Ji Ling'er recited the dream story, "flying and flying" all the way, so that Shang Wu couldn't help but fall into sleep.
I don’t know how long it had been since the two sisters chatted and fell asleep together.
The consciousness is churning and the dreams are complicated. Ji Ling'er's "unforgettable thoughts" are indeed "must have echoes"!
This can definitely be considered a "sweet dream".
It is said that the best dream in the world is "dreaming about marrying a wife". That is for men; for a girl, "dreaming about being a wife", especially this person, is her favorite and yearning person, it can also be regarded as "a beautiful dream" with the same effect.
"Madam, was the fire sickle returned to your husband's body yesterday?"
"'Mrs'? 'Husband'?"
Ji Ling'er stared intently at the man in front of her who called him "Madam". This face was clearly... the man holding her waist, riding a boat, and running wildly in the wilderness!
"Madam? Madam? Are you okay?"
"Ah...can you tell me that you are the guest? Do you want to call me 'Madam'?"
Ji Linger was still in a daze and asked hesitantly.
"Hey, let me check. You don't have a fever? Are you confused?"
This handsome "husband" came over, put his big warm hand on her forehead with his four fingers, and then reached back to his own forehead. He went back and forth several times, but did not find a big temperature difference. , grabbed her hand with a puzzled look on his face and asked.
"Ah - I don't know what to say! Why don't you let me listen to your words? What is my name and what is your name? How do I know what my name is?"
Ji Ling'er decided not to pretend and asked directly.
"Ah - madam is making fun of me again! Okay, I'll tell you one more time, the last time! It's the same every time, silly, silly, like a silly girl! Your name is Gongsuling, and you are our real wife; I My name is Xiangzhong, known as Wenzi. I am your husband. Since you were four years old, you have been clamoring to marry me. Well, you finally got your wish! You, now, are my real wives, Ling'er. Do you understand? Ming? I really don’t understand, wouldn’t you get tired of making the same joke over and over again? Alas!”
The husband named "Wenzi" regarded her "serious" inquiry as a "joke", and it was a "game" played repeatedly between them - pretending to have amnesia.
"Ah! Mr. Wenzi! I am your wife's spirit, and the public loses her spirit! I will remember it! This time!"
Ji Ling'er "really" "remembered", whether it was an "old-fashioned joke" or a daily fun game between husband and wife, but at this time, she could get what she wanted, even if it was just a game To dream, you must also "persist in dreaming to the end"!
"Okay, that's it. Alas, I have to go to the street to buy another fire sickle and come back! Madam, it's a good rest. I'll come back as soon as I go for my husband!"
My husband, Wenzi, packed himself up, packed his money, and went out to do some shopping.
Ji Ling'er jumped off the bed and began to explore the place inside and out.
"Wow! What a big house! The locust trees in the yard are so tall! The fruit flowers are blooming so beautifully! Oh, there are also some chickens that are fruit! I really like it!"
"Madam, if you have anything to do, just tell your servants to come out in person, move around, and watch carefully! Don't fall or bump into them!"
A chubby woman with her hair tied into a bun at the back of her head, who looked a little older, suddenly appeared behind Ji Ling'er who was enjoying herself and exploring.
"Ah! It's nothing! It's nothing!"
Ji Ling'er smiled sweetly at the old slave, hiding her embarrassment.
"Madam, first of all you need a plane and an axe. They have been delivered. Do you want to take a look at the fruit first?"
When Ji Ling'er heard that the "express delivery" had arrived, although she didn't understand why she wanted to buy these things, her curiosity prompted her to immediately respond happily:
"Okay, if you have any trouble, please lead the way!"
Turning left and right, walking more and more through the hall, I finally came to the front hall, where a large red date wood box was placed on an Eight Immortals table.
Ji Ling'er walked up to it and opened it: Wow! A box full of all kinds of woodworking tools is a complete "tool box"!
"This thing looks so sharp!"
Ji Ling'er couldn't keep her hands free. She took out one of the small scrapers and tried the blade with her fingers. It was indeed a good craftsmanship!
I fiddled with the chisel again, opened the beginning of the ink thread, and tried to pull the stranded wire out. It really felt like a telescopic tape measure!
Seeing Ji Ling'er's discomfort with the box of tools, the fat old slave brought a half-decorated wooden house model from nowhere and placed it firmly on the On the table, he put his head and said:
"Madam, now you can finally repair Saji!"
Yeah yeah! A sword is given to a hero, and a woodworking knife must also have a wooden tool to match it!
As soon as Ji Ling'er saw this architectural model, she felt that it looked very familiar, but for a moment she couldn't figure out where the house looked like this.
Regardless, it was outrageous to see that one of the two layers of eaves on the roof had fallen apart, and now there was an empty "patio". So, Ji Ling'er began to pick up the scattered eaves of the roof and study them carefully. .
"Ah! Can you give me some more wood? I want to use it for repairs."
Ji Ling'er gave instructions to the fat old slave, and not long after, another box filled with wood raw materials of various materials was also brought over by her.
"Thank you!"
"Hmm! Madam, you seem a little different today!"
Facing Ji Ling'er's politeness, the fat old slave seemed a little embarrassed, as if he had never endured such polite words.
"Ah? What about the solution? What's the difference?"
Ji Ling'er wanted to know what kind of person she would be after becoming Mrs. Wenzi.
"You always do it directly, neatly and refreshingly, and don't hesitate to use complimentary words. Today, you use honorifics again and again, which makes the slave feel that it's not the madam who has something on your mind. It's so irritating. Haha, maybe it's because the old slave has more Come on, it’s okay! It’s okay!”
The answer of the fat old slave also gave Ji Ling'er some idea of the changes after "she" became the Gongshu Ling.
"Ah, what about other than that? Is there anything strange?"
Ji Linger continued to ask.
"Madam, you are a philanthropic person who likes to make many interesting things. When others come to ask for you, you will respond to their requests. You will make one and give one as a gift. Even though you have made many things in my house, madam, you have not saved any. Give them all away. Let others come!"
Hearing such "praise", Ji Ling'er thought to herself, isn't this a typical "prodigal woman"!
"Haha, that's good too! Is there anything else?"
Ji Linger continued to ask.
"Madam, please look at your steps."
