Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Midnight.

The cool night breeze blows through the willow shadows.

The gentle melody echoing in the mountains gradually subsided.

The white-browed tiger that was lying quietly beside the warm pond also stood up and paced slowly in the yard.

The unique aroma of vegetable oil wafts through the air, making people's mouths water.

The warm pond swayed and rippled, reflecting the Milky Way and the bright stars and moon in the sky, the pearls and jade hanging in the magnificent palace, and the dancing green willow branches...

Of course, there is also the graceful figure by the pond and the roaring stove fire.

Shuyue and Xiaoyi prepared a lot of dishes together.

But there were no exotic seasonings used, only the most common vegetable oil and salt, with a little pepper, sesame, cinnamon twig, and malt sugar...

Three stir-fried vegetables, two meat dishes, a jar of strong liquor, and a pot of tea.

The lines on the emerald green leaves are faintly visible, and the spots of oil reflect the moonlight, which is quiet and peaceful.

Steam was still rising from the small stove filled with egg soup, and strands of egg flowers mixed with bean threads were floating in the air, as lively as rare beasts swimming in a fairy pond.

Shuyue also specially stewed rabbit meat in a casserole, supplemented with various medicinal herbs, and the complex and mellow aroma filled the nose.

Qing Huan and Ning Er were like waitresses serving food, steering their boat up and down the mountain...

With the current situation at home.

There was obviously no need to gather on the platform at night, nor to stay in the palace bedroom...

After all, Si He can leave Shouyun Mountain and accompany her to a very far place to enjoy completely different scenery together.

such as……

The night wind at the foot of Shouyun Mountain is much gentler than on the mountain.

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The moonlight is bright and spring is in full swing.

The Dingzimohao Courtyard, which had been silent for a long time, welcomed two new hostesses.

Chu Hong's eyes were full of rippling lemon juice and she smiled brightly as she leaned comfortably on the stone steps outside the west wing.

The ribbons and gauze sleeves were stained with dust, so she lightly took off her outer gauze skirt and leaned against the wall wearing only a thin plain dress, playing the piano and composing music.

Si He was wearing a flawless snow-white dress. She sat beside the stone table, propping up her side profile with her white wrist. Her beautiful eyes, as deep as a dark pool, kept moving over Zhao Qing.

Although this white-haired demon god with an ethereal appearance did not have much of a smile on his face, he had also lost some of his indifference and coldness.

The breeze blew her white hair like snow, which only made her deep and beautiful eyes look more gentle.

Zhao Qing raised his eyes and looked at him, feeling dazed.

I don’t know when it started, but the indifferent and compassionate divinity between Si He’s eyebrows and eyes has long disappeared without a trace.

He couldn't help but recall their past conversations and laughter, and immediately silently transmitted his thoughts: "The game version has been updated. Has the difficulty of the main quest to capture Si He been lowered?"

Si He smiled gently, and her beautiful eyes swept across the infatuated face of Qing Huan in his arms.

Chuan Nian whispered, "No."

"You have completed one percent of the strategy."

Zhao Qing was not surprised at all. After all, Xiao Contrast had been stubborn for a long time.

He turned and continued to talk with Shuyue, telling Ningmei about the old stories in this courtyard more than ten years ago.

Si He was the only one sitting at the table in the yard.

Shuyue smiled with her bright eyes, resting her head comfortably on the white tiger's body.

My aunt's outfit now looks like a cook, with her long black hair casually tied around her shoulders and her sleeves rolled up high as she arranges the teacups and wine utensils.

Qinghuan's skirt was naturally disheveled, and she nestled in her master's arms with her slender feet and legs bare.

She was held by her master like a toy... They drank from the same glass of wine, and she ate whatever her master fed her, her smiling eyes filled with lust.

"Qinghuan never had her own room from the beginning."

"When I first arrived home, Qinghuan also came here on the first day, but a few hours earlier than me."

With a smile in her beautiful eyes, my aunt sat on the stone steps next to Ning'er and told her about old times.

Her red lemon eyes fluttered as she chuckled and whispered, "Just like back in Songshan?"

"Um……"

Shuyue leaned against Baihu, her slender feet lightly reaching out, pushing the pot of stewed rabbit with a strong medicinal aroma to her husband, and said with a crisp smile: "Xiaoyi stayed in the west ear room that night."

"West Ear was originally my husband's quiet room for cultivation. We often hid in it at night to make elixirs."

"Qing Huan will spend the night with my husband and me in the underground palace..."

"From here to Lanxian Town, and from Lanxian to Songshanfang, she has never had her own little room."

The aunt controlled the wine jar with her spiritual sense and filled Si He and Zhao Qing with wine again.

Then he raised his hand to comb the black hair by his ears, took out another jade hairpin and helped Ning'er to tie up her long hair casually, so as to prevent it from being inconvenient for her to play, drink and eat.

"Qing Huan usually refines elixirs, meditates, or studies elixir and herbal sutras... all in her bedroom."

Hong Ning raised her delicate head and drank the whole liquor in the cup. Then she sipped lightly and said with a smile, "It's Ning'er's first day here, and she already has a room."

She looked at Qing Huan with a watery gaze, her eyebrows full of temptation and mischief: "Ning'er and sister should switch places. I will leave the east ear room for sister to practice, and Ning'er will have to endure the injustice of staying in the bedroom?"

Qinghuan was intoxicated and looked up at her master's smiling face. A hint of cleverness and joy flashed in her phoenix eyes.

The woman's slender legs and snow-white feet were soft and tired, and she knelt in her master's arms, being affectionate.

Her slender waist, which could be held in one hand, twisted lightly like a willow tree. As she glanced sideways at Ning'er and Xiaoyi, she said with a soft smile, "Okay."

"Qing Huan will live alone in the east ear room from now on."

"But Ning'er must do her duty as a slave. She must kneel in the bedroom at all times and serve the Master and the Mistress wholeheartedly."

"Oh!" My aunt immediately smiled contemptuously.

"How can you kneel down every day? Are you planning on bullying Ning'er?"

"Okay!" Ning Mei said playfully, and gave Zhao Qing and Shu Yue a provocative look: "Then Ning Er will accompany the master and mistress at night from now on."

The moonlight is quiet.

The chirping of birdsong echoed in the small courtyard, and every word and sentence was naturally a joke between sisters teasing each other.

However, speaking of Qinghuan, she has never had her own room to rest in the past ten years... She has only been like a maidservant who keeps her company.

Qinghuan couldn't help but think of the old days, and her hazy and infatuated drunken eyes were filled with smiles.

The naked words that came out from her slightly opened crimson lips were provocative and wanton, adding a lot of charm to the home.

"Why doesn't Qinghuan have her own room to rest?"

"At that time, Qing Huan lived alone in Alchemy Room No. 80..."

She gently climbed onto her master's shoulder with her slender hand: "The master goes there in the morning, occasionally takes Qinghuan to eat, and also takes a nap in the warm bed..."

"In addition to teaching Qinghuan how to refine pills and identify herbs, I also train Qinghuan's body at any time."

"When the days are short and the nights are long, it will occasionally catch up with the slaves taking a rest."

"When the master arrived at the alchemy hall, I, wrapped in a fleece coat, opened the door for him and gave myself to him to humiliate and enjoy as he pleased..."

Qinghuan's words were gentle and soft, and there was unstoppable tenderness in her phoenix eyes.

He talked about the past word for word, even adding some exaggeration occasionally... It was as if he was showing off, which made Ning'er feel a little envious.

Even my aunt slowly frowned.

Every word Qing Huan said was about a mistress who was toyed with by Zhao Qing, but for some reason... she actually felt a little longing after hearing it.

I really don't know what went wrong.

The helpless little slave lived in the alchemy room. Her master would go there every day to make alchemy and practice cultivation. He would teach her and take care of her, sleep with her and play with her. Occasionally, he would go there at night to indulge in his love...

It actually sounds a bit sweet! ?

"Ah!"

"Little Hoof is really wanton, saying all these things is beautiful, I am a little envious."

Si He's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

After drinking the liquor in the cup, her red lips opened again, and a slightly cold voice with a hint of laziness came out: "You can too."

"Go to the Imperial City and live in the Yangxin Palace."

"Wait for Zhao Qing to come over and sleep with you and play with you."

Pfft!

Ning Mei couldn't help laughing when she heard this.

But she did not speak to the Empress. Instead, she raised her eyebrows lightly and gave Zhao Qing and Qing Huan a very charming look.

Aunt: ???

Her cold and beautiful face gradually withdrew her smile, and she feigned anger and spitted at Si He contemptuously, "You can also stay in Shouyun Mountain and wait for my husband to come and play with you as he pleases."

This level of attack power from my aunt is completely harmless to Si He now.

The white-haired demon god's dark eyebrows relaxed slightly, his beautiful eyes wandering, and he smiled and nodded in earnest, "Isn't that how I used to be?"

"So...you don't understand the joy that Qinghuan and I feel."

Although she was talking a lot, she actually didn't receive any signals from the four people's conversations at all, and only interrupted them occasionally.

This lazy, cold and beautiful white-haired demon god is currently busy having a private romance with their men.

Zhao Qing smiled as he fed Qing Huan the liquor in the cup. At the same time, he secretly reminded Si He through telepathy: "Auntie just said that I was playing with you, not you playing with me."

Si He looked at him with disdain.

The transmission of his thoughts was filled with a condescending look, and he said coldly and indifferently, "It's okay."

"Even if the master agrees casually, so what? Aren't you still the master's most loyal servant?"

Zhao Qing: ...

"Did you do this on purpose because you heard me say that a sour face is more attractive?"

Si He frowned slightly, her beautiful eyes casually sweeping over Qing Huan's infatuated look at the moment, and she said coldly, "You bastard, you only took one percent of your master's wealth."

"You want your master to pretend to be cool for you, do you deserve it?"

"If you can really train the Master well, the Master will stay by your side and will be even more humble and obsessed than Gu Qinghuan..."

Zhao Qing was silent for a moment, feeling his mind swaying violently.

He seriously commented on Si He: "You understand contrast."

"But I don't really believe it. Can I try it first?"

"Let me see what the situation is like after completing the strategy?"

The white-haired woman's deep, beautiful eyes flashed with contempt, and as she poured herself a drink, she thought to herself, "No."

Zhao Qing didn't care about this at all.

He held Qing Huan tighter, and raised his fingers to tease the beautiful woman's watery crimson lips and the plump red hair hidden under her skirt. At the same time, he disdainfully responded to Si He: "Then I don't believe it."

Si He: "Then beg me."

Zhao Qing:?

Are you kidding me? Do I really want to play with you?

Still begging you!?

He immediately shouted angrily, "Please, Master."

Si He couldn't help but look even more drunk.

She lay on the stone bank with great enjoyment, her delicate head leaning on her arm, letting her white hair be messed up by the night breeze.

The beautiful face slowly raised up... When the misty and deep eyes looked back at the man, the half-cheek was languid and the most tender: "Call me mom."

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Before we knew it, dark clouds covered the starry night and a light rain began to fall.

The night wind became much faster, carrying a hint of earthy and musty smell, blowing on my face and body, making me feel a little colder than before.

"It's raining."

Shuyue laughed crisply, and a drop of crystal hung on her curved eyelashes.