It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Shen Yijun hugged her, panting in her ears: "Alan, stop it..."

Bai Qingya's hands kept moving, and her eyes met his dazed eyes with a bit of cunning.

"What did I do? I know you like to be clean."

"Are you unhappy about helping you clean it?"

Shen Yijun looked at her long black hair scattered in the bathtub. The black hair on her chest was soaked and floated on the water, making her look like a pearl in the water, sparkling and flawless.

It looks delicious.

She took the initiative.

Shen Yijun suddenly grabbed her waist and pressed her in his arms.

Hot mist rises, creating an ambiguous atmosphere through the dim light.

Her sobbing voice sounded like a hook that locked his soul, making him more and more unable to extricate himself.

When the love reached its peak, the confusion in Shen Yijun's eyes faded away, and only her image was visible in his dark eyes.

There is also a bit of sadness.

Bai Qingya wanted to see clearly, but she was distracted by him and had no energy to pay attention to anything else.

Whether the master is a cultivator or a mortal, he has great physical strength.

She thought in self-deprecation.

After they finished their halfhearted bath, Shen Yijun carried her back to bed and kissed her cheeks and lips.

"Go to sleep." He coaxed softly.

Bai Qingya was indeed tired, so she responded casually and fell asleep.

These past few days, she had been pestering him.

No matter where I go, she follows me like a little tail.

"Ajun, do you find me annoying?" She asked, but her face showed no sign of stopping such childish behavior.

Shen Yijun, who was writing, said without thinking: "No problem."

When she heard this answer, the corners of her lips curled up in satisfaction.

My attention was drawn to the words on his desk.

"My wife..."

Shen Yijun stood up suddenly and raised his hand to cover her eyes: "Don't look at it. Wait until you finish writing."

Bai Qingya was happy: "Written for me?"

Shen Yijun nodded: "Well, be good and find something to do first."

Seeing that he was acting mysterious, Bai Qingya intended to give him some space to write that mysterious letter.

You will see it sooner or later anyway, it doesn’t matter now.

She left the study and, on the pretext of feeling unwell, handed over all the household affairs of the Wuyang Mansion to the lady dowager.

She must die on time, so that the mansion won't be in chaos.

Then comes the painting concept.

The little girl learned a lot from her since she was young, and literacy and accounting are no problem for her.

The only drawback is that he is not very smart, so she is still a little worried.

She bought a house and a shop for Huayi, and placed the deed along with her indenture in the vase in Huayi's house.

Then she left her another letter, directing her to find these things.

He gave the envelope in the sachet to Huayi and told her to wait until the sixth day of next month to open it.

Huayi had listened to her since she was a child, so she didn't ask any questions and took the sachet obediently.

At night, after Shen Yijun fell asleep, she got out of bed quietly and went to a small courtyard in the west of the city.

This is Tian Qiming’s residence.

He has never married and only he and his mother live in the house.

In any case, he helped her block Yun Miaomiao's hidden arrow, and she couldn't pretend it never happened.

Ten silver bills worth one thousand taels were placed at the head of Tian's mother's bed, with a note attached: Repay a favor.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, she turned around and returned to the Bai Mansion.

Making the hand seal, the Supreme Blessing and Longevity Technique, is similar to the Buddhist salvation.

Buddhism is about saving the dead, while the art of longevity and happiness is about increasing the blessings of mortals.

She was born in the Bai family and was taken care of by the Bai family for many years. This is what they deserve.

After leaving the Bai family, she flew into the palace.

After all, I still want to come and see the legendary empress.

In a magnificent palace with carved beams and painted rafters, a well-maintained woman in her thirties was lying on a dragon bed.

She has delicate features and is a rare and stunning beauty.

She is in her thirties, still full of charm, with a figure like a ripe peach, exuding strong temptation.

The sleeping empress had a serene look on her face, no different from that of an ordinary girl.

Lan Qingya thought about it and printed her handprint into the empress's dream.

This is actually a steep mountain top. Apart from the peak at your feet, there is only a vast, rolling sea of ​​clouds and a rising sun all around.

"Who are you?"

Lan Qingya shifted her gaze from the rising sun in the distance and turned to look behind her.

The awake empress exuded a decisive and murderous aura of a king, and her brows were filled with unquestionable majesty.

Mixed with some doubts.

Lan Qingya smiled slightly: "Fighting with the sky is endless fun, fighting with the earth is endless fun."

The empress showed a look of shock on her face, and continued, "Fighting with others is fun."

Lan Qingya nodded and continued, "This country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to compete for it."

"It's a pity that the Emperor Qin and Emperor Han were slightly inferior in literary talent."

"The founders of the Tang and Song dynasties were slightly inferior in style." (Note 1)

The two of them chatted with each other and recited the second half of Qinyuanchunxue.

The Empress looked excited: "You came here from the other side too?"

Lan Qingya smiled and nodded.

"Where are you? I'll find you and help me."

Lan Qingya shook her head: "I am on a different track from you. I came here to see you. You are a good emperor, and Yuncang is governed very well by you."

The Empress waved her hand: "No, it's not good enough."

Because of that poem, the distance between the two people was shortened a lot.

The empress talked about her achievements over the years and what kind of prosperous era she planned to build Yuncang into in the future.

Once I start talking, I can't stop.

She talked for two hours at a time.

Lan Qingya was not impatient, and even felt her heart pounding when she heard the blueprint she described.

Finally, the conversation came to an end. The Empress asked tentatively, "Are you going to the world of cultivation?"

Lan Qingya smiled and nodded: "Your Majesty is wise."

The Empress was envious: "It's good to be a cultivator. You can live a long life. Unlike me, my life is short. I have been struggling for most of my life, but this is all I have achieved."

Lan Qingya said sternly: "I have some connections in the underworld. I can help you increase your life span by three centuries. You should make the most of it." (Note 2)

The empress looked surprised: "Is it possible?"

Lan Qingya calculated with her fingers and concluded that it would not affect much of the future development, but it would stimulate Yuncang's development to be more rapid and stable.

The advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

"Leave this to me. You just need to work hard to change the world. I also want the world to be a better place. You should work harder and create an unprecedented prosperous era for me."

The empress nodded quickly: "Don't worry, sister, I'm reliable."

She then said, "You have done me such a big favor, so I will return the favor."

"What's your name?"

"Lan Qingya."

"Okay, from now on you will be the goddess who protects the destiny of my Yuncang nation."

Lan Qingya smiled: "That's not necessary, I just came to show my support for you."

The Empress sighed: "So, I also want to express my support to you. Girls help girls."

Lan Qingya was amused by her, gave her a hug and said, "Do a good job, I support you!"

Empress: "Okay, just look at me, sister."

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Note 1: Both passages are from Selected Works of Mao Zedong.

Note 2: In ancient times, one ji was 12 years, and three ji was 36 years.