[Master] Why is a hometown

What kind of life should the newlyweds live?

Yuan Wuxiang had already gone to the back mountain to practice swords, Mu Xinyuan sat in front of the dressing table, tied a loose and comfortable bun for herself, and inserted hairpins at will.

They have been married for four or five days, going in and out together during the day, and sleeping together at night, although the two are very close, neither of them has broken a certain boundary.

Let nature take its course... She has a tacit understanding with Yuan Wuxiang.

The lives of the two of them have always been regular, and now that they have a family, they only have more things to do, and they don't feel any discomfort.

Taking advantage of Yuan Wuxiang's time to practice swords, she went to the kitchen to boil a pot of thick jujube porridge, and made pancakes now - everyone in Daozhen seemed to be quite good at pancakes, presumably it was thanks to the old man in the kitchen.

After preparing breakfast, she went to the back garden to take care of the medicine garden.

This time I brought a lot of precious seedlings, and Yuan Wuxiang has planted them for her a few days ago, so I need to take care of them carefully in the next few days so as not to damage the roots and shoots.

Yuan Wuxiang came back from the back mountain, saw that she was not there, thought she was busy taking care of the medicine garden, so he went to the kitchen to get breakfast.

The freshly made pancakes were still steaming, and when he bit into one bite, the taste was not inferior to the signature pancakes of the old man in the kitchen, and he couldn't help chuckling.

With A Yuan by his side, good luck is indeed indispensable.

After using it up, he wanted to help out in the medicine garden, but unexpectedly, an unexpected visitor came from the misty rain and setting sun.

"There is no hometown, I'm bothering you."

He greeted him out of the gate, but he saw that it was Juan Shoutian and several fellow practitioners and friends of the same generation, his junior Yunyi Baichuan, and his younger sister Lingxi Zhixia came to visit.

"Why do fellow practitioners have time to spend in the misty rain and setting sun?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, Yuan Wuxiang, although people are in good spirits on happy occasions, but you have not been out of the gate for several days in a row, of course we have to take care of you."

"Yeah, what's it like to be a newlywed?"

"Ha... Thank you for your concern." Seeing that everyone was teasing gossip, how could Yuan Wuxiang not know what their intentions were: "A Yuan brought a few jars of Jiangnan aged wine this time, which have not yet been opened. Dear friends Now that you're here, why don't you join in and share?"

"Oh!" Li Gonglie's eyes were shining brightly: "Yuan Wuxiang, you are on the way! We are here for this!"

After saying that, he pushed and pushed each other with the crowd, wanting to enter the misty rain and setting sun.

Considering his friend's newlywed Yaner, Tired Shoutian said cautiously: "Will you disturb me?"

Yuan Wuxiang smiled and replied: "It's okay, I told A Yuan that it is."

As soon as the words fell, Mu Xinyuan, who was dressed in casual clothes, had already walked out of the medicine garden. Seeing this mighty team, she was slightly taken aback.

Yunyi Baichuan said hello quickly: "Sister-in-law, excuse me."

"It's been a long time, everyone." Mu Xinyuan nodded with a smile, and turned her questioning gaze to Yuan Wuxiang, who returned a slightly apologetic and helpless look.

Mu Xinyuan said knowingly: "You guys wait in the courtyard for a while, I'll go get the wine and prepare the dishes."

Li Gonglie smiled: "There is Mrs. Laoyuan."

Everyone watched Mu Xinyuan's figure turn into the kitchen, and they were all moved with emotion.

Dao Zhongpin patted Yuan Wuxiang's shoulder enviously: "Oh, Yuan Wuxiang, you are really lucky!"

"Yeah, fellow daoist, think about it from another angle. From now on, we won't suffer if there is one less competitor in the kitchen who grabs cakes." Li Gonglie smiled and leaned to one side, not forgetting to poke Jin Shining, who also belongs to the Beizong Fellow Taoist: "Isn't it Tired of Harvesting Heaven?"

Tired Shoutian, who was still somewhat reserved, raised his brows when he heard the words, and suddenly had an epiphany... Does this seem to make sense?

Yunyi Baichuan pushed Lingxi's finger forward: "Little sister, go help sister-in-law."

Lingxi pointed at the blemishes and blushed: "What can I do for you, I know I can't..."

"It's because you don't know how to let you go. You dance with knives and guns all day long. It's time to learn from my sister-in-law's cooking skills."

Suddenly there was a chuckle all around, and Lingxi finger flaws were ashamed and angry, and gave Yunyi Baichuan a hard look: "Second brother, you...! Humph!"

Seeing everyone's uncontrollably funny expressions, Lingxi pointed out that she was so ashamed, and hurriedly chased after him in the direction of the kitchen: "Sister-in-law, wait for me..."

In the kitchen, Lingxi Zhixia clumsily helped Mu Xinyuan, and watched with admiration as his sister-in-law conjured up a large table of mouth-watering dishes like a spell.

"Hey... sister-in-law, you are really amazing."

After breaking a few bowls and cutting two plates of ingredients, Mu Xinyuan decisively let Lingxi Zhixia take over the job of passing on the dishes. Hearing her envy and disappointment, she said with a smile: "It's just a matter of proficiency." , I mean, if you are interested, you can learn it very quickly."

"Wow, it's so pretty!" Lingxi Zhixia carefully picked up a carrot carved into a flower: "I just don't have the patience to do these."

"Don't do it if you don't like it, and not everyone needs to be good at it."

Lingxi pointed at Xia and curled her lips: "But the second brother always makes fun of my girl Hong who can't cook and also tastes bad, how annoying!"

"Then you will find a husband who can mend and cook in the future."

Lingxi Zhixia suddenly blushed when she heard the words: "Oh, sister-in-law, you also made fun of me!"

——But he was thinking in his heart, wondering if that person would mind that he was not good at these things.

Seeing that she looked like she was just beginning to fall in love, Mu Xinyuan already had guesses in her heart, so she didn't continue this topic: "Okay, let's not talk about it. You go to the courtyard first, and the banquet can start after I get the wine."

"it is good."

Everyone in the courtyard has been chattering for a long time, seeing the dishes on the table without moving their chopsticks, they are really scratching their heads.

Smelling the enticing fragrance, Dao Zhongpin swallowed his saliva, trying not to lose his composure, and continued with the previous topic: "Yuanwuxiang, Baopuzi asked me to convey it, so it's settled, don't you Patronizing Madam and resigning from the affairs of the church."

"Friends, don't worry, since I have already agreed, I will not neglect it."

——Actually, everyone will come here uninvited today, except for a few boring bachelors who want to make trouble for the newly married Taoist friends, and because the Christmas of the Emperor Zhongyuan is approaching, all sects of the Taoist sect have a practice of refining the soul to save the dead. Pu Zi has just taken over the responsibility of Nan Cultivator, and he is short of skills. He wants to entrust Yuan Wuxiang's assistant, so he invites Nan Zong Dao Zhongpin to convey it. Baopuzi had no time to take care of it.

As the meal was about to start, Mu Xinyuan brought two altars of Fengfu's unique aged wine "Toad Palace Zhaoying", and set the wine glasses one by one: "I kept you waiting for a long time."

"Where, Mrs. Yuan is too polite, we came here uninvited."

Li Gonglie finally showed a bit of embarrassment, but Dao Zhongpin didn't realize it: "Mrs. Yuan, forgive me for talking too much. You are familiar with these old people here. I'm afraid these two jars of wine are far from enough."

Mu Xinyuan smiled slightly, and said to everyone: "Don't worry, there are naturally sufficient reserves of wine. What's more, these two jars of wine are different from what you think, you will know after drinking."

"Oh? Then we're not welcome!"

"Tsk tsk, Brother Dao, look at your face." Yunyi Baichuan showed a disgusted expression, and turned to ask curiously: "Sister-in-law, what's so special about this wine?"

Yuan Wuxiang also turned his head and asked: "Yes, A Yuan, what is the origin of the name 'Toad Palace Zhaoying'?"

Sitting beside him, Mu Xinyuan explained with a slight smile: "This wine has a clear color. If you drink it on a moonlit night, the moon shadow in the cup will be clear and full of moonlight. After the cup is over, it is hard to give up the cup."

Dao Zhongpin couldn't wait to take a sip, and while listening to it, he shook his head and shook his head: "Mmm... It's really rewarding..."

Tired Shoutian held up the cup and sniffed lightly, subconsciously said: "Listen to the name, watch the product, suitable for drinking on a moonlit night, Yuanwuxiang is your favorite moon admiring, it seems that from now on, you will have fine wine to accompany you on a moonlit night."

Tired Shoutian has always been innocent, once this remark came out, neither the speaker nor the listener had any intentions, Li Gonglie immediately joked: "Ha, Mrs. Yuan is really thoughtful, this wine is exactly what Yuan Wuxiang likes."

Mu Xinyuan knew that this group of people always liked to make trouble, so she didn't care about it, and just smiled at Yuan Wuxiang.

Dao Zhongpin raised his lamp and said: "Okay, we came here uninvited, we should first respect Yuan Wuxiang and his wife—especially Mrs. Yuan, for your hard work."

Mu Xinyuan raised his cup from Shanruliu, Yuan Wuxiang gently raised his hand and said: "Wait a minute, let's make an agreement in three chapters first. Ah Yuan should not drink too much, three cups is the limit."

"I know, I know, but the rest is your share!"

"Ha...how disrespectful."

The Daoist sect did not have the red tapes of the Confucian sect, and then there was a staggering array of cups and cups at the banquet, and the wind swept away. From Shenshi to Xushi, the two altars of wine had already bottomed out, but no one dared to drink any more—this wine came slowly, but it was quite powerful. I'm going to lose my temper when I drink.

The blush on Tired Shoutian's fair face was clearly visible, and Li Gonglie, who was a bit distracted, was the first to leave; Yunyi Baichuan and Lingxi Zhixia were supposed to help collect them, but their minds were also a little unclear, and they were sent back by Yuan Wuxiang; Dao Zhongpin has a bit of drinking power, so he left on his own with a refreshed hahahaha, before leaving, he didn't forget to ask Mu Xinyuan for the next drink.

Sending away a group of fellow practitioners, Yuan Wuxiang worried that Mu Xinyuan was too tired, so he went to clean up the mess on the table.

Mu Xinyuan was indeed a little tired, seeing that Yuan Wuxiang was not drunk, she washed herself up.

By the time everything was cleaned up, it was already dark.

Yuan Wuxiang returned to the bedroom, saw Mu Xinyuan leaning against the head of the bed, and said apologetically, "A Yuan, why don't you go to bed first?"

Mu Xinyuan moved to the inside and lay flat, squinting her eyes: "You haven't come back yet, so it's okay to wait a while."

Yuan Wuxiang lay beside her, saw that her eyes were dim and tired, so he reached out and stroked her hair: "Thank you for your hard work today."

"To be polite, it's boring to talk too much." Mu Xinyuan pursed her lips, looked up at his face: "I didn't expect you to drink well, and the other name of 'Toad Palace Zhaoying' is 'Three Day Epilepsy', you Those fellow practitioners may find it difficult to wake up tomorrow."

"Three-day insanity? Ha..." Yuan Wuxiang couldn't help laughing: "Yuan, you are so hard-hearted."

"Tsk, close to vermilion is red, close to ink is black." Mu Xinyuan moved out unconsciously, resting her head in his arms: "Are you really not drunk? Do you need me to prepare a hangover medicine?"

"Well..." Yuan Wuxiang closed his eyes: "Actually, there are a little bit, but it's still acceptable."

Mu Xinyuan raised her face and looked at him with a smile: "Don't force it."

Yuan Wuxiang didn't answer, and didn't know if it was the effect of alcohol, but felt that A Yuan's appearance was particularly attractive, so he couldn't help lowering his head and getting closer - when he regained consciousness, his mouth was already on Mu Xinyuan's cheek.

"A Yuan..."

A faintly beating flame ignited in Xiang Qingning's eyes.

Seeing his darkened eyes, Mu Xinyuan slowly lowered her eyes, and tightly grasped the hem of his clothes.

In the next moment, their bodies overlapped and their breaths intermingled.

These things... Both he and she have read them in Dao books and medical books, but they have only read them as the common sense of the sect, and no one knows more than the other, only to test, touch, and learn. get close to each other.

The intertwined fingers tightened and loosened, Yuan Wuxiangxu pressed her, kissed her gently along the exquisite curve, carefully observed her reaction, and lingered for a while when he noticed something she liked.

When blending in, Mu Xinyuan only felt that his mind suddenly became chaotic, and his consciousness seemed to fly beyond the sky, fluttering in the sea of ​​clouds; he turned his face to the side in a hazy consciousness, and his body and mind were heaving and swaying.Yuan Wuxiang gently wiped away the few tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, trying his best to restrain the force that might make her uncomfortable.

As if it had been a long time, and it didn't seem too long, the rapid breathing gradually stopped, and the entangled figures stopped moving.

Yuan Wuxiang hugged the drowsy person in his arms, subconsciously lowered his head and kissed him lightly.

"...A Yuan?"

"Ok?"

"Is there any discomfort?"

"Well……"

Seeing that she was sleepy, Yuan Wuxiang didn't ask any more questions, and hugged her quietly until she could breathe lightly and regularly, then got up and went to the bathroom to get warm water, and patiently wiped her body.

Mu Xinyuan fell into a drowsy sleep, dimly feeling as if someone was taking care of her, the sticky feeling on her body gradually eased, and then she rubbed herself on the pillow and fell into a deep sleep.