervous hands.
Su Ming's eyes fell on Dongfang Huaizhu, and naturally he noticed the latter's move. Su Ming smiled, walked slowly over and sat beside him.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Su Ming reached out and took Dongfang Huaizhu's nervous hand and said softly. However, Dongfang Huaizhu also felt the sweat in Su Ming's hand.
Obviously, the two were equally nervous.
Then Su Ming lifted the red cap, looked at the peerless face like the work of heaven, couldn't help licking his lips again, and said: "Lady."
"My husband... my husband."
When he said this, Dongfang Huaizhu looked at Su Ming and dodged. His face was already red.
Seeing this, Su Ming inadvertently gave a evil smile, and his nervousness disappeared. He blew out the candles in the room and gently pressed the Oriental Huai Bamboo