After rejecting the female nuns who came to her with crazy hints and begged for support, Chen An turned around and returned to the room. He walked up to his young wife who was clearing away the dishes and said:
"Ying'er, I will take you to the market to buy some supplies."
"Listen to your husband."
Song Huaying smiled sweetly with her beautiful eyes.
After simply changing their clothes for going out, the couple quickly went out to go shopping in Fangshi.
As for the risk of being robbed, Chen An is not worried at all.
Because just now, he took out 10 pieces of low-grade spiritual stones and handed them to Manager Zhang who came to collect the rent, so that when he went to Fangshi to collect the rent, he could protect the safety of him and his little wife.
Manager Zhang readily agreed.
After all, it is a spiritual stone that can be easily earned. If you don't earn it, you would be a fool.
After arriving at Fangshi.
The couple followed Guanshi Zhang all the way.
Manager Zhang went from house to house to collect rent, and the two of them followed behind to buy supplies along the way.
I bought firewood, rice, oil, salt, medicinal materials needed for alchemy, and daily necessities.
During this period, I passed by a music studio, a bookstore, and a teahouse, and bought some musical instruments, chess sets, poetry books, calligraphy and paintings.
Chen An bought this specially.
He knew that his little wife used to be a wealthy lady from a scholarly family, and she liked playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, so he thought of buying it back for her to entertain herself when she was bored.
Song Huaying liked these gifts very much. When no one was paying attention, she had the courage to kiss her husband secretly.
Although it was just a touch like a dragonfly, it still made her blush with embarrassment.
[You gave your wife Song Huaying her favorite gift, marital relationship +3. 】
After buying something.
The couple returned to their residence under the escort of Manager Zhang.
"Master Chen, you didn't hesitate to buy so many things in one trip. It seems that you have really earned a lot of spiritual stones during these days."
"I hope you can move to the core area as soon as possible and be my neighbor. I'll treat you to a drink then."
After saying these two words with a smile, Manager Zhang left humming a tune with a happy face.
Back at the house, the couple sorted the things they bought and put them away.
After finishing it in a few or two times, Song Huaying found a place to sit down, looking at the chess, calligraphy and painting equipment in her hand and couldn't put it down.
She carefully picked up a carved bamboo flute and blew a few experimental breaths.
The sound is great and the taste is great too.
"Husband, do you have any music that you would like to hear more? No matter what music it is, I can play it for you on this bamboo flute."
Song Huaying playfully waved the bamboo flute she held in her little hand and said with confidence.
Chen An liked confident girls, so he decisively told all the songs he had listened to in the past thirty years, so that his little wife could play them.
It turned out that the little wife was also a ruthless person who kept her word, and she blew Chen An from day to night until her little mouth was numb.
"Cough...cough!"
"Come on, come on, sit down and drink some water to moisten your throat, don't break your cough."
"No, I can still blow!"
"Okay, okay, stop bragging. My husband knows how powerful Ying'er is."
Chen An also didn't expect that his little wife would be so stubborn, and he was shocked for a moment.
You silly girl, if I ask you to play so many songs, will you really play them all?
This is really... so persistent that it's a bit cute.
After some more persuasion, Chen An snatched the bamboo flute from his little wife and asked her to sit down and rest for a while.
The night was silent.
The couple had nothing to do, so they put on their pajamas and lay on the bed to rest early.
Song Huaying, who was nestling in Chen An's arms, suddenly sat up and asked:
"Husband, do you feel uncomfortable if you haven't had sex for so long?"
"No, my husband has amazing willpower."
"That's good."
After Song Huaying finished speaking, she lay back and pressed her pretty face against Chen An's chest again, enjoying listening to his powerful heartbeat.
But not long after, she sat up again, looked into Chen An's eyes with a distressed look and said:
"Husband, I know you must be feeling very uncomfortable."
"Not really."
"there must be."
"Okay, it does feel a little uncomfortable."
"Husband..."
"Okay, let's go to bed. Tomorrow, my husband will have to get up early to make elixirs."
"..."
After Chen An fell asleep, Song Huaying gently walked out of the bed, lay on the ground and pulled out a book called Fangzhongshu from under the bed, and tiptoed to the window to read it under the moonlight.
When she was still a rich young lady, she accidentally learned about the existence of such a strange book from the maid in the house.
I heard that this book can teach many women how to please their husbands when they are pregnant, and prevent their husbands from being seduced by other vixens.
Chen An, who was lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes slightly and looked at his young wife who was standing in front of the window studying the sex technique seriously, and couldn't help but smile helplessly.
It wasn't until today that he discovered that his little wife was quite stubborn sometimes.
"Forget it, since she likes it, let her do it from now on."
Chen An thought this in his heart and quickly closed his eyes again, not knowing whether he fell asleep or not.
The days continued to pass.
After that night, and in the following days, every time when she went to bed at night, Song Huaying would use some of the skills she learned from books to please Chen An as much as possible.
While Chen An was enjoying it, he couldn't help but think that the author of this Fangzhongshu was really a talent. Where did he learn so many tricks? Could he be a time traveler who has read countless films?
In the blink of an eye, another few days passed.
The sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. A rabbit ran into the yard out of nowhere.
It's fluffy, very cute, and very popular with girls.
Chen An's fingers flashed with golden light, and he stabbed it to death and took it into the kitchen to make soup.
Two hours later.
The soup is ready.
Chen An went into the room to feed his little wife and replenish her body.
"Husband, what kind of soup is this?"
"chicken soup."
Chen An opened his eyes and told lies.
After drinking the soup, I rested for a while.
Song Huaying went to the bed and stood on her hands and knees to repay her husband. When she was tired, she leaned against her husband's head and told him all kinds of tender and sticky words of love with her small mouth, trying her best to make up for her inability to have sex.
A few days later.
Chen An opened the panel to view the data.
[Goldfinger: Getting Started (58/100)]
[Alchemy: Intermediate Level 1 (292/500)]
[Wife: Song Huaying]
[Attribute: The kindness of dripping water is repaid by the spring of spring]
[Emotion: 2 stars (253/500)]
[Alchemy experience provided: 276]
[Cheat finger proficiency provided: 52]
After taking a careful look, I saw that the progress bars of Golden Finger and Alchemy had only increased by a small amount.
There is no way, after all, the little wife is pregnant and cannot have sex.
But what is gratifying is that the progress bar of the relationship level has increased a lot, and it has reached more than half.
A 3-star couple relationship is just around the corner.
Chen An looked at the sleeping little wife beside him, and his eyes fell on her belly, which was gradually starting to show her pregnancy, and there was a trace of eagerness in his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, my little wife was already more than three months pregnant.
As long as I persist for a few more days, I will soon be able to have sex with my little wife again and work hard to improve my alchemy experience and golden finger proficiency.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Alchemist Chen!"
"Master Chen, are you at home?"
There was a rapid knock on the door, and a woman's shout that sounded very anxious.
Chen An covered his little wife with a quilt, and then walked out of the room slowly.
When he came to the hall, he picked up a bamboo pole as usual and opened the curtain in front of the window from a distance to see who was looking for him.
When I opened it, I found that it was the young nun who lived opposite and often came out to urinate.
"Master Chen, wuwu...my father...he is ill. Please save my father. As long as you can save my father, I can do anything you ask me to do, even be a concubine or a slave, wuwu Wuwuwu..."
The young and beautiful female cultivator outside the window, as soon as she saw Chen An appearing in front of her, she immediately begged with tears streaming down her face and choked with sobs.
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