Chang’an Peasant Girl

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"At that time," Jing Jing continued, "not only will it be convenient for us to visit our foster father, but it will also be much more convenient for our foster father to come to see us. Do you think it's alright?"

Xiao Changyi didn't say whether it was good or not, but just held Quiet's hand and wrapped Quiet's little hand in his big hand.

Quietly said again: "Although you were not born by the righteous father, the righteous father treats you better than the parent-child; although the righteous father has not raised you, but the righteous father has treated you well all these years, even if I don't tell you, you I know it in my heart.”

"Xianggong, although we are sometimes a little inhumane, we are not ruthless and unrighteous. We all keep in mind who treats us well. We don't ask people to thank us, but we only want to be worthy of our hearts."

"Father's age is so old, and it's one day less. Even if we can't be happy, at least we always go to see him. And we are so far away from the imperial capital, and it takes at least a month to go back and forth. This year If we go a few times, we don’t have to do anything. It’s all on the road, why don’t we go to the imperial capital. As for whether to live in the imperial capital or outside the imperial capital, it’s up to you, okay?”

Without waiting for Xiao Changyi's answer, he said quietly, "We still keep this house, and when our adoptive father returns for a hundred years, we will come back and take care of the old man here, do you think?"

Xiao Changyi finally opened his mouth, and the thin corner of his mouth was slightly hooked: "You can say anything, but what can I say other than saying it well?"

An Jing also smiled: "I know you don't like to talk, so I simply told everything."

Xiao Changyi didn't speak, just leaned over and gently rubbed Quiet's forehead.

The smile on An Jing's face became even bigger, and while being rubbed against her forehead, she said again: "For the time being, we can't go to the Imperial Capital. We have all planted the land at home. It will be next year. We will set off for the Imperial Capital in the spring of next year, you see. Is it done?"

"Um."

"Then you say, do we live outside the Imperial Capital City or in the Imperial Capital City?"

"Outside the city." He still prefers to be quiet. "Let Meng Zhuqing send someone out of the city to find a place near the mountains and rivers to build a few houses, and then we can live directly in the past."

"Well, listen to you." After a while, "we won't tell my foster father about this first, and we will tell him when he is gone. It is a surprise for my foster father."

"Um."

"I really didn't expect it," Jing Jing suddenly sighed with a smile, "We obviously planned to live here forever. We still insisted so much before, but now, hehehe, we lost to our foster father."

Xiao Changyi shook his head and said, "We didn't lose to him, we lost to family."

An Jing nodded immediately: "Well, we lost to family."

For this affection, they are willing to temporarily change their original insistence, but it is only temporarily, and in the future, they will come back here.

Early the next morning, An Jing and Xiao Changyi got up.

Today is the birthday of the four children, and the birthday ceremony is to be held for the four children. Shi Xiaolan, Wang Youbao and others will all come to participate.

Not long after An Jing and Xiao Changyi got up, they saw Emperor Xi Yun holding Su Yijing. When An Jing and Xiao Changyi made breakfast, they found that Emperor Xi Yun was still holding Su Yijing. Emperor Xiyun still insisted on holding Su Yijing

no help, no help

This old man is dead

Jing Jing and Xiao Changyi looked at each other tacitly, and didn't bother to say anything about Emperor Xiyun, and let Emperor Xiyun hold Su Yijing.