Chapter 361 Mu Wanqing: I can keep your bald head for the rest of my life
Li Qingluo walked to her daughter’s room and said to Abi, “Have you heard what the doctor said?”
“Back to Madam, I heard it."
"Then go down and prepare the medicine. Yan'er is not good at martial arts like you. She is weak and needs to be well cared for."
"Yes. br>
Abi responded obediently, bowed and retreated.
“Wait a minute.”
She had only taken two steps when Li Qingluo stopped her again: “I heard that my son-in-law recruited you to stay in his room as an escort the day before yesterday?”
Abi's face turned red when she heard it, and she nodded gently.
“It’s his business to treat you well, but you must not forget your identity.”
Abi leaned forward and said, "My maid knows."
"Okay, let's go."
Li Qingluo backed away from Abi and continued to walk to her daughter's room, while sighing, thanks to the two Zhuangzi It's not far away. She can help take care of things here. Otherwise, she will lose the monk's temperament of not bothering with other things. God knows what kind of chaos this big family will be - Wu Xingyun and Meilanzhujusi Jian is on the top of a hill; Ruan Xingzhu, A Zi, and You Tanzhi are on the same hill; Dao Baifeng and Gan Baofeng are together as mother and daughter for warmth; only Wang Yuyan is heartless and heartless, and only Abi can be called a sister.
Ding...ding ding dong...
At this time, the light sound of the piano came from the tall building in the east.
No need to look, behind the floating curtain must be Monk Kong, burning incense and playing music. Basically, he plays this song every evening.
Squeak...
A window in the front room opened, and warm light illuminated a cold face. He looked at the piano building, his beautiful eyebrows stretched, and he was lost in thought. . If you observe carefully, you can see a hint of exhaustion in her eyes. She may be frail and have frequent morning sickness, which has damaged her vitality.
"Yan'er, what are you doing? Have you forgotten the doctor's instructions before leaving?"
Li Qingluo walked over, ignored her daughter's displeasure, closed the window from the outside, and ducked into the house. He scolded the daughter who once refused to marry in every possible way, but now she is used to being called Mrs. Chu.
At the same time, Chu Pingsheng pressed the strings with both hands, stopped playing, stood up and walked to the side of the lake in front of the piano table. He looked at the lake in the distance and said lightly: "Come up."
There was a soft sound on the stairs leading downstairs. Slow footsteps soon appeared, and a woman wearing a black skirt and carrying a sword appeared. It was Mu Wanqing who had not been heard from for a long time.
“I thought you were focusing on the music and didn’t notice me.”
“How is it possible? Not only did I notice you, but also You Tanzhi who was fetching water in front of me. I knew you were coming.”
“Then why?”
"Why didn't you give a warning?"
"Why did you give a warning when you were entering and exiting the villa?"
My people...
Mu Wanqing glanced at him with complicated eyes. With a sad expression: "I heard...Wang Yuyan is pregnant?"
"Yes, she is pregnant."
"You've got what you wanted."
Chu Pingsheng looked at her with a joking expression: "Are you here just to be jealous?"
"I'm not."< br>
She crossed her chest with her hands, holding a long sword in her hand, and said with her back to him: "You have always kept your word and never betrayed me. Naturally, I...will not...break your promise..."
Chu Pingsheng He walked back to the wooden table where the Yaoqin was placed and sat down: "Pour me a cup of tea."
She was stunned for a moment, put down her sword, went over to pick up the warm purple clay pot, and poured eight percent full into the set of purple clay cups. The bright tea soup overflowed with a hint of fragrance, and a wisp of Biluochun leaves that relaxed her waist leisurely entered the water. Return to silence.
Chu Pingsheng picked it up and took a sip: "If you talk about the contract we made at Xiaojing Lake, Qin Hongmian doesn't need my rescue. She was free when you and I came here. If you say Speaking of the contract we made at Leigu Mountain, I gave it up voluntarily that night."
"But you...my face..."
"I helped restore your appearance, and you did the same. I blocked your mother's sword, so we are even with these two transactions."
"If I hadn't asked you to come, you wouldn't have been poisoned by the sad breeze. ”
Chu Pingsheng put down the purple sand cup and looked at her with a playful expression: "You are not... deliberately looking for an excuse to get close to me, are you?"
"You!"
Mu Wanqing's cheeks Feeling dizzy, he grabbed the long sword he had put aside and stood up to leave.
"Excuse me, Master Kong has found a perfect match. It is a match made in heaven. I just want to send you my belated blessings. I wish you a happy family and a happy marriage for hundreds of years."
After saying this, he was angry. Then, just as she was about to step downstairs, a suction force suddenly came from behind her. She lost her footing and flew backwards, falling into someone's arms.
She struggled twice, but to no avail. She looked up and met playful eyes with annoyance.
“Let me go!”
Chu Pingsheng ignored it: “The above two transactions are even, but there is one account that I haven’t settled with you yet.”
Mu Wanqing was stunned: "What do you mean... by saying this?"
Chu Pingsheng held her hand, slowly pulled it up, and put it on his own to polish it. Despite being criticized many times by Li Qingluo, she still insists on not growing her hair bald. "How does it feel?"
“…”
“Did you remember anything?”
Mu Wanqing’s eyes opened wider and wider, and her already red face seemed to burst into flames. , Tengdi turned red.
Back in Dali, she fell into Duan Yanqing’s yin and yang and he San. She mistook the empty monk who kidnapped her as Duan Lang in the ruined temple, and held that shining bald head in her arms for a long time. All in all, it's a good deal.
Chu Pingsheng said: "There is a saying in my hometown that a man's head cannot be touched casually, unless it is an elder or a partner. You had to give me an explanation when you tied my head for so long in the ruined temple, right?"
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Mu Wanqing felt her heart beating very fast.
"You are not qualified to be an elder. Now you have only one choice left."
Chu Pingsheng looked into her eyes, smiled, and suddenly threw her to the ground.
Clang.
The purple sand tea cup was knocked over by someone's feet and fell from the wooden table. Fortunately, there was a blanket underneath, so it didn't break.
Chu Pingsheng couldn't care less and reached out to tie her belt.
"No...no...don't...don't..."
"Not here."
"..."
In the end, "don't" became "don't be here".
After a while, the beauty was gone and the spring light was pure. Accompanied by the thumping sound of going upstairs, Mei Jian came to the piano platform with a black skirt. He looked up and saw the red-hot and disheveled Mu. Wanqing was stunned.
Chu Pingsheng smoothed his sleeves: "Is something wrong?"
"Master, she..."
"You take care of what you should take care of, and take care of what you shouldn't take care of."
Mei Jian looked stern: "Li Puppet is here."
"I understand, let him take a moment. Wait a moment.”
Mei Jian agreed and went downstairs.
Chu Pingsheng tidied up his clothes and helped up the little wife who had just experienced the pain of breaking the melon.
"You have to go and do some work in advance. I'll just take a rest."
"It's just a matter of singing and singing, not as important as your body."
"You...why are you doing it again?" Are you interested in singing?"
Mu Wanqing was full of doubts. He learned to play the piano from Kang Guangling, and learned calligraphy and painting from Wu Lingjun. Now he asked Li Puppet to teach him how to sing. After all, he could understand the piano skills and calligraphy and painting. It's an elegant art, but this opera... doesn't fit his temperament no matter how you look at it.
Chu Pingsheng smiled, but did not answer her question. He held her in his arms with force, but did not go up the stairs. He jumped out and rushed towards the small courtyard vacated for her on the west side of Zhuangzi. .
"By the way, I heard on the way here that the wedding of Princess Yinchuan and Murong Fu will be held in a month. Don't you, a matchmaker, go to attend?"
"I am not his matchmaker."
"Then..."
"I am his adoptive father."
"!!!!!!"
……
Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
The three eastern provinces.
Near Huanglong Mansion.
On the vast grassland, two cavalry troops with a total of nearly ten thousand people faced each other from the north to the south. They charged into the formation with blood and murderous intent.
In the north are Jurchen warriors wearing minks with bows and fur hats on their heads and holding spears. Among them, nearly 30% are heavy armored cavalry wearing armor and war horses, totaling four thousand. The configuration of the southern cavalry is worse. They carry crossbows on their backs and hold short-handled bones in their hands. The war horses are only equipped with protection on key parts. They are the Liao cavalry who are famous for their mobility. The total number is more than five thousand.
At this time, a man walked out of the Jurchen cavalry. He had a high nose and deep eyes, a tiger's back and a bear's waist. He held a fine steel knife in his hand, pointed at the Liao army opposite and shouted loudly: "Yelu Yanxi is immoral, morally incompetent, and more... You are a cowardless person, Ote La. I advise you to surrender quickly. Aguda will treat you with the utmost courtesy. In the future, my brother Xiao will return to Liao Ting, and you will be the first minister to bring order to the chaos."
"Bah! "
One of the Liao cavalrymen also stepped out and reined in his horse in front of the formation. He had the same hunky back and a fierce look on his face. At first glance, he was not a good person.
“Aguda, you are harboring felons from our dynasty and plotting rebellion. You are the one who wants to surrender.”
"Repeat offender? Hahaha, Yelu Yanxi has been on the throne for more than a year. He did not want to kill all the Han people to avenge his grandfather. Instead, he persecuted my miserable brother and framed him with false accusations. Who will surrender to such a coward? Wutela , if you persist in your stubbornness, you will help the evil tyrants and harm the good and the good.”
(End of this chapter)