Chapter 169

Mu Yian came back a little late.

I came back in the middle of the night. When I came back, I was full of wine, as if I had soaked in a wine jar.

Yi Xiaoqiao looked disgusted: "you drink and sleep outside. Don't sleep in my bed."

"Why? Madam dislikes me?"

"Dislike!" More worried about someone's immorality and disorderly sex after drinking.

She is a weak woman, where is his opponent.

Although Mu Yi'an drank a little too much, his eyes narrowed and filled with a confused look, he sat straight and didn't even shake on the edge of the bed. When he heard Yi Xiaoqiao's words, he smiled: "madam, it seems that she is in a bad mood today?"

"You seem to be very close to Yi Lan recently?"

"Why? Didn't the lady choose this road?" Mu Yian asked.

Yi Xiaoqiao tooted his red lips: "what do you think of Yi Lan?"

Mu Yi'an lay beside the bed, put his arm around Yi Xiaoqiao's waist and hooped her in his arms: "the old fox is harmless. It's likely to bite behind his back."

"Have you seen Yi Zhen?"

"What did I see her do?" Mu Yi'an rubbed her shoulder. The green stubble just grew was a little prickly, like scratching on her neck.

Yi Xiaoqiao shrunk and stared at him: "she's interested in you. Don't you know?"

"Madam, do you think I'm in the mood for love now?"

Yi Xiaoqiao stared at the gauze curtain on his head and stopped talking.

In fact, she also knows that Yi Zhen is just stirring up discord.

The husband intends to design his wife to share a room with the men next to him. It sounds very uncomfortable. If this word falls in the ears of those dead and alive women who love, it will create a rift, and it is unknown to make people turn upside down with his husband.

But it fell in Yi Xiaoqiao's ear, but it made her feel funny and ridiculous.

She and Mu Yi'an don't have such deep feelings. Although she and Mu Yi'an sleep in the same bed and occasionally chew two, they haven't made further discussion. Mu Yi'an has nothing to do. He finds a man to frame his wife and wear a green hat for himself. Is he brain pumping or sick?

So Yi Zhen's ambiguous provocation fell into Yi Xiaoqiao's eyes and was as boring as a clown.

"Madam, I don't like it here."

Mu Yi'an's voice was low, and the hot air mixed with the wine was sprinkled on her neck, scratching her neck and itching all over.

Yi Xiaoqiao moved: "I know."

"This kind of thing is very annoying."

Annoying? It's very kind of you to say. How did you stir up the situation in the court in the book?

Wasn't it great at that time?

Cover the sky with one hand. I wish I could overturn the throne to Qian Yu. How can I say it's annoying now?

"It doesn't matter. You'll grow up soon." Yi Xiaoqiao didn't know what he was thinking, and comforted him with such ambiguous words.

"Madam, don't go out if you don't have anything important recently." This was his soft murmur, a bit lazy, but the tone was a little indisputable.

Yi Xiaoqiao glanced at him and saw that his eyes were still slightly narrowed and drunk. He didn't know whether he was drunk and spit it out at will or what he meant.

"It's going to change."

Weather change?

"What if I have to go out?"

"Find Lin Yi and ask him to give you Yi Rong." He lifted his chin and bit her earlobe.

The scorching temperature contained her earlobes. Yi Xiaoqiao gently shook and hurriedly shrunk his neck to avoid: "I know. I'll be careful. Go to bed."

She shrank in on her side.

Mu Yi'an hugged her and put it on her back. He soon fell asleep.

Yi Xiaoqiao looked at the inner wall with his eyes open. Is it going to change?

Gee, the weather is really bad.

Yi Xiaoqiao looked up at the sky outside the shop. His face was a little ugly. He was fine when he came out. When he got to the door of the shop, there were clouds and rain. The weather in Kyoto is really unpredictable.

"Here comes the lady." A pretty woman came over quickly, greeted her with a smile and made a gesture of invitation: "please come inside quickly."

Yi Xiaoqiao stepped inside and whispered, "has this always been the case in Kyoto?"

"That's not true, only the weather is uncertain in recent months." The pretty woman led Yi Xiaoqiao straight to the inner room.

Indoors, tea has been put.

"The tea was just right. Madam drank it first to warm herself up."

Yi Xiaoqiao took it and took a sip gently. It was only seven minutes hot. At this time, it was just right: "thank you."

"You're welcome, madam. How could we have such a good day if it hadn't been arranged by madam and the general?"

"My lady is right. Thanks to my wife's arrangement." With a rough voice, Zhang Shiwu walked in quickly: "thank you."

"You're welcome. This is the industry earned by Qingyun stronghold. Of course, you should manage it."

When Qian Yu left Yucheng, he once gave Yi Xiaoqiao a box. In addition to three wishes, there were also a pile of land deeds and house deeds, all of which were the property of the former writers.

Yi Xiaoqiao felt hot when he took something, but it was a pity to lose it. As soon as he changed his hand, he asked someone to send it to Qingyun stronghold. It was up to them to sell it and reopen it or what to do.

From here, Cui Qi saw the opportunity for them to be completely "Congliang", so he allocated all the brothers who were willing to go down the mountain to various industries. The brothers who were unwilling to go down the mountain also took their wives and children up the mountain to open up wasteland and cultivate farmland. Now they have been quite rich in Qingyun stronghold, which is a bit exaggerated, But they saved enough money and food to squander the rest of their life.

Zhang Shiwu didn't want to continue to be a mountain thief for a long time, so he came to Kyoto with his wife and children to manage the cloth and restaurant in Kyoto.

Because Kyoto is a little far from Qingyun village, Cui Qi handed over the Kyoto account inspection to Yi Xiaoqiao and asked her to take charge.

Yi Xiaoqiao thought that it was boring to take it at home anyway. He might as well find something to do and accept it.

"You came to me today. Have you got any news?" Yi Xiaoqiao sipped his tea and asked.

"That's not true." Chunlan winked at Zhang 15.

Zhang fifteen hurried out and stood guard at the door.

"What's the matter, mysterious?"

"Madam..." Chunlan pinched for a long time and whispered, "I've heard a lot of your rumors in the market in recent two days."

Yi Xiaoqiao was stunned: "my rumors?"

"Yes, didn't you save a childe that day? Someone said that you and the childe... Have something."

"What is it?"

Facing Yi Xiaoqiao's pure eyes, Chunlan's shy face turned red and held it for a long time before he said, "we didn't know that the childe was the young master of the Han family at first. Now we know that it was the one of the Han family. Maybe we don't know that the wife came late. This childe Han is not an ordinary person. It is said that he was... Very indiscreet."