Yunmeng Taohuawu
jiangfengmianAh Xian, it's fine, it's fine. Since you're back, take a good rest and heal your injuries first.
weiying（weiwuxian）Yes, Uncle Jiang.
Wei Ying saluted and just wanted to leave, but she didn't know what to think of, so she took out a box from her arms and handed it to Jiang Fengmian.
weiying（weiwuxian）Uncle Jiang, this is my gift for you and Mrs. Jiang. Jiang Cheng and Senior Sister also have it. Mrs. Jiang's gift, please ask Uncle Jiang to hand it over, but don't say it was from me, I'm afraid she won't accept it.
jiangfengmianA Xian, if you have a heart, Uncle Jiang will accept it on your behalf.
weiying（weiwuxian）Thank you Uncle Jiang, if you can, please don't leave.
Jiang Fengmian smiled and stroked his head, then nodded.
Wei Ying returned to his room and breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally sent out, hoping to keep them safe for life.
weiying（weiwuxian）What an *, why didn't you think of making a pair of necklaces from Uncle Jiang and Mrs. Jiang?
Wei Ying suddenly patted her head and muttered with some annoyance.
chenqing（guidi）Master, in fact, it looks like a pair. Uncle Jiang's sword is a sword, and Mrs. Jiang's is a hairpin, which is very suitable. As long as the daughter's family is happy to dress up, the man is responsible for protection, isn't this appropriate?
weiying（weiwuxian）Chen Qing, what you said seems to be right, but I didn't expect that it would be right by accident. Hehe, why is this son so powerful?
He said he didn't want to deal with this narcissist anymore.
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After staying quietly for a few days, Wei Ying couldn't be idle.
When I got up early in the morning to practice swordsmanship, Jiang Wanli was stunned.
His moves were not like Jiang's swordsmanship, but there was a hint of shadow, and it looked simpler and more powerful.
jiangyanli（shijie）A Xian, don't practice yet. Come and drink the soup, I made your favorite lotus root ribs soup, come here, it will be cold later.
When Wei Ying heard the words "lotus root and ribs soup", she abruptly pulled her sword away. She ran to the chair and sat down, taking a deep breath of the aroma of the soup.
jiangyanli（shijie）Gluttonous cat.
weiying（weiwuxian）That was because Senior Sister's craftsmanship was so good that she would be reluctant to hand over Senior Sister to her brother-in-law in the future. Envy wanted to be Senior Sister's gluttonous cat forever.
Jiang Wanli smiled out of a pear vortex, and his slender white fingers gently tapped Wei Ying's nose. He personally filled him with a bowl.
jiangyanli（shijie）You know how to make me happy. Senior Sister can't wait to be with me all the time.
Wei Ying pouted and took the bowl arrogantly.
weiying（weiwuxian）Then I have to pester my senior sister and make my brother-in-law jealous every day, hum.
She lowered her head and took a sip, but it still smelled the same. Wei Ying's heart was warm. She really wanted time to stop at this moment, everyone was there.
jiangcheng（jiangwanyin）Hey, Wei Wuxian, leave ribs under your mouth. Sister, you spoil him too much, I gave him all the ribs. What am I going to eat?
Originally, Jiang Cheng had just woken up, and when he was hungry, he wanted to go to the kitchen to see what he had done. Unexpectedly, when he got to the yard, he asked about the aroma of the soup, and he knew that Elder Sister had made the soup again, and he was as happy as a hundred-catty fat man. But when he came over and saw that there were only a few ribs and lotus roots left in the soup cup. And Wei Wuxian's bowl was full of ribs, so angry.
weiying（weiwuxian）That is, I am so cute, and my senior sister doesn't spoil anyone I spoil.
The tone was full of chatter, and Jiang Cheng was furious when he heard it.
jiangcheng（jiangwanyin）Wei Wuxian, let's fight. As long as I win these ribs are mine.
weiying（weiwuxian）OK. A duel is a duel, and I'm afraid you won't.
While speaking, Wei Ying finished the soup and licked the ribs in the bowl again. This time Jiang Cheng was even more angry and hurriedly drew his sword to stab him.
jiangyanli（shijie）Ah Cheng, A Xian, stop, stop fighting.
jiangcheng（jiangwanyin）Sister, don't worry, stay away. See if I don't teach him a lesson today.
Wei Ying smiled and threw a wink at Jiang Xanli, and then concentrated on dealing with Jiang Cheng's attack.
After fighting for a long time, the two seemed to be on a par, but in fact Jiang Cheng had already lost, and he knew it. Jumping to the side of Jiang Wanli, he looked at Wei Ying who seemed to be unsteady.
jiangcheng（jiangwanyin）Wei Wuxian, what happened to your swordsmanship? Why is it different from what we learned?
Wei Ying took the sword away and sat leisurely on the chair to eat the chilled ribs.
weiying（weiwuxian）You say this, I pondered it myself, do you want to learn it? I'll teach you. After all, I'm also my junior sister, and no one will lose you if you lose money.
jiangcheng（jiangwanyin）Real? No, who do you call junior sister?
weiying（weiwuxian）It's you, sister.
jiangcheng（jiangwanyin）You... Wei Wuxian, you are courting death.
Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Jiang Wanli stood between the two in time.
jiangyanli（shijie）Well, you two are both old and young, why don't you grow up?
weiying（weiwuxian）Envy wants to be my sister's little baby forever.
jiangcheng（jiangwanyin）Sister, sister, me too.
jiangyanli（shijie）Well, well, you are all my sister's little babies.
jiangcheng（jiangwanyin）That sister, my lotus root pork ribs soup...
Yes, it turned out that it was because of a bowl of lotus root ribs soup.
