study.

The bookshelf is neatly arranged, exuding the faint fragrance of flowers, birds, and insects.

Most of them are ancient books, most of them are decorations, and useful secrets of martial arts will be engraved with talismans and carried with you.

There was a very short sheathless ancient sword hanging between the two frames, not a spiritual sword.

Chen Yanjun carefully identified it and it was a bit similar to the King of Yue Goujian sword in history books, and it was a bit old.

There were chess and tea cups on the table.

On the desk beside the window, a piece of porcelain shaped like a medicine altar was placed—it was the legendary Tang Sancai, yellow, green, blue, ochre and other colored glazes used interlaced on a piece of pottery, forming a mottled and colorful glaze.

In Chen Yanjun's impression, Tang Sancai's body is crisp and has poor waterproofness. It is mainly used for burial or sacrifice. Putting it on the desk may have the meaning of commemorating the deceased husband.

Chen Yanjun did not feel jealous, but felt relieved.

It means this is a good woman.

The study room is very large, with screens and tents separated by the middle.

A huge painting similar to the chariot map of the screen is painted on the screen, with a strong Dunhuang Tang style, and the color is much more colorful than the unearthed cultural relics that have been covered with dust for more than a thousand years.

This feeling is wonderful.

It seems that he has only traveled through time but not through space. The location where Chen Yanjun is standing at this moment may be only a dozen miles away from the school and rental house in his previous life.

Behind the screen, there is a green gauze curtain that has fallen to the ground.

Behind the tent is the lady's bed.

Since her ex-husband died of illness, the wife has lived alone in the study.

Now, it is the first time that Chen Yanjun has walked into his wife's study, as if he has walked into his wife's secret garden.

In front of the window.

Cui Yourong still stood with her hands behind her back, maintaining her dignified look as if she was hanging from the moon, without looking at Chen Yanjun.

"Just just now, in order to protect the young master, Yourong had to make this bad decision... He did not ask for his young master's opinion."

Chen Yanjun could see that the wife looked out the window and didn't look at him. In order to cover up the dizziness that was difficult to fade on her face, she deliberately teased her and said:

"What is the worst way forward for the wife?"

Cui Yourong:

“…”

In an instant, his face turned into a hot face, and his luck was suppressed in secret.

Chen Yanjun scratched his head and pretended to be in a daze.

"Oh, it's the matter of getting married... What did the lady think in her heart?"

Cui Yourong didn't dare to look at him.

Show love in public, but dare not show love in person.

I thought to myself that Mr. Chen had been pursuing Qiu Zhuo before, and was separated from her age. She had been widowed for many years, and all kinds of thoughts came to my mind...

After holding it in for a long time, I held my palm tightly and said in a low voice:

"If the young master is interested, he will not go back on his word."

Chen Yanjun's heart felt warm, warm and sweet.

Unexpectedly, when the lady is old, she still plays with the little girl's trick, which makes people's heart beat.

After stepping forward, Chen Yanjun said calmly:

"There is no false statement in what I said."

Cui Yourong was slightly stunned, then turned his head and looked at Chen Yanjun:

"What did Mr. Chen say?"

Chen Yanjun said:

"The lady is better than the princess."

Cui Yourong:

“…”

Chen Yanjun took advantage of the situation to walk to the window, looking at the calm expression of the rockery in the front yard, but his right hand was accidentally hugged on his wife's right shoulder.

The clear and beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, Cui Yourong's mood softened, and he snuggled up to Chen Yanjun's broad shoulders, feeling extremely natural.

Chen Yanjun understood that since he chose his wife, he had to accept the feeling of being in love with a girl, feel the warmth and tolerance of a wife like a harbor, and he also had a sense of responsibility.

"After I condense my energy and build a pill, I will marry my wife with a formal matchmaker and get married together... It is not to repay my kindness, but to simply like my wife."

Cui Yourong felt more and more aware of Chen Yanjun's sense of responsibility.

"It is not easy to get into the product and pass the level. If you are not careful, you will fail. Even if the young master successfully cleanses his marrow and enters the third realm of nourishing Qi, this matter still needs to be discussed for a long time... I will prepare all the matters within one month."

Chen Yanjun thought to himself that the month of a time traveler is not far from breaking through the universe.

“Is a month too long?”

"Actually, I am ready and have some confidence in this rush to the level. Besides, I have not yet obtained the rating and my cultivation level has no way to fall. Even if I fail to get through the level, I can get through the level the next day."

Seeing that Chen Yanjun is so confident, Cui Yourong said:

"Since that's the case, I'll do it as soon as possible."

As he said that, he left Chen Yanjun's shoulder reluctantly.

"There is one more thing. If my grandfather wants you to be the son-in-law of the Cui family, the young master must not agree."

Chen Yanjun said:

"My wife has raised me unconditionally for three years to support me in studying and practicing. Even if I am a son-in-law, it is fine."

Cui Yourong said:

"The descendants of a large clan have no freedom at all. If they are son-in-law, the shackles of the young master will be heavier in the future."

Chen Yanjun thought to himself that even Qiuzhuo has become a pawn for the Cui family's marriage, let alone a son-in-law?

In fact, the wife's ex-husband is no different from her son-in-law. In the past three years, he has never seen a relative of the Du family come to her house.

In fact, the wife's ex-husband probably doesn't even have the value of being a son-in-law...

Of course, Chen Yanjun doesn't want to be a son-in-law, but if it is really forced by the situation, it's okay to wait a little longer and then slowly develop.

"Well, I'll listen to my wife."

Cui Yourong gave him a blank look and said coquettishly:

"You still call me Mrs...."

Chen Yanjun smiled and hugged her in his arms again.

"I just like to call that."

"Ignore you."

As he said this, his plump and slim body still snuggled in Chen Yanjun's arms.

Until someone knocks in!

After knocking twice symbolically, the door creaked and opened.

It's Du Qingchuan!

Du Qingchuan was confused, feeling that he had one more brother or sister from him.

"Chen...No, Dad, you did a good job, I agree to this marriage!"

Cui Yourong quickly stood up and instantly returned to his majestic and solemn appearance of the mother, and said sternly:

"Why are you only coming back now?"

Du Qingchuan's thoughts were all about Chen Yanjun, and he did not answer immediately.

"Hahaha, don't laugh at the farmers' wine, keeping guests in a good harvest for a long time, there are chickens and pigs, and the mountains and rivers are full of roads, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright again... It's wonderful, wonderful! This poem has been passed down to Huayanfang!"

Cui Yourong said with a stern face:

"The young master wrote not what Feng Liu Yan's poem is, please don't do this."

Du Qingchuan said with a shameless face:

"I am worthy of being my mother. I know what I think before I can speak."

Then he came to Chen Yanjun.

"Brother Chen, no, Dad Chen, I didn't expect you to hide so deeply before."

"Let's go, let's go to Huayanfang. You will write another poem and I will write it down. Our father and son will combine poetry and books, so that the butterfly girl will fall in love with you and me."

When Cui Yourong heard this, she looked cold and her face dark.
To be continued...