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Lin Qingluo smiled, rubbed the heads of the two little ones affectionately, and gave the rest of the brothers an apologetic look.

"Sister Qingluo, we have an appointment. After lunch, sister must come to big brother's Jin Xueju."

Lin Jinhao was clever, before leaving the door, seeing his grandfather not paying attention, he slipped back quietly: "We are waiting for sister at Jinxueju."

"good."

Lin Qingluo nodded with a smile: "After dinner, sister must go over."

"whee."

Lin Jinhao got his wish, he smiled happily, watched his brother leave the yard, picked up the tiger's head, and ran away in a hurry.

"Crack."

Hu Nao let out a weak cry twice in his arms, wriggling its small body, trying to break free.

Naihe hugged him too tightly and couldn't break free, so he had to give up struggling, and changed into a comfortable position, huddled in his arms, avoiding the flying snowflakes.

"Hee hee, Hu Nao is so smart, he knows how to hide from the snow."

Lin Jinhao was amused, his eyebrows were flying, he hugged the cute and silly little tiger cub, and ran even faster.

The precious granddaughter returned home, Mr. and Mrs. Zhen Guo were in a good mood, and the lunch was extraordinarily sumptuous.

Lin Xiaoyang and his wife, along with their youngest daughter Zhanguang, stayed in Zuizhuangju for dinner together.

Zhen Guogong and his wife loved their granddaughter. When eating, they sat down next to the little granddaughter on the left and right, and kept adding vegetables to the bowl.

Xiao Shisan licked the little spoon, and kept looking into her sister's bowl with her little eyes.

"Giggle."

Lin Qingluo looked at his small movements of rubbing secretly, smiled and bent his eyebrows, took out the only two chicken legs from his own bowl, and put them in the bowls of his two little brothers.

"whee."

Little Twelve and Little Thirteen, holding their own small bowls, kept laughing happily, and the soft and waxy little milk voice made people's hearts soft and refreshing.

**

After eating at noon, Lin Qingluo fulfilled the wishes of all the brothers. He took the little twelve with his left hand and the little thirteen with his right. Braving the snowflakes, he came to the courtyard where the elder brother lived alone, and told the brothers about his life. The battles experienced.

When it was said that Prince Beiming set fire to the mountain and attacked Heiyingling, a kind of brothers, including Lin Jinyu, listened nervously, as if they were in it and witnessed the tragedy of the war with their own eyes.

When it comes to stepping on the giant eagle and shooting Xia Wei, all the Lin family sons suddenly burst into excitement and cheered.

Little Twelve and Little Thirteen also clapped their hands and applauded loudly.

At the end, he talked about assassinating Xia Yan at night with the little kingfisher and burning down his barracks.

The brothers were dumbfounded, and they looked at Lin Qingluo with admiration.

**

Lin Qingluo hugged Hunao, left her eldest brother's yard, and when she returned to Luoxueju, the snow was still falling.

Fluttering snowflakes fell on the eaves, and in the small courtyard, a thick layer accumulated, reaching ankle deep.

Zizhu is in the yard holding a broom to clean up the snow, and from the corner of his eyes, he vaguely sees someone entering the yard. Looking back, he sees clearly that it is the young lady who is thinking about it. His eyes light up immediately, and he is dragging the broom, happy greeted me.

"It's snowing so hard, don't sweep it, your nose is red from the cold."

Lin Qingluo was wrapped in a thick cloak, revealing a delicate little face from under the snow-white fluff, looking at her with a smile.

"Hey, Miss is back, stop sweeping, Zi Zhu is going to make tea for Miss."

Zizhu rubbed his nose and laughed silly, dropped the broom, and ran to the kitchen in a hurry.

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(end of this chapter)