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

Murong Changqing's face appeared gloomy and terrifying, like a fierce Vajra possessed by a frost.

Beneath his delicate, woman-like eyebrows, a hint of fire ignited in his not-too-large eyes.

however.

Long Jinyan didn't care at all; he was already used to seeing even more ferocious expressions.

He downed the bitter tea in one gulp, a slight smile playing on his lips. He glanced at the person opposite him with a flirtatious look and spoke softly.

"Brother Murong, please don't look at me like that. I was just using an analogy!"

"For example, is that how you use an analogy?"

Murong Changqing gave a cold laugh.

Seeing the two arguing, Fang Xiaoxiao sensed something was wrong and quickly tried to smooth things over with a smile.

"Alright, you two, you're both grown men, why be like this? Hurry up and drink your tea."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Murong Changqing with a smile on her face.

"Murong, I'm still very hungry. You have no idea how much the plain noodles I had just eaten made me want to vomit."

"Look, how about you cook me a bowl of noodles?"

"!"

Murong Changqing originally wanted to have a talk with Long Jinyan and discuss it further.

But seeing that the beautiful lady had asked him to cook noodles for her, he immediately changed his expression, turning his angry look into a smile.

"Since my wife says so, I am not a petty person. But I hope that in the future, Brother Jinyan, you will not speak ill of me behind my back."

As he spoke, he looked at his wife and nodded to indicate that he would get it done immediately.

Long Jinyan wanted to retort.

But then he felt his wife pinch his waist and abdomen.

Turn around and look.

Fang Xiaoxiao shook her head in acknowledgment.

He then swallowed his words and did not engage in any further entanglement with Murong Changqing.

About fifteen minutes later, Murong Changqing walked over with a grin.

He walked over carrying a bowl of plain noodles with a few scallions floating on top, steaming hot and with the broth clear to the bottom.

"My wife, quickly try the plain noodles that your husband made for you!"

"?"

Fang Xiao glanced at the soup noodles in front of her.

What the hell? Murong Changqing is really something. He clearly knows we were just discussing Yangchun noodles, and he still serves me this.

Speechless.

However, despite my displeasure, my stomach was already protesting.

hungry!

After a whole day without having eaten anything, no one could stand it.

She had no choice but to suppress her stomach discomfort, pick up a noodle with her chopsticks, and try to put it in her mouth.

!

To be honest, the noodles taste really good. It seems that Murong Changqing's cooking skills have improved a lot, at least that's what she thinks now.

After a whirlwind of activity.

Fang Xiaoxiao licked the oil stains off her lips, looking completely satisfied.

"Hiccup~~"

so awkward.

She covered her mouth and looked around at the two of them, only to find that they were still engrossed in drinking their tea.

Fortunately, they probably didn't notice.

Girls, to some extent, need to have a pretty face.

No matter what.

Long Jinyan, who was a straightforward guy, suddenly heard his wife making a strange sound and asked without thinking.

"My dear wife, your hiccups are so loud, they're almost as loud as mine!"

"..."

Speechless.

Not only was her hiccuping exposed on the spot, but she was also teased that her hiccups were almost as loud as his.

Fang Xiaoxiao felt like she was about to die on the spot; she really wanted to punch Long Jinyan to death.

Unfortunately, it's just something I can think about.

After the interlude.

The three of them went back to their rooms.

As for Pei Yan, it's as if he never existed at all.

Nobody mentioned it.

When everyone turned off their lights, plunging the entire courtyard into darkness, a handsome, dashing, and aloof man sat on the roof of the main house where Fang Xiaoxiao was.

He gazed up at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

Pei Yan looked up at the starry sky above, at the dim, yellow crescent moon.

"Didn't they really notice that someone was missing from the courtyard?"

"How interesting! It turns out I don't carry much weight in people's hearts at all!"

Yes!

The Crown Prince of Dayu Dynasty was framed and hunted down, forcing him to hide in this small village.

He also wants to show his true self to everyone, and he wants to laugh and chat with everyone about life.

But none of this is realistic, especially after the three of them discover their true identities.

What will they do next?

Should they report me to the authorities? Or should they secretly collude with their cronies to assassinate me?

Pei Yan dared not gamble, at least not right now...

The following morning, in early autumn, the sun was no longer so dazzling or scorching.

A warm, slightly dim light slowly streamed into the boudoir.

Fang Xiaoxiao gave a soft "hmm" and slowly opened her eyes.

She looked around and realized that something seemed to be missing today.

But I can't quite remember what exactly is missing.

The room remained simple and unpretentious.

There was no computer, no air conditioning, and no cell phone alarm to wake people up.

Some are quiet and silent.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked around. There was a simple wooden bed, a beam overhead, and to her right was a slightly dilapidated wooden square table of unknown age.

"Phew~~ Looks like it's not a dream, I really have traveled to ancient times!"

She recalled the apartment room in her dream, where she had her newly bought iPhone 16, an LCD TV on the wall at the foot of the bed, and a white desktop computer next to the bay window.

In her dream, she was still woken up by the annoying alarm clock.

The miserable life of an office worker.

She is now a woman who will soon have seven exceptionally handsome husbands.

"Oh right! I almost forgot I had to go to the yamen to pick up another husband today..." Fang Xiaoxiao rubbed her smiling face, quickly regaining her composure.

She had planned it out: there were still two weeks left, and she would receive one of her three husbands each week.

Furthermore, the condition is that you must earn one hundred taels of silver within a week before you can collect it.

Otherwise, if I don't earn more money, I simply can't afford to support several people who eat plain rice.

Of course, this excludes Long Jinyan, since he is a skilled worker who can plow two miles of land for him every day and also go up the mountain to chop firewood and bring it home.

Get up and get dressed.

She quickly tidied her hair, pinning it up with a wooden hairpin before preparing to open the door.

"boom!"

The door was kicked open from the outside.

With a frosty expression, outstanding looks, and a tall, slender figure, dressed in a blue robe, exuding the air of a noble young master, he scanned the room with his eyes.

Pei Yan hummed twice.

"The sun is high in the sky, and you're still not out earning money, yet you dare to sleep so soundly? Can't you afford to support us?!"

"?"

Damn it, this guy is so annoying! He can't even keep a straight face! ... Fang Xiao was displeased, but unfortunately, she was no match for him.

She couldn't beat Pei Yan, and she was still resentful about the day he tried to kill her.

"Young Master Pei, what are you saying? I've already gotten up and am going to earn money right away!"

People still need to see reality clearly, at the very least they need to understand their own capabilities.