Assassin Farmer

The two of them came home together. At the insistence of Lin Shiyao, Su Shuiju entered the bedroom for lunch break. Thought she wouldn't sleep well. When she woke up, she was inclined.

Sitting on the bed, he patted himself on the forehead and couldn't help but mutter: “It's getting sleepy. ”

“Waking up?” Lin Shiyao, who had just sat down in the hall for a cup of tea, heard the indoor movement and asked with a smile.

“Mm-hmm.” Su Shuihui saw that he had taken off his robe in front of him and held his sleeve high, falling like he was doing something for a living.

“Hmm." Lin Shiyao nodded, while his lips were softened, but refused to reveal to her exactly what he was busy with.

Su Shuiju was also anxious to ask. After months with him and days of marriage, his spleen has gradually become familiar. Whatever the reason, whenever he doesn't want to say more, answer with "um”.

Get up and put on your coat, suddenly think of the winter robe to be embroidered, by the way, ask him: "Yao, what do you like about the embroidery on your shirt? ”

She didn't know what pattern he liked. The new clothes were sewn according to the embroidery he liked. Nowadays, as husband and wife, each other's preferences always have to slow down.

“All right.” Lin Shiyao sat her down in front of the dressing table and fixed her loose hair.

“All right? Don't you particularly like it?” Su Shuiju looked at him through a blurry bronze mirror.

“No.” It should be said that he never cared what the pattern was on his shirt. The most suitable shirt for the killer is the all-over black suit. Even the garments made by Fengyao Pavilion are just an extra embroidered eagle made of gold silk, an exclusive emblem of Fengyao Pavilion on the right arm.

“Yao...” Su Shuiju turned sharply and held Lin Shizhou's hand tightly. She was panicked by the chills he was spreading all over her.

“I'm fine.” Lin Shiyao hugged her and let her lean against herself. Caress her slim back gently and soothe her suddenly panicked by her own memories.

Those, they're past. Today he, Lin Shiyao, is her mouth Yao, not that Jianghu everyone is afraid of killing Shiling anymore.

Of course, he will not forget the palace.

After all, there, it was the only place where he could get a break from home in the last few decades. The life of the old palace lord and the grace of his encounter will be borne in mind. He will also bear in mind the pursuit of the new Lordship and the vengeance of destruction.

Fengyao Pavilion and himself today is a clear resentment. He will not go back, and of course, if the wind cliffs can no longer carry him realistically and refuse to let himself go, he will never again be relieved.

Life, just one more time. Besides, his life is now hers.

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“Yao, this is…” Su Shuijuan looked at a new round stone table under the cherry tree in the north courtyard. The table was made up of a large bluestone board with a chess map engraved on it. Around the stone table, there are four round stone stools of the same material.

“Is that why you've been busy all afternoon?” She glanced at him and blinked her lip. You won't tell yourself!

“I just wanted to surprise you.” Lin Shiyao picked the eyebrows. Why is she not only less surprised, but also very disheartened towards herself?

“Oh, look at yourself. You've got so many blisters on your hands.” She just found out when she held his big hand indoors. Just panicked by his sudden cold mood and forgot about it. I only remembered this set of stone table stools at first sight.

“Nothing gets in the way.” Lin Shiyao drew her hand back, held her shoulder, and let her sit on the stone stool where she had laid the straw cushion, "Here, we can watch the moon drink at night. ”

“Is that why you built it today?” Su Shuiju painfully pulled his hand.

“Of course not. I thought about it the day I first moved in. Just never found the right tablet.” Lin Shiyao looked at her with a smile and felt the pity she had inadvertently shown.

“Was it right here?” She sighed with annoyance. Are you asleep? He made a stone table and stool in the yard, and he didn't hear a sound.

“No.” Lin Shiyao shook her head and knew what she was thinking when she looked at her face, explaining: “I found it yesterday morning at Xiufeng Mountain. Naturally, it was there. Just moved back in and installed it.” Two morning exercises, an ample afternoon, were enough for him to complete this sturdy set of bluestone benches.

“Next time don't do that. It doesn't matter if there are any of these, but you... Anyway, don't do this...” She swallowed some putrid blisters in his hand and wanted to shed a few tears heartily.

Lin Siyao sighed and took her into his arms. This silly woman actually shed tears for a few of her own little so-called blisters. Looks like in the future, after working on her own, she'll have to check her whole body before she catches the beans off her head.

He couldn't bear to lean over and kiss the crystal from the corner of her eyes one by one, lowly comforting: “It's really all right, water. These, to me, are nothing.” Bigger fatal injuries have been suffered, and these are really nothing.

“Neither can that.” She was somewhat annoyed that he didn't value it: “It used to be, it's different now.” Now, he's her husband, she's going to depend on heaven for life. She forbade him to care so much about his own body any longer.

“What's different?” He smiled low and wanted to hear it from her.

“Of course not...” She had just tried to muster the courage to say what she had thought before, but she swept his smiling eyebrows. The unexported words quickly turned into fist-shaking hands and slammed him into his thick chest.

“Shui...” Lin Shiyao grabbed her hand with a smile and stole a fragrance from her lip corner, softly suggesting: “Honey, it's time to prepare something for the evening. ”

By his words, Su Shuiju only woke up and hid in Xishan long ago. It was already dusk. The eastern sky is hidden from a faint circle of moon, with a white cloud interwoven with the crescendo of a gorilla, suddenly dim and faint.

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Place candles, incense cakes, mooncakes and fruits ready to serve on the new stone table.

Lighting incense and candles, the more silent they appear in the silent night.

Lin Shiyao took a pair of bamboo candle covers stuffed with Xuan paper and placed them in the study, gently covering the pair of candlesticks with sudden wind and tears. A lot of warmth.

“Yao, the soup is ready, where to eat?” Su Shuiju attacked the purple bundled waist dress, standing at the kitchen door, crisp and raw to summon him.

The reunited jujube clay soup group of the delegation was prepared to feed Su Shuiju when he returned from the city a few days ago.

If you wanted to make mahjong filling, unfortunately you can't buy sesame seeds temporarily. You can only crush the mature dates in the back of the house and crush them into mud. Mix them with red bean sand from Aunt Lao. Sprinkle with yellow frost sugar. Sprinkle with sweetened filling with dates mud. As for diluting the glutinous rice with cooling water, and then make a glutinous dough. Then pick them into small pieces to wrap the soup. She won't, but she has seen the girls wrapped them.

Lin Shiyao quickly grasped the essentials under the guidance of her verbal explanation and the reality of wrapping up several soup clubs. In less than half an hour, she wrapped a large clump of glutinous rice noodles into a large plate of 58 perfect soup clubs with no filling, no twisting, and the same shape and size.

What does that mean? A gift? Su Shui closed her surprise and slight embarrassment and calmly distributed half of it to Aunt Lao, thus thanking her for the friendly sponsorship of Red Bean Sand. Later, in the invisible corner of Lin Shiyao, he grinned silently and laughed: Looks like the killer lived as a cook.

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“If you're not a good drinker, drink less.” Lin Shiyao helplessly held on to some drunken Su Shuiju, indicating that she was sitting on a wooden bench.

After eating the broth, the two sat at the stone table, raising their glasses to the moon. Sure enough, three glasses of laurel brewed down her stomach and she was delicate and bored.

“Yao, do you believe in souls in this world?” Su Shuiju looked up at the full moon hanging in the sky and lowered his voice.

“Soul? Probably.” Lin Shiyao also stretched out his body and leaned back on the chair, reaching over her shoulder.

“Oh... so you believe it too... That's good...” Su Shuihui punched a, uh, smelled the wine escaping from his mouth. He couldn't help but grunt: “The laurels here taste terrible...”

“Been drinking before?” Lin Shiyao looked down at her with surprise. She doesn't look like a drinker at all.

“Well... Big Brother likes to taste wine... Big Brother... Every time he goes to a place, he brings back the local delicacy... encounters a good atmosphere... invites us to have a few drinks together...” Su Shui glanced and had to think of the sight of drinking with Big Brother before. She was intoxicated but not completely drunk. However, by being intoxicated, he could not help but spit out what was buried in his heart.

“Shui... your previous family...” Lin Shiyao put his chin over her head, closed his eyes and asked softly. He didn't want to hear about her family, he was just afraid that one day, she would suddenly return to her noble family like Gaodong, a place he had once despised but could not climb.

“Previously? It was just a bird in a cage, a frog at the bottom of a well... if it wasn't for my mother and brother... I don't think I would have any more memories...” Su Shuihui swallowed the bitter throat.

Never knowing she existed, she had caused such deep hatred for Second Lady and Shui, hating to the point of taking away her embroidery or even her life.

“Watermelon... I have a sister named Watermelon... my half-father... I always thought she was just playing with her pussy and getting angry... but I didn't think...” she swallowed.

Thinking of the horror and helplessness of waking up in the mountains of the great chambers, thinking of the fact that if the big wolf and the white tiger did not die both ways, thinking of the fact that if there was no little pure snow, and thinking of the fact that there was no rescue for Shiryu Lin... does that mean that you are likely to die not more than a hundred times? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)