Qian Bowen shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."

In his eyes, there are only lay people Sheyang and others.

Seeing that he was stunned and a little confused, Sun Yulan clicked his tongue and didn't want to talk anymore. If Ruoshui didn't want to know, he wouldn't bother to care about it.

Sun Yulan looked at Qian Ling'er with contempt. Such things took up too much of Ruoshui's mind.

Isn't it just taking a concubine? What is Qian Liangzheng pretending to do? Which man doesn't cheat? Mrs. Qian is really jealous.

This kind of person couldn't even give birth to a son in their grandson's house for so many years, so he was divorced long ago.

Sun Yulan decided to go back and play with Zheng Beiyun more as a daughter taught by Wen's tutor.

Zheng Beiyun's father is from Yushitai, so he must be very interested in this kind of thing.

"Brother Bowen, we don't have much time. Do you still remember why you came?"

Don't think that he doesn't know that Qian Bowen has been reading Journey to the West in bed most of the night recently. Yes, Qian Bowen's latest painting book was left to him by Xiao Mochen.

"I know, brother Yulan, you are too tight. Isn't my relationship with Mr. Xiao very good recently?"

Xiao Mochen smiled at him more, especially when he paid for Journey to the West.

That night, Bai Ruoshui went to bed very early and even ordered a cup of sleeping tea.

After coming to Hexi Mansion, she didn't have any precognitive dreams for a long time.

She has yet to find out the pattern of precognitive dreams.

Could it be that nothing good ever happens in her line of work?

Bai Ruoshui was puzzled. Thinking about it, it was true that any prophetic dream he had would bring benefits to him.

After coming to Hexi Mansion, I felt very uncomfortable, probably because I didn't have any precognitive dreams.

Pavilions and pavilions are filled with yellow sand. On the second floor of the teahouse, a woman wearing a veil sits against the railing.

"Miss, we have entered Bei'an."

"Miss, why don't we look for other help? The divination result of this trip is bad."

"No need to say any more. I have made up my mind."

"But Miss, it's not fair to my little master to be like this."

The woman touched her belly gently, her expression full of kindness, but soon changed to firmness.

"It doesn't matter, it's a boy, it's dispensable to the royal court."

"Okay, go tell the kitchen to cook me a bowl of vegetable noodles. I want an omelette. The omelette should be a runny omelette."

The maid wanted to persuade her a few more words, but she was worried about starving her master and young master, so she stamped her feet and walked downstairs.

The final scene is fixed in a dilapidated courtyard, and the woman on the bed has a pale face but is still very beautiful.

Facing those wide-open eyes, Bai Ruoshui woke up from her dream.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, her face still a little pale.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out clearly. Who were the master and servant in the dream?

The only thing that is certain is that they are from outside Bei'an.

After Lu Lingxi confiscated Xiao Mochen's private money that day, she also obtained Xiao Mochen's five hundred taels of silver notes.

She took Xiao Mochen's hand and touched it carefully several times, which made Xiao Mochen's heart feel cold.

"What's wrong?"

"I just want to see how you can be so capable?" It's not obvious at all that someone was begging for support from his wife a few months ago.

The corners of Xiao Mochen's lips curved.

"It's my wife's inspiration."

"After admiring several storytellers, Mr. Jingzhe's schedule has been scheduled to late March."

"Master, Madam, Shopkeeper Wu would like to see you."

Shopkeeper Wu waited outside for a long time, and the master went in for a long time, but he still didn't call him.

Shopkeeper Wu touched the banknotes he had with him, and hey, he just handed them all over to the master.

Rubbing the hands of Kuang Kuang's hair, looking at the sky, infinitely desolate.

When the people inside the house heard the noise outside, Lu Lingxi quickly let go of Xiao Mochen's hand and opened the distance between them.

Xiao Mochen:....

When shopkeeper Wu came in, he was greeted by his master's dark face. He was full of doubts. He was so happy when he took the money just now. Don't be too double-standard in life.

Facing the look of "You'd better say something useful, or you'll be dead", Shopkeeper Wu took a deep breath.

"Madam, I haven't seen you for a long time. Mr. Jingzhe will appear at the teahouse tomorrow. Madam, do you want to go and listen to a book?"

"I saved the best seat for Madam, and I'm just waiting for Madam to see our improved teahouse."

Shopkeeper Wu was heartbroken when he renovated the teahouse according to his wife's advice. It was all the money he spent.

He spent it before he had ever made that much money.

However, as painful as it was then, it smells so good now.

The storyteller stood on the stage and his voice was lower than before, but it could be heard clearly in every room.

The audio-visual experience in the VIP room is better, the price of the private room has been increased, and people are still rushing to book it.

Shopkeeper Wu was laughing so hard counting the money.

Lu Lingxi happily accepted the VIP room sign. She didn't plan to listen to books recently, but her aunt and mother thought they would come if they needed it.

A few days ago, the two of them were planning to go support their favorite storyteller, but they didn't get a spot.

The two people were so angry that they looked at the storybook at home and cursed the weak concubine in it for a long time.

Lu Chuanbai, who returned home late after going out, became the first person to complain.

Facing Liu Xiangxiang's sharp eyes and stern face, Lu Chuanbai had no idea what he had done wrong.

He honestly explained his whereabouts throughout the day and was taught a lesson by his mother-in-law.

"Our family comes from a humble background, and we don't want to hang out in flower houses and take concubines!"

"Your father and I don't care much about your marriage, and we don't talk much about it, so it has to be because you like it, not for anything else."

"You'd better not have such thoughts."

Among the three sons, this son who is always smiling is the most likely to go astray.

Their family doesn't need to marry someone they don't like for their future. Life is so long and no one can have a smooth journey, and they can't stay with their children for the rest of their lives.

I hope someone can accompany my child.

Lu Chuanbai smiled softly, his eyebrows stretched.

His eyebrows are full of relaxation and confidence.

Still a little helpless.

"Mom, what did you see again?"

His mother-in-law’s children’s book—a storybook.

Liu Xiangxiang embarrassedly stuffed her notebook under the table.

"I haven't seen anything, so I'm just here to talk."

"But, son, which girl do you like? Do you really don't want me to share with you the secrets of chasing women?"

"Mom, I will tell you when the time comes. I'd better keep the secret book with my eldest brother."

"My eldest brother is two years older than me."

"At this age, other people's children can make soy sauce."

Liu Xiangxiang: "..."

He waved his hand, not wanting to mention this eldest son. As soon as he went out, it was as if he had lost him.
Chapter completed!