Seeing the door close again, Yaoyue snorted coldly and walked unhurriedly toward Chu Qinghe's room with one hand behind her back.

As she walked, Yaoyue couldn't help but turn back every three steps, her brows furrowed as she looked at Dongfang Bubai's still tightly closed door.

"What's wrong with this woman?"

Filled with these deep doubts, Yaoyue entered Chu Qinghe's room.

Perhaps it was because the room was too easy to enter that Yaoyue felt less of a sense of accomplishment.

A moment later, Yaoyue hummed softly to herself.

"I'd like to see what you're up to."

With a cold snort in her heart, Yaoyue stopped dwelling on Dongfang Bubai's unusual behavior.

After her thoughts had been circulating for a while, Yaoyue first went into the room where Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao were, and then returned to Chu Qinghe's room.

A few breaths later, as the door closed, while Chu Qinghe was still somewhat sleepy and not fully awake, several bursts of true energy and strength erupted, and Yaoyue took the opportunity to strike Chu Qinghe's acupoints.

"Oh no, not again?"

...

A moment later, in Dongfang Bubai's room, hearing the slight noise of Yaoyue closing the door, Dongfang Bubai sneered inwardly.

"I'll let you be smug for a few days."

Then, Dongfang Bubai closed his eyes and prepared to rest again.

However, half an hour later, hearing the noise coming from Chu Qinghe's room and hearing Yaoyue's much softer voice, Dongfang Bubai, who had endured for a while, suddenly sat up.

Their fists clenched unconsciously.

Faced with the incessantly decadent music reaching his ears, Dongfang Bubai suddenly felt an urge to rush into Chu Qinghe's room.

But then, Dongfang Bubai took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, and pressed an acupoint between his ears.

Only after experiencing the tranquility around him did Dongfang Bubai's expression ease somewhat.

............

The next day.

Chen Shi (7-9 AM).

As Dongfang Bubai's door opened, Chu Qinghe's door was opened at the same time, as if they had planned it beforehand.

After walking out of the room at a leisurely pace, Yaoyue's gaze immediately fell on Dongfang Bubai, who had just stepped out.

After her gaze lingered for a few moments, Yaoyue's lips curled slightly, her face lifted slightly, and her eyes held an arrogant yet smug look.

Seeing Yaoyue's obviously boastful attitude, Dongfang Bubai clenched his fist under his long sleeves.

But after a few breaths, Dongfang Bubai withdrew his gaze and began to wash up.

Taking in Dongfang Bubai's reaction, Yaoyue thought to herself, "Eh."

"Something's not right about this woman."

After a moment of reflection, Yaoyue walked towards the kitchen, picked up her things, and began washing up as well.

However, just as she was about to put the toothbrush and toothpaste into her mouth, Yaoyue, seeing Dongfang Bubai who was also in the kitchen, first held the toothbrush under her nose and sniffed it gently before starting to brush her teeth while circulating her inner energy.

He looked as if he was worried about being poisoned.

After washing up, Yaoyue lightly touched the ground with her toes and instantly moved to the courtyard. With her eyes closed, she rapidly circulated her inner energy.

However, during the process, Yaoyue would occasionally open her eyes and look at Dongfang Bubai beside her.

Seeing that Dongfang Bubai was acting as usual, Yaoyue's face showed even more doubt.

After the two women had been cultivating for about half an hour, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao finally came out of the room.

But when the two women came out of the room, they still felt a little soreness in their necks.

However, compared to the two women, Chu Qinghe looked worried when he came out of the room.

After sitting down in the courtyard, Chu Qinghe felt a deep sadness as his gaze fell upon Yaoyue, who was sitting there. Recalling the night he had been suppressed, he felt a deep sorrow in his heart.

Looking at Yaoyue, who was meditating with her eyes closed in the courtyard, Chu Qinghe wondered if Yaoyue thought that this matter could only be carried out after her acupoints were pressed.

"Looks like I need to find an opportunity to educate people about this!"

Otherwise, things can't stay like this forever; it's too passive!

Chu Qinghe is the head of the family, after all! How can he be suppressed like this?

.........

On the 26th, it is auspicious to bathe, but inauspicious to bury the dead.

Now, there are only three days left until the Spring Festival.

Throughout Yushui City, not only the original merchants, but also traveling merchants from the border regions of the Great Song and Great Tang have been frequently appearing recently, trying to sell off all the goods they have accumulated to go home and have a good New Year.

Even Xiao Zhao and Qu Feiyan would bring a full load of things to their home every day and wait for them.

In the morning, the streets were filled with the sounds of firecrackers, laughter, and conversations among acquaintances.

But inside Chu Qinghe's room, the sound of sobbing echoed.

Amidst the howling wind in the courtyard, Dongfang Bubai, Yaoyue, and two young maids gathered in Chu Qinghe's room, each holding a manuscript.

However, even Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue frowned as they looked at the manuscript in their hands, not to mention Xiao Zhao and Qu Feiyan, whose eyes were already red and who were sobbing.

As darkness began to fall outside, the four women, having finished reading Chu Qinghe's newly written story, all turned to look at him as he rested and drank tea.

Perhaps due to the experience accumulated from the previous two books, Chu Qinghe's writing skills and descriptions of story structure and emotional scenes have become increasingly refined.

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