The wind was warm at noon, but when it blew past the peak of Tianming, it turned into a ray of clear air, walked around the house, and returned to the sky.

The room is surrounded by flints, warm and comfortable.

Miss Yun seemed to have lost her breath and lay softly on the bed. The sun shone on her body and couldn't lift her strength... But after a while, she became interested and supported herself to look at the novel in her hand.

Read the bumpy love story in the book in detail.

The way she reads books is very interesting. When she encounters an incomprehensible plot, she substitutes her and Xu Changan's names into the male and female protagonists... and can understand 20 or 30% of them.

——

At this time, Yun Qian applied light makeup on her face and rouge on her lips.

Early in the morning, Xu Changan worked on Muyu Peak. She was idle and idle, so she tried to put on makeup.

In fact, as long as Yun Qian wants to learn makeup, she can do better than the most skilled makeup girl in the world at any time.

But for Miss Yun, makeup skills are not the key, and making yourself look better in the conventional sense is not the key.

What kind of makeup can make your husband like...this is the key point.

What she is studying is such a world's most profound subject.

Yun Qian once thought that Xu Changan would like to wear beautiful clothes, but the facts proved that Xu Changan's love for her had nothing to do with what clothes she wore, or even whether she had clothes.

Then she tried to wear some clothes between the two, but Xu Changan liked them, but she would soon ask her to change them.

Yun Qian lowered her head and looked at her big red and green floral dress, blinking her big eyes.

It can make Xu Changan laugh and make him wear it all the time...it seems that only this kind of clothes that seem vulgar or even funny to the people of the world.

It seems that this color scheme is not something that girls can wear in brothels.

Her husband's aesthetic... is indeed unpredictable.

“…”

Yun Qian put a plate of candied fruit on her hand. She opened her cherry mouth lightly. After pinching a candied fruit, she carefully ate it, and then gently flipped the novel with her other hand.

Looking at the handwriting he liked, eating candied fruits, and reading stories, Yun Qian squinted her eyes comfortably, revealing the happiness that few people have seen before, and is relaxed and with her daughter's home posture.

Such comfort is a rare thing for her.

Her posture is casual and lazy. If someone else does the same posture, it will appear frivolous, but there is a kind of quiet elegance on Miss Yun.

Lost.

She leaned over, pressed her hands on the book, and fell asleep on her arm.

“…”

The shallow clouds moved westward, and some sunshine fell along the window on the surface of the clouds, and a layer of golden light was placed on her sleeping face, soft and a bit charming.

No one can see this scene.

So this scene was seen.

Xu Changan pushed open the door and walked into Yun Qian's boudoir. He looked at the messy bottles and jars on the dressing table. After tidying up the rouge box, he walked to the edge of the couch. He stared at the rouge that was accidentally rubbed by her on Yun Qian's face, and there was an unavoidable surprise in his eyes.

He never thought that such a slightly more gorgeous makeup would be so suitable on Yun Qian's side.

But a pretty girl is just about looking good.

Blinking and looking at Yun Qian's rouge, Xu Changan thought that the smell of rouge... was indeed pretty good. It was not as astringent as he thought, but it was a bit sweeter.

He covered Yun Qian with a layer of silk, picked up the candied fruit on the couch and placed it on the table, then walked into the study, looked at the paper all over the table, and took the opportunity to clean up the already dry ink.

"How long has she practiced?"

Xu Changan helplessly flipped through the poems copied by Yun Qian, but soon his expression changed from helplessness to appreciation and seriousness.

Sure enough... I have seen so many words, including the Immortal Sect. I feel the most about seeing the word "Miss Yun" at the end.

The pen is full of ink, and the dragon and snake dance in the garden, and the delicateness and elegance of my daughter's unique family are not lost.

Xu Changan felt that the shape of his calligraphy was partially similar to Yun Qian's characters, and it should be a subtle influence he was affected.

It was as if he had become a little better now, and he was closer to Yun Qian.

People have a couple.

There are actually words.

“…”

Xu Changan slowly flipped through the poems copied by Yun Qian, reading each one very seriously, so time passed slowly. While Xu Changan was still immersed in Yun Qian's handwriting, Yun Qian's nap was over.

Yun Qian lifted up the silk on her body, gently stepped on the embroidered shoes to the study, leaned on the door frame and yawned, and then she had a few sleepy watery charms in her eyes.

Xu Changan also came to his senses. He raised his head and found that Yun Qian was looking at him with "feeling" eyes. He got up, took out his handkerchief and wiped it at the corner of Yun Qian's eyes, and then asked, "Are you awake?"

"Um."

Yun Qian nodded and said, "Why are you here again?"

"Don't welcome me?" Xu Changan was stunned.

"have no idea."

Yun Qian thought to herself that she would not be in a hurry to meet, and experience the "hardships" and "bumpy" part between "small separation is better than weddings" and lovers. The result was that she would meet Xu Changan every day after three days, three days and three days.

"Is it impossible to live without me?" Yun Qian asked.

"Miss, I am such a frustrated person in my heart?"

"Um."

“…”

After coughing, Xu Changan pointed helplessly at Yun Qian's vulgar clothes: "Why are you wearing this again..."

"dislike?"

"It's okay to wear it at home." Xu Changan looked at Yun Qian's expression without any expression, which could be said to be a cold expression, and said with a little difficulty: "It's pretty... cute?"

Because of the contrast, this cuteness will be more obvious.

"The makeup on the face is..."

"I did it myself."

Yun Qian raised her head and subconsciously wanted to pursed her lips, but she held it back to avoid wiping away the rouge.

"Well..." Xu Changan was silent.

Is she proud?

Yun Qian looked at the smile on Xu Changan's face and was a little puzzled.

Before falling asleep, the makeup on her opposite side was well protected.

"It's very suitable." Xu Changan said seriously: "But... it's spent."

Yun Qian blinked, looked into the mirror, and said calmly: "You are late."

"My fault." Xu Changan suddenly walked to Yun Qian, and a ball of water vapor appeared in his hand, and pressed it directly on Yun Qian's face.

"Well." Yun Qian's steps slid, and then Xu Changan held his hands to stabilize his body.

When Xu Changan removed the spiritual energy, the makeup she had lost on her face disappeared, revealing her original face.

His fingers flew over Yun Qian's chin and said, "Follow me."

Yun Qian followed him back to the boudoir from the study and asked, "Is there anything I want to say?"

"That's true." Xu Changan and Yun Qian sat down beside the couch, and then did not speak.

"Isn't there something wrong?" Yun Qian looked at Xu Changan strangely without saying a word and blinked.

"No hurry." Xu Changan looked at the trance that had not yet dissipated between Yun Qian's eyebrows and said helplessly: "You wake up first and sleepy."

He always felt that Yun Qian was still confused now, so he was not in a hurry to talk about serious matters.

Moreover, there are still some time before the appointment with Wen Li, and he is trying to entertain this senior sister.

There are everything in the immortal gate, and Wen Li is missing nothing, but...the couple always have to entertain.

Have dinner together?

Or...a simple pot of tea?

...

Xu Changan didn't speak.

While Xu Changan was sitting on the edge of the bed and thinking, Yun Qian put it next to him. After thinking about it, he took the candied fruit plate on the table and placed it on Xu Changan's legs. He threw his shoes on the couch, knelt on the side, and used his legs as a table.

She is in a good mood.

So the weather is good.

In recent days, the weather in Chaoyun Sect has changed unpredictably, and the wind has come and clouds have dispersed.

Yun Qian took out a candied fruit and put it in her mouth. She felt the sweetness and sourness on the tip of her tongue. After swallowing the candied fruit, she spit out the pits and wrapped it in a handkerchief. Then she looked at Xu Changan and asked, "What are you thinking."
To be continued...