General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming

Qin Yanran clenched her fists and scolded in a delicate voice, “Stop causing trouble for the Third Prince!”

Teaching the direct descendant of the Central Palace a lesson? Did she want to die?!

Moreover, it was originally Qin Yun’s fault.

Qin Yanran said, “Don’t be so willful and mischievous in the future. You’re the young master of the Duke Protector’s Estate. Remember your identity! Don’t cause trouble everywhere!”

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Su Ergou brought the three little fellows home. He was a rash person. When he left the shop, Qin Yun and the others were being taught a lesson. He did not know it was due to him.

The three little ones refused to enter and looked around the courtyard.

“What are you doing? Come in!” Su Ergou said.

The three little ones carefully walked in and tiptoed like thieves, confusing Su Ergou.

The three of them arrived at Su Cheng’s door and pushed it open, closing it!

Su Ergou was speechless.

…

Su Xiaoxiao was too tired and slept until the afternoon.

In her daze, she vaguely felt someone glaring at her fiercely.

However, on second thoughts she thought it was not possible. Her family doted on her very much, so no one would glare at her.

Well, it must be an illusion.

She rolled over and went back to sleep.

Wei Ting, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed and staring at her for the entire day, was speechless.

In the evening, the three little ones went to play with the foal. Su Ergou followed closely.

Father Su moved a small stool to the front yard. At his feet were the thin bamboo strips that Zhong Shan had obtained for him.

The bamboo strips had been treated and dehydrated. They were dry and resilient.

When he was young, he only fed cows. Therefore, he learned some skills from others. Sometimes, he learned secretly, and sometimes, he worked for others.

His daughter’s basket was broken. He wanted to make a new one for her.

It was sold in the market, but firstly, it was expensive. Secondly, it was not as solid and durable as his. Most importantly, his daughter had to put a first aid kit in her basket, so the layout was different from ordinary baskets.

He had not woven a bamboo basket for many years and was a little unfamiliar with it. He cut his palm twice.

He didn’t even frown. His blood dried and he continued to fabricate.

As he weaved, he gradually got into his groove and his movements became familiar and fast.

Su Yuan lifted the curtain of the carriage and saw Su Cheng burying his head in weaving the bamboo basket.

His heart ached as he turned to look at the weak old man beside him. “Father…”

The Old Marquis woke up two hours ago. This time, he did not fall asleep immediately and was very awake.

The first thing he said was to ask where they were.

After Su Mo told them where the family lived, he ignored Su Yuan, Su Mo, and Physician Fu’s objections and dragged his sickly body over.

Su Mo and Su Yuan reached out to help him.

The Old Marquis waved his hand, indicating that he could walk by himself.

The father and son knew the Old Marquis’s temper and did not dare to argue with him. Otherwise, it would really be troublesome if the old man fainted again.

The Old Marquis had not trained in vain. Most of the reason why he had fainted these few days was that he had been poisoned. Now that the poison was almost eliminated, he was immediately energetic and would be fine after taking a few steps.

He slowly came to Su Cheng.

Su Cheng was weaving the bamboo basket when he suddenly felt a shadow above his head.

He looked up with some frustration. When he saw that it was an old man, he suppressed his anger and asked indifferently, “Who are you?”

The Old Marquis looked at Su Cheng’s eyebrows which were the same as his sister’s and could not help but feel excited.

“You… you’re Su Cheng?”

He asked in a trembling voice.

“Ah, I am.” Su Cheng stretched his sore long legs. He was tall, so it was difficult for him to sit on the small stool.

The Old Marquis extended his trembling hand.

Su Cheng instinctively leaned back and looked at him strangely. “What are you doing?”

It was too similar…

He was like him… and like his sister…

But there was one more thing to confirm.

“Can you… show me your butt…”

Su Cheng’s body trembled as he glared angrily. He jumped up and shouted!

The Old Marquis fell to the ground and finished his sentence with difficulty. “…The birthmark…”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Old Marquis’s eyes darkened, his head tilted, and he fainted!

Su Cheng was dumbfounded.

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Fifteen minutes later, Su Xiaoxiao, who was forcefully woken up, yawned and came out of Su Cheng’s room.

She came to the central room and looked at the anxious Su Yuan, the serious Su Mo, and the slightly awkward Father Su.

“It’s fine. He’s asleep. He’ll wake up in a while.”