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

When the sun was about to set, Huanxi abducted Long Qianyuan out——hee hee, let's go out openly! At this time, there are not many people on the street, and the peddlers are lazily waiting for the customers who have thrown themselves into the net. There are also children playing and laughing at the candy maker, but they are just performing.

Long Qingshi and Long Qingzhuo stared at Xu Huanxi who was running around. I don't understand why the master in the main courtyard suddenly came out from the east room, and the dragon master is still wearing silver and white clothes today. What is he doing... to reverse black and white?

Huan Xi dragged Long Huiyi around the street, but she hadn't come out in a fair and honest way for a long time. "Wow! What is this?"

"Calligraphy and painting."

Huan Xi was speechless: "Of course I know! What did I write?"

Long Huiyi carefully looked at the hanging calligraphy and painting and said: "One pulse of orchid fragrance invites moon products."

The uncle in the gray cloth shirt saw the two people's clothes and hurriedly came over and flattered him, "Miss, this is a master's name, why don't you buy a pair and go back to encourage the young master to study."

"Master Fang!" Long Hui cried out in surprise.

Huan Xi tapped him on the head: "I didn't hear that, it's not handwriting."

Uncle Gray Cloth was not angry either: "It's true that you can't sell it even if you're not a handwriter."

"Do you have a second line?" If you have a second line, buy a pair. Anyway, this kid likes to sell goods, and she still has the ability to sweep them wildly.

Long Qianyuan didn't stop, but slowed down. Long Qingshi followed him closely.

Long Qingzhe stayed by Huanxi's side and became very depressed and became a nanny.

"The second line... this..." It seems not.

Just as Huanxi and Hui Yi were fascinated by watching, a short and fat boy came out from the inside and said: "Girl, if you like villains, you can forcefully give the second line. Although it is not perfect, it should not affect the girl's appreciation."

When the uncle saw him coming out, he hurriedly scolded: "Go back! Scholars must not smell of copper!"

"Father—" The man frowned but looked at Huanxi. For so many years, Daddy sold paintings for a living, but the business is not very good. His mother's health is getting worse, and he also wants to share the burden for the family: "How do you feel, girl?"

"Tell me."

The short and fat boy was overjoyed and confident, and wrote on the paper: "A piece of orchid fragrance invites moon products; a few strings of qin rhymes send you away.

"

The gray-shirted old man was a little worried that he didn't understand poetry. Although he believed in his son's talent, this was the first time his son showed it in front of guests. He was very disturbed and purely hoped that everything about his son would be recognized.

Huan Xi saw that the handwriting was in very authentic regular script: "That's right, if I'm nothing more than a wicker lake, what's your name?"

"Ms. Hui is next to Du Jing."

"Are you interested in being my son's teacher?"

"you?"

Huan Xi pushed Hui Yi in front of him: "A very smart child, you just need to teach him how to read."

"This……"

"Xiao Zhe, give him the address. If you show up at the housewife's house tomorrow, it will be a blessing for the child. I hope to see you." After speaking, Huan Xi led him back and left.

Watching them leave, Du Jing was very puzzled: he is still too young to be an adult, so who would give the child to him? He opened the note in his hand, his blood was churning, and the frightened Uncle Huibu immediately closed his business and hurriedly took care of Jiaoer.

Huan Xi was bouncing around on the street, looking calmer than Hui Yi: "The air is so nice."

"Mom, hurry up, father has already gone a long way."

Long Qingyi nodded in agreement with the Fourth Young Master's statement.

...

Huanxi was not in a hurry, he looked at everything before he was willing to move, but when Huanxi was looking at a handkerchief, a girl in farm clothes came out from the opposite rice shop. She is very beautiful, not only her appearance is delicate and her body is full of temperament, but also I see that such a dress can't hide her charm, but it is more soft.

Alone, she tiredly put the rice on the cart and walked forward quietly, her speed was neither fast nor slow, plus Long Qianyuan intentionally waited for the pity girl to push the cart and just caught up with Long Qianyuan's footsteps.

The next thing was the bloody encounter. Long Qianyuan turned her head and she inadvertently raised their eyes to meet. Ghost knows what they were thinking at this classic moment.

The girl hurriedly lowered her head, her eyes were distracted, her heartbeat was chaotic, she immediately quickened the pace of her feet, and even seemed a little embarrassed to run away.

Long Qianyuan's face was expressionless, but the eyes he looked at her obviously paused more than once. This pause is the overwhelming effect.

Long Qingshi's body was tense when she appeared, even Long Qingshi behind Huanxi was very nervous.

Huanxi held a handkerchief and looked at them interestingly. It must be the meeting of old lovers. But it seems that there is no crying, hugging and reluctance!

"Girl, do you want to buy it?"

"purchase."

...

——Yeah——the girl walked too hastily and accidentally fell on the ground. The rice grains scattered from the cart. The girl panicked to pick it up. Phantom appeared in front of her like lightning and helped her put away the rice and gave her the handkerchief she just bought. Wiping sweat: "Hi, my name is Xu Huanxi."

The girl seemed not used to talking with people, but she didn't even have the courage to look back: "Hello, little girl, Gu Qingyou."

"A beautiful name is just like a person."

The girl nodded in embarrassment to be praised by a younger sister. "Thank you I'm leaving."

Huanxi stepped aside and watched her struggle on the road and leave. Hehe, she rushed so fast just now, and his husband wouldn't blame her for not giving him a chance to show off.

Long Qianyuan walked up to her and said casually, "She's so beautiful, Lingbo wants to leave, she seems to live for the wind, this kind of woman should be born in a family of officials, and her beauty will bring disaster to the country."

"The mistress has such a rich imagination."

"Of course I just saw icebergs melting into snow, of course I should pay attention."

Long Qingzhe and Long Qingshi all retreated when they heard the words. Women are often jealous at this time.

Long Qianyuan didn't change much but said calmly: "It's just the past."

"What happened in the past?" She is not very big, and she is not good at Rongsha, but she is a good wife, finding a woman for her husband is also one of the jobs.

Long Qianyuan looked at her resolute face without wind or wave, and he suddenly took out an ordinary wooden hairpin and gently put it on her head: "Hurry up, we're late."

Long Qingzhe and Long Qingshi looked at Huanxi strangely because of their master's actions, and she also looked at them in confusion as they took off the ornaments on their heads and saw that it was the little hairpin she had noticed a few streets ago but... This thing is not noble enough, but Huan Xi smiled and ran forward to hold his arm, Enze said: "Forgive you for cheating."

...

Gu Qingyou never expected to meet him. The scenes of his past echoed in front of her eyes, making her burst into tears and tremble in her heart.

She loves him! So pure and so careful loving to accompany him through the past one by one, holding his hand and making promises to each other with his family behind his back, but she doesn't belong to him because of God's will.

They were both young back then but she knew she remembered. The boy who held her hand and accompanied her to pick lotus, the man who didn’t laugh or cry but liked to follow her, the man who kissed her carefully in the night and said he would marry her, but now it’s too late no matter what the reason is her own hands Push him away, call him greedy for wealth and status when he is successful, give up his determination to marry her in front of everyone, just because he has other women, and he has other women, then what is she, one of thousands or She is afraid of a plant among the flowers, she is afraid that she will lose her state of mind and the jealousy in her heart in her long life.

She knew that she didn't want to join his life, and she didn't even know herself. But seeing the pain in his heart, only he himself knows the Dragon Lord—the sarcasm that he is not there, Qianyuan will not make her happy, will not stand downstairs because of her anger for a day, she is not the young lady of the past, and now there is nothing It's not that he can't even guess whether he is his lover or not.

How much the west wind wished to blow away her eyebrows.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay and I'm tired."

The ancient tomb complained and took the cart from her hand: "Rest more."

Qingyou looked at him and smiled very satisfied: "Got it." Just looking at her appearance, who would guess that she is already in her twenties, and she is indeed waiting for a hero, but that man doesn't seem to give up for her... ...She sighed, her skirts fluttering and her brows were sad.

Please do not reprint this book from Xiaoxiang Academy!