After transmigrating into a stepmother, I transformed my whole family to work on farming

"return."

The two words "Qin Yao" successfully stopped Liu Ji, who was about to kill someone.

"My wife~" Liu Ji glared at Awang angrily, but he didn't dare to disobey his wife. He stopped where he was, unable to move forward or backward.

Qin Yao ignored him, stood up and walked to Awang, asking doubtfully: "Do you know who is the mysterious master protecting Wang Jin?"

Awang nodded, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be the one next to the Holy Queen."

who?

Liu Ji came forward curiously, and without asking any questions, he kept asking, "Who are you talking about, Awang? How is it related to the Queen?"

Awang pondered for a moment, and then slowly said in a reminiscent tone: "There are actually not many people in Beijing who have such abilities. If we narrow the scope to those who Wang Jin can contact and have a relationship with, there are only two left."

Having said that, Awang turned to Qin Yao, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Qin Yao understood and pointed at Liu Ji, "You, go make dinner."

"Why?" Liu Ji subconsciously retorted, staring at Awang, "I'm the master, you go cook!"

Awang: "."

"Liu Ji, don't force me to slap you." Qin Yao narrowed her eyes impatiently.

Liu Ji shrank his neck. He dared not resist, not in his entire life. He could only put it down obediently and go back to the kitchen to cook.

He glanced at Qin Yao with resentment, and looked back every few steps, hoping to hear her say again what she had just said - come back.

However, it did not.

After confirming that there was no third person here, Awang's expression changed significantly, his whole face collapsed, and he said seriously:

"Last night, a man came to Kuanzhengfang. He was the master who captured me alive and followed me all the way to prevent me from committing suicide."

"That person never shows his true face to anyone, and we don't know whether he is a man or a woman, but he has a certain scent on him. Late last night, he flew over our rooftop and headed for the Wang family in the opposite lane."

At that time, he thought he was exposed and was frightened for a while, but he didn't expect it to be a false alarm.

Later he thought that if someone was coming towards his house, his wife would have woken up in shock from her dream. It was only because he was guilty and frightened.

Qin Yao slept well last night and was not as alert as Awang.

After all, no one in this imperial capital is watching her.

Curiously asked, "What kind of fragrance is it?"

Awang had an expression that was hard to describe and said, "It's the aroma of meat buns."

"Ah? He likes meat buns?" Qin Yao raised her eyebrows in surprise. This master is quite down-to-earth.

Awang nodded. That year, the man followed him all the way out of Kyoto. During the months along the way, he could always smell the scent of meat buns.

For him, that smell was already engraved into his body, and he would subconsciously become nervous as soon as he smelled it.

Qin Yao looked at Awang with sympathy, "So, when we eat meat buns at home, aren't you suffering?"

"Not bad." Awang said stubbornly and didn't want to admit it.

Qin Yao patted his shoulder and said, "That should be it. I was the one who recommended Wang Jin to go find the Queen. He said it was impossible that day, but it seems that he bowed to reality."

Awang asked in surprise, "Madam, how did you know that the Holy Queen would help?"

Qin Yao smiled slightly and looked at him. Is there any need to say this?
Awang slapped his head and said, "Yes, King Feng sent him to assassinate the Queen Mother. The feud had already been established."

Now that she has caught Prince Feng's weakness, how could she let go of this great opportunity?

"No more talking, let's go eat." She was hungry.

Awang glanced at the messy vegetable patch. Is this the result of his wife’s busy afternoon?
"Let's go, what are you looking at?" Qin Yao turned back and urged.

Awang quickly suppressed the shock in his eyes, nodded and followed.

He sighed inwardly, and had to hoe the field twice more. Today's dinner was very sloppy, reflecting the dissatisfaction of the cook.

But no one cares.

Liu Ji poked at the white rice in the bowl and muttered silently: I'm so angry! I'm so angry!
The rainy season has arrived in Kyoto.

It rained again at night and didn't stop until the early morning.

The sky is gray and gloomy, making people feel depressed.

Liu Ji really couldn't hold on any longer. He was unable to get up to study in the early morning and fell asleep.

He got up only after Dalang and his two siblings carried their school boxes and went to school together with the neighborhood children under umbrellas.

Today, the carriage of the Imperial Master's Mansion stopped outside early.

Liu Ji lazily ate two bites of the steamed buns that Awang had made early in the morning, teased the driver, and then got into the carriage under the driver's angry gaze, who dared not say a word.

It seemed that Si Kong Jian didn't have to attend the morning court, and today he stood in the corridor and watched him make breakfast.

Liu Ji was in a good mood thinking that his wife would come to pick him up from work in the afternoon.

I hummed a song while making the teacher's breakfast and my own snacks, brought them into the house, and ate and chatted with the teacher.

Today Gong Liangliao no longer said "Sikong Jian and dogs are not allowed to enter".

So Si Kong Jian sat down at the Eight Immortals Table in the room, talking to himself about some changes in the court and the speculations of the mysterious master.

No one said anything, but he didn't feel embarrassed.

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Gong Liangliao who had already finished eating, and asked with a smile: "Teacher, who do you think is helping Wang Jin behind the scenes?"

Gong Liangliao sneered, "I can't even leave the house, but the Imperial Master is asking me about what happened outside. Isn't that ridiculous?"

"Teacher, you are too modest." Si Kong Jian said confidently: "With your ability, even if you don't leave your house, you can know everything about the world."

Gong Liangliao: “I don’t know.”

He winked at Liu Ji and said, "San'er, bring me the brush and ink. I will check if your handwriting has improved."

It doesn't fit in with common talk at all.

Liu Ji responded with a "ah" and glanced at Sikong Jian with a smug look, looking completely arrogant and fearless.

Si Kong Jian frowned. He was so scared yesterday that he fled all the way out of the Imperial Master's Mansion without even taking a carriage.

Are you not afraid today?

Didn't Sun Jiang say that Liu Ji was actually not that powerful in front of his wife who was extremely strong and brave?

Looking at Liu Ji sitting at his desk and writing seriously, Si Kong Jian couldn't help but feel curious.

Could it be that he has such good handwriting that the teacher treats him so favorably?

Si Kongjian stood up and walked over. Liu Ji immediately raised his head alertly, "What are you doing?"

Sikong Jian did not answer. The entire Imperial Master's Mansion was his territory. Why should he be polite in his own home?

He reached out and picked up the rice paper in front of Liu Ji, looked down, and couldn't control his expression. He frowned in disgust.

"It's so ugly." He threw the paper down and said sarcastically, "It seems that the teacher is old and his eyes are blurry."

Without waiting for Liu Ji to refute loudly, he flicked his sleeves and left Puyuan.

It’s better to ignore this intimate scene between master and disciple!

"What kind of vision? My handwriting is obviously very good." Liu Ji looked at his own handwriting and snorted loudly at the back of someone who was leaving.

Gong Liangliao smiled.

It turns out that when people are speechless, they really laugh. (End of this chapter)