Pastoral Relaxing Daughter-in-law Farmer

Chapter 237 Follow temptation

   Tan Anjun nodded seriously: "Since I saw the cheat book in the ring, the martial arts I trained before were useless. When I see your cheat book later, the one I trained before was a bastard. There's a big difference between the two."

Yang Lan'er hugged the strong waist of the man in front of her, raised her head and said with a smile: "Then our family will train hard, maybe one day we will be able to master it? From now on, this Yuyan Jue will be our family's unique knowledge. From the same line, non-members of my clan are not allowed to practice!"

   Tan Anjun's heart was agitated, and he smiled happily: "Alright, I will write this into the family rules."

  From our bloodline, an evocative speech!

  Yang Lan'er looked at his solemn promise, and laughed out loud: "Haha ..., from now on, our husband and wife will be the ancestors of our bloodline!"

   Future generations would never have imagined that the first great family rule of the Xuanhe family was rashly decided in such a situation.

Yang Lan'er helped her silly roe deer get acupuncture and moxibustion. The two hang on the boat and finish their dinner. After repairing the boat in the middle of the river, the two lay on their backs looking at the starry sky, listening to the water and patting the boat quietly with the sound of a body.

   After a long time, Yang Lan'er broke the silence and said with a light smile, "Sleeping in the river won't bother you from mosquitoes."

"Good,"

   "A quiet night, let's practice inner strength and mental methods?" Yang Lan'er imagined that one day he would achieve great success in training, and he would be able to enter the inner circle of the true Dachong Mountain to continue forward.

"it's good."

  …

  After Su Yongyuan finished eating, he walked along the small courtyard to digest his food, he heard Qingling singing from a distance, and followed his voice.

   "...Shuihuaer turned the boat around and the boat swayed across the south of the stone bridge, causing him to look at me with embarrassment."

   "Dad..."

  Su Yongyuan raised his hand, gestured for him to forgive him, and praised: "Xiaoyingzi, this song is sung well. I heard it, and the empty mountains and the birds were still together, and the sky was cloudy and bright."

   "Thank you, Sir, for your praise!" Yang Liying was flattered by her husband's praise, her face remained calm, but her clear eyes betrayed the excitement in her heart.

  Su Yongyuan was comforted in his heart, and the little boy pretended to be ancient, and asked casually: "Xiaoyingzi, who taught you this song?"

  He might know who it was, but just wanted to make a final confirmation.

  Yang Liying pursed her lips and said with a timid smile: "My aunt taught me. I thought it sounded good so I studied it, and took it out to practice from time to time."

"Oh…!"

  Su Yongyuan was not surprised, a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind, and he said in a persuasive manner: "Xiaoyingzi, please sing again to the master, I want to listen to the entire song, okay?"

"OK!"

The song my aunt taught me was loved by my husband. The little girl was overjoyed, holding a smile on both of her cheeks, calming the restlessness in her heart, clearing her throat, and the soft, candle-smooth voice of the child rippled softly in the silence of this night.

Su Yongyuan was addicted to singing and could not escape. He felt a little regret in his heart. Xiaoyingzi has a good singing voice, but unfortunately his voice is immature, so the adult voice charm of a girl is lost, and his charm of the whole song is reduced by 20-30% If my sister-in-law sings ..., shaking his head, he still did not want to seek harassment!

  But if..., what would my sister-in-law think?

   "Sir, I'm done singing." Seeing Master Su, Xiaoyingzi shook her head and frowned. Could it be that he sang so that Master Su was dissatisfied?

   "Oh, Xiaoyingzi sings very well, don't practice too late, go to bed early!"

   The little girl looked behind Mister Su who was walking away, shaking her little head, dear! A needle in a sea of hearts of men!