She really wanted to remind the man and the beast that they seemed to be in Xiliang territory. They were disguising themselves to escape. Having a luxurious carriage was already eye-catching enough, but now with Little Tao's resounding shouts echoing through the streets, even an idiot would have thought Mo Yunfang's men would follow!
In a family, conflicts usually arise between the father and the son. However, they don't even have a son. A single beast pet can make her family's increasingly childish Ming get along like this.
She really wanted to know what their family of four would become like if they had a son in the future...
With a shudder, she decided to give up the idea! And before Qian Yeming returned to his normal aloofness, they should not have children.
"Forget it, I don't want to bother with a stupid dog!" Looking at Murong Xiao who was speechless to him, Qian Yeming said unusually generously.
Hearing Xiao Tao getting even angrier because of his words, Murong Xiao really wanted to ask: What are you like when you are petty?
While Murong Xiao was petrified, Qian Yeming once again held her and placed her on his thighs. He lovingly pecked her red lips, which he loved so much, and said with a smile, "Let's continue discussing life!"
Murong smiled: "..."
"I wonder if Xiao'er is satisfied with the life ideals that I just mentioned?" Qian Yeming asked with a smile.
"Is that what you just said, lying sideways, one person lying down and the other kneeling, or you holding me and I holding you?"
"Yeah!" Thinking of the upcoming actual combat, Qian Yeming's eyes were full of brilliance and he nodded vigorously.
Murong Xiao curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Not so good!"
Upon hearing this, the man was slightly startled. He placed his lips next to Murong Xiao's ear and teased her with a breath of hot air, "Madam, do you think there's anything wrong with your husband's ideal of life?"
"Um!"
Murong Xiao nodded and commented, "Not specific enough, not systematic enough, not comprehensive enough."
The man paused slightly as his lips lingered on the fair, slender neck, and said with a smile, "Madam, do you have any specific, systematic, and comprehensive ideals in life?"
"certainly."
"Then my lady, please tell me about it and let me open my eyes."
"At least the ones I know of include dragons and phoenixes, men farming and women weaving, climbing the dragon and attaching themselves to the phoenix, flattering each other, the harmonious sound of zithers and harps, fish swimming in the shallows, Diao Chan worshipping the moon, Xi Shi holding her veil, a face full of peach blossoms, and flutes playing in the bamboo forest."
Murong Xiao listed ten of them as if they were his own treasures. Qian Yeming still greeted him with a smile when he mentioned the first three, but with every time he mentioned the next one, someone's face became darker.
At the end of the conversation, Qian Yeming stared at Murong Xiao with a dark face and asked jealously, "Who taught you so much knowledge?"
"Books! Books contain beautiful women and golden houses!"
“Ga ga ga ga…”
Outside the carriage, a burst of incongruous laughter suddenly erupted. Qian Yeming's face darkened, and a round, transparent, air bubble shot out from his fingertips, sending a dog, who was laughing heartily on a horse outside, careening miserably off the horse's back and onto the ground.
Immediately afterwards, another burst of sad and angry dog barking was heard.
Ignoring the broken dog outside, Qian Yeming couldn't wait to push his wife's delicate body down, revealing an evil smile, and said: "I have never liked reading since I was a child, and I don't know much. However, practice is sometimes more meaningful than reading. Why don't we use practice to gain true knowledge!
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