Seeing that the lady did not scold him, Xiao Yue became bold again, turned around and asked the lady:

"Miss, do you want to shout..."

Du Qiuzhuo quickly used a speech-silencing technique to gag Xiao Yue.

Chen Yanjun first saved her life, and now he surpassed Young Master Zhang in literary, Taoist and military skills, helping her and the Cui family survive the crisis safely...

In her heart, she no longer had any disdain or impatience towards Chen Yanjun.

But for her to call a handsome man of her own age daddy... that's impossible!

Qiu Zhuo held the Qinghong Sword left by the princess, threw it to Chen Yanjun from a distance, and said coldly.

"Chen Yanjun, you can marry my mother...but don't expect me to call you daddy."

After that, he turned around and left!

Chen Yanjun smiled and shook his head.

On the side, the lady looked up with a red face and said:

"Master, follow me."

…

Inner city, east, Daozhengfang.

Cui Mansion, Cui Jianzheng's study room.

There are not many books in the study room, but they are filled with various hand-made wooden military molds.

An old man wearing a brocade robe was carving spiritual patterns on a small crossbow.

Cui Wanjun is a third-grade craftsman who is over three hundred years old. He has black beard and hair, and has a dignified appearance. He is also very strong and tall. His eyes are sharp and have the potential to fire thousands of arrows.

It is said that this is a mighty man who fears nothing except his wife.

At this time, the door creaked open.

Mrs. Cui is here.

The old lady has white eyebrows and hair, and she looks much older than Cui Wanjun. In fact, she is just over a hundred years old, and her face still has some charm.

"Is this the news about Rong'er? No matter how many times I tell you, I will never agree... It is impossible for my granddaughter Cui Wanjun to marry a mortal!"

The old lady shook her head.

"It's Qiuzao's news. She finally rejected the Zhang family... You should persuade Yourong."

Cui Wanjun sighed and could only comfort his wife and said:

"It doesn't matter. Qiu Zhuo is extremely talented. Marriage too early is not a good thing. Just take it one step at a time. I will handle the relationship with Zhang Jiancheng well."

Mrs. Cui was silent.

Cui Wanjun asked carefully:

"Is there any news about Rong'er?"

This is exactly what Mrs. Cui is thinking about.

"She is going to marry a mortal."

Cui Wanjun:

"What!"

Old lady:

"However, this mortal seems to be more useful than previously thought. He actually beats the Zhang family master in terms of culture, Taoism and military strategy."

Cui Wanjun frowned.

"Forget about literature, martial arts... Madam, are you sure the scholar won?"

Mrs. Cui said:

"I heard from Aunt Feng that this boy had a tie with Butler Lei before, and then he successfully washed his marrow and learned swordsmanship with Yourong."

"Today I knocked down Mr. Zhang with one punch... He also said that he has entered the third realm of nourishing qi. I seem to have heard you say that it is the only regret in this life that he has not entered the third realm of nourishing qi."

Cui Wanjun's old face was a little embarrassed.

"...Are you sure this is the third realm?"

Mrs. Cui said:

"That's what Aunt Feng said. She also said that the boy is good at poetry. He wrote a poem about breaking the boundary. It seems to be called "Visiting Shanxi Village..." This boy copied it on silk. Please take a look."

Cui Wanjun felt unbelievable when he heard the word "youcun".

"How do I understand poetry?"

As he said that, he picked up the silk and looked at it casually:

Don't laugh at the farmer's wine, which is thick with wax and wine. In good years, the chickens and dolphins are enough for visitors.

Mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers...

Instantly!

Cui Wanjun's eyes flashed with silver light, like thousands of arrows leading a bow.
Chapter completed!