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

"What are you looking at to see if you have finished your homework?" I felt much more comfortable after exercising my muscles and bones.

Looking back, Guiyi jumped off the bed, shook his head as a matter of course, stroked Heiliang's whip body, and said, "Master asked Yan Ji, what else can evolve under the picture?"

"Tang Kingdom."

"Is there still under the Tang Kingdom?"

"What's not important is that your master can spend a year studying the Tang Kingdom alone."

"Oh." Long Guiyi stared at the whip for a long time, thinking that boys prefer weapons.

"You like this whip."

Return a little nod.

With phantom eyes, he glanced at the bruises on his face that were neither bruised nor swollen: "Here you are."

"real?"

"fake."

"No, I don't want it." After speaking, he snatched it away without any politeness.

"This thing is nourished with blood."

"What's the meaning?"

"Let's talk about it later. Now you just play with it like a rope. Are you still working?"

Guiyi raised his head and pulled the scar on his neck, which still hurt a little: "En."

"Remember to close the acupoints and carry weight next time, it will be good for you."

"don't know?"

"Ask Long Qingshi."

Guiyi's expression broke: "I might as well think about it myself."

On the other side of Longmubao’s Diner’s Courtyard——Wen Zhongchen in the bamboo building is holding manuscript paper and repeating a figure over and over Finally, after he drew the last stroke, his face suddenly brightened and he spoke incoherently: "I finally know that I finally know that it can be adjusted according to the number of guests and the abundance of cups and plates, and it can be said to display books besides swallows. - It is fickle and applicable! High! It is really high. Why didn't I think of it? The change of vertical and horizontal clutches——wonderful!"

A girl dressed as a girl pushed open the door and saw her husband so rudely asked: "Mr. Wen, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Zhongchen couldn't hide his joy on his face: "Prepare the car immediately! I want to see the Dragon Lord!"

"Yes, sir.

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In the study room of the mahogany tree in the main courtyard of Longjiabao:

Long Qingbao picked up a piece of wood and thought about it: "Why did Big Brother Dragon Master just attack?" It made them want to repair the house.

The prototype of the last piece of mahogany window in his hand has been repaired, but Long Qingyi only made half of it, and he started to help without saying a word.

"Brother, let me ask you something." While speaking, he looked at the same Long Qianyuan intentionally or unintentionally.

"you shut up."

Long tilted a glance at him, picked up a new piece of wood and muttered in a low voice: "Shut up and shut up, what's so great about it? Isn't it just that your kung fu is better than mine? Even the mistress can't beat me. What's there to brag about? You're amazing, you're amazing. The trial mistress will have the ability to educate me. I think you, a dignified dragon master guard, didn’t want to punish anyone before, but now? You try to punish the mistress, and you won’t be afraid of her crying to death. Persimmon, I’m actually very…”

Suddenly Long Qingzhe shut up, smiled flatteringly and said, "Brother, why are you pointing your sword at me? Brother, it's dangerous."

Waiter Long Qing withdrew his sword expressionlessly: "Do it yourself." He turned around and walked out of the messy place to help his master grind it.

Long Qingzhe looked at him speechlessly and split a piece of redwood angrily: "Just do it within a month and don't expect me to fix it!"

"Yo! Who is this talking about?"

"Ah!" Long Ting took a step back in shock. The golden moving object in front of him was not the mistress who had just left, who else could it be: "The little one has seen the mistress Kang Fu." Wondering how so many things can't overwhelm her--and why she is here again. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have to play with logs here!

"Is Xiaozhe very elegant?"

"The mistress and the master are inside." Don't talk nonsense with him, he hates glitter by nature.

"Oh." Huanxi glanced in. Long Qianyuan was reviewing the memorial. Long Qingshi was grinding aside. Only one Long Qingbao was idle: "I'm here to find you."

"Looking for me? I don't have any money! No... Mistress, I don't mean that."

"It's okay, Xiaogui, bring the abacus."

Xiaogui? After Long tilted, he saw that there was a mound of dirt behind the mountain of cash, so it wasn't the young master: "The young one has seen the young master."

Gui Yi hurriedly replied: "Don't dare." He is one of the two personal guards of the Dragon Lord, who dares to provoke Long Tomb Fort?

"I don't have any money." Huanxi kicked the broken pieces under his feet: "Then you dare to chop the fine mahogany into pieces, you know it's priceless."

Long Qingzhuo's spine suddenly went cold: "Little one... I missed it for a while."

Huan Xi made up her mind: "How much is your monthly salary?"

Long Qingzhe said bitterly: "One hundred taels."

"High-income people."

"Thank you Madam."

Then Huanxi began to pull the abacus beads.

Long Guiyi quietly looked at the room with admiration, admiration, and an infatuation he didn't understand.

"The total value created by a one-year-old mahogany tree is equivalent to taels of silver, plus the green it brings to the earth during its growth is equivalent to taels of silver. It is equivalent to taels of gold for the charitable funds that shelter people and animals from wind and rain. The silhouette can become a landscape, giving people a beautiful feeling. The value of this appreciation is ten thousand taels. Maybe when the flood hits, it can save many lives including your life... This..." Fantasia's fast undulating beads--crackling-- The sound of the town's dragon poured out a cold sweat. "A small life is priceless."

"Ah? Yes."

"That means you owe me 300 million taels of gold for countless life units."

"This... the mistress didn't chop a single tree." Long Qingshi looked at Long Qingshi begging for help. Long Qingshi carefully ground the red ink to make it sticky and thick.

"It's calculated according to the part of her body." -- Crackling -- a burst of knocking: "Except for the overall quotation, throw away the whole part." The number of beads on the abacus decreased in an instant. "You still owe me a total of four thousand taels of gold. Your monthly salary is two silver, which means four thousand months. How long is four thousand months?" Huan Xi lifted her skirt and ran to Long Qianyuan, kissing him generously A resolute profile.

Long Qing waited on Long Qingzhe, hurriedly turned his head, and Long Guiyi looked around with his drooping head.

"How many years is Xianggong's four thousand months?"

"Three hundred and thirty-three years and three months." Although the cold voice had no warmth, the words were sonorous and forceful, and the pen and ink in his hand continued to be neat and orderly.

"Thank you, Mr. Huan." Huan Xi happily patted his head and ran back to the original place: "You heard me, you owe me three hundred years."

Long Qingzhe is really speechless, the mistress is just making trouble, and the master's words are not equivalent to the death penalty for betraying him, and there is no reprieve. "Can I get a discount?" Pooh! Saying this is not the same as admitting it.

"Okay! Get rid of the fraction and it will be 300 years."

Long Qingzhe wiped his sweat: "Good! Good! Very good!" He must split all the mahogany to avenge his revenge. He also wants to chop off the master who is too high-ranking and who doesn't help him, Long Qingshi.

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