Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 361 Mu Wanqing: I can caress your bald head for the rest of my life
Li Qingluo walked towards her daughter's room and said to A-Bi, "Did you hear what the doctor said?"

"Ma'am, I heard you."

"Then go down and prepare the medicinal food. Yan'er is not like you who knows martial arts. She is weak and needs to take good care of the pregnancy."

"Yes."

A-Bi responded obediently, bowed and retreated.

"and many more."

She had only taken two steps when Li Qingluo stopped her again: "I heard that my son-in-law invited you to his room to accompany him the other day?"

When A-Bi heard this, her face flushed and she nodded slightly.

"It's his business if he treats you well, but you must remember not to forget your identity."

Ah Bi leaned forward and said, "I know."

"Okay, let's go."

Li Qingluo dismissed A'Bi and continued to walk towards her daughter's room, sighing that fortunately the two farms were not far from each other and she could help take care of the things here. Otherwise, with Monk Kongxu's uninterested nature, who knows what kind of chaos this family would be in - Wu Xingyun and the Four Swords of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum were on one mountain; Ruan Xingzhu, A'Zi and You Tanzhi were on another mountain; Dao Baifeng and Gan Baobao, mother and daughter, huddled together for warmth; only Wang Yuyan was heartless, and A'Bi was the only one who could be called a sister.

Ding... Ding Ding Dong...

At this time, the sound of light piano came from the tall building in the east.

You don't have to look. Behind the fluttering curtain must be Monk Kongxu burning incense and playing music. He basically plays this song every evening.

squeak...

A window in the front room was opened, and the warm light illuminated a cold face, looking at the piano building, her eyebrows were relaxed, and she was lost in thought. If you look closely, you can find a trace of fatigue in her eyes, probably because she was weak and had frequent morning sickness, which hurt her vitality.

"Yan'er, what are you doing? Have you forgotten the doctor's instructions before he left?"

Li Qingluo walked over, ignoring her daughter's displeasure, closed the window from the outside, slipped into the house and scolded her daughter who had been reluctant to get married but was now used to being called Madam Chu.

At the same time, Chu Pingsheng pressed the strings with both hands, stopped playing, stood up and walked to the side of the piano platform facing the lake, looked at the lake in the distance and said lightly: "Come up."

Soft footsteps were heard on the stairs leading downstairs, and soon a woman in a black skirt and holding a sword appeared. It was Mu Wanqing, who had not been heard from for a long time.

"I thought you were so focused on the song that you didn't notice me."

"How is that possible? Not only did I notice you, but You Tanzhi who was fetching water in front also knew you were coming."

"Why did he?"

"Why was there no warning?"

"Our own people are entering and leaving the villa, why give an alarm?"

own people...

Mu Wanqing glanced at him with complicated eyes, her expression gloomy: "I heard... Wang Yuyan is pregnant?"

"Yes, I'm pregnant."

"You got what you wanted."

Chu Pingsheng looked at her with a joking expression: "Are you here just to be jealous?"

"I do not have."

She crossed her arms, holding the sword, and said to him with her back to him, "You have always kept your promise and never betrayed me, so I will naturally... not... break my promise..."

Chu Pingsheng walked back to the wooden table where Yaoqin was placed and sat down: "Please pour me a cup of tea."

She was slightly startled, put down the sword, went over to pick up the warm purple clay teapot, and poured eight-tenths of the tea into the set of purple clay cups. The bright tea soup overflowed with a hint of fragrance, and a wisp of Biluochun leaf, which relaxed her waist, slowly fell into the water and returned to silence.

Chu Pingsheng took a sip and said, "If you are talking about the contract we signed at Xiaojing Lake, Qin Hongmian didn't need me to save her. She was already free when you and I came here. If you are talking about the contract we signed at Leigu Mountain, I gave it up voluntarily that night."

"But you...my face..."

"I helped you restore your appearance, and you blocked your mother's sword for me, so the two transactions are even."

"If I hadn't asked you to come, you wouldn't have been poisoned by the sad breeze."

Chu Pingsheng put down the purple clay cup and looked at her with a playful expression: "Are you... deliberately looking for an excuse to get close to me?"

"you!"

Mu Wanqing's cheeks flushed. She grabbed the sword placed aside and stood up and left.

"Excuse me, Master Kongxu has found his perfect match. It is truly a match made in heaven. I am here to send you my belated blessing. May you have many children and grandchildren, and live happily ever after."

After saying this angrily, she was about to step down the stairs when she suddenly felt a suction force coming from behind her. She lost her balance and flew backwards into someone's arms.

She struggled twice, but to no avail. She looked up and met the playful gaze with an annoyed look.

"Let me go!"

Chu Pingsheng ignored him and said, "The two transactions mentioned above are even, but there is one account that I have not yet settled with you."

Mu Wanqing was stunned: "What do you mean by that?"

Chu Pingsheng held her hand, slowly pulled it up, and placed it on his shiny bald head, which Li Qingluo had criticized many times for not growing hair. "How does it feel?"

"..."

"Remember something?"

Mu Wanqing's eyes opened wider and wider, and her already flushed face suddenly turned redder as if a flame had suddenly burst into flames.

Back in Dali, she was poisoned by Duan Yanqing's Yin-Yang Hehe Powder, and mistook the monk Kongxu who abducted her in the dilapidated temple for Duan Lang. She held the big, shiny bald head in her arms and rubbed him all over.

Chu Pingsheng said, "There is a saying in my hometown that a man's head cannot be touched casually, unless it is an elder or a partner. You spent so much time combing my head in the dilapidated temple, you should give me an explanation, right?"

"..."

Mu Wanqing felt her heart beating rapidly.

"You are not qualified to be an elder. Now you only have one choice."

Chu Pingsheng looked into her eyes, laughed, and suddenly threw her to the ground.

Clang.

The purple clay teacup was knocked over by someone's foot and fell off the wooden table. Fortunately, there was a blanket underneath, so it did not break into pieces.

Chu Pingsheng didn't care about anything else and reached out to tie her belt.

"No...no...don't...don't..."

"Not here."

"..."

In the end, “don’t” became “don’t be here.”

After a while, the beauty was gone, the spring scenery was quiet, and with the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, Mei Jian came to the piano platform holding up her black skirt. When she looked up, she saw Mu Wanqing, whose face was still red and her clothes were in disarray, and she was stunned.

Chu Pingsheng straightened his sleeves and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Master, she..."

"You should take care of what's yours, and don't take care of what's not yours."

Mei Jian's expression was stern: "Li Puppet is here."

"I see. Let him wait for a moment."

Mei Jian agreed and went downstairs.

Chu Pingsheng tidied up his clothes and helped his young wife, who had just experienced the pain of losing her virginity, up.

"You have something to do first, I'll just take a rest."

"It's just a matter of singing, it's not as important as your health."

"Why...are you interested in singing opera again?"

Mu Wanqing was full of confusion. He had learned to play the piano from Kang Guangling, and calligraphy and painting from Wu Lingjun, and now he asked Li Kuilei to teach him opera. He could understand the piano skills and calligraphy and painting, as they were high arts after all, but opera... it didn't suit his temperament at all.

Chu Pingsheng smiled but did not answer her question. He used his strength to hold her horizontally in his arms, but instead of taking the stairs, he jumped out and headed towards the small courtyard on the west side of the manor that was cleared for her.

"By the way, I heard on the way here that Princess Yinchuan and Murong Fu's wedding will be held in a month. Aren't you going to attend as a matchmaker?"

"I'm not his matchmaker."

"That……"

"I am his godfather."

"!!!!!!"

……

Another half a year passed in the blink of an eye.

The three eastern provinces.

Near Huanglongfu.

On the vast grassland, two cavalry units with a total number of nearly 10,000 people confronted each other from the north and the south, charging into battle with blood and murderous intent.

In the north, there were Jurchen warriors wearing mink coats, carrying bows, wearing fur hats, and holding long spears. Among them, nearly 30% were heavily armored cavalrymen wearing armor, and the war horses were also heavily armored, totaling about 4,000. The configuration of the southern cavalry was worse, with crossbows on their backs and short-handled bone spears in their hands. The war horses were only equipped with protection on key parts. They were the Liao cavalrymen known for their mobility, with a total of more than 5,000.

At this time, a man with a high nose, deep eyes, strong back and strong waist stepped out from the Jurchen cavalry. He held a fine steel knife in his hand and pointed at the Liao army opposite and shouted: "Yelü Yanxi is a man of no moral integrity, no ability, and even a coward. Otela, I advise you to surrender quickly. Aguda will treat you with great courtesy. In the future, when my brother Xiao returns to the Liao court, you will be the first minister to restore order."

"Pooh!"

A man also stepped out from the Liao cavalry and stopped his horse in front of the formation. He was also burly and strong, with a fierce look on his face, and it was obvious at first glance that he was not a good person.

"Aguda, you are harboring a serious criminal of our dynasty and plotting rebellion. You are the one who should surrender."

"A felon? Hahahaha, Yelu Yanxi has been on the throne for more than a year, but instead of killing all the Han people to avenge his grandfather, he persecuted my miserable brother, fabricated charges and framed him. Who would submit to such a tyrant? Otra, if you persist in your mistakes, you are aiding and abetting the tyrant and harming the loyal and good people."

(End of this chapter)