For dinner, Shen Yanqing made glutinous rice lotus root, pickled fish, vinegar-braised cabbage, and kung pao chicken.

Sang Mo frowned and said nothing.

The vinegar-braised cabbage was too sour, the kung pao chicken was too spicy, and the glutinous rice and lotus root made me tired after eating too much, but the pickled fish was acceptable.

For breakfast the next day, there was pickled fish again.

There is also pickled fish for lunch.

When it was time for dinner, Sang Mo felt sour in his stomach when he saw the pickled fish.

But seeing Shen Yanqing's eager face, Sang Mo still managed to take a few bites.

On the third day, there was still pickled fish on the dinner table, and Sang Mo finally broke down.

She missed the strong voice of the cafeteria aunt.

"Master, I was wrong, please let me go! I promise that I will never reveal a word about you becoming a demon king!"

A trace of confusion flashed in Shen Yanqing's eyes, "What's wrong? But the food doesn't suit your appetite?"

But he had obviously done it very carefully.

Sang Mo's painful expression suddenly paused. She raised her head and blinked, "No, I'm too bored alone."

After hearing this, Shen Yanqing straightened his clothes thoughtfully, "Why don't you practice calligraphy with me from tomorrow on?"

Sang Mo's handwriting was unbearable to look at. When he was in heaven, Zelin was not satisfied, but he was too lazy to be a strict teacher.

Shen Yanqing taught her strictly for a period of time in her previous life, but every time she was so angry with Sang Mo that she turned livid and couldn't sleep at night.

At this moment, when Sang Mo heard the calligraphy, he suddenly felt his hair standing on end, "It's better not to, I suddenly don't feel bored anymore."

So on the fourth day, Sang Mo ate three more meals of pickled fish.

Continue eating on the fifth day.

On the sixth day, Sang Mo started to feel nauseous and vomiting as soon as he saw the fish.

Shen Yanqing suddenly felt shocked when he saw that she had lost her appetite recently and looked like she was about to vomit.

"Could it be...that you are pregnant?!"

He was surprised and happy, and quickly grabbed Sang Mo's wrist to feel her pulse.

But things went counterproductive. Half a quarter of an hour later, Shen Yanqing pulled down Sang Mo's sleeves again with some disappointment, "It's okay, the days are long."

Sang Mo's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, "You don't want me to have a child out of wedlock, do you?"

Shen Yanqing looked puzzled, "Didn't we get married a long time ago?"

Sang Mo: "..."

asshole! Forgot about this.

Speaking of pregnancy and childbirth, Sang Mo immediately thought of Nian Lan.

Recalling the three days he spent raising his baby in the inn, Sang Mo suddenly felt his scalp numb.

"Forget it, go and have a baby with your Rainbow Seven and your fish concubine. Your son and mine should be called evil."

Sang Mo didn't pay attention as he spoke. When he reacted, his eyes suddenly went dark.

Shen Yanqing reached out and held the back of her head, biting her lip like punishment.

Sang Mo hissed in pain, and Shen Yanqing let go of her lips, "Next time you talk nonsense, I will make sure you remember it better."

Sang Mo shrank back in fear, but Shen Yanqing took a deep breath and stepped forward again.

"Xiao Sangmo, do you miss me? Huh?"

Sang Mo suddenly felt that something was wrong, and was about to ask him to restrain himself, but Shen Yanqing refused to give her a chance to refuse, and he breathed heavily again.

On the second day, an uninvited guest came to Qingya Peak. With a provocative smile on her face, she tiptoed to the corridor.

At this moment, Sang Mo was lying on the big rock, with the sage's book on his head and his shoulders shrugging. She paused and thought to herself: Could it be that Shen Yanqing, a guy with a human face and an animal heart, bullied people so badly?

However, as he got closer, he heard a rustling sound.

If you look closely, you will see that it is this bastard bullying a group of little ants.

I saw Sang Mo trapping the ants in a small circle and using small wooden sticks to stir up the food carried by the ants.

"You, you!" She couldn't help but pat Sang Mo's back hard.

Sang Mo almost jumped up in shock. When she turned around, she saw that it was Huang Cuihua who attacked her.

Sang Mo patted his chest and shouted angrily: "You scared me to death! Bastard!"

Huang Cuihua crossed her arms and sat down next to her, "How are you, how are you doing recently?"

When Sang Mo heard this, he frowned and said, "Stop talking! It's really unlucky."

"Eh? Why did you come to Qingya Peak?"

She said and looked at the door, and was shocked to find that the barrier was still there, "The barrier is still there, how did you get in?"

Huang Cuihua lay with her head in her hands on the big rock where Sang Mo was sitting, and narrowed her eyes in comfort, "Of course I can only come in after receiving the order from the master of the barrier!"

"Oh, it turns out you were ordered by Shen Yanqing to..."

Sang Mo was stunned and suddenly realized what he was doing. He couldn't help but raise his voice and shouted: "Did you receive orders from Shen Yanqing?!"

"Fuck! Are you his?!"

Hearing this, Huang Cuihua opened one eye and looked at Sang Mo, "Didn't I tell you?"

Sang Mo was furious and stood up, "When did you tell me?"

"Huang Cuihua! I treat you as a friend! You actually hid it from me!"

She rushed forward, pressing Huang Cuihua's wrist with one hand, and placing the other hand on the itchy flesh under her ribs, threatening: "Tell me, when did you two hook up."

Huang Cuihua couldn't break free, so she had to confess, "We hooked up before you became a disciple."

"Otherwise, how could I successfully change skin with Bai Mucheng under the eyes of so many monks in Changli Mountain?"

It’s been so long!

She didn't realize until now that Sang Mo was immediately furious and tickled her hard, "Asshole! You lied to me for so long."

Huang Cuihua twisted her body crazily like a big caterpillar, trying to escape, "I... I have confessed, why... why are you still tickling me, hahaha..., I can't do it anymore."

"Good sister, please spare me. I...I won't dare to do it again next time."

Sang Mo ignored her and only scratched her until she laughed out loud before letting go.

Huang Cuihua's limbs were paralyzed, and she slid down from the big stone weakly. She said feebly: "You are really capable of doing this."

Sang Mo shook off his sore hand, "Who told you to lie to me!"

"I don't want to lie to you either. Shen Yanqing was the only one willing to help me at that time!"

She said, sighing helplessly, "Fortunately I met him, otherwise I wouldn't know which brothel I would still be in!"

Sang Mo also sat down next to her and cautiously asked, "Aren't you also his second wife?"

Huang Cuihua glanced at Sang Mo after hearing this, "Am I the kind of person who competes with my sisters for men?"

Sang Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

Huang Cuihua patted her shoulder, "Don't worry, Yun Qing, I, and the women in the Demon Palace are not Shen Yanqing's mistresses."

"Yun Qing and I joined him because he pulled us back when we were desperate."

"As for the women in the Demon Palace, most of them are pitiful people who are used as pawns by the family. If Shen Yanqing doesn't accept them into the palace, they will have no chance of survival if they go back."

"So." Huang Cuihua said and patted her shoulder again, "Just put your heart in your stomach, he is just too kind."


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