"Get up, big lazy pig. Zhao Yingluo turned over, and looked at the source of the crisp and beautiful sound with sleepy eyes—Lan'er, who was wearing a bright red brocade jacket and her cheeks were stained with dots of flour.

At this moment, she was pouting and shouting to Zhao Yingluo in her sleep, while her left hand was still shaking lightly on the thick quilt covered by his body. The dark green jade bracelet on her left wrist reflected the soft light faintly in the faint light and shadow changes in the west wing room in the early winter morning.

Zhao Yingluo got up and sat on the bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes gently. Lan'er casually handed him a black satin cotton jacket, made of exquisite materials and fine stitches.

He snuggled his mouth, turned his face sideways, and pointed with his chin at Yu Wenshuang, who was cleaning up his room at the moment. Lan'er said in a slightly sour tone: "Oh, your lady made it." In order to make it, people have to light oil lamps every night to rush to work, which greatly disturbs my rest. Alas, when will she be as accustomed to seeing at night as I am. said that he wanted to make a decent dress for his husband during the Shangyuan Festival, and what did he say that the lady was the one who would rather cut down on food and clothing by herself, but also save money, rummage through boxes and cabinets, and make a new dress for her man. Oops, hearing such words every day almost makes her sour me to death. Do you think this padded jacket looks good? In my opinion, it's such a good piece of fabric. ”

Zhao Yingluo's gaze bypassed Lan'er's good-looking side face and looked at the woman who was still glamorous. At present, Yu Wenshuang, even if he is doing vulgar housework, still has an indescribable charm in his gestures, which makes people forget themselves.

Seven-story private room in Wanghai Building, Shuangyue City. Wang Xiang'er of the Hehuan Sect is holding his left hand, sitting at the table by the window, looking at the estuary of Yingyue Lake. The soft glow reflected by the warm winter morning sun on the frozen lake echoes the sparkling sea in the distance, and is reflected in Wang Xiang'er's watery eyes.

She tightened the collar of her thin shirt and got up to lean lightly against the window. After taking a deep breath of the sweet, salty and wet sea breeze, after the wind entered her lungs, she was in a good mood, and the lotus step moved lightly to the front of the Yao bed Luo tent, gently brushed the long hair like mist, as if sighing, as if self-pity said: "The immortal road is far away, the reincarnation is far away, the vicissitudes of the sea and the sea are contemplative, which is not helped, which one becomes a Buddha and ascends to the immortal, in the end it will be dust or green smoke." And go to the red sleeves to add fragrance, keep the warmth of the people, try to ask the lover where he is, and look for thousands of rivers and mountains. ‘’

Yu Wenshuang, Lan'er and Zhao Yingluo are eating rice balls in the room specially cleaned and arranged for Lan'er in the small courtyard at the moment. The white enamel bowl in front of him had been filled by two women. Lingmai and sesame seeds are mixed together, and the glutinous rice balls made by Yuwenshuang and Lan'er have a particularly smooth and sweet taste.

In the branch of the Weidong Commercial Bank in Liannuma Village, Nanqian Continent, in an elegant three-story building, Yuwen Shuoyue is practicing the "surplus and deficiency gong" of the Yuwen family on his knees. This is the top-level exercise of the wood attribute, and Yuwen Ye and Yuwen Yingyue have both cultivated to the legendary realm of reincarnation.

Cultivating to only the early stage of the cold dew Yuwen Shuoyue, during this period of time, under Leng Manyun's careful teaching and guidance, he has faintly touched the bottleneck of the middle stage of the cold dew. With the operation of the surplus and deficiency work, the pale cyan wood attribute aura in his body rises and falls like a tide, like a bright moon, round or absent. The drop of cold dew in the dantian of its qi sea was also frantically absorbing the mana of the wood attribute that flowed from its limbs and hundreds of bones towards the dantian qi sea.

A few spiritual materials and spirit stones that seemed to be randomly thrown in the corner of the room were now forming a mysterious magic circle with a pale cyan non-gold and non-wood block emitting soft light in the northwest corner. This array was faintly similar to the small spirit gathering array that Lan'er had placed for him when Zhao Yingluo was refining the Nachen Earth Barrier and the Black Small Ding.

In the back kitchen on the second floor, Leng Manyun was busy wrapping rice balls. His sideburns and the corners of his eyes were already stained with a little flour of Lingmai, and he had just crushed black sesame seeds, and found that he had forgotten to boil hot water. Seeing that she had made a mess of a kitchen that had been neatly organized before, her good-looking pretty face couldn't help but show a wry smile, is it happiness? Is it self-deprecation?

I only heard her sigh and said, "It's really time to take the time to learn cooking, but you can add fragrance to your red sleeves, and you don't want to be jealous." If this sentence spreads, it will be difficult for anyone to believe it, this woman who stands at the peak of the immortal cultivation world, this woman who has been as cold as her name for nearly 10,000 years, this woman who has been loved by thousands of people and poured all beings, this woman who does not touch the dust with her ten fingers and is dedicated to pursuing the avenue of the heavenly jealousy period. One day, who will be willing to be ordinary. Ordinary to red sleeves to add fragrance, ordinary to laundry and cooking.

I slept in the morning, and I ate smooth and sweet sesame rice balls. Well, even so, there are always a few ugly ones in a bowl, and they are even more difficult to swallow.

I wanted to put the few existences at the bottom of the bowl and ignore them.

But how could his move escape the eyes of the shrewd and hearted Lan'er? So she said angrily: "No one forces you to eat, just do it yourself if you want to eat well." Early in the morning, I almost exhausted this girl, you are looking for a fight!"

Zhao Yingluo and the three of them were on the road to Giant Lane, and when they passed by Sister Liu's bun stall, they heard her shouting from afar: "Okay, you boy, if you find a daughter-in-law, you won't come to take care of the old lady's business." If someone cooks for you, you won't eat steamed buns, right?"

Yuwenshuang and Lan'er pursed their lips and chuckled when they saw this, although they had never come to buy them, but the buns made by Sister Liu were not eaten less. The skin is thin and the filling is fragrant, especially in the early morning of winter, eating two will warm the stomach and heart. I saw Zhao Yingluo walk to the stall awkwardly, took a few buns wrapped in oiled paper by Sister Liu in the morning, turned around and left, and after leaving Sister Liu's position, he turned to Sister Liu and smiled: "Sister, tell you one last time, she is not my wife." ”

"Yes, she is a concubine. Shuang'er grimaced and pointed at Yuwenshuang's joking words.

After the three of them turned into Giant's Alley, the market gradually became lively. The shops and households on both sides of the wide streets and alleys have hung red lanterns in front of their doors early, and various paper-cuts and window flowers with auspicious meanings are posted on the windows facing the street.

"Yin shopkeeper, you see that this golden and jade paper-cut is good. Well, the window grilles over there are so much better than I cut them last night. Look, there's that ······. Lan'er, who was in a good mood, kept commenting along the way.

In the Wanbao Zhai shop in Shuangyue City, the general manager Yu Wenlu is greeting the tellers and guys, cleaning up the streets and alleys in front of the door, and cleaning up the frost and dew on the bluestone ground nearby.

At this moment, at the main entrance of Wanbao Zhai and under the eaves facing the street, the red lanterns are gently swaying in the cold wind of the early morning.

On the third floor of Wanbao Zhai, in the room where Zhao Yingluo, the second master, was located, after he had processed the few correspondence. Immediately began to refine Xiao Ding again. Since Yuwenshuang moved into the small courtyard, Zhao Yingluo's work in Wanbao Zhai has been decreasing day by day. In the name of beauty, I am afraid that he will overshadow the master. But anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is because the eldest lady wants to deliberately provide him with a lot of free time, thinking that he can go further in his cultivation.

As Zhao Yingluo cultivated and recuperated the black Xiaoding, the time became longer and longer. He was pleasantly surprised to find that when he was in the Water Prison and performed the Breathing Technique, even the Returning Dan Monk might not be able to perceive his existence through his divine sense.