I was engaged in construction in ancient times

Running at night, the moonlight shines on the puddles on the ground, reflecting shining silver light.

Ma Chongjin rode a horse all the way, galloping at night was not an easy task, he dared to drive at night because of his equestrian skills.The mountain road was circling, and the mountain wind was howling. He was surprised to find that there were no obstacles along the way.

The official road in Yangzhou is so well built, even in such mountains, there is still a smooth road.

The building of the villa was close at hand. Ma Chongjin tightened his legs and pulled the reins back. The horse raised its front hooves and turned backwards. After galloping fast, it stopped quickly.

He got off his horse and walked towards the village.

The night watchmen in Zhuangzi seemed to have expected him to come and knew his identity long ago. Ma Chongjin suddenly flashed that handsome figure drinking in his mind, and sighed in his heart one after another.

I thought he was a rough person, but he was able to plan everything.

It's not easy.

Ma Chongjin was taken to the yard where Yang Maoyan rested.

The courtyard is quietly and elegantly arranged, flowers are blooming under the eaves, the burning lanterns are not deserted at night, and the vines climbing on the corner of the wall grow slightly curved twigs towards the moonlight. People retreated, the evening wind blew by, and there was a unique fragrance of flowers in the air.

The light was still on in the room, so it seemed that the people inside were not asleep.

He looked at the shadow in the house, but felt timid for some reason.

Ma Chongjin smelled faintly of alcohol, and he suddenly felt that this scene was very similar to when he escaped from home to meet Yang Maoyan.

That night, it was also the same moonlight, and there was also the fragrance of flowers.

Ma Chongjin hesitated outside. He looked at the figure on the window and couldn't get back to his senses for a long time. However, he was in a daze outside, but the people inside seemed to be waiting for the punishment to come. After waiting for a long time, the executioner still didn't come in.

Yang Maoyan was angry in his heart, his remaining patience was exhausted, and he picked up his favorite riding whip neatly, a rough whip with a blue tassel, he kicked the door furiously, only to hear a "clang" sound , the people standing stupidly outside looked at him blankly.

Seeing the real person, Yang Maoyan felt even more angry.

The riding whip in his hand burst out through the wind.

Throwing it head-on on Ma Chongjin's face, there was a heavy, muffled "snap".

Bleeding oozes from his face, he touched his face with his hands in a daze, the blood on his index finger was shocking under the bright blood color.

The burning pain woke him up instantly.

After so many years,...my husband is still so spicy.

Ma Chongjin was thinking wildly.

Yang Maoyan whipped the whip to relieve his anger, and hung the whip on his waist. He saw the wound on the opponent's face hideous under the moonlight, and he couldn't bear it. Turning his face away, he pretended to be cold and said: "What's the matter? Why did you come to me, shouldn't you obey the second uncle's words and go find some girl Yiyi at night..."

"I have already sent Miss Liu away."

"You can pick it up after sending it away. I'm here to rest, just to make room for your bed."

Ma Chongjin took a few steps forward, trying to hug Yang Maoyan's body, but was pushed away mercilessly by him, he bowed his head and said: "Maoyan, please go back with your husband, you know your mistake."

"It's like this every time." Yang Maoyan closed his eyes, and a sour breath rushed straight to the tip of his nose, and his eyes immediately turned red, "So what if it gets better this time, there will be another time, you are not wrong, the wrong person is I, Ma Chongjin, I've thought about it today, just like what the Ma family said, I'm not good enough for you, I can't be your rightful king."

"Give me a divorce letter, you can go back to Xiyuan alone, I plan to stay like this in the future—"

"Maoyan, listen to me." Ma Chongjin couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward and hugged Yang Maoyan into his arms, and wiped away the tears falling from his face with his hands, Yang Maoyan struggled in his arms, pulling his back The whip in the middle was about to hit Ma Chongjin.

Ma Chongjin looked at him firmly, and said seriously: "If this can relieve your anger, you can beat me up first."

Yang Maoyan looked at him with teary eyes, the blood seeping from the whip wounds on his face had already started to turn black, the original elegant appearance was horrifying under the moonlight, Yang Maoyan felt a pain in his heart, couldn't bear to look at him anymore, lowered his head and closed his eyes, burning hot Something slipped down somehow.

He was unable to sit down on the cold stone steps, and Ma Chongjin sat down with him.

"How long are you going to torture me? It's like this every time. I don't want to quarrel with you. Really, please let me go. I beg you. Ma Chongjin, please let me go. You want to marry a wife." Any concubine is fine, please let me go."

Ma Chongjin hugged him lovingly, with infinite tenderness in his eyes, "Don't worry, Maoyan, we will never quarrel again."

"After the matter in Yangzhou is finished, let's go to the capital together to relocate my parents' graves. Let's put incense sticks and kowtow three times to them, okay? My parents haven't seen their daughter-in-law for so many years."

Yang Maoyan rubbed her eyes, choked up and said, "Your parents won't admit me."

"What about your parents? Those are our parents. Maoyan, you have to be thick-skinned. From now on, we will talk to our parents on the tablet every day. If they don't admit it for a year, we will pester them for a year or ten years. If you don't admit it, we will pester them for ten years, and one day, they will accept you as their daughter-in-law."

"...they still want to kiss their grandchildren."

Ma Chongjin smiled, looked at him tenderly, and said softly: "There is nothing we can do about it, we have to complain to our parents, a son and daughter-in-law just can't be born."

He coaxed in a low voice: "Don't cry, okay, Maoyan, I feel very uncomfortable when you cry."

Yang Maoyan closed her eyes, leaned on his shoulder, her voice was hoarse, and she seemed to be muttering to herself: "Just talk to coax me at this time, after you go back, it will be the same..."

"I think it's very good here. I want to stay here. The mansion in Xiyuan is not mine. I should have left long ago."

"Chongjin, I'm actually very happy that you can say these words to coax me today, but I know that this kind of happiness is like a dream, and sooner or later it will be shattered and woke up."

He said these words like masochistic, after these three years, he has become a tired frightened bird, he no longer has the strength to go back and face those people.

"Maoyan, you are not the one who should leave, Xiyuan's home is the home of the two of us."

Yang Maoyan sneered, "Really? Ask yourself, do you believe this sentence?"

"Believe it." Ma Chongjin closed his eyes and opened them again, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, "I have already sent people to invite those insignificant 'outsiders' away, and when we both go back, the owner of the house is only us two. "

"If anyone bothers you again, take your riding whip and whip them."

"You." Yang Maoyan really didn't expect the other party to say these words suddenly.

"What's wrong with me?" Ma Chongjin smiled glibly, hugged Yang Maoyan in his arms, and pecked him on the face like molesting a good woman. "You dare to smack me, but you dare not slap them?"

"They are all elders of your Ma family."

Ma Chongjin snorted, "My serious elders are my own sister and my dead parents."

"My sister is on your side, and Yu and that little nephew, who knew how anxious we were arguing, even asked his husband to come over and scold me."

Thinking of Ma Shuqin and Yuhe, Yang Maoyan felt a lot in her heart.

Seeing that his expression was relaxed, Ma Chongjin continued: "You don't know, that kid Duan Shubai scolded me so badly."

"Deserved!"

"General Duan is a good man, many times better than you, a shameless profiteer."

Ma Chongjin raised his hand and tugged at his face, "Are you belittling your husband so much?"

Yang Maoyan snorted heavily.

Ma Chongjin hugged him with a smile, grabbed his hand, and interlocked his fingers, "Do you still remember what I told you in the desert when we rode to Xiyuan together?"

"We're going to be together all our lives."

"Never leave each other."

Yang Maoyan put her head into his arms, and the two hugged each other for a long time, the moonlight shone brightly behind them, sitting together on the cold stone steps, they didn't feel cold.

He raised his red and swollen eyes, turned his head and asked Ma Chongjin, "Are you sure you don't want a child?"

Yang Maoyan knew that Ma Chongjin liked children, but he was a defective twin and could not conceive a child.

"Of course I want a child, but my husband thinks about it carefully. I only want our own child, and nothing else."

"Your Ma family still needs someone to inherit the incense."

"Forget it, there's no need."

"What about the family business you have worked so hard to save all these years? Are you going to make it cheaper for others?"

Ma Chongjin smiled softly, "There is no other way, then I can only ask my husband to prosper, and we two will try our best to ruin the family business before we die."

Yang Maoyan: "..."

Yang Maoyan: "Don't you adopt a child from the collateral line of the Ma family?"

"I don't want to take advantage of other people's children. I just want to spend the money my husband earns for you."

Ma Chongjin looked at Yang Maoyan's red and swollen eyes, and recalled the past, "At the beginning, my husband worked hard to make money to support you, and I wanted you to live a good life."

Back then when they went to Xiyuan, the two of them were young and naive. They were deceived and robbed by thieves and robbers. Later, they were almost penniless. Ma Chongjin fell seriously ill. Yang Maoyan tried every means to earn medicine money for him Healing illnesses, running cold water to pick things up for people when it’s freezing cold, just for five taels of silver.

The root cause of Yang Maoyan's physical illness also fell at this time.

Somewhere, they were doomed to have such a result.

Yang Maoyan rubbed his eyes, the tears on his face intertwined, and he was even more confused under the moonlight. He found his voice with difficulty, "I thought you couldn't remember."

"I'm sorry, Maoyan."

Yang Maoyan's eyes were red, she leaned against his chest, closed her eyes, the evening wind was blowing, but she felt extremely peaceful in her heart, he looked up at the sky, and suddenly felt that today's night was very familiar.

It was also under such moonlight that he gave himself to Ma Chongjin.

"Husband, do you feel pain?" Yang Maoyan raised his head to look at the wound on his face, he was really angry at that moment, and he was merciless when he whipped him down.

The whip wounds on Ma Chongjin's face had already turned black and hardened, and a few strands of hair were stuck to the black and red bloodstains.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt anymore, of course, if you kiss Maoyan on it, it won't hurt even more."

"It's all like this, you are not serious yet, be careful to lose your appearance, you will be ugly to death."

"Then I can only pray, Fu Lang, that you don't despise me."

Yang Maoyan glared at him, but really couldn't bear it, raised her head and kissed lightly beside the whip, Ma Chongjin smiled and said, "It would be better if I could kiss a few more..."

"Dream!" Yang Maoyan scolded him, but he still felt sorry for him, so he found water, cleaned his wound, and applied the best healing medicine on it.

Ma Chongjin smirked as he watched him busy around for him.

The happiest thing in life is this.

When Ma Chongjin came back to visit his relatives, he brought not only the fine wine from Xiyuan that Duan Shubai was admiring, but also the good horse from Xiyuan. Among them were [-] hard-earned BMWs.

The sweat-blooded horse is not strong enough to carry heavy loads, but its handsome appearance and speed of traveling thousands of miles a day are unmatched by other horses.

These three hundred horses have become treasures in the barracks, and everyone wants to experience these handsome and tall BMWs that travel thousands of miles every day.

Usually, a thousand-mile horse is not common, but now there are hundreds of horses, and there are horses that sweat and blood, which is really shocking.

Jiang Bai and Liang Feng almost fought over a horse they were looking for, but in the end it was Duan Shubai who intervened, slapped each other, and took the horse away by himself, which made the army harmonious.

Seeing the general take the horse away, the two felt extremely regretful.

Jiang Bai: I knew I would stop fighting.

Liang Feng: I knew it would stop making trouble.

As a man, no one can resist such a BMW.

The same goes for Xiao Yuhe.

In the racecourse outside Xinyang City, Xiao Yuhe and his uncle Lang Yang Maoyan rode two white horses and ran in the circle. He refused, and now he rode horses with his uncle Lang and others, and didn't even want children.

Bah, it smells so good.

Duan Shubai hugged the little fat man, yes, he also brought the little fat man out, let this boy see real horses, don't always think about riding his father.

He sent for a small, docile mare.

Put the fat man on the saddle and let his fat hand hold the bridle.

The little fat man was very excited, drooling and grabbing the rein, Duan Shubai wiped his saliva, looked at his little hands, frowned, feeling his scalp was a little numb.

"Come on, hold the rope, be good, dad will teach you how to ride a horse."

The little chubby man is wearing a festive red dress, a simple red dress, only a big "Fu" embroidered with gold thread on the front of the clothes, and a little red hat on his head, such a pile of round red piles there, especially like A wine jar is very attractive, especially his father Duan Shubai.

The idea of ​​this dress was especially recommended by Duan Shubai.

Duan Shubai covered the Little Red Riding Hood for his son, poked his son's chubby cheek with his finger, and his soft cheek collapsed.

"Father, drive." The little fat man swung the reins excitedly.

"Obey, hold on to the rope."

Duan Shubai curled his lips into a smile, supported the little fat man's body, and let the filly under him walk forward meekly and slowly.

The mare was short, and Duan Shubai was tall and tall. They stood side by side safely, allowing the little fat man to try the feeling of riding a horse alone.

The little fat man was riding a real horse for the first time, and he was really happy. Every time he shook the rein in excitement, he would look at his father beside him, like a good soldier who obeys commands at all times.

There is no other way, every time his son winks over to see him, Duan Shubai praises him every time, "That's right, that's it, baby, are you happy?"

"Hmm."

"Smile for Dad if you're happy."

The little fat man giggled happily.

Duan Shubai breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, thinking: In fact, the child is quite easy to coax.

He couldn't help but feel a little proud.

However, even though they went out to ride a horse together today, he was the only one who didn't ride a horse.

Duan Shubai: "..."

look after baby.

Wronged.

Duan Shubai led the little fat man on a mare and slowly squirmed forward on the path, but unexpectedly, there was a sound of horse hooves from far to near, and the fast horse quickly passed by their father and son. The rider was Xiao Yuhe, He also greeted the two of them, "Husband!! Tuantuan!!!"

The little fat man on horseback's eyes lit up, and he responded loudly: "Father!"

Looking at the backs of Xiao Yu and Ji Chen passing by, the little fat man became agitated and moved around, Duan Shubai hastily warned: "My dear boy, don't move around."

The little fat man pointed in the direction where Xiao Yuhe left, with a very anxious expression on his face, "Hurry up!!"

Duan Shubai had a headache for a while, you also know to hurry up...

"Father, hurry up." The little fat man was already dissatisfied with his slow forward movement, he wanted the horseshoe to run like Yu and Daddy's.

Duan Shubai coaxed the little fat man, but the little fat man was not only dissatisfied, but also made other demands. He didn't want this short filly anymore. He wanted a tall horse and a fast horse. .

"Don't this! Don't aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"

I got a headache from being yelled at by his loud voice.

Children are indeed devils.

Send it off early.