Chapter 177: Doing Nothing
"Sir, what are you laughing at?"
Half an hour later, Yuan'er had just hung up her wide robe when she turned around and saw Wei Changtian sitting at the table with a silly smile on his face.
"You've been smiling since you came back. What good thing happened to you?"
"Good thing?"
Wei Changtian smiled even more: "It's really a good thing, Yuan'er, give me a kiss."
"ah?"
Yuan'er was stunned for a moment, and she slowly walked to Wei Changtian and asked in a low voice: "Sir, where should I kiss you?"
"this."
Wei Changtian pointed to his left cheek.
"oh"
Although Yuan'er was shy, she was obedient enough. She bent down and gave him a gentle kiss.
Feeling the fleeting warmth on his cheek, Wei Changtian smacked his lips, shook his head and sighed:
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's not the taste."
"Ah? Does my mouth taste good?" Yuan'er immediately covered her mouth.
"I didn't mean your mouth smells bad."
Wei Changtian waved his hand and said with a smile: "Yuan'er, the one standing outside the door just now was Xu Qingwan."
"Xu Qing. Oh! It's Miss Xu! I was wondering why she looked so familiar!"
Yuan'er's big eyes suddenly narrowed into crescents, and she smiled and teased, "So the young master was looking for Miss Xu just now!"
"Hehe, our little house is going to be lively from now on!"
"lively."
Wei Changtian knew that Yuan'er was referring to Yang Liushi and Liang Qin.
It is said that three women make a drama, and if these three were not mentioned, there would not be any "harem dispute" drama.
On the contrary, if Lu Jingyao comes again in the future, wait, who is she?
"sleep!"
Shaking his head, Wei Changtian turned around and walked towards the bedroom.
At the same time, thousands of miles away in the Wei Mansion in the capital, Lu Jingyao, who was also preparing to change clothes and go to bed, suddenly covered her mouth and sneezed.
“A-choo!”
"Ma'am, what's wrong with you?"
Qiu Yun beside him hurriedly asked, "Did you catch a cold?"
"No."
Lu Jingyao sniffed, reached out to untie the bun on her head, bent down and got into the curtain.
Qiuyun didn't think much about it. She walked to the table, blew out the candle, and prepared to leave the room.
But at this moment, Lu Jingyao suddenly poked her head out from behind the curtain again, her face full of excitement.
"Qiuyun, people say that when someone sneezes suddenly, it means someone is missing you. Tell me, was it my husband who was thinking of me just now?"
"ah?"
Qiu Yun turned around and looked at Lu Jingyao, whose hair was disheveled, and said with a smile, "Madam, you believe such words."
"If that's true, then if you keep thinking about the young master like this, won't he be sneezing all day long?"
"I don't care!"
Lu Jingyao's excitement was not dampened by Qiu Yun's words, or she might not have heard what Qiu Yun said at all.
"Qiuyun, help me grind the ink quickly, I want to write a letter to my husband!"
"Ah? Madam, it's already midnight. Can't you write it tomorrow?"
"Ah, what do you know? The sooner I finish writing this letter, the sooner it can reach my husband."
"oh"
Although Qiuyun really wanted to say, "Madam, you have written so many letters, but the young master has only replied to one," she finally held back and quietly ran to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.
Lu Jingyao couldn't wait to put on a small jacket, got out of bed and sat at the table, starting to think about what to write in the letter.
On the other side. "A-choo!"
Another sneeze shook the earth.
Yuan'er asked worriedly, "Sir, have you caught a cold? Do you want an extra quilt tonight?"
"Need not."
Wei Changtian shook his head and thought to himself, as a sixth-rank warrior, how could he possibly get such a minor illness as a cold.
Damn it. "Someone must be scolding me!"
After Xiao Feng's death, Wei Changtian's life seemed not much different from before, but in fact, considerable changes had taken place.
Ever since he traveled through time, Xiao Feng's existence has been like a sword of Damocles hanging over his head. Not to say that he has trouble sleeping and eating all the time, but at least it is a big concern.
Now that Xiao Feng has been buried on the top of Yanyun Mountain, Wei Changtian, who no longer has an "opponent", suddenly feels at a loss.
Because he didn't know what he was going to do next.
Improve your cultivation and reach an unprecedented level?
Eliminate violence and bring peace to the people, and seek happiness for the people of the world? Or work hard and use the advanced institutional concepts of the previous life to build a more civilized society? Wei Changtian was not interested in any of these.
He would rather continue to be mediocre like this.
He lived with a wife and children, traveled around and had fun, until he turned into dust a hundred years later, leaving behind at most a few hundred poems and far-reaching "inventions" such as mahjong and poker.
Thousands of years later, when the primary school students in this world shake their heads and recite the song "Spring Sleep Without Knowing the Dawn" that they "created", then their names will be passed down through the ages. With this mentality, Wei Changtian spent peacefully and steadily the most comfortable period of time since he traveled through time.
Every day, he took Xu Qingwan to Shuzhou City to eat, drink and have fun in the name of "cultivating together", exercised with Yang Liushi every two days, and went to Yanyun Mountain to kill a monster with no ability to resist every three days. As the days passed, his cultivation increased day by day, and his feelings grew warmer day by day.
As if to match this harmony, no unexpected things happened.
The imperial court seemed to really believe that the female corpse was the deceased Ning Yuke, and Li Huaizhong left Shuzhou quietly.
Under Chu Xianping's operation, the Freemasonry has grown increasingly powerful, with the number of gang members in the Shuzhou branch alone exceeding 500.
The Tongzhou Society has also grown from the original five people to more than thirty people today. The first batch of "two-five guys" will be able to take office after the new year and become registered officials of the Daning court.
If there is anything else Wei Changtian needs to do, it is probably to promise Qing Xian to release the monsters in the Demon Suppression Prison.
But there is no rush for this matter, after all, there are still four or five months left before the agreed deadline.
In this way, I enjoyed the life I had always dreamed of leisurely, and time soon came to the end of the year.
This year, all parts of Daning have enjoyed good weather and good harvests, and Shuzhou is no exception.
A good harvest means that the year will be lively.
On New Year's Eve, the huge Shuzhou city was decorated exceptionally gorgeously and festively. Even the fallen leaves of the trees were wrapped with colorful silk and green silk was cut into leaves. Big red lanterns were hung in front of every house, reflecting a bright red.
The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and blows down stars like rain. The road is filled with the fragrance of BMWs and carved carriages. The light of the jade pot turns, and fish and dragons dance all night.
Although Xin Qiji's poem was written for the Lantern Festival, it is still equally appropriate today.
And since the whole Shuzhou city is already like this, the lively scene in Wei's house is naturally even more lively.
A group of people happily ate the New Year's Eve dinner, and then sat around the fire and played poker at several tables.
There were a room full of beautiful women and only two men, Wei Changtian and Zhang San.
This scene of "yin is stronger than yang" feels a bit like heaven on earth. If it were an ordinary man, he would probably not want to leave for a moment.
However, after playing cards for a while, Wei Changtian returned to his bedroom alone.
It’s not because he suddenly suffered from a literary youth disease, was moved by the scene, and was ready to be sad on this New Year’s Eve.
But the system that had been updated for more than twenty days finally showed some movement.
(End of this chapter)
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