Lian Sheng knew what his husband was angry about, and she was angry and funny. But she told Yi Huan in the morning that she wanted to make him happy and could not break the promise in the afternoon. She was held hands by him all the way back to the room and honestly refused to resist.

Until he looked back at her, his starry eyes were still unhappy. Lian Sheng smiled and said, "Husband, you are jealous."

He was greeted with a cold look: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't!"

"You have it, you have it all written on your face."

He raised his lips and smiled, "I can't be happy even if the army returns successfully." Lian Sheng held back his laughter and hooked his fingers, "Husband, you bow your head."

He remained silent and looked at it. Lian Sheng said sweetly: "I want to kiss you."

Yi Qiancheng stretched out his hand and flicked her forehead, "No shame." However, his eyes shone brightly and he looked down at her. Lian Sheng hooked his neck and kissed him gently on his side, like a dragonfly squirting the water, stopping.

His pupils were pitch black, and her shadow was covered in it.

"Husband, are you happy?" she asked in a low voice, a little shy. In the past, she only dared to say that this was the first time she took the initiative to kiss him. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and Lian Sheng's eyes lit up, "Then don't be so stingy. I can't go out for the rest of my life. I have fought several battles this year. I want to do something for the soldiers myself."

Her voice was slim and pleasing. Yi Qiancheng was reluctant, but was afraid that she would be disappointed, so he uttered. This was what she meant to be happy.

Lian Sheng made up his mind to finish the purchase the next day. Yi Qiancheng did not stop her this time, but the matter was finally left alone.

——She didn't get out of bed the next day.

Yi Qiancheng tirelessly tossed her, and finally coaxed her to come on the desk.

The New Year Festival is coming in a blink of an eye. It snowed the night before. The snowflakes were spread on the ground. Looking at it, the silver was covered with silver, and the world turned white. Lian Sheng wore a moon-white chrysanthemum pattern, a pair of soft-soled pearl cotton shoes on her feet, and a red jacket on her outside. She was wrapped in thick clothes, revealing her white face and black eyes.

It looks festive and painful.

Yi Qiancheng bent his mouth and took her to the central hall to meet the ministers of the sea buckthorn. Although there are not many things in the Yi Mansion, every year, the ministers would come to the city lord's mansion to pay New Year's greetings. In previous years, he sat alone on a high chair, and this year he added another next to the chair.

Song and Yuan Dynasty came early, and after saluting, they became silent, and suddenly spoke to Lian Sheng, "Madam, I'm sorry, I offended many times before."

Lian Sheng was shocked and looked at Yi Qiancheng with a little helplessness. He nodded gently and signaled her to accept the apology. Lian Sheng was very embarrassed. She felt that the reaction before Song Yuan Dynasty was human nature, and there was nothing to be sorry for her, so she hurriedly said, "Sir Song, don't say that, I know you have no malicious intentions."

Lian Sheng sent gifts to every general in the name of Yi Qiancheng, and the people who came one after another expressed their gratitude.

Fu Yi came later, and a woman in pink was followed behind her.

The woman was graceful, and compared to Lian Sheng, she deliberately wrapped herself up many layers. She only wore a jacket and skirt, her posture was full, and she looked very beautiful. Lian Sheng looked at her twice, and saw that she didn't seem to feel the coldness, and she secretly admired her.

Fu Yi said a few festive words before introducing to Yi Qiancheng and Lian Sheng: "This is the great hero I have told the general, Miss Yan Yue."

Yan Yueying bowed and smiled generously at the person on the master's seat. However, her eyes stopped on Lian Sheng for a second and then fell on Yi Qiancheng. Most women were sensitive. Even if she didn't say a word, Lian Sheng felt that this girl who was not afraid of the cold was not kind.

Although Yi Qiancheng did not notice Yan Yue's thoughts, the girl had been indirectly contacted before - the news about the Lord of the Banmu Palace was conveyed by her. Logically, she should have stayed at Banmu, instead of following the army back to the sea buckthorn.

"Little woman Yan Yue, pay homage to the general."

"Thank you for your hard work in Miss Yan, I will thank you again. I wonder what Miss Yan is doing when she comes to sea buckthorn?"

Yan Yue folded her hands on her abdomen, glanced at Lian Sheng staring at her, and gently curled her lips: "The Lord of the Closing Mu is now a general, and Yan Yue is also a member of the Lord of the Closing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Musing Me," said Yan Yue.

She avoids the important things and makes women with affection and righteousness always deserve some high regard.

Yi Qiancheng did not want to talk about this during the New Year, but since Yan Yue was kind to Sea Buckthorn, he would consider giving her some face. He spoke lightly: "It's my duty."

"Yan Yue comes to the general to discuss the matter with my brother next day." She stopped when she saw that she was ready, raised her eyes and looked at her eyes with a three-point charm. Yi Qiancheng withdrew his gaze, without any fluctuations on her face.

After everyone had met, Lian Sheng's strange feeling still lingered. She didn't want to wrongly accuse someone for no reason, and felt uncomfortable for a while. When she saw a puppy, she forgot that she was unhappy.

It was a gray little puppy, only half a month old, with short hair on its body, and only had baby teeth. It was shaking when walking, and there was no strength in the hind legs.

Lian Sheng was extremely happy, so he held it in his arms and scratched its chin. The little puppy looked up at her. Its eyes were dark and bright, and it exuded a cleverness. It seemed that he knew that Lian Sheng was its future master, so he actually leaned into her arms obediently.

Yi Qiancheng looked at it coldly, trying to take out the stupid ugly dog ​​and throw it away. Thinking that Lian Sheng would no longer feel bored if he had this thing, he restrained his thoughts.

It was too small, and Lian Sheng was worried when she passed by joy, for fear that she could not support it or became sick. It was covered with snow and its short hair looked pitiful. Lian Sheng hurriedly asked Xiyu to make a nest for it, which was soft and warm.

She really couldn't like it, so she teased the little puppy for a while. The puppy opened her black eyes and licked her fingers.

"Take this... dog out!" Yi Qiancheng looked coldly and glanced at Xiyu. Xiyu hurriedly carried the little puppy and walked out.

"Husband?" Lian Sheng looked back at him, with some confusion.

"It's hungry, eat something before bringing it back."

Lian Sheng nodded, and a healthy blush appeared on his little face. Yi Qiancheng took a veil to wipe her hands and wiped it over and over again. But he moved lightly, Lian Sheng was immersed in joy and asked him: "Husband, what's the name of the puppy?"

A dog is a dog, but a fun thing to make her happy. Yi Qiancheng does not intend to name a dog.

"What's the name? It's just snowing last night, so it's called Baixue."

He couldn't help laughing when he heard this. Looking at Lian Sheng who was thinking seriously, he felt that the person in his arms was the cutest and sweet.

Lian Sheng thought about it and felt that a gray dog ​​named Bai Xue was a bit funny. She yelled, "It's okay to call Hui Xue."

Yi Qiancheng refused to comment. He wiped her hands and reminded her: "A Sheng, where is the New Year gift you gave me?" Lian Sheng did not forget, but when she thought of the cloak that had been made long ago, she felt a little shy.

That was done by Yi Qiancheng when she went to war. At that time, her thoughts were already on him. She took the cloak and handed it to him: "You are not allowed to dislike it."

There was a smile in his eyes: "That's not necessarily the case, I'm a picky person."

He had seen this cloak for a long time, and she didn't know it. In her nervous gaze, he shook his clothes, looked at him with a solemn face, and looked at him with a picky look. Lian Sheng looked at his expression with a timid look, fearing that he would show displeasure.

Yi Qiancheng was not wearing it and was put into his arms.

"You, don't you like it?" She showed some grievance and looked at her pitiful and helpless. He bent down and blew hot air in her ears, and a squirt of itchyness appeared. "I like it, I like it very much."

I like it, but I can't bear to wear it.

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Lian Qi read the letter in his hand many times, as if he was looking at it like this, and the person in the letter would appear in front of him.

The letter carefully wrote about what she ate, what people she had seen, and what she said. A few thin pieces of paper recorded all her joys, sorrows, and happiness, and told him how happy she lived after leaving herself.

His hands unconsciously tightened, and soon unfolded again to see if the letter paper was damaged.

He only has this one left.

The Seabuckthorn City Lord's Mansion is lively this year, but Yingdong is never as deserted as ever. Both girls married far away, their eldest son was divorced, and they were unwilling to go back to their house during the New Year, so they stayed in the military camp. Only the youngest son Lian Xiyue was left behind, and they fell into the root of their illness and were still recuperating in bed.

Mrs. Sang shed tears at Lord Lian, which made Lord Lian feel upset.

As a mother, she was not only worried about Xiyue's health, but also about her daughter far away in the imperial city. After Tian'er married His Majesty, she never sent a letter back. She dreamed every night, but when she heard the woman's sharp cry, Mrs. Sang was afraid that her daughter would not be in good condition.

"Cry and cry, you know how to cry. The water splashed by a married daughter is useless to worry! As long as you keep this Yingdong, your Majesty will not treat Tian'er badly!"

"But, General Yi's troops are strong, and even Xiang Han is not his opponent. We..."

"The forces of Yingdong, Imperial City and Huanshui City are not as strong as Yi Qiancheng! Don't think about these things anymore. If you have time, discipline your son well. If he hadn't been to cause trouble throughout the day, Yi Qiancheng would have died in Yingdong long ago!"
Chapter completed!