The courtyard with the last name of "Zhaofang" is D.
Zhao Qing opened the courtyard door of his home while carrying porridge and vegetables.
The snow on the roof is already half a finger thick, and loose snow chunks fall from time to time, exposing patches of green tiles.
He glanced around the courtyard and knew that his wife was still asleep.
He opened the door directly and entered the east chamber.
The bedroom was already filled with warmth at the moment, and the heater seemed to be able to isolate the wind and snow in the sky.
Wang Shuyue's hair was messy, her pretty face was leaning on the pillow, and her round jade thighs were holding the quilt, still immersed in her dream.
Zhao Qing put down the porridge in his hand and smiled.
He stepped forward slowly and put his cold hands on his wife's cheek...
"Shu Yue."
Wang Shuyue frowned, raised her arm, and patted his cold hand down, her eyelids trembling slightly.
"cough."
"Shu Yue, it's time to eat. The porridge and vegetables have become cold!"
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"Hmm~"
A groan came from the woman's nose, and she slowly opened her eyes, her eyes dim.
"Husband, what time is it?"
The next moment, she glanced across the window coffin, and her beautiful eyes widened instantly: "It's snowing!"
Wang Shuyue was pleasantly surprised and hurriedly looked for her own clothes.
However, as soon as she stood up, her movements slowed down again.
A trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes: "Did your husband bring food to Zaofang?"
Zhao Qing nodded slightly, sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped the quilt around his wife's delicate body.
Wang Shuyue got out of the quilt and put her husband's hands in her arms, her delicate body trembling involuntarily.
She asked with concern: "Is your husband cold? Shuyue can cook."
Zhao Qing smiled and shook his head slightly, pulled away his hands, and handed the clothes to his wife.
After tea time, Wang Shuyue put on her clothes, her beautiful eyes full of anticipation, and said: "Shuyue went out to take a look! Come and eat right away!"
After one stick of incense...
Wang Shuyue looked at some strange snow marks in the courtyard and fell into deep thought.
"Why are there only footprints coming back?"
She returned to the bedroom silently.
With cheerful little steps, he got into Zhao Qing's arms.
"Husband..."
Zhao Qing gently stroked his wife's green hair: "Huh?"
Wang Shuyue's beautiful eyes widened: "Where did your husband go last night?"
…
Zhao Qing pondered for a moment: "I saw that you were too tired these days, so I went to Zaofang early to bring porridge and vegetables. Isn't Shuyue afraid of the cold?"
He thought for a while and added: "I stopped by the Alchemy Hall and gave me a heater."
Wang Shuyue pursed her lips slightly, raised her beautiful eyes, and turned to face her husband.
"My husband went to the Alchemy Hall to deliver a heater, and when he came back, he brought a meal, right?"
Ahem.
Zhao Qing smiled, took his wife's pretty face in his arms and ravaged her.
"All the way, all the way..."
"snort!"
Wang Shuyue snorted and said with a smile: "Shuyue is not that kind of shrew. It was so cold last night... My husband should go."
Zhao Qing and his wife looked at each other and smiled.
I couldn’t help but sigh: Shuyue is so nice.
After a while.
Wang Shuyue sat happily at the table, kicking her legs under the chair, and picked up the spiritual porridge that Zhao Qing brought back...
She took a small sip and curled her cherry lips.
He said aggrievedly: "Husband, the porridge is cold."
Zhao Qing:?
Did I just bring it back?
He saw his wife coming to him with a pretty face.
"Shuyue wants to drink white porridge!"
Zhao Qing's expression froze for a moment before he reacted.
No, I am a cultivator, not a porridge seller. Where can I get so much white porridge...
Before he could speak, his lovely wife smiled.
She said softly: "Husband, you haven't slept all night, you must be tired... You should take a rest first."
Half an hour later.
Zhao Qing was lying on the bed, staring at the snowflakes outside the window, lost in thought.
Why did he trick Shuyue into taking a facial mask in the first place?
Damn me!
He looked back at his wife beside him, and could only see three thousand blue hairs rippling slightly.
[Gain alchemist experience: 20]
[Gain alchemist experience: 20]
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[Alchemist: First level middle grade (700/5000)]
Zhao Qing sighed slightly and ran his fingers through his wife's hair: "Shu Yue..."
"Shu Yue?"
Wang Shuyue tried her best to feel her husband's warmth and said, "Uh-huh!"
…
It was only at this moment that the woman felt a little dizzy and her lust was completely uncontrollable, so she ended the ruthless oppression.
"Shuyue is full."
"Shu Yue sleeps with her husband!"
…
On this day, there was heavy snowfall in the courtyard and a drizzle in the bedroom.
And Zhao Qing... Zhao Qing was heartbroken.
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After this little episode, Zhao Qing took a day off and continued to make alchemy.
Perfect your own money-making plan.
During this period, Lu Zheng visited once, brought half a liang of spirit tea, and chatted with Zhao Qing in the courtyard.
After learning about the progress of refining the treasure flower here, he left in a hurry.
Zhao Qing didn't care about this either.
After all, he had too many elixirs on him, and it would be strange if Lu Zheng ignored them.
Time flies.
Frost is coming in a blink of an eye.
In the frost season, everything is completed. The yang energy is dormant and the yin flocculation begins to condense.
However, for Danxia City, this day seemed a bit warm.
At this time, the sun is shining on the earth.
Although there are still snowdrifts everywhere on the streets, they are nothing compared to the past few days.
Zhao Qing and his wife arrived at Xifang hand in hand.
Wang Shuyue always dressed up carefully a few days ago, but today she looked somewhat casual.
She just lightly painted on her eyebrows, patted some of her own fragrance on her body, and followed Zhao Qing out of Zaofang.
At this moment, Zhao Qing was looking around the Xueyi Building, looking around for Zhou Xiaoyi.
The clear voice of my beloved wife came to my ears: "Husband!"
"Remember this shop? The satin used for our quilts is cut here."
Zhao Qing glanced over at the shop covered with silk and satin on the west side of the square, and memories came to his mind.
He nodded slightly and said, "The satin here is quite soft. You can buy a few more pieces."
After Zhao Qing finished saying this, he suddenly found that his wife beside him became quiet.
He looked down and followed with his eyes.
A beautiful figure wearing a Zhu Zi gauze skirt was already walking slowly.
Zhou Xiaoyi was still dressed in gauze and looked very lazy.
Zhao Qing smiled and greeted: "Ke Qing Zhou."
Zhou Xiaoyi nodded and chuckled: "Zhao Qing."
She immediately locked her eyes on the woman beside Zhao Qing... to be precise, the woman beside her.
Wang Shuyue had already taken her arm.
A crisp voice sounded: "Xiaoyi, Zhao Qing always talks about you, Shuyue finally met today."
Zhou Xiaoyi looked sideways and smiled, looking at the woman next to her who was slightly shorter than herself.
She has bright eyes and white teeth, no makeup applied, the corners of her slightly pink lips are raised, and her pretty rosy face is full of joy.
If it weren't for the slightly pulled up black hair, she would definitely be regarded as a girl who has not yet left the court.
Her eyes inadvertently passed over the unembellished water robe of the girl next to her.
Then I sniffed the sweet fragrance of something I didn’t know it was...
Her beautiful eyes were full of surprise: "Shu Yue, we have met before."
"It was raining that day, and you were standing in the front row. I remember it very clearly."
Wang Shuyue seemed a little shy and nodded slightly: "Shuyue thought you didn't remember..."
Zhou Xiaoyi gently closed her gauze sleeves with her slender hands, shook her head and said, "Of course I remember."
"The bone soup you made is delicious. I haven't eaten it for a month, so I'm thinking about it."
Wang Shuyue's beautiful eyes lit up: "Which one do you prefer, Xiaoyi? Chicken bones or leopard bones. Shuyue doesn't make many ox bones. I wonder if Lord Dao has brought them to you."
Zhao Qing was stunned for a moment, when did you let me take anything else? ?
Zhou Xiaoyi smiled bitterly and said: "I have only eaten leopard bones..."
She turned to wonder: "Are you looking at satin?"
Zhao Qing opened his mouth and found that no one was paying attention to him, so he silently looked at the big locust tree next to him.
Wang Shuyue said with a smile: "I'm going to cut some. It's a bit cold in winter. After the Chinese New Year, the house always needs some new satin."
Zhou Xiaoyi glanced at Zhao Qing.
He nodded slightly and said, "I just happened to cut some."
She looked at the scorching sun on the horizon and narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly: "It's already a bit cold before winter has started. You guys choose satin first, and I'll go back and add some clothes."
She lowered her head and smiled again: "Remember to choose two for me too."
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Among the vermillion-lacquered pavilions.
The beautiful woman in gauze slowly climbed up the wooden steps, took out a handkerchief and wiped off the lipstick she had applied this morning...
