Investing in the Rebirth Empress, She Called Me Husband

"What you look like when you grow up..."

Little Bingtuozi turned her eyes and looked at his chubby face.

She frowned, stretched out her hands to grab his face, rubbed it, and pulled it, causing Li Mo to grin, but she curled her lips, not very satisfied.

"Hiss... Don't worry, you'll know when I draw it."

What kind of self should I draw?

Little painter Li fell into deep thought, gently poking his face with the butt of the pen, pondered for a while, and his dark eyes lit up.

I was also drawing that day.

And I accidentally got ink on my face.....

The pictures in his memory that did not belong to this time appeared on the paper little by little.

So the sunset at Qiushui Pavilion that day illuminated the drawing paper today.

The boy in the painting was standing aside, painting the girl in the painting, with some ink stains on his cheerful and handsome face...

"There is a bit of charm in the eyebrows and eyes." Ying's mother nodded.

"Where is the charm? Brother Li is big and strong. Xiao Mo must have deliberately painted himself more beautiful."

Ying Xuliang smacked his mouth like a dead duck, with mixed feelings in his heart.

When he saw the boy of the Li family grow up, why did he feel inexplicably more indecent?

"Boys look like their mothers when they grow up."

Ying's mother smiled gently, not letting her husband find fault.

It is well known.

The father-in-law looked at his son-in-law and became more and more angry, and the mother-in-law looked at her son-in-law and became more and more happy...

No.

It seems a bit inappropriate that they are in a complicated mood. How old are these two little kids? Child marriage is...

"...."

The sunset illuminated the sunset in the painting, and also illuminated the mirror-like eyes of little Ying, breaking the snow in his eyes.

She couldn't help but reach out her hand and gently touch the face of the boy in the painting, letting her fingertips also be stained with a trace of ink.

"How is it? The painting is good."

Little painter Li looked up, feeling a little proud.

Then he felt a chill in his philtrum.

"?"

The little hand with ink on its fingertips poked his philtrum.

"Well, now it looks more like the painting."

Little Ying Bing spoke softly, glancing at her parents who were talking beside her, her clear eyes turned complicated.

"Let's eat dumplings!"

The New Year's Eve dinner in the Ying family compound was about to begin, and after eating the New Year's Eve dinner, they would worship their ancestors and tell them about the major events that had happened in the family this year, asking the ancestors to bless them for a smooth year ahead.

This was similar to the traditions of other people's homes in Qinghe County.

Soon, in front of the brightly lit ancestral hall, dumplings were gurgling in the open air in a big pot, and the sound of firecrackers could be heard from time to time, and the gray night was stained with the smell of fireworks.

The Ying family is a big family, and their ancestors have a long history.

At the New Year's buffet, neighbors or people from the county can come to eat and join in the fun, which shows that the family is prosperous.

Li Mo sat there with a frown on his face, looking at the little Bingtuozi beside him.

The little Bingtuozi is still the little Bingtuozi, which shows that there is still no sign of waking up from the dream.

Little Ying Bing picked up the dumplings, his eyes were a little dazed, looking at the Ying family compound in the New Year.

"Wife, where's the vinegar? How can you eat dumplings without vinegar?"

The old father Ying Xuliang looked at the two little ones and asked his wife for vinegar, ready to give the dumplings a bath.

"You are really... Bing'er finally has a friend, it's a good thing."

"I know, but I just want to eat something sour."

"Then you eat it, I'll go find a red envelope for Xiao Mo, I can't lose my manners."

Ying Xuliang ate dumplings: "Why hasn't he returned to his home for the New Year's Eve dinner?"

"You forgot that the Li family had a late New Year's Eve dinner." Ying's mother reminded.

"That's right, Brother Li is probably patrolling outside for security, if he passes by later..."

"Daddy, eat dumplings."

A pair of chopsticks holding dumplings was handed to him, and the chopsticks were held by a small hand.

Ying Xuliang's eyes suddenly widened and he was stunned for a long time.

Is it Bing'er?

At this moment, the old father suddenly wanted to cry. Bing'er didn't like to communicate with people since she was a child, and she was the same to her parents. There were also gossips in the county that his daughter was a fool.

Bing'er seemed different today.

"Good, delicious, these dumplings are really fragrant."

"Well, Xiao Mo, you eat too."

Ying Xu was stunned for a while, then smiled.

Ying's mother also came back with two red envelopes in her hand:

"Happy New Year, Xiao Mo, take the red envelopes, and take Bing'er to play more in the future."

"Thank you, auntie."

Li Mo put the red envelopes in her pocket and looked at Xiao Bingtuozi carefully. She stuffed the red envelopes into her arms, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, satisfied and happy.

"....."

Okay.

Anyway, this is just a dream. Even if you really encounter a disaster beast in the dream, it doesn't matter. Even if you die in the dream, at most your mind and soul will be weak for a while.

Why do you have to wake up.

At least in the dream, he can accompany Xiao Bingtuozi to face the fear of childhood together, that's enough.

After a while.

The buffet was almost finished, and under the call of the elders of the clan, the children of the Ying family entered the ancestral hall.

The night seemed to be thicker.

In the center of the ancestral hall stood a large incense burner, with incense sticks as thick as a child's arm inserted into it, making the ancestral tablets behind it hazy in the smoke.

Not only the tablets, but also the ancestor of the Ying family had a gilded statue of a woman, and it was not an exaggeration to describe the workmanship as superb.

"This statue is so magnificent."

"That is the statue of the ancestor, but it was made by a famous master craftsman."

Ying Xuliang looked up and felt that little Li Mo had good taste.

"Master..."

Li Mo retracted his gaze and thought that it was no wonder that he could vaguely sense the power of all living beings from it, mixed with divine will.

"Go and burn incense."

Mother Ying brought two incense sticks.

"Should I go too?"

"Go, since you are here."

Little Bing'er had never paid homage to the ancestors before, so father and mother Ying mainly wanted to see if she would follow along with the boy from the Li family.

Li Mo nodded and took the incense, looking at little Bingtuozi:

"Let's go?"

"....."

Little Ying Bing seemed not to hear anything, and looked at the deep night outside the ancestral hall.

Yes.

Li Mo suddenly realized, when did it become so quiet outside, without any sound at all?

Following the gaze of little Bingtuozi, Li Mo's pupils shrank slightly.

It was a black beast with four legs on the ground, black horns on its head, and eyes like scarlet lanterns. It was somewhat similar to the legendary Qilin, but it did not have any auspicious meaning. It was ugly and ferocious.

Its huge lantern eyes stared straight at the two little people.

To be precise, it was looking at Xiao Yingbing.

"Hehehe...you are finally back."