Den.

The bookshelves are neatly arranged, exuding a faint fragrance of flowers, birds, and cordyceps.

Most of them are ancient books, most of them are decorations, and useful exercise cheats will be engraved with sigils and carried around.

In the middle of the two frames, there was a very short unsheathed ancient sword, not a spirit sword.

Chen Yanjun carefully identified it, it was a bit similar to the Goujian sword of King Yue in the history books, and it was some years.

There are piano chess and tea cups on the table.

On the desk by the window, there is a porcelain shaped like a medicine altar - it is actually the legendary Tang Sancai, yellow, green, blue, ochre and other color glazes are used on a piece of pottery at the same time, forming a mottled and dripping colored glaze.

Chen Yanjun has the impression that Tang Sancai's fetus is brittle and poorly waterproof, mainly used for funerals or sacrifices, and it may have the meaning of commemorating her deceased husband when placed on the desk.

Chen Yanjun did not feel jealous, but felt relieved.

It shows that this is a good woman.

The study was large, with a screen and tabernacle in between.

On the screen, a huge, similar to the picture of the step is painted, the thick Dunhuang Tang style, the color is much more gorgeous than the unearthed cultural relics that have been sealed for more than a thousand years.

It's an amazing feeling.

It seems that he has only traveled through time, but not through space, and the position where Chen Yanjun is standing at this moment may only be a dozen miles away from the school and rental house in his previous life.

Behind the screen, there is a floor-to-ceiling green gauze tent.

Behind the tent was the lady's couch.

Since the death of her ex-husband, Mrs. has been living alone in the study.

Right now, it is the first time that Chen Yanjun has walked into his wife's study, like walking into his wife's secret garden.

In front of the window.

Cui Yourong still stood with his hands in his hands, maintaining a dignified posture like a hanging moon, and did not look at Chen Yanjun.

"Fang Cai, in order to protect the son, Yourong can only make this decision...... Childe was not asked for his opinion. ”

Chen Yanjun could see that his wife turned over to look out the window and didn't look at him, in order to cover up the faint halo on her face, so she deliberately teased her:

"Madame's decision?"

Cui Yourong:

“……”

Suddenly, the blush turned into a hot face, and the secret luck was forced to suppress it.

Chen Yanjun scratched his head, pretending to be stunned.

"Oh, it's a matter of tying the knot...... What did Madame think in her heart? ”

Cui Yourong didn't dare to look at him.

Show love in public, but dare not show love in person.

I thought that Chen Gongzi had been pursuing Qiu Mao before, and he was separated by a generation from her, and he had been widowed for many years, and all kinds of things came to his heart......

After holding it for a long time, he clenched his palms tightly and said softly:

"If the son is interested, there is tolerance...... Won't break his word. ”

Chen Yanjun's heart was warm, warm and sweet.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. is old, and she still plays with little girls, which makes people feel excited.

Taking a step forward, Chen Yanjun said calmly:

"I'm not telling you anything."

Cui Yourong was slightly stunned, and then turned his head to look at Chen Yanjun:

"What did Gongzi Chen say?"

Chen Yanjun said:

"Madame is better looking than a princess."

Cui Yourong:

“……”

Chen Yanjun took advantage of the situation and walked to the window, looking at the calm expression of the rockery in the front yard, but his right hand was inadvertently put on his wife's right shoulder.

The eyes that were as clear as a lake condensed slightly, Cui Yourong's mood softened, and he snuggled up to Chen Yanjun's broad shoulder, which felt extremely natural.

Chen Yanjun understands that since he has chosen his wife, he must accept the different feeling of falling in love with a girl, feel the warmth and tolerance of his wife like a harbor, and have an extra sense of responsibility.

"After I condense my qi and get married, I will marry my wife Ming Media and tie the knot together...... It's not to repay the favor, but to simply like Mrs. ”

Cui Yourong not only felt a pang in his heart, but also felt Chen Yanjun's sense of responsibility.

"It is not easy to enter the product and rush to the customs, and the slightest carelessness will be a failure, even if the son is successful in washing the marrow and has entered the third realm of qi cultivation, this matter still needs to be considered in the long run...... I will prepare everything in a month. ”

Chen Yanjun thought to himself, the month of the traverser is not far from penetrating the universe.

"Is a month too long?"

"Actually, I'm ready, and I'm a little sure of this rush, not to mention that I haven't entered the product yet, and I can't fall in cultivation, even if I fail to rush the level, I can pick up and pick up the next day, and I can rush through the customs again."

Seeing that Chen Yanjun was so determined, Cui Yourong said:

"In that case, I'll do it as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he reluctantly left Chen Yanjun's shoulder.

"There is one more thing, if my grandfather wants you to be the son-in-law of the Cui family, don't agree to it."

Chen Yanjun said:

"Madame unconditionally raised me for three years for me to study and practice, even if I am a son-in-law, there is nothing wrong with it."

Cui Yourong said:

"The descendants of the big clan have no freedom at all, and if they are sons-in-law, the shackles will be heavier in the future."

Chen Yanjun thought to himself, even Qiu Hao has become a pawn in the Cui family's marriage, let alone a son-in-law?

In fact, Madame's ex-husband is no different from her son-in-law, and in the past three years, he has never seen a relative of the Du family come over in the house.

In fact, Madame's ex-husband probably doesn't even have the value of being a son-in-law......

Of course, Chen Yanjun doesn't want to be a son-in-law, but if it is really forced by the situation, it is okay to make a wave of money first, and then slowly increase his development.

"Well, I listen to Madame."

Cui Yourong glanced at him and said coquettishly:

"You still call me Madame......"

Chen Yanjun smiled and hugged her in his arms again.

"That's what I like to call it."

"Ignore you."

said this, but his plump and slender body was still nestled in Chen Yanjun's arms.

Until someone knocks on the door!

There was only two symbolic knocks, and the door creaked open.

It's Du Qingchuan!

Du Qingchuan's eyes were stunned, and he felt that he was not far from having a younger brother or sister.

Chen ...... No, Dad, you're doing a good job, I agree with this family business! ”

Cui Yourong hurriedly straightened up, instantly regained his majestic and solemn posture as a strict mother, and said sharply:

"Why didn't you come back until now!"

Du Qingchuan's mind was all on Chen Yanjun, and he didn't answer immediately.

"Hahaha, Mo laughs at the farmer's wine, the guests stay in the harvest year, the mountains and rivers are doubtful, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village...... Wonderful, wonderful! This poem has been passed to the Lady Workshop! ”

Cui Yourong said with a straight face:

"Childe's work is not a kind of Fengliu Yan poem, you don't come to this set."

Du Qingchuan said cheekily:

"It's worthy of my mother, I know my thoughts before I even open my mouth."

immediately came to Chen Yanjun's side.

"Brother Chen, no, Daddy Chen, I didn't expect you to hide so deeply before."

"Let's go, let's go to Yanfang, you make another poem, I'll write it down, our father and son poems and books will be combined, and the girl who painted butterflies will be devoted to you and me."

When Cui Yourong heard this, his complexion was cold and his face was gloomy.

Du Qingchuan said busily:

"Mother, don't look at me like this, Dad is not that kind of person, when you enter the back room of the butterfly girl, Dad will jump out of the window and leave."

"Besides, the new painter is an innocent woman, and if I ask for it and get along happily, I will redeem her and marry her...... When the time comes, you will get married, and I will get married, and double happiness will come, isn't it beautiful? ”

Cui Yourong is most worried about the marriage of his children.

"Really?"

Without waiting for Du Qingchuan to continue to flicker, Chen Yanjun said:

"Fake, he is only interested in getting along happily with the girl who painted butterflies, and in the future, he must find a martyr to treat him."

For example, Zhang Gongzi may have a younger sister...... Marrying Qingchuan is not another kind of political marriage.

Du Qingchuan's head was big when he heard this, and his face instantly collapsed.

"Brother Chen, a few days ago, you promised me that you wouldn't break your promise, right?"

Chen Yanjun then remembered that he had promised him so that day, so he nodded and said:

"Don't worry, I'll help you when I buy it."

"It's okay to have a father!"

Du Qingchuan's face was grim, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Cui Yourong looked sad, shook his head and sighed:

"This kid ......"

Chen Yanjun said with relief:

"In front of parents, a man is always a boy, and the only thing that can make a boy a man is a woman who truly loves him...... Madame rest assured, he will meet the true destiny. ”

Cui Yourong was slightly stunned, and always felt that Chen Gongzi was not as simple as having never experienced a woman.

"Childe suddenly has such a spirit, did he also meet the woman who hit him on the day of the Cold Food Festival?"

"Is it the daughter of the farmer who stayed in the harvest year?"

Chen Yanjun didn't expect that before his wife passed the door, he threw a proposition to him.

"No, it's the lady of that house."

Chen Yanjun said the answer with a perfect score.

Cui Yourong showed coquettishness, so he made up his mind:

"In three days, I'm ready to rush through the customs."

"There's Mrs. Law."

As soon as the two of them went out, Mama Feng also came over.

"Madam, Lord Supervisor has informed me that I will return to my house in two days to attend the family assembly...... Childe is also going. ”

Cui Yourong glanced at Chen Yanjun and said:

"Got it."

……

Guozijian, Danlin Academy.

Fang Qunyu's infirmary.

The corpse lying in the ice is turning into something that even Fang Qunyu has never seen......

Monster.

The corpse on the ice was the one who ate the poisonous mushroom with Chen Yanjun that day, Fan Yu.

Fang Qunyu stood in front of the ice platform, staring at the wriggling monster that resembled a strange beast, and his eyes showed a color that he didn't know whether it was fear or excitement.

"Chang'an...... I'm sick. ”