I Became A Virtuous Wife and Loving Mother in another Cultivation World

The main courtyard on the second day was definitely not peaceful. It can be said that it was the busiest time in history. Chickens, ducks, rabbits, kittens, pet dogs, chameleons, flowers, grasses, poems, and paintings were all stuffed with Long Qianyuan’s study.

This is all thanks to Xu Huanxi. Everyone wants to receive a gift from the husband.

Animal calls weave music, static things echo elegant green plants blooming with life. The study room, which originally occupies a large area, is a bit crowded.

Long Qingshi looked at the stacked gifts in astonishment: This... this...

Long Qianyuan glanced at it lightly, but with just one glance, he remembered the signature and words under everything, but how could he make the mistake of going to the wrong room with such a shrewd person? Only God knows!

Long Qing waiter quickly stepped forward to catch the chicken and duckling that would run away, held down the crawling poisonous snake, and finished processing the flowers with mud. The gray clothes were "bright", and looked at Long Qianyuan with an aggrieved expression. He is the number one hidden guard. Why did you become a room-cleaning mother today?

Long Qian lowered his head far and did not respond.

Waiter Long Qing, holding back his fire, ran upstairs alone and took down seventy or eighty copies of "Women's Practice" with a cold face and delivered them to each room in person. He didn't believe him. ...

Facts have proved that his deduction is correct. After getting the book, the concubine's face is not much better than Xu Huanxi's.

From then on, the aunts in each room looked at Huanxi wishing to strangle her to death, as if they were looking at a dead person.

Shi'er was so scared that he didn't dare to leave the house for three days, and Huanxi still passed away proudly with his chest upright like a colorful peacock.

Early Spring——There is no change in the actual temperature, but the time passed by this page still makes people feel warm, hopeful, motivated, and hopeful, at least they can show their initiative without waiting to stare.

On this day, Long Tomb Castle is very lively. The gate is opened next time at the master's instruction. Guests from all over the world pour into this sleeping lion like a spring, but there is a strange rule:

Anyone with gift money over 10 million can enter through the gate, and those with less than 10 million can only go through the slightly smaller side door on the side of the gate, but even the side door requires a minimum of one million taels of silver, otherwise you have to go through the small door that is often opened.

Rich merchants with less than ten million increased their gift money for the sake of face and reputation; those with less than one million also added some money and walked through the side door, and the rest could only watch with envy as others slipped into the humble small door.

But even Xiaomen is a number that ordinary people can't imagine.

Because the sign at the small gate reads: no five hundred taels of gold, people and toads are forbidden to enter! With five hundred taels of gold, the tortoise and the scorpion Tongxing.

A young man in dark clothes stood at the small door. A brown cotton-padded jacket with abrupt patches stood amidst brocade and jade robes.

He doesn't seem to be aware of it. His face is pale, his eye sockets are sunken, his eyes are lifeless. If you pay attention, you will find that one of his eyes is pure white, and the opposite half of the eye is also white. It's a pity that such a strange look on his face is not beautiful but has a sense of eerie terror.

He looked at the writing on the wall with dead eyes, and looked at it strangely, and he was a little suspicious of the purpose of coming here: Could it be that he wants to take refuge in this kind of person. The boy's sunken cheeks turned livid and he sighed like a wandering ghost: Is his future as smooth as he imagined.

He touched the silver in his arms, a gleam of hope flashed in his depleted eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch, which made his already weird face look horrible and ferocious.

The people who had been with him drove in a luxurious carriage far away from him.

The boy patted the old donkey behind him with his withered fingers and sneaked into the mansion of Longmubao for five hundred taels...

The welcoming courtyard of Longmubao adopts natural river embankment, the breeze blows over the willow branches swaying and broken, and the precious tables and chairs are placed in the sun - facing the lake and willows.

The young man's donkey was taken away respectfully. He shook the old folding fan and stared at the boastful rich businessman with ashen eyes while maintaining his remaining elegance.

He came to see Long Qianyuan, maybe Long Qianyuan may not meet him, but he needs a chance, a chance to talk to high-level officials, he believes in his own strength, believes in his resourcefulness, and believes that he has the domineering spirit to assist a wise king to win the world.

He believed that Long Qian would never disappoint him. Five hundred taels was his limit. He couldn't afford any more money. He even sold all his possessions just to get in. If he didn't succeed, he didn't know if he could still stand alone in the future. Does he have the face to meet his sister and the people who have expectations for him.

The boy fell silent and began to doubt himself for the first time.

The hot wave of greetings all around is monstrous, and the enthusiastic people evaluate each other's value.

High-ranking officials automatically draw a line of demarcation with wealthy businessmen who are not ashamed and despise each other.

On the one hand, it refers to the economic lifeline of the 6-way smooth flow;

On the one hand is the patriotic youth who guides the country to gain a foothold in the world.

There is only one white boy who falls alone outside the tranquility of early spring and becomes a scene alone.

Women are not as scheming as men. As long as they dress decently and look good, they can be unique in conversation, and they can more comprehensively bring out the value of their husbands.

The breeze winds around the willow branches swaying will everything be different in spring? The boy looked at the invisible swimming fish, looking forward to his arrival and praying that time would stop forever.

It was almost noon, and Huanxi didn't show up, and Long Qianyuan didn't show up either, just a few tall and burly men came, carried ten white marble chairs, and placed them next to the main seat.

A few maid-like people silently paved a pure white corridor with snow fox fur. The corridor was filled with bunches of precious bonsai. Pearls of various colors were inlaid on the unbloomed green branches, shining brightly on everyone. All eyes were on the end of the white road.

All the people stopped their movements and waited quietly.

Merchants admire and watch the disappearing corner, and high-ranking officials worship the new boss who may become their boss.

Just because of this not-so-secret secret, Long Tomb Fort is mysteriously majestic and noble, yet has a destructive aura.

The boy's palms were sweating, and he was very nervous, even if he had the monk's recommendation letter, he was also very nervous.

He touched the letter in the placket and told himself that everything would be fine, he still had the chance to take care of his sister and realize his own value.

And at this moment, in the first chapter of the study room, Huanxi is holding two bubbling little ghosts on the blood-red wolf fur, holding a two-meter-long special horn, crying outside with snot and tears, and complaining that this long-term ear shock has passed. It lasted a day and a night.

She is not tired and everyone who listens is tired.

Long Qingshi was helping his master to grind ink while listening to the noise outside the door.

"Sister, can't you just be a poor concubine? My concubine promises that I won't dare to do it next time. For Su Yi and Suo Xin's sake, come out and show your face, Mr. Xiang, do you hate concubine so much?" Come out, Mr. Xiang, I will listen to you from now on, okay?"

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