The Evil Emperor Pursues His Wife: Sheng Chong Shifei

Chapter 185
Shangguan Qing prepared a table of Anhui dishes with mild taste. After a brief wash, he asked Chu Qianhan to go over for dinner. He saw Chu Qianhan standing on the roof looking into the distance. The cold wind kept blowing into the room, standing still like a mountain. , her back became more and more firm and straight, she walked over and called softly: "Qianhan, it's time to eat."

Chu Qianhan turned his head, his cold and firm expression instantly turned into a soft spring.

The two returned to the house, closed the door to the roof, and sat down to eat.

Chu Qianhan looked at the delicious four dishes and one soup on the table, first picked up a spoon and poured a small bowl to drink, the warm hot soup warmed up the whole body and mind.

"Did you put Qi Gathering Pill in the soup?" Chu Qianhan tasted something. "The last time I made wine, this time I made soup. You probably didn't take the bottle of Qi Gathering Pill I gave you during your cultivation."

Chu Qianhan was a little surprised that Shangguan Qing could cultivate to a super level without taking pills, which shows how talented she is.

Shangguan Qing didn't hide anything, and explained: "When I was born, my mother sorted out the blood vessels in my whole body, and I cultivated naturally quickly. Taking pills would actually block the blood vessels because of the drugs, so I rarely take pills. It’s good to use Qi Dan as a food tonic, first of all, it tastes very good.”

"That's right, dispel the cold." Chu Qianhan nodded approvingly.In the soup blended with Juqi Dan, you can drink the taste of ginger soup.

The secret of vitality cultivation belonged to Qianqing, and the secret of meridians belonged to Ling Ling. Both of them reminded her to speak less in their minds, so Shangguan Qing didn't share all the secrets with her lover.

Chu Qianhan did not doubt that he was there, and finished the big meal happily.

Shangguan Qing cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks with her own hands, wiped her hands and came back and asked, "Is the poem I want ready?"

"Of course it's done."

"Read and listen."

"So heavy snow, heaven and earth covered with silver armor, so heavy snow, the sound of Zhumen singing and dancing, so heavy snow, there are frozen bones on the road. I ask the heavens if there is love, white horses pass by, snow blows, human life is as cheap as grass. Sigh merciless."

Chu Qianhan felt pity in his heart, and said to Shangguan Qing: "I really envy the era you mentioned that everyone can eat and clothe themselves."

"Maybe we can build one together." After finishing speaking, Shangguan Qing patted Chu Qianhan's hand, and said sadly: "You can't use a poem like yours. You can write another one for others. It will be romantic."

"Okay." Chu Qianhan held Shangguan Qing's hand dotingly, and said after a moment of pondering: "The wind blows the branches to startle the birds, the flowers fall to the vestibule and emit fragrance, the snow accompanies the empty building, and the moon shines on the beautiful woman."

"Fenghua Xueyue, you have everything you want." Chu Qianhan lightly lifted Shangguan Qing's delicate chin with his fingers, and told a joke that Shangguan Qing had told.

"Come on, give me a smile."

"I hate it." Shangguan Qing patted Chu Qianhan's hand away, and then snuggled into his arms again.

"That's great."

"Is good."

Lovers snuggle up to each other, but lovers frown.

When the sixth prince, Chu Qianyun, was listening to his subordinate's report, his eyes swept over her neck, and it was very hard not to chop off the opponent's neck with his sword.

The subordinate raised his head to see a beautiful face somewhat similar to Athena Chu.

"The Fourth Highness will go to the Xiyue Poetry Meeting in a few days. Shangguan Qing promised to find a way for him and will meet him on that day."

"Suzaku, has anyone ever said that you look a lot like your cousin?"

"The subordinates were trained as the shadow of my cousin."

"Very good, second brother, let me see how you escape this time." Chu Qianyun threw out the dead branch, wrapped her around Suzaku's waist, pulled her into her arms, and began to roughly knead her.

Suzaku frowned in pain, trying to break free, but his whole body was locked up, unable to exert any strength, so he could only let Chu Qianren play with him roughly.

"Zhu Yin, you love your second brother, right?"

"Your Highness, I am not..."

Chu Qianyun grabbed Suzaku's throat and said, "You are Zhu Yin, forget who you used to be, and love Chu Qianshui, or you will die for me."

Chu Qianyun pinched Suzaku's neck hard, and did not let go until Suzaku's face turned blue. Suzaku coughed and breathed vigorously, tears streaming down her face, leaving only bullying and misery.

Chu Qianyun grabbed Suzaku's hair and asked, "Do you understand?"

"Understood." Suzaku nodded vigorously, her hair hurting from being stretched.

"I don't think you understand enough." Chu Qianyun punched Suzaku's dantian, and after more than ten years of hard work, he collapsed on the ground.

Suzaku twisted in pain, and Chu Qianyun's cold and heartless words echoed in his ears: "From today on, you are Athena Chu."

Chu Qianyun walked out of the secret pavilion, and ordered the confidant female officer to take Suzaku out to freshen up, and also took a portrait of Zhu Yin, and asked the female officer to dress up Suzaku as the person in the painting.

After leaving the secret pavilion, Chu Qianyun realized that she hadn't finished asking her questions, but judging by Suzaku's appearance, she couldn't speak for a short time.

He called the housekeeper to inquire, and after confirming that he had received the invitation letter from the poetry meeting, he decided to go there himself.

The poetry meeting at Princess Xiyue's mansion was the last and biggest gathering in the capital before the twelfth lunar new year. Although only one eldest princess died, it did not dampen the interest of the dignitaries.

Time passed quickly, and when it was the day of the poetry meeting, Shangguan Qing seldom stayed in bed. She didn't want to go to the poetry meeting to be surrounded by people, and she didn't want to see the fourth prince Chu Qiankang.

Zhu Qing and the others dragged Shangguan Qing out of bed with great difficulty, washed up and headed to Princess Xiyue's mansion.

Shangguan Qing was still worried that she would not be able to compose poems. Only when she arrived at the place did she find out that as the chief minister of Luantai, her status was second only to the few nobles in the palace. No one dared to force her to recite poems. Just watch the show.

Sitting behind the high screen with Xiyue, the two began to discuss their experience in makeup. Occasionally, a good poem came over, and Xiyue would write a pen to comment.

After reading another good poem, Xiyue picked up a piece of letterhead and unfolded it, handed it to Shangguan Qing and said, "My Fourth Highness is in a hurry."

When Shangguan Qing saw the content on the letterhead, Chu Qiankang wrote down the problem directly. The backlog of 96 halite goods in his hand had problems with preservation and anti-theft. Chu Qiankang was already devastated at this time.

"He can't think of a way by himself." Shangguan Qing complained in a low voice.

Xiyue pleaded for Chu Qiankang: "Help if you can, he suffered a lot this time, and will change it next time."

"Actually, I have no good solution." None of the solutions Shangguan Qing came up with were good, and Chu Qiankang might lose money.

"A bad way is better than nothing."

Shangguan Qing sat down for another meeting, and under the guidance of the female officer, she went to the small study in Xiyue Pavilion under the pretext of going to rest. Chu Qiankang was ushered in not long after she was seated.

At this time, Chu Qiankang was less dull than before, and his eye circles were obviously darkened. After these few days of suffering, he also understood that it is not easy to make money. In Shangguan Qing's eyes, the frowning expression had more life breath, at least for this At that time, Chu Qiankang was no longer superior.

"Sister-in-law three." Chu Qiankang gave a deep salute, assuming the posture of a courteous corporal.

(End of this chapter)