Evening.
Meng Qingzhou had prepared dinner in advance, keeping it warm in the pot, and was now lying on a rocking chair, admiring the sunset.
Not long ago, Wu Die had hurriedly left, afraid of encountering the Empress again. Before she left, she asked a question that made Meng Qingzhou ponder deeply.
She asked, “Mr. Meng, do you know the Empress’ husband? It’s quite a coincidence that you share the same surname and are both deeply favored by the Empress.”
Meng Qingzhou naturally said he didn’t know, although he was very curious about this extraordinary man. Was he incredibly handsome or exceptionally talented?
Otherwise, how could he rewrite the story and make the Empress, who was destined to be alone, think about starting a family?
After much thought, Meng Qingzhou decided not to delve into it.
Supporting characters and passersby often know too much, get caught up in unnecessary troubles, and die in the conflicts between the protagonist group and the main antagonist.
“Ignore the outside world, focus only on reading my little H books. Trivial matters have nothing to do with me.”
Salted Fish Meng rarely showed interest and said:
“Qingqiu, let me teach you some swordsmanship scriptures.”
Su Qingqiu, who was secretly cultivating, immediately ran over with joy upon hearing this, “Thank you, Master!”
The little glutton who had tasted the sweetness couldn’t wait any longer, bringing a small stool and looking eagerly at Meng Qingzhou.
“I’ll teach you a top-grade celestial swordsmanship scripture. Of course, it was taught to me by a kind old man with a white beard,” Meng Qingzhou said with a clear cough.
Su Qingqiu pouted.
What kind old man with a white beard? Does he really think I’m a fool?
Su Qingqiu didn’t doubt it either. Sages know everything in the world, including cultivation methods.
Master is a Sage, so it makes sense.
The Sunlight Lord, who was chained like a dog, lazily opened one eye, his dog face full of disdain:
“Bah! Pretending to be something you’re not!”
“What kind old man with a white beard? You’re clearly the Sword Saint.”
The Sunlight Lord looked deeply melancholic, as if he had seen through everything.
“Unfortunately, I committed too many unforgivable sins in the past, and can no longer speak. Otherwise, I would definitely expose you.”
A couple, one pretending to be a virtuous wife, the other pretending to be a blind live-in son-in-law.
Even the Lord felt exhausted for them.
Gradually, the sun set below the horizon, and stars began to rise with the round moon…
Creak!
The courtyard gate opened, and Dongfang Liuli, dressed in a plain white dress, entered with a look of exhaustion.
“You’re back?”
“Qingqiu, heat up the food and bring out the silver ear lotus seed soup I prepared,” Meng Qingzhou said, waving his hand when he heard the noise.
“Yes.”
Su Qingqiu, who was kneeling on the ground comprehending the swordsmanship scriptures, got up and bowed before heading to the kitchen to bring the dishes.
Dongfang Liuli glanced at Su Qingqiu’s back, slightly surprised.
If she wasn’t mistaken, Su Qingqiu’s sword sense had improved again, breaking through to the mid-stage of the Cloud Ascension Realm.
This progress was too fast.
When Su Qingqiu returned with the dishes, the three of them sat around the table. Dongfang Liuli asked via voice transmission, “Did Qingzhou explain the swordsmanship scriptures to you?”
“Yes!” Su Qingqiu beamed, her cold and beautiful face showing a hint of a cute smile, “The scripture the Empress’ husband taught this time is infinitely profound and has greatly enlightened me!”
Dongfang Liuli silently looked at Meng Qingzhou, thinking: How much more is this guy hiding?
He’s always so mysterious, like a thousand-layer cake, revealing one layer after another.
“Silver ear lotus seed soup, it clears the heart and nourishes the lungs, the best for relieving fatigue,” Meng Qingzhou pointed to a bowl and said.
Dongfang Liuli chuckled, setting aside her doubts to enjoy this precious moment of tranquility.
Unconsciously, she realized that since Meng Qingzhou came, she rarely fell asleep on the piles of documents and memorials.
Every time she returned to this small home, her sense of urgency would inexplicably disappear.
“Idle position, not tiring,” Dongfang Liuli said calmly.
“You can fool others, but not me. Zhao Yuhuan, that troublemaker, is ambitious and has thrown Great Jin into chaos. As the Empress’ minister, your workload naturally increases,” Meng Qingzhou said.
Dongfang Liuli took a sip of the lotus seed soup and realized that the lotus seeds were from the Nine Suns Burning Heart Lotus! The silver ear was also a celestial grade spiritual plant!
“Do you know the value of this bowl of soup?” Dongfang Liuli asked, looking up.
Meng Qingzhou shrugged and said:
“A top-grade celestial spiritual plant, probably enough to buy the life of a Mountain Moving Realm cultivator.”
“But a man without sin, with a treasure, is guilty, so please help me eliminate these hidden dangers.”
Meng Qingzhou didn’t want to set up a persona that made him look impressive, saying he could get as much of these things as he wanted.
Dongfang Liuli chuckled, “You really are broad-minded.”
“In my hometown, people call such a person a salted fish,” Meng Qingzhou said, spreading his hands.
Dongfang Liuli laughed, the moonlight shining on her face, making her more radiant than the moon and more dazzling than the stars.
Unfortunately, someone was a genuine blind person, unable to appreciate this beautiful scene.
“How interesting, I’ll call you Salted Fish Meng from now on,” Dongfang Liuli said with a smile.
Meng Qingzhou smiled lightly, “Whatever makes you happy.”
Dongfang Liuli smiled softly, finishing the lotus seed soup. She felt much better, the cold in her meridians dissipating significantly.
“Master, the Nine Suns Burning Heart Lotus is beneficial for Miss. Can you…” Su Qingqiu spoke up.
Dongfang Liuli couldn’t bring herself to ask, but Su Qingqiu felt sorry for her, enduring the pain of the cold disease every night, and wanted the Empress to be cured as soon as possible.
“Sure, I’ll make it for you every day from now on,” Meng Qingzhou agreed immediately.
“Mm.” Dongfang Liuli held the bowl, her head buried in her ample chest.
At this moment, an uninvited guest arrived. Qin Fenghuo was sneaking around the door.
The keen-nosed Sunlight Lord immediately broke the dog leash, stood up on two legs, and ran with a flying kick.
He accurately hit Qin Fenghuo’s head, sending him flying with a powerful dog leg kick.
Scram!
Old bastard! Still coming to mock me?
“Lord, I’m here to see the Empress!” Qin Fenghuo deliberately didn’t dodge, knowing the Lord was embarrassed today and letting it vent. But when the dead dog opened its mouth to bite him, Qin Fenghuo quickly explained via voice transmission.
What!!
The Sunlight Lord got even angrier, fire spouting from his nostrils, his dog eyes filled with fierce rage.
You want to share with the Empress that I was marking trees on the roadside?!
Uncle can endure, but aunt can’t! Let’s see if I don’t bite you to death!
“I’m not talking about you marking trees, there’s something more important!” Qin Fenghuo explained again via voice transmission.
After a while, Qin Fenghuo, covered in wounds and almost bitten with rabies, barely calmed the Lord’s anger and limped into the courtyard.
“Your Maj… uh, Liuli girl.” Qin Fenghuo started to say, but seeing Meng Qingzhou, quickly changed his tone and laughed loudly:
“Oh, Qingzhou, you’re here too, ha… hahaha.”
Meng Qingzhou had a strange expression, “This is my home, shouldn’t I be here?”
Brother, what do you mean? There’s a certain tone in your words.
“Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue.” Qin Fenghuo laughed dryly, “Actually, I’m Liuli girl’s uncle.”
“Uncle?” Meng Qingzhou quickly stood up, surprised.
“Hey! Good son-in-law, sit down.” Qin Fenghuo was sweating profusely, his mind in a mess.
Originally, Qin Fenghuo came to advise the Empress not to be fickle and to get rid of Meng Qin and live well with Meng Qingzhou.
Unexpectedly, Meng Qingzhou was also here.
He couldn’t possibly say in front of Meng Qingzhou, “Your Majesty, you should quickly divorce Meng Qin and stop cuckolding Meng Qingzhou.”
Dongfang Liuli glanced at Qin Fenghuo, her eyes scrutinizing and questioning, as if saying:
‘Disturbing my peace, if you don’t give me a good reason, you’ll see what happens.’
Qin Fenghuo was drenched in cold sweat, and after a long time, he squeezed out a sentence:
“I just came to recognize the place, nothing much, I’ll leave now.”
With that, Qin Fenghuo ran off in a flash.
After running for three miles, Qin Fenghuo finally realized.
How could the Empress, a mighty ruler, be swayed by a few words?
He had to force the Empress to make a choice…
Qin Fenghuo’s lips curled up as he thought of a brilliant idea:
“At the Empress’ birthday banquet, I’ll publicly challenge that pretty boy Meng Qin’s qualifications and then present a difficult problem. If he can’t solve it.”
“Then pretty boy Meng Qin must leave the Capital and return to his hometown.”
“I’m so clever, how can someone like Jiang Canghai compare to me, ha!”
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