ely different from the layout of houses in ancient times.In ancient times, houses were very particular about their architectural orientation. Each direction of the house had a name.The door of a house...Jiang Qiyun chuckled after hearing my description, her slender fingers tapping lightly on my forehead. "What are you thinking about, little one You're always so quick to understand when it comes to homework, scriptures, spells, and talismans, but not when it comes to these things."

"I really have to laugh… so even immortal deities and gods have conflicts" I remarked.

"What do you think" Jiang Qiyun retracted his emotions, his tone gradually returning to calmness.

All living beings in the world, as long as they exist, will compete for survival resources. Even trees will strive towards the sun... In this world, people compete for fame and fortune, while cultivators seek to achieve immortality through human effort. Even immortals have their own competitions, but the things they compete for are different. This fool, for example, is just fighting for a breath of air.

He spoke as he prepared to remove his outer robe.

I quickly reached out to help him, and he had one hand wrapped in white gauze.

This decision made him furrow his brows slightly. He sat up in bed and looked at me: "...Rarely do you ever wait on someone."

Well...

"I see you're hurt. Let me help you..." I mumbled.

In his view, a wife should be very virtuous, shouldn't she

For example, staying at home to raise children, managing housework, being able to dress and undress her husband, serving tea with bare hands… that's what he considers a harmonious and loving marriage, right

He was very forgiving of me.

He had never made these demands of me, nor told me what kind of wife he wanted.

Thinking about it, he seems pretty casual and doesn't have any requirements

“If it weren’t for me—” I blurted out the words suddenly, without thinking.

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for what I would say next.

Awkward...

This sounds so melodramatic, doesn't it

If it weren't me, would you fall in love with another woman Perhaps someone else would be more suitable for your ideal wife.

It's probably best not to say anything, this assumption is meaningless.

I helped him take his outer robe off and held it in my arms, intending to hang it on the coat rack. Just as I turned around, I heard him speak softly—

“If it weren't for you, there wouldn't be Yu Gui and You Nan.”

If it weren't you.

There will be no returning to Gui and Younan.

I repeatedly muttered the words in my mind, and the profound meaning hidden behind them sent a wave of sourness through my whole being.

A spirit child is born to be sacrificed.

At first, he didn't intend to fall for me, at most, some pity, so he "forgave" me and said not to appear again, letting me live in peace.

But when did the entanglement begin to deepen, becoming harder and harder to let go of, until finally, separation became unbearable

We're both actually clueless.

“Mu Xiaoqiao, you said you don’t cry easily. What have I done to make you cry like this Now you even cry when you see me” His cold voice carried a hint of displeasure and anger as it echoed in my ear.

He walked up behind me, lowered his head, and bowed slightly, gripping my waist with a hint of gritted teeth annoyance: "How many times do I have to say it I don't like seeing you cry except in bed."

I sniffed, I wasn't crying, can't even be moved

"Your Majesty, you are someone who has attained the state of Supreme Forgetfulness. You shouldn't get angry and ruin your progress, right" I changed the subject.

He let out a scoff, withdrawing from behind me with languid ease. "What's the point of Taishang Wangqing, anyway You still have to report to him every day, or you'll start crying again," he said.

I frowned. I wasn't feeling like a disgruntled wife at all.

"When a man cares, a woman's tears are useful; when a man doesn't care, even if her eyes cry blind, it's useless..."

"Come on, you chose to come here! Why wouldn't you stay at Yinjing Heavenly Palace They have luxurious beds and beautiful maids at your beck and call. Why would you squeeze into this tiny room with me"

I hung up his clothes and turned to look at him.

He closed his eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

To see him lying on his bed like a lazy beast, supporting himself with one hand under his chin, I couldn't help but want to stroke his whiskers.

Tick his collar, tug at his belt, revealing the sharp lines of his collarbone beneath his throat.

With his belt loosened and his shirt collar slightly open, a glimpse of his solid musculature was revealed.

He chuckled softly: "What are you doing You want to eat but also fear being eaten. I dare not move, afraid of scaring you away."

"Who wants to eat you, I still remember the bet... No matter what, I have to get the first condition."

Today is the third night, I just need to be determined, and I can negotiate terms tomorrow!

"What conditions are you thinking of" He raised an eyebrow slightly, smiling. "Just tell me what you want, I can satisfy you. Why go through the trouble of a wager"

"No, no, I don't want you to do this with pity or charity. I want you to just listen and follow orders, hehehe..." I imagined the terms I was about to propose and couldn't help but grin foolishly.

Jiang Qiyun narrowed his eyes, that alluring look made my throat dry.

We've been entangled for over a year, so many nights intertwined physically, and we've experienced so much together, welcoming the arrival of our baby.

Some desires have been etched into instinct, such as the need for each other.

He pressed his lips against the back of my head, kissing me deeply. He smiled against my lips and said, “Good, satisfied ... Tonight, I won’t bother you, let you make demands tomorrow with a clear conscience.”

That's great, I kissed him on the cheek and for the first time felt how cute he was.

Well, cute.

The landlord's most capable son...

...

》》》

Shao Yihang couldn't wait for me to help him look at houses. I had no choice but to take my compass and go out. It was snowing lightly in the sky, and it was freezing cold. This was my first winter in the north, and my usual winter clothes weren't thick enough. I always felt that as soon as I went out, my body would be chilled through.

Although I don't feel cold, grandma always says she can't stand the wind blowing into her bones, so she makes me go out less.

But Shao Yihang came to my door urging me incessantly, even having his car waiting for me at the entrance of the alley.

"Little Qiao, how much do you usually spend on taking care of the house Let me give you a red envelope." he asked eagerly.

"I shook my head. 'I won't take your money.'"

"Oh, how can I repay you"

Don't give me those puppy-dog eyes and thank you very much...

Shao Yihang's house was an old, spacious and bright apartment. Most of the houses in this district were like this - residences for cadres' families.

The house layout is square and the surroundings are fine. There are no obvious clashes inside.

But if you arrange it using the Nine Palaces, the problem becomes clear.

"This house doesn't need a layout change, just swap some rooms around." I said to him.

"What room are you changing to"

"Your mom should change rooms, just don't stay in this one."

“Why Why can’t we live here anymore I've lived here for so many years! Everything has always been fine, and something only happened this year. Could it be a problem with the room” he said with disbelief on his face.

"That's because I have a good temper. If my brother were here, I would scold him."

If you don't believe me, show me what you're talking about.

"...Let's go check your mom's room. I'll give you a quick explanation, then believe it or not, it's up to you."t. Things with a kind temperament will make people's hearts softer. 。Looking at Bai Ni, who was carefully tending to the gu, and then at Xiao Scorpion Ling Zheng on my shoulder, my fondness for these...