Yun Qianwen watched with satisfaction as Chen Youliang drank the soup in the pot to the point that there was no residue left.

He took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat on his forehead, and gently touched the fire cloud on his forehead.

This cloud of fire was left for her, and thankfully, he didn't lose his face because of it.

"Friendship, it would be nice if we lived like this all the time here." Yun Qianwen suddenly said yearningly.

"Qian'er, I will never let you suffer like this." He grabbed her own hand and said seriously.

"But I don't feel bitter, on the contrary, I am very happy, it seems that I have not been so happy for a long time." Yun Qian asked softly.

"Qian'er, although I can't give you such a life now, I promise that if I get the world in the future, I will pass on the throne to our son, and then I will take you to retire."

"How long will it take, besides, I may not have a son."

"Then you will continue to give birth until you give birth to a son."

"What are you and I, and I've been alive." Yun Qianwen turned his face away unhappily.

"Well, by the way, I have a way to not have to wait too long." She said suddenly.

"No, the throne can only be passed to our son." Chen Youliang seemed to have guessed what she was going to say.

"But Chen Li is also your son."

"If I say no, I can't." Chen Youliang cut the railway.

Seeing him so tough, Yun Qian didn't say anything, she knew that what he decided couldn't be changed, and there was no way to change it, after all, he was so strong.

"Then let's wait until you become the emperor." Yun Qian asked as he went to the drying rack to tidy up his clothes, the clothes were not completely dry, and they were still a little damp.

She sighed anxiously, and as soon as she turned around, she was hugged by him.

"Asa!"

"Okay, what kind of hugging and hugging in broad daylight!" She tried hard to push him away.

"You are my wife, do you need to look at the occasion if you want to hug your husband?" Chen Youliang hugged her tighter and kissed her on the cheek by the way.

"Oh, I didn't see anything." A slightly old voice came, and Yun Qianwen knew that the old man was back, so he pushed Chen Youliang away in shame.

Although the old man is old, he can't help but feel a little envious when he sees the little couple hugging and hugging, loving and loving.

"Old man, you're back!" Yun Qianwen instantly changed to an embarrassed smile.

"Leave when our clothes are dry. Not bothering you. ”

"Don't get in the way, you can live as long as you want, the two of you haven't eaten yet, today the old man will kill a chicken for you."

The old man said and put down the medicine basket, and then went to catch the chicken, and caught the hen by dividing it by two.

"Young man, don't be idle, help me chop the firewood." The old man looked at Chen Youliang who was standing aside.

Chen Youliang frowned, what, he heard it right, let him go to chop wood with a Han king?

"What are you doing? Do you want to eat? When the old man saw that he didn't move, he was instantly a little displeased.

"My husband is recovering from a serious injury, so I'd better come." Yun Qian asked as he said that he was about to go to the pyre.

"Don't go!" Chen Youliang reached out and grabbed her.

"Friendship, now we are not in the Han Palace, no one helps us, we can only rely on ourselves." Yun Qianwen looked at him and said in a low voice.

"I'm coming!" Chen Youliang said as he stepped forward and bent down, picked up the axe, and began to chop wood.

His movements were skillful and smooth, watching the thick firewood turn into lumpy firewood under his axe, Yun Qianwen was a little surprised, she always felt that he was strong in martial arts and had great powers, but she didn't expect him to chop a good firewood, is this because of martial arts?

The old man touched his beard and looked at Chen Youliang's skilled figure with satisfaction.

He thought that this kid was just handsome and short-tempered, but he didn't expect that he would be even more powerful than the woodcutter he met.

After a while, all the firewood piled up into a small mountain was chopped by him.

Yun Qianwen stepped forward and took out a handkerchief to gently wipe away the beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Hey. The young man is so angry, this firewood is enough for me to burn for a few days. The old man looked at the pyre with satisfaction.

Then I went into the kitchen and started to get busy.

"Tired or not, sore arms!" Yun Qian asked, kneading his arms with both hands.

Not to mention, the few times she rubbed it were quite useful.

"Get used to it!" He took her hand gently.

When he was a son-in-law, he did a lot of these jobs, and he naturally became proficient.

"Friendship, you are good at chopping firewood, and you also drink bitter medicine with relish, you have never suffered less before." Yun Qian asked, as he spoke, tears flashed in his eyes.

"With you, nothing is bitter." He looked at her tenderly.

This girl, what's wrong lately, always loves to cry nose.

"Hey, I said you two shouldn't always be greasy and crooked, come in and help." The old man couldn't stand it anymore and shouted outside the house.

"Friendship, you have a good rest, I'll go." Yun Qian asked, listening positively and walking into the kitchen.

The corners of Chen Youliang's lips rose, outlining a satisfied smile, such a day seemed to be good, since the injury, he really felt that she was good to him.

She was pregnant, did the laundry for him, went to the kitchen to catch chickens, and even chopped wood for him, she was just a woman, but she was willing to do it for him.

He suddenly felt that marrying her must be the Chen family's ancestors.

Two simple meals were served, and because Chen Youliang had drunk several bowls of boiled soup, he was not hungry at all, but he still sat down with her.

"Friendship, you can taste this piece of chicken." Yun Qianwen picked up a piece of chicken and handed it to him, but Chen Youliang avoided it:

"Qian'er, I'm not hungry, you eat more."

"Did you drink too much wild vegetable soup just now, and your stomach can't hold it?" Yun Qianwen asked suddenly.

"Girl, leave him alone, you eat more, you have to eat for two." The old man said as he sandwiched a dish of greens into her bowl.

Chen Youliang was a little displeased when he saw this, picked up the chopsticks and took out the vegetables in her bowl, and re-clamped one for her.

"Asa'er never uses chopsticks that outsiders use."

The old man was suddenly disgusted, and his mood was a little unhappy, and he muttered:

"Alas, young man, you can't say that, your chopsticks have all been used."

"What did you say?" Chen Youliang's eyes immediately flashed with a strong killing intent, since he became the king of Han, except for Yun Qian, how could he have been so scared.

"Well, there's no need to quarrel over this little thing that isn't worth it." Yun Qian asked as he took back the dishes that were sandwiched by Chen Youliang, and the old man looked at Chen Youliang triumphantly.

As soon as Yun Qianwen put it in her mouth, she couldn't help frowning, she seemed to have eaten something hard.

"What's wrong?" Chen Youliang noticed her expression and hurriedly handed her the water, Yun Qianwen gently spit out the hard erection thing, and found that it was a piece of salt that had not melted.

"Old thing, you can't cook!" Chen You slapped the table angrily.

Although the old man was a little ashamed in his heart, he was also unconvinced by Chen Youliang's attitude, and was just about to get angry, when Yun Qianwen suddenly apologized:

"I made the food, but it's good you didn't get it."

The old man felt even more guilty after hearing this.