From the fake emperor to the concubine

The other two.

Madam Wang Qing was thinking.

She raised her head and looked at Zheng Yi, "My dear, which girl are you going to marry this time?"

Although the girls live in the inner house, they know a thing or two about Zheng Yi's current status and understand why their husbands specifically mentioned this matter today.

I'm afraid it's not a trivial matter.

"Master Zhang's daughter, Zhang Qingmiao!"

Zheng Yi said calmly with a calm face.

"She is actually Master Zhang's daughter. Your husband is really capable!"

"No wonder my husband rejected the sister we prepared before. It turns out that he has set his eyes on this girl with spiritual roots from the Wang family."

Wang Xue puffed out her chest, opened her eyes wide, and looked at Zheng Yi.

She pouted her lips, her face full of dissatisfaction.

Zheng Yi gently touched her head and said with a smile, "You are the only little girl who has so many thoughts.

In fact, I went to Master Zhang's house today, and Master Zhang helped me find this century-old stalactite that can repair spiritual roots.

From now on, your husband, I will be able to upgrade from low-grade spiritual roots to medium-grade spiritual roots, and it will not be a problem for me to break through and become a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining in the future."

Zheng Yi talked freely.

Zheng Yi's level of spiritual practice is closely related to the entire family.

The stronger he is, the better the future of this small family will be.

So, hear Zheng Yi's explanation.

The women in front of him immediately stopped blaming him and gathered around Zheng Yi with delight on their faces.

"No wonder my husband agreed so readily."

"With your current position in the family, it is not difficult for you to marry a woman with spiritual roots."

“It seems that Master Zhang is particularly satisfied with my husband as a student.

With your talent for alchemy, and the stalactites that can repair your spiritual roots, you will definitely become the next alchemist in the family in the future."

Although Master Zhang's daughter's surname is not Wang, she has the status of a third-rank alchemist.

He was no longer a son-in-law, but the real son-in-law of the Wang family.

The three girls were chattering excitedly.

"All right."

Zheng Yi patted their heads one by one and said, "If you don't eat now, the food will get cold.

Pick an auspicious day and bring her back in a sedan chair carried by eight men."

As soon as Zheng Yi finished speaking, the three women responded with a smile.

They have no grudges in their hearts.

After all, Master Zhang's daughter has spiritual roots, so it is natural for the wedding ceremony to be grand.

Moreover, Master Zhang's help to Zheng Yi also made the wives happy from the bottom of their hearts.

Wang Qing opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Zheng Yi held her in his arms and smiled softly, “Don’t worry, I will be able to refine the Lingling Pill soon.

I will never forget what happened to Wang Riyue."

Seeing Zheng Yi's straightforward response, Wang Qing's eyes turned red, she lowered her head and whispered: "Husband, am I too selfish?

Compared to my two sisters, I will only cause trouble to my husband."

"how come?"

Zheng Yi comforted her, "Having a cultivator like you at home to take care of my wife, didn't you help a lot last time?
With someone to take care of me at home, I can act more safely when I am outside.

Two immortal cultivators are always better than one, right?"

Zheng Yi asked back with a smile and quickly calmed Wang Qing down.

After a while, Zheng Yi came to Master Zhang's house.

In his hands he held the marriage certificate he had just written, along with the savings he had accumulated over the years using spirit stones.

The door of Master Zhang's house was open. Master Zhang and the beautiful woman he had met before were standing at the door. Zhang Qingmiao was not here. She was waiting for her lover in the bridal chamber.

"Please rest assured, Master Zhang, I will definitely treat Zhang Qingmiao well.

She is my wife, and I will never treat her badly."

Zheng Yi said.

"Zheng Yi, you are the most outstanding student I have ever met in my life, so I feel at ease leaving my daughter to you.

remember.

After marriage, you two should continue to love each other as before and never do anything ungrateful."

At this moment, even if Master Zhang valued Zheng Yi very much, he still had to give him the necessary advice.

The beautiful woman next to him also gave Zheng Yi a few words of warning as an elder.

She really loves her daughter.

Zheng Yi expressed his understanding of this.

"My precious daughter is marrying into your family. If she can become an alchemist of the third rank like your teacher, even if she is only a third rank, she can still trace her ancestry back to her roots.

There are some differences between the Wang family and your family."

Although the beautiful woman is a member of the Wang family, she has been with Master Zhang for so many years and has already stood on Master Zhang's side wholeheartedly.

"Please rest assured, mother-in-law, I will never let you down."

Zheng Yi said slowly with a firm tone.

Done.

He walked into the room, welcomed Zhang Qingmiao out, and put her on the bridal sedan.

Although the courtyard where Master Zhang lived was located in the Wang family's land, it was not far from the Xianmiao area. In just half an hour, the sedan chair arrived at Zheng Yi's mansion.

At this time, many people had already come to the mansion.

There were Zheng Yi’s good friends that he had made in the Transmission Hall, several apprentices from the Alchemy Pavilion, and more were other Immortal Seedlings from the Immortal Seedling District.

The fact that Zheng Yi could marry Master Zhang's daughter and that he himself had lower-grade spiritual roots gave them hope.

After the steward of the mansion sent the bride to the bridal chamber, Zheng Yi toasted with the guests in the front hall and entertained them one by one.

People around were joking with Zheng Yi.

"Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi, you are the winner in life this time. You married Master Zhang's daughter. We are so envious!"

"That's right. Who would have thought that Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi would be so outstanding among us Immortal Seedlings?"

"Now that Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi's strength has been further improved, it won't be long before he becomes a third-grade alchemist like Master Zhang!"

Many immortal seedlings looked at Zheng Yi with envy.

After asking around, they learned that Zheng Yi was now not only expected to become a third-rank alchemist, but also had obtained the item for repairing spiritual roots that Master Zhang had found.

Even if you become a second-grade alchemist, there is still great hope.

In addition to these immortal seedlings, members of the Wang family also came to pay homage to Zheng Yi.

Although Zheng Yi has not officially become an alchemist yet, the fact that he married Master Zhang's daughter is enough to show his value, and everyone is willing to make friends with him in advance.

During the time when Master Zhang was away, the Wang family's alchemy supply depended on Zheng Yi.

At first, the elixir left by Master Zhang could still provide support, but later on, Zheng Yi's importance became increasingly prominent, and everyone saw it.

"Congratulations to Daoist Zheng Yi for having a wife. Your life will surely be happier in the future."

"Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi is another outstanding talent in my Wang family!"

Finally, even Wang Miaomiao came in person to congratulate.

Zheng Yi smiled faintly and said: "Senior Sister Wang is the most capable. When she breaks through the foundation-building stage in the future, she will become another foundation-building senior of the Wang family.

That is a great blessing.”

"Today is your wedding day, don't say that, I can't steal your limelight."

When Wang Miaomiao heard what Zheng Yi said, the corners of her mouth slightly raised. Although her expression was a little teasing, she still said these words.

visible.

Although she has the elders as her background, she is still willing to treat people she likes as equals.

When he met Zheng Yi, he no longer had the arrogance he had before.

After a while, Elder Wang also walked over slowly.

Having a drink with Zheng Yi, everything is said without words.

In the front hall, Zheng Yi stayed until night time, until all the guests had left.

He slowly came to the courtyard where the bride was.

As soon as he arrived here, he saw the dowry maids from Master Zhang's mansion holding hands and blocking the gate of the courtyard tightly, not allowing Zheng Yi to enter easily.

"Son-in-law, son-in-law, if you want to enter the bride's room, you have to get through us.

You can't just ignore it just because you are a cultivator."

Zheng Yi looked at the scene in front of him, smiled faintly, and took out a few red envelopes from his pocket with his right hand.

He had learned about the customs of marriage beforehand and knew what to do. After the red envelope was handed over, the maids in front of him looked at Zheng Yi with a smile on their faces, but their hands were still tightly held.

"Sir, this is not enough."

"Isn't it enough?"

Zheng Yi smiled again and took out some red envelopes from his arms.

But this time.

He didn't hand it directly to the little girls, but threw it into the air.

The dowry maids who formed a human wall in front of him rushed forward to scramble for the red envelopes, and then dispersed in an instant.

Zheng Yi took the opportunity to break through this "human wall" and successfully passed this level.

Zheng Yi came to the outside of the bride's house.

The maid who came with the dowry appeared here, with her hands on her hips, pouting and saying to Zheng Yi: "Son-in-law is really cunning, no wonder the master specifically reminded me before coming to be careful of you, son-in-law.

I am afraid that the young lady will be sold by her husband someday and she will have to count money for him. "

"So what is this test?"

Zheng Yi asked directly.

"My uncle is smart."

The eldest maidservant smiled softly and said, "The test this time is that you must write a love poem that my young lady will like.

In addition to being good at needlework and spiritual practice, the young lady is also very interested in poetry and songs.

"Sir, you have an extraordinary temperament and are well-read. I'm sure nothing can stop you, right?"

The maidservant in front of him was chubby and looked very blessed. Even though he said such slightly difficult words at this moment, it did not feel like he was deliberately making things difficult for her.

"The four treasures of the study have already been prepared for you."

The fat girl said.

"Then write one."

Zheng Yi smiled gently.

Poetry and songs.

He has a rich treasure trove from another world in his mind.

Just since leaving that world.

He almost never used it.

If it weren't for the difficulty he faced today, Zheng Yi would probably not be able to remember it for a while.

Zheng Yi picked up the brush without any hesitation.

With a flick of the brush on the rice paper in front of him, he wrote a poem: "If life could always be like our first encounter, why would the autumn wind make the fan sad?

This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss. "

"It's written."

Zheng Yi handed over the rice paper.

The fat girl couldn't believe it: "Son-in-law, do you want to think about it again?

If the lady is not satisfied, it will be troublesome."

"Need not."

Zheng Yi looked confident.

The fat girl mumbled and wanted to say something, but seeing Zheng Yi so confident, she could only bite the bullet, take the rice paper into her arms, turn around and walk into the room.

"Miss, my uncle wrote a poem. I wonder if it's good or not."

Zhang Qingmiao took the poem and read it word by word.

Feeling the deep affection between the lines, my eyes couldn't help but become red.

She suppressed her joy and said, "This poem is naturally excellent. Let the son-in-law come in.

If you can't even read this poem, I'm afraid no man in the world can enter your lady's boudoir."

"Is it so powerful?"

The fat girl couldn't figure it out.

She knew that her young lady had extremely high standards for poetry. Could it be true that "a lover's eyes see beauty in all that is beautiful" as it was written in the storybooks?
"It turns out that the young lady likes the young master so much."

The fat girl thought she had guessed the reason and couldn't help but speak.

"You are the only one who talks a lot."

Zhang Qingmiao rolled his eyes at her.

The fat girl was very happy, thinking that she must have guessed it right since she was so smart.

Although she felt that it was a bit hard for her to stand outside in the cold wind and to keep watch on the young lady, she was just a dowry maid and there was nothing she could do about it.

soon.

She figured it out and went out obediently.

"Lady, I'm here for my husband."

Zheng Yi smiled softly.

Then he blew out the candle in the room, and the room fell into darkness. Zheng Yi slowly approached.

"Absorb pure Yin energy and increase your lifespan by fifty."

"Absorb pure Yin energy and increase your lifespan by thirty."

"Absorbing pure Yin energy, the spiritual energy of the Nine Yin Returning to Yang Technique will be increased by 15."

"Absorbing pure Yin energy, the spiritual energy of the "Sky Cloud Technique" will increase by seventy-five."

Zheng Yi's heart suddenly shook.

I really didn't expect that after practicing the Tianyun Jue, combining with the tribesmen with spiritual roots would bring such a big improvement. This is really a pleasant surprise.

And more surprises are yet to come.

"Absorb pure Yin energy, and increase your gold spiritual roots by five."

"Absorb pure Yin energy, increase water spirit root by seven."

"Absorb pure Yin energy, increase the earth spirit root by three."

Voices prompting him to repair his spiritual roots rang out in Zheng Yi's mind.

Zheng Yi suppressed the joy in his heart and increased the intensity of "absorbing" again.

That night, Zheng Yi used all his skills.

The progress of spiritual root repair is also increasing little by little.

In the early morning of the next day, Zheng Yi woke up slowly and looked at the beautiful woman who was still sleeping beside him.

He stood up slowly and put on his coat.

As soon as I turned around, I saw that the girl on the bed had also woken up.

Zhang Qingmiao looked at Zheng Yi, with a hint of shyness in the depths of his eyes.

"Husband."

Zhang Qingmiao called out sweetly.

Zheng Yi responded and said, "There are not so many rules in the mansion. Just do whatever makes you feel comfortable. It will be no different from what we did at Master Zhang's house before."

Zheng Yi spoke with a smile.

Hearing this, Zhang Qingmiao felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey.

She knew that when a woman married into her husband's family, she had to follow the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, and if there were elders in the family, she had to respect her parents-in-law.

Such as this time.

If there are elders in the family.

As a daughter-in-law, she has to force herself to pour tea for her parents-in-law even if she feels pain in her body. This is etiquette.

Zheng Yi was alone, so the rules of the mansion were naturally decided by Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi usually either makes pills or practices cultivation, so the affairs of the mansion are basically handled by Zhang Qingmiao.

Even though Zheng Yi had already married three wives.

But those three ladies have no spiritual roots, so the only ones who need to be taken care of are the children born to the eldest lady Wang Qing and the second lady Wang Yumo.

Because the child has spiritual roots.

But the child is still young.

In addition, Zhang Qingmiao has the support of Master Zhang, the alchemist.

She was confident that she could get along well with the other three women.

"Thank you, husband."

Zhang Qingmiao said again.

After Zheng Yi left the room, he did not go to the Kung Fu Transmission Hall to waste time, but came to the training area in the mansion.

He completed a large circulation.

After successfully performing the Nine Yins to Return to Life method, he held his breath and prepared to continue practicing. (End of this chapter)