Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

The two little babies grew very fast and could roll over in a blink of an eye.

Yu Heng chanted a series of long and complicated spells in his son's ear every day. The little baby lay quietly in the rocking cradle and listened obediently. From time to time, he would wave his two chubby little hands and clap his hands in response. This aroused Yu Heng's passion like a surging river. He directly opened the "Geomancy Manual" and held the child on his lap to explain it in detail.

As for Yu Jia, she was taken away by Xiao Douxue early in the morning. Mu Yao searched for a while and finally found her daughter from Wei Wushang.

As expected of the former Lord of Darkness, his daughter was only four months old, and he had already made a detailed martial arts training plan.

Mu Yao flipped through the dozens of pages of densely packed plans, her eyelids twitching. Wei Wushang proudly told her that as long as his daughter followed his instructions, she would become a top-notch master before she reached the age of 15.

"Wushang, why don't you teach Yuzhe?" Mu Yao asked suspiciously.

"Didn't you hear what the old man of Qingnang Manor said? He must be sent to learn martial arts at the age of five. He will definitely be taught the way to save his life. It's different for girls. We don't know how beautiful the little girl will be when she grows up. Learning some martial arts is better than anything else." Wei Wushang said bluntly. Suddenly, he remembered something, grabbed the plan from Mu Yao's hand, and added three more pages with a big stroke of his pen.

Although Mu Yao was reluctant to let her daughter suffer, she agreed with Wei Wushang's words in her heart. While he was thinking with his head down, she quickly carried Yu Jia back to "Luochunyuan".

Before I even entered the room, I heard Yu Heng muttering, "The sky has three treasures: the sun, the moon, and the stars. The earth has three treasures: water, wind, and fire. People have three treasures: essence, energy, and spirit..."

"That's enough. Instead of wasting time, you might as well say a few words to me." Mu Yao smiled and poured a glass of cold water and drank it in one gulp.

She was exhausted today. She got up before dawn to breastfeed, and then immediately spread out the scroll to paint a picture of "Two Flowers in Bloom", which was a wedding gift for Handan and the Loyal and Brave Marquis.

The two of them finally tied the knot, a match made in heaven. The wedding was scheduled for five days later, and the news had already spread throughout the capital.

Handan originally announced to the public that she was a distant cousin of Li Changan, so now in the court He Yuxian also took extra care of Xu Qingcheng and Wang Yanzhi, and even Imperial Noble Consort He openly favored Prime Minister Xu and the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple, which made Empress Gu so angry that she lost her appetite for several days and called Ye Qinghan to her every now and then to pour out her grievances.

Thinking of her niece who was suffering in exile, Queen Gu felt heartbroken. But yesterday, she received news that Gu Huiran was seriously ill. She had begged Emperor Qingyuan for a long time, but the emperor refused to let Gu Huiran come back.

The Huaiyang Marquisate had long lost its former glory, and Gu Kanzhi and Shi Qingrong had long since given up on Gu Huiran. They had more than one child, and their daughter was already a dead chess piece, so no matter how reluctant they were, they had to consider the overall situation.

Once the exiled criminals entered that area, they were isolated from the world.

Don't even think about getting out, and don't even think about getting materials from outside in. As for how long Gu Huiran can live, it all depends on his luck.

Mu Yao put Yu Jia back into the cradle to coax her to sleep, then picked up her paintbrush and started painting again.

Xu Yan's wife Zhu Errou was about to give birth, so she planned to paint a picture of "Hundred Blessings" as a gift for their child.

When they were newly married, Mu Yao gave Xu Shida a painting of "Flying Together". He hung it in the middle of the hall and showed it off to everyone he met, which made him very proud.

Zhu Errou asked Uncle Xu to come forward and take 80 million taels of silver to ask for this painting of the Hundred Blessings. How could Mu Yao want the Xu family's money? She immediately asked them to take it back.

When she first arrived at Yunqi, Xu Shida took good care of her and introduced many colleagues and friends to her Shuiyunjian to show her support.

But in the end, the Xu family still forced the banknote back into Mu Yao's hands. Li Changan joked, "Take it. Your uncle Xu has a mine, so he's not short of money."

After hearing what her father said, Mu Yao suddenly remembered that Uncle Xu's family had an iron ore vein, and they had been smelting weapons for generations, making them the most powerful third-generation rich in Shangjing. They were indeed not short of money.

After Yu Heng coaxed Yu Zhe, he walked over to her and saw that the scroll was half finished.

He had been in seclusion for three years and had never heard of Mr. Wu Liu, let alone the value of his work. Now he understood the real meaning of why his grandfather praised him for marrying a "treasure bowl".

My wife is very good at making money, she paints, makes elixirs and runs a restaurant. The daily income can no longer be described as making a fortune.

But Mu Yao never complained that he made money slowly. Instead, she often gave him some large banknotes to spend.

At first, he was not used to it, but now he felt it was a great enjoyment. He saved the silver and put it back in Qingnang Manor. Every time he went back, he would show it off at home, making his father and grandfather jealous.

The pool water is shrouded in mist and smoke.

In a blink of an eye, it was night again.

Yu Heng coaxed the two little kids to sleep, and while doing so he fell asleep first.

After breastfeeding, Mu Yao put on her coat and walked into the yard, when she suddenly smelled a faint odor of alcohol.

Following the scent, I entered Shi Jingchan's courtyard.

The young man was wearing a snow-white shirt, looking at the moon and drinking with a dazed look. His steps seemed a little floating, holding a white jade pot in his hand, he lowered his eyes and murmured with a faint breath: "I have never felt lovesickness in my life, but now I feel lovesickness, and I am suffering from lovesickness..."

Suddenly, his steps became unsteady and he missed a step.

"Jingchan, you're drunk." Mu Yao stepped forward and held him firmly.

There seemed to be anger in the man's eyes, and he waved his sleeves away from her hands.

Mu Yao was startled, and her face was filled with guilt. She knew what Jingchan was upset about. It was her fault for not taking care of her husband's feelings.

"I'll help you back to your room."

"No need, I'll go back by myself. You go and keep them company, go and keep Yu Heng, Xu Qingcheng, go and keep Shen Chutang company, go and keep..." Erlang's thoughts stopped for a moment, he couldn't remember the remaining names, let alone his own.

Mu Yao carried him sideways, taking a deep breath and carrying him onto the bed in one go.

The boy reeked of alcohol, and his stunningly handsome face was now stained with a thick layer of bright red.

The collar of her inner shirt was wide open, revealing her tight figure except for the lines below her abdomen.

His skin was whiter and more delicate than he had imagined. Mu Yao's lips pressed against his heart.

Her breathing became heavier, and she propped herself up staggeringly. With a red face, she filled a basin with cold water, wrung out a towel and gently wiped the person on the couch.

The boy's face was rosy, and the coolness made him feel refreshed, which immediately dissipated the smell of alcohol.

"You're here." Shi Jingchan opened his eyes slightly and unexpectedly saw Mu Yao. He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, he confirmed that the person he had been thinking about day and night was really in front of him.

"Are you leaving again soon? Leaving me alone?" He smiled bitterly twice, turned his face to the side and exhaled a breath of foul air.

After a few breaths, he used his elbows to prop himself up. He didn't want Mu Yao to see his drunken and miserable appearance.

"I'm not leaving. I'll stay with you tonight." Mu Yao looked at him with heartache.

Since the birth of the two children, she and Yu Heng have been doing everything themselves. They are tired but happy, but this has unknowingly distracted most of her attention and made her ignore the feelings of other husbands.

Shi Jingchan's personality is not cold, but rather introverted. He does not have Ji Qi's strength, Wei Wushang's directness, or Xiao Douxue's initiative. He is also not as skillful as other husbands.

Mu Yao felt that perhaps the most outrageous thing Shi Jingchan had ever done in his life was his bold confession to her that day.

"You're not leaving?" The man suddenly opened his eyes wide and pinched the string of white jade Buddhist beads wrapped around his left wrist. A strong minty aroma filled the air and his mind instantly became nine-tenths clearer.

Mu Yao smiled sweetly and nodded slightly.

She climbed onto the bed, took her man's big hand and slowly stretched it to her waist, untying the belt.

She was not wearing any inner clothes, and her skin, as smooth as jade, was delicate and seductive in every inch.

Shi Jingchan will never forget the ecstatic feeling he felt tonight.

Hot breath, intertwined lips.

The bright moon seemed to turn into a red sun, pouring its heat onto each other.

The rustling sound caused by friction is more intoxicating than the mint scent in the air.