Zhao Yuan nodded with a smile: "Yuaner and Amang Brother met four years ago. At that time, Amang Brother lived with Yuaner's house, so he was like a family. Amang Brother was so happy. During that time, my mother's waist was accidentally twisted, and Amang Brother helped Yuaner go to the ground to farm together."

In fact, my brother had already blamed her very harshly this day, saying that Brother Amang is now the emperor and can no longer call him Brother Amang as before.

But Zhao Yuan was unhappy to listen.

Zhao Yuan didn't care about the new wife that Brother Amang married, she was called the Queen or something else.

But Brother Amang is Brother Amang. No matter what his identity is now, he is Brother Amang for the rest of her life. Whether he calls him His Majesty or the Emperor, it sounds a little bit distant, and she doesn't like him.

And Su Wanrong guessed that the man and the Zhao family must have known each other before. However, she did not expect that when the man lived in the Zhao family, he helped the Zhao family farm. But after thinking about it carefully, he did not feel inconsistent at all.

After all, such a big and thick man would have wasted his natural brute force if he didn't ask him to go to the ground to farm. Involuntarily, the man was wearing a cloth clothes and a straw hat and plowing the fields hard in the crops.

The mighty and strong farmer was busy sweating profusely in the fields under the scorching sun. Next to him was a country girl in a pink dress of muslin. The girl was pretty and cute, holding her sweet and crisp throat, and from time to time she would come forward to wipe the stinky sweat from the hard-working farmer's forehead...

No matter how you think about that scene, you feel really uncomfortable.

Su Wanrong pursed her lips and smiled. She pretended to follow her words inadvertently, and said casually: "You and your brother Ahmang were together day and night at that time, and I guess they knew him very well..."

"That's not."

When he mentioned this, Zhao Yuan raised his chin smugly, and his eyes suddenly became much brighter. "Empress, don't look at Brother Amang at that time, he only lived at Yuan'er's house for half a month. But Brother Amang likes and doesn't like. Yuan'er knows very well in his heart."

Su Wanrong said lightly, "Oh?"

Zhao Yuan smiled brightly and said with a crisp voice: "Brother Amang likes to wear dark clothes. He will get up in the morning to practice martial arts every day from Yin to Mao. He has a lot of appetite and can eat three big bowls of rice every meal. He likes to eat beef and mutton the most, and does not like to eat eggplant. Oh, and Brother Amang reads military books for an hour before going to bed every night."

Since you are spending time together day and night, it is not uncommon to practice martial arts in the morning. But before going to bed, I will read military books for an hour. How can Miss Zhao know about such private matters?

Su Wanrong asked, "How did you know all this?"

Zhao Yuan nodded: "Some of it is revealed by Yuan'er himself. Brother Amang likes to read military books. One time, when Yuan'er talked to Brother Amang, Brother Amang told Yuan'er in person."

Actually not.

Brother Amang's habit of reading military books for an hour before going to bed is also the habit that she always hides outside Brother Amang's door and peeks at Brother Amang by chance. You must know that Brother Amang is so cold-hearted that she often talks to him, but she doesn't care about him. How could she take the initiative to tell her about these things?

After all, Zhao Yuan is also a girl's home. How can I tell the new wife of Ahmang's new wife know about such sneaky things? Naturally, she can't tell the truth.

However, Zhao Yuan’s big words that he made unintentionally take seriously, Su Wanrong.

I thought to myself that this man pretended to be cold and self-sustaining outside the house this morning. Didn’t he have a good relationship with other girls in the past? He helped him farm in every effort to do so, and he was chatting and laughing privately. He was really envious of others.

It doesn’t matter how you think about it in your mind, the key is that the top is not obvious.

Su Wanrong smiled dignifiedly and said to Zhao Yuan with a generous attitude: "Miss Zhao, don't look at me as the queen now. In fact, I'm afraid I haven't known the emperor for a long time. I'm afraid I have to ask for advice from the girl about what the emperor likes and doesn't like such things."

Su Wanrong has a modest attitude and does not show off her elegance as an empress.

As for Zhao Yuan, he was a little restrained at first. Although he saw that the new wife married by Brother Amang was so thin that she was not easy to raise, she was approachable. He was much more relaxed now, and told Su Wanrong a lot about Yinmang's birth when he lived in Linxian Village.

Until the end, Su Wanrong didn't understand. Zhao Yuan deliberately sent all her maids away and talked to her alone. What exactly she wanted to say. It seemed that she was just here to chat with her.

Later, Zhao Yuan left with a smile, but left Su Wanrong alone in the room, and inexplicably felt a little frustrated.

**

The man went out to discuss matters with the General of the State, and the matter was discussed for an afternoon.

The sun was about to set, and Su Wanrong heard the sound of him talking to General Zhao outside the house.

Yinmang pushed open the door and walked in with a golden sword. Yicui and Ningxiang were cooking dishes in front of the table.

The supper was still in the hands of Zhao’s mother. A few refreshing and appetizing side dishes, accompanied by two bowls of millet porridge, and the buckwheat cakes at noon were heated back to the pot, which made another simple and delicious farm meal.

On this side, Yinmang stepped into the inner room and saw that the little girl seemed to have just taken a shower. She changed into a soft white soft gauze skirt. She was slightly wet and covered with a few strands of black hair on her face, which made her face look whiter and more delicate.

At this moment, she was sitting quietly in the simple farmhouse, fiddling with the bowls and plates in front of her with her small hands. This made Yinmang feel a sense of warmth, as if she had just married a newlywed little wife, who had prepared dinner early and waiting for her husband to come home.

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