Lu Zhu lay back on the bed lazily and charmingly, stretched and said, "Why not? Yun Zhu, we are used to being canaries in cages, why bother going out to make trouble! Okay, go to bed quickly!"

Hearing Lu Zhu's words, Yun Zhu also lay back on the bed and sighed in her heart: Yes, how is this not good? It's just that she used to be someone else's concubine, but now she is someone else's house.

It was already past Yin hour (3:00) when I returned to Lin's mansion. After two or three hours, Lin Mo did not disturb Bai Zhilan and Bai Zhilan who had already fallen asleep, but went to the kitchen to boil water.

Boiled the water, and with the assistance of Xifeng and Qiu Yun, he lifted the water bucket into the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, and Lin Mo lay in and enjoyed it.

Xifeng and Qiu Yun returned to their room to meditate and practice.

Feeling that his body was wrapped in warm water, Lin Mo suddenly felt relieved. After relaxing, Lin Mo, who had been busy in the middle of the night, began to feel drowsy.

After a moment, Lin Mo fell asleep.

"Luan'er, come to my mother quickly and let her hug her!" A virtuous woman in her early thirties carried a six-year-old child into her arms and hummed a sleeping nursery rhyme.

The child lay in the arms of the virtuous woman, very peacefully, but he didn't fall asleep. He suddenly asked, "Mother, where is the father? When will he come back?"

The virtuous woman stopped humming nursery rhymes, gently stroked the child's tender face, and said softly: "Be good Luan'er, my father went to patrol the barracks. When Luan'er wakes up, his father will come back."

The child nodded obediently, raised his head, pecked the virtuous woman's forehead, and said, "Mother, you are so gentle. Luan'er loves you, mother."

"Mother, I love my baby Luaner, too!" Mrs. Xianhui smiled gently, lowered her head and kissed the child's side face: "Luaner, be good, it's late at night, go to bed quickly!"

The child smiled well, curled up in the arms of a virtuous woman, closed his eyes, and the virtuous woman continued to hum a nursery rhyme, which was very soft, nice and warm.

A moment later, in the nursery rhyme, the child made a quiet voice.

Seeing that the child in his arms fell asleep, the virtuous woman picked up the child, put him gently on the bed, kissed him gently again on his little face, and stepped back.

After closing the door, the maid who was accompanying him whispered: "Madam, since he gotten better from the serious illness a year ago, the young master has become more and more close to you. He always has to hold you and hum a nursery rhyme for him to sleep."

The virtuous woman smiled and said, "Silly girl, how can my biological son not be close to me? I am willing to sleep even if he is in my arms for the rest of his life."

The next day, as dawn was about to dawn, the child got up and ran to the yard without wearing his shoes and socks. He saw a heroic and kind man of thirty-four or five years old practicing martial arts in the yard.

There was also a man who looked like a housekeeper standing on the corridor, who was about thirty-five years old and was a little fat.

After the child said "Hello Uncle Zhang" to the man who looked like a housekeeper, he rushed to the kind man who was practicing martial arts with joy.

"Father, you are finally back, Luan'er misses you to death."

Hearing the child's voice, the middle-aged man immediately stopped practicing martial arts, held the child in his arms, and said kindly: "Luan'er, have you listened to your mother at home?"

"Yes!" The virtuous woman walked out of the room and said happily: "My husband, Luan'er has been obedient for three days after you left, and her husband praised him for his homework."

"Oh, is that? That father's phoenix is ​​so awesome." As he said that, the middle-aged man threw it into heaven and held it steadily in his arms.

In an instant, warm laughter came from the yard.

Suddenly, the sky darkened and the whole yard burned. The yard was covered with blood and fire, and corpses. In a blink of an eye, the virtuous woman and the middle-aged man were pierced through the chest with a sword and fell into a pool of blood.

The child hid in a dark corner, trembling, watching everything happen quietly, his eyes full of tears, but he could only cover his mouth and dare not let himself make a sound.

"Father! Mother!"

Lin Mo suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for breath, his face full of fear, his eyes full of confusion, and suddenly, Lin Mo found that the corners of his eyes were wet.
Chapter completed!