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

Long Guiyi hid her around with his head in his arms: "Listen to my explanation!"

"I'm warning you that next time Miss Ben will beat you with a whip! Don't think that you are great because you raped you! Don't think that I dare not deal with you! Don't think that it's the young master of the Long family or the prince of the Yan Kingdom!"

"pain!--"

"How dare you scream! Poke you! Poke you!"

Long Guiyi hid under the table in a horrible way and didn't dare to come out. A child with a mother is not free and a child with a mother will be beaten!

Huan Xi glared at him with her waist in her hand: "If I don't come out, I'll overturn the table!"

Long Guiyi was too weak to pull on the corner of the table, but he didn't dare to talk to his mother, and he had nothing to say to his mother, besides, he didn't talk to her.

Shi'er came in with trays of warm dishes and tried to persuade him, "Mistress, don't be mad at the eldest young master who hasn't eaten for a day. Let him wash and clean first, eat and drink before you beat him."

"I didn't mean him! Look at him, he doesn't have the self-consciousness of the young master of the Long family, and he is probably fooling around again!"

"Okay, mistress, you have been waiting for a long time, sit down and let the young master eat!"

Fei'er opened the table and chairs: "It's just that whoever has the ability to provoke you, you can find someone to vent your anger on the young master."

"Fei'er! What are you mumbling about!"

"The servant didn't say anything!"

Fei'er lifted the curtain of the table: "Young master must be hungry after eating so late."

Huan Xi glared at him and sat on the side of the table, returning to sit on the side with her.

Gui saw that she was not angry anymore and climbed up from the bottom of the table to let Shi'er and Fei'er clean up for him.

"Brother, where have you been?"

"West Lane."

"What! The scene of the fire!" Huan Xi's anger that had subsided rose again.

Gui Yi ran behind Shi'er in fright: "Mother, listen to me first, and I promise you won't hit me after listening."

Fei'er sat down according to Huanxi and poured a cup of green tea to calm her down: "You say."

Guiyi explained the whole process of how the ancient tomb was robbed, taken back and set on fire verbatim.

The more Huan Xi listened, the more ugly his face became: "You mean the fire was set by the ancient tomb.

"

"yes."

"He lives in West Lane?"

"yes."

"Eat me and go out."

"Where are you going, mother?"

...

Before approaching the West Lane, the heat wave enveloped the entire sky like a steamer, the shouts became more tragic, and the ground was also extremely hot because of the fire. It is a pity to look at this scene and think about it. It may not be easy, but if you want to see the person you want, you must Through the sea of ​​flames: "Damn it!" The closer you go, the bigger the fire, the dry air, the people who can't breathe, and the people splashing water are not enough to put out a corner of it. Huanxi became hotter and hotter as she walked: "How did it pass?"

"You want to go there?"

Huan Xi turned his head, and in an instant, the flames disappeared from the sky and the earth, because of his existence, there was a burst of coolness: "Wen Zhongchen?"

The visitor smiled and talked nonchalantly, but couldn't grasp his emotions. His silver-white clothes were out of place in this fiery scene, but he was so calm: "You are Guiyi's book boy."

"You remember me." Huan Xi's tone was excited. It must be a great honor to be remembered by such a handsome man.

Wen Zhongchen looked at Tian and suddenly felt that the little boy in front of him had a lot to do with what he was thinking about: "If you want to go there, you can wait for a heavy rain in half an hour."

"Okay." Huan Xi was even a little excited. From the very beginning, she felt inexplicably that this man was kind. The impact of the first meeting with him was only after being suppressed. She really felt kind to him: "Why are you here?" here?"

"My master is here."

"You have a master?" In Huan Xi's eyes, this kind of person should be idle, wild crane, not asking about world affairs, piccolo, pastoral song, seeking mountains and rivers.

"En. I don't know how to address you, young master."

"My surname is 6 Huan Dou Zhuan Xing Yi Yi, who is ever-changing and ever-changing."

"Fantasy?" Wen Zhongchen is very sensitive to this word: "It's not necessarily Huanhuan, but Fang Dingruhai becomes Dongdongweiyi, a good name for little brother—!"

"Mr. Xie for your compliment."

Wen Zhongchen nodded to him politely: "May I ask if Brother Lu is united here?"

Huan Xi looked at him slyly: "I am the young master's book boy, not the young master's servant. We met by chance, not master and servant, but master and servant."

"Oh?" Although it was a question, his expression was not curious: "Gui Yi has no friends."

"rare."

"Do you know who he often associates with?" Wen Zhongchen asked eagerly this time.

But Huanxi only smiled, his eyes were more dazzling than the flame.

Wen Zhongchen also smiled, this smile is brighter than before, suddenly more self-deprecating, smart people will never need to call names to become clear at a glance: "So Wen is so rude." The tone is surprisingly respectful.

In Huanxi's eyes, this smile almost broke her worry Yao, but Huanxi doesn't think she is the one who jumps at the sight of beautiful men. Although she is drooling, it is just a form of following the crowd, but this Wen Zhongchen really feels to her It's not the same. Huanxi bowed his head and wanted to think.

Wen Zhongchen suddenly took her hand and led her to the side eaves and said naively: "It's raining."

"En." Huanxi Shanshen didn't have much room to hide from the rain, she could clearly hear his heartbeat and smell the fragrance of ink on his body, she quickly changed the topic: "How did you know it was going to rain."

"Because the person who set the fire knows." Wen Zhongchen confidently made him dazzle.

"You know it's arson!" Kao! It's amazing too!

"Little brother Lu also knows." Wen Zhongchen was not shocked by his words at all, as if he should have known.

The heavy rain poured down, and the gradual mist blurred people's vision. The dense rain instantly washed away the dryness of the earth.

There were bursts of cheers in the distance, and through the water mist, only the lingering smoke and the dying fire could be seen.

Long Qianyuan personally stood in the rain and witnessed the life of the common people. I don't know who in the crowd said first: the dragon shows its power. I don't know who knelt down first, but when the rain closed Long Qianyuan's body and fell to the ground, the crowd prostrated with gratitude:

"Long live the Dragon Lord!"

"Long live the Dragon Lord!"

Even the torrential rain can't drown out everyone's shouting enthusiasm, and even their identities can't cover up their gratitude. Who would have expected that a fire in such a poor place would attract the new-generation idol of the commander-in-chief of the imperial guards in the capital—Long Qianyuan.

This is like having a leader who is well-off at your fingertips: "Long live the Dragon Lord! Long live! Long live!" Tens of thousands of people knelt on the ground and dragged their families and their mouths with great piety.

Standing behind his master, Long Qingshi shouted long live, which seemed to arouse his blood that hadn't been surging for a long time.

Long Qianyuan was still standing and didn't see any reaction. He just said, "All materials and follow-up work will be undertaken by Longmubao!" After speaking, he turned and left.

The shouts of long live are louder and louder!

Huanxi covered her mouth and smiled: "I mean, who else can be your master except him? He got another windfall this time."

"You?—know so much."

"That's because I'm Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng, I'm too concerned about the astrology and forget that there are puddles on the ground. It's raining so hard. How do I get out?"

"Brother Lu is going to see the arsonist." Wen Zhongchen looked at the distance and said so indifferently, but it once again shocked Huanxi's usual pride.

"how do you know!"

"I want to meet him too."

...

Wen Zhongchen held an umbrella and stood with Huan Xi outside a dilapidated thatched house. A young man braved the rain to repair the house on the roof.

"Cough! Can do housework! He seems to be a good man."

"It's him?"

"you recognize."

Wen Zhongchen shook his head, Xu Huanxi instinctively thought that he was not lying, but he did... "You don't want to say hello."

"It's not necessary."

Huan Xi tilted his head and looked at the man on the roof. His clothes were soaked in white strands and his face was green. There was a flash of lightning, terrifying like a rain ghost: "I'm not handsome at all if I'm afraid of death."

Huanxi said that a beautiful girl came out of the hut wearing a single dress and holding an umbrella. She leaned against the door and looked like a new willow branch, too soft to hang and thin, so she was forbidden to dance.

Huan Xi looked at her obsessively: "It's so beautiful..."

Wen Zhongchen also looked at her and slowly frowned.

A voice as fragrant as an orchid said: "Little brother, come back soon cough cough—"

"Sister is fine, she's a little bit worse."

At this time, a burst of cold air hit the girl tightly wrapped in the single clothes, not daring to go into the rain.

"Sister, go back."

The girl glanced at him and turned her head with no choice.

"There really are such women in the world!"

"Why is she here?"

"Your lover?"

Wen Zhongchen was stunned when he heard the words, but his thinking was interrupted, but he said seriously: "It's just a friend's old acquaintance."

"It's your master."

"You!—" Wen Zhongchen looked at him in shock.

"Okay, tell me with your expression. This kind of beauty is prepared for the number one in the world. You don't need to guess. Close your mouth." Kao You have a hellish expression but you don't know that she is not your master Who else! Idiot: But Long Qianyuan and this beauty...wait a minute...in a bad mood...

"Little brother 6?"

"I'm leaving, take your time." After speaking, Huanxi blended into the rain and walked into the night.

Wen Zhongchen looked at her with gentle eyes that were now extremely sharp.

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