I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

After everything was in place.

She was already covered in sweat and felt weak as she slumped over the octagonal table.

Pei Yan wanted to step forward and say some words of comfort.

But he still didn't do that; he just stood aside and looked at the other person.

At this moment, he still had mixed feelings, worrying that if the other party knew his identity, they might report him and exchange him for a large sum of money.

He couldn't easily trust anyone in front of him, not even He Jinnian.

Fang Xiaoxiao felt thirsty and tried to get up to pour herself a glass of water, but she was too weak to do so.

When she turned to look at Pei Yan, he was also looking at her.

The two looked at each other.

Pei Yan remained unmoved.

water……

Fang Xiao murmured a few words.

However, no response was received.

Damn it, even a pig would be more useful than this guy; he's completely oblivious.

She silently complained to herself.

Fortunately.

Long Jinyan's worried voice came from behind.

"Hey, Madam Fang, don't go to sleep yet. This is chicken soup I made for you."

chicken soup!

Upon hearing this, Fang Xiaoxiao immediately perked up a bit and glanced sideways at the person walking towards her.

This is a timely help.

Long Jinyan quickly came to his side and carefully fed him chicken soup.

This scene displeased Pei Yan, who was standing beside him, but he didn't say anything. He simply turned around and slammed the door shut as he left.

This left Fang Xiaoxiao and Long Jinyan completely bewildered.

Long Jinyan continued to feed him chicken soup.

He was so careful, as if afraid of burning the other person.

Fang Xiao smiled and said.

"Let me do it myself!"

"You should go back and rest early too, there's a lot to do tomorrow."

Long Jinyan nodded and replied, "Okay."

The two chatted like that for a long time, exchanging one sentence at a time.

They only stopped when He Jinnian, who was lying in bed, started coughing.

Fang Xiaoxiao handed the empty bowl to Long Jinyan and quickly walked to the bedside.

She bent down to look at him.

At this moment, He Jinnian's face was still deathly pale, and his eyes were lifeless.

Because he was previously poisoned by Xu Kongnan's Gu poison, his lips now appear dark purple.

If Fang Xiaoxiao hadn't detoxified him, he probably would have died long ago.

He Jinnian slowly raised his eyes, muttering "water" under his breath.

"You can't drink water now. You have to wait 72 hours before you can get any water."

"Get some rest, I'm going out now."

After giving him a few words of advice, Fang Xiaoxiao stood up and left towards the door.

The full moon is exceptionally bright today, illuminating the small courtyard.

In the courtyard, the other three sat at a small stone table, sipping bitter tea.

Pei Yan remained silent, his expression cold.

When he saw the person approaching, a subtle, almost imperceptible expression flashed in his eyes.

Instead, Long Jinyan stood up, picked up the osmanthus cake from the table, and said with a smile.

“Madam Fang, I noticed you haven’t eaten anything earlier, so you must be hungry now. Have some osmanthus cake first, and I’ll make you some noodles.”

"it is good."

Fang Xiaoxiao came up to the group and casually picked out a piece to put in her mouth.

This made Murong Changqing swallow hard, thinking that if he could keep his skills hidden, he would definitely snatch the osmanthus cake from Long Jinyan.

After handing the porcelain plate containing the osmanthus cake to Fang Xiaoxiao, Long Jinyan quickly headed towards the kitchen.

After Fang Xiaoxiao sat down, she glanced at the two people in front of her.

"Eat up! Why aren't you eating? Don't you like it?"

dislike.

What a joke.

Murong Changqing was dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to say it in front of the two of them.

He just lay slumped over the stone table, giving off a listless and listless vibe.

Seeing this, Fang Xiaoxiao could only inquire with concern.

"sick?"

"Yes!"

"Let me take a look at it for you."

"My wife, don't worry. I'm just having a craving. The osmanthus cake you have will cure me."

Murong Changqing made no attempt to conceal his intentions, pointing to the pastries in a bowl not far in front of him.

Fang Xiaoxiao had no choice but to push it in front of the other person, indicating that they should eat it.

The other person didn't hold back either, stuffing one into their mouth with each hand.

At this moment, Pei Yan looked at the person next to him with disdain.

Based on what he knew about Murong Changqing, this guy was no ordinary person; he must be the son of a wealthy merchant.

Otherwise, just look at the weapons the other side used before; they were made of black gold, and not something an ordinary person could afford.

Furthermore, the opponent's extremely terrifying and bizarre technique appears to be inherited from the Ji family.

After throwing the black gold dagger, he rushed to the ground.

Pei Yan knew that this short blade must have a hidden secret.

Ordinary people simply cannot access it.

It is said that it would cost ten taels of gold to forge just one of the black gold short blades.

If calculated in silver, it would amount to several thousand taels.

It's likely that Murong Changqing's identity is connected to certain people in the imperial court.

Because its black gold material was something that only officials of the third rank or above in the Dayu Dynasty could possibly access.

The imperial court had extremely strict control over these rare metal materials, and private ownership was strictly prohibited.

If discovered, that could cost you your head.

Pei Yan originally wanted to find an opportunity to have a good talk with him in private, to find out his identity and why he came here.

Murong Changqing's mouth was full of pastry crumbs.

But he didn't care at all, instead stuffing osmanthus cake into his mouth as if he hadn't eaten anything for years.

His small eyes were fixed on the pastries on the plate in front of him, as if afraid someone would try to snatch them from him.

Really speechless.

It's just a osmanthus cake, why make such a big deal out of it?

I now understand. Murong Changqing's usual cold and aloof demeanor was just a way to hide his true nature as a glutton.

This is truly an eye-opening experience for Xiao Dao La Pi.

Fang Xiaoxiao had just finished eating the pastry in her hand and was about to take another piece from the plate when she looked down and saw that there were none left, not even the plate, which she had licked clean.

The pastry looked like an incredibly delicious treat.

This made her start to doubt whether there was something wrong with her tongue.

Why can't I taste the flavor of this food? Instead, it tastes dry and hard to swallow.

In the leisurely moments.

Long Jinyan held a bowl of noodles in his hand, his smile still intact.

But when he walked up to the three of them, he was almost stunned by what he saw.

What happened? The osmanthus cake is gone so quickly?

At this moment, Murong Changqing patted his round belly, intending to rest for a while.

But the next second, a delicate fragrance wafted to my nose, along with a faint aroma of wheat.

"It smells so good! This is even better than the noodles I've been researching myself for so long. It's definitely better than the noodles made by a professional chef."

While flattering him, he reached out to snatch the noodles from him.

pity.

His wishful thinking ultimately failed.

Long Jinyan dodged the outstretched hand with a quick movement and used his left hand to forcefully slap the long, white hand in front of him.

"You still want to sneak some food? There's plenty in the kitchen. Just go and get yourself a bowl."

"Well, I didn't expect Brother Long to be so understanding. He's truly a good brother to me!"

While Murong Changqing praised the other party verbally, he had already rushed towards the kitchen.

He was already impatient and wanted to pour everything in the pot into his stomach.

Pei Yan sat to the side, still with that indifferent expression.

In his view, this was truly shameful; even if Murong Changqing was indeed an official, he had certainly disgraced his official status.