study.

The bookshelves are neatly arranged, exuding the faint fragrance of flowers, birds, and cordyceps.

Most of them are ancient books, most of them are furnishings. Useful secrets and techniques will be engraved with talismans and carried with you.

Between the two stands, a very short ancient sword without a scabbard hung, which was not a spiritual sword.

Chen Yanjun carefully identified it and found that it was somewhat similar to the Yue King Gou Jian sword in the history books. It was some years old.

There are chess pieces and tea cups placed on the table.

On the desk by the window, there is a piece of porcelain shaped like a medicine jar - it is actually the legendary Tang Sancai. Yellow, green, blue, ocher and other colored glazes are used staggered on the same pottery at the same time, forming a mottled and dripping colored glaze.

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In Chen Yanjun's impression, Tang Sancai is fragile and poorly waterproof. It is mainly used for burials or sacrifices. It may be placed on the desk to commemorate the late husband.

Chen Yanjun does not feel jealous, but feels at ease.

It means she is a good woman.

The study is very large, separated by a screen and a tent.

There is a huge painting on the screen, similar to a picture of a chariot, with a strong Dunhuang Tang style, and the colors are much brighter than the unearthed cultural relics that have been dusted for more than a thousand years.

This feeling is amazing.

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

Behind the screen, there is a floor-to-ceiling green gauze tent.

Behind the tent is the lady's couch.

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

Now, it is the first time that Chen Yanjun has walked into his wife's study, like walking into her secret garden.

In front of the window.

Cui Yourong still stood with his hands behind his hands, maintaining a dignified appearance like a hanging moon, and did not look at Chen Yanjun.

"Just now, in order to protect the young master, Yourong had no choice but to make this move... without asking the young master for his opinion."

Chen Yanjun could tell that his wife turned to look out the window without looking at him. In order to cover up the halo on her face that would never go away, he deliberately teased her and said:

"What's your plan, madam?"

Cui Yourong:

"..."

In an instant, the blush turned into a hot face, and secretly luck suppressed it.

Chen Yanjun scratched his head, pretending to be stunned.

"Oh, it's about tying the knot...what is Madam thinking?"

Cui Yourong didn't dare to look at him.

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

I thought that Mr. Chen had been pursuing Qiu Zhuo before. He was a generation removed from her and he had been a widow for many years. All kinds of worries came to his mind...

After holding it in for a long time, he clasped his hands tightly and whispered:

"If the young master is interested, Yourong... will not break his promise."

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

Unexpectedly, Madam, despite her age, would still act like a little girl, which is shocking.

Taking a step forward, Chen Yanjun said calmly:

"There is no truth in what I said."

Cui Yourong was slightly startled, then turned to look at Chen Yanjun:

"What did Mr. Chen say?"

Chen Yanjun said:

"The madam is prettier than the princess."

Cui Yourong:

"..."

Chen Yanjun took advantage of the opportunity and walked to the window with a calm expression looking at the rockery and clear pond in the front yard. However, he accidentally put his right hand on his wife's right shoulder.

The clear lake-like eyes condensed slightly, Cui Yourong's mood softened, and he snuggled up against Chen Yanjun's broad shoulders, feeling extremely natural.

Chen Yanjun understands that since he has chosen his wife, he has to accept the different feelings of falling in love with a girl. He feels the warmth and tolerance of his wife like a harbor, and he has an additional sense of responsibility.

"After I condense my energy and form the elixir, I will marry my wife through a matchmaker and we will be married together... It is not to repay a favor, but simply to like my wife."

Not only was Cui Yourong's heart pounding, but he also felt Chen Yanjun's sense of responsibility.

"It is not easy to pass the test. If you are not careful, your success will be ruined. Even if the young master succeeds in cleansing the marrow and enters the third realm of nourishing qi, this matter still needs to be considered in the long term... I will prepare everything within a month."

Chen Yanjun thought to himself that the time traveler is not far away from penetrating the universe in one month.

“Is a month too long?”

"Actually, I'm already prepared and somewhat confident about passing the test this time. What's more, I haven't entered the level yet, and my cultivation level can't be reduced. Even if I fail to pass the test, I can clean up the next day and be able to pass the test again."

Seeing Chen Yanjun so determined, Cui Yourong said:

"In that case, I will do it as soon as possible."

After saying that, he left Chen Yanjun's shoulder with some reluctance.

"One more thing, if my grandfather wants you to be the Cui family's son-in-law, please don't agree."

Chen Yanjun said:

"My wife has supported me unconditionally for three years, supported me in my studies and cultivation, and there is nothing wrong with being a son-in-law."

Cui Yourong said:

"The descendants of a rich family have no freedom at all. If you become a son-in-law, your shackles will be even heavier in the future."

Chen Yanjun thought to himself, even Qiu Zhuo has become a pawn in 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 any relatives of the Du family come to the house.

In fact, my wife’s ex-husband may not even be worthy of being a son-in-law...

Of course Chen Yanjun doesn't want to be a son-in-law, but if the situation really forces him to do so, there's nothing wrong with just trying to do it for a while and then slowly growing up.

"Well, I listen to Madam."

Cui Yourong rolled her eyes at him and said coquettishly:

"You still call me madam..."

Chen Yanjun smiled and held her in his arms again.

"That's what I like to call you."

"Ignore you."

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

Until someone knocks on the door and comes in!

After just two symbolic knocks, the door creaked open.

It's Du Qingchuan!

Du Qingchuan was stunned, feeling that he was not far away from having a younger brother or sister.

"Chen... no, dad, you did a good job, I agree to this marriage!"

Cui Yourong straightened up quickly, regained his majestic and solemn motherly appearance in an instant, and said sternly:

"Why didn't you come back until now!"

Du Qingchuan's mind was entirely on Chen Yanjun and he did not answer immediately.

"Hahaha, don't laugh at the farmer's wax wine. In the good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins to visit. There are mountains and rivers with no way out. There are dark willows and bright flowers in another village... wonderful, wonderful! This poem has been spread to Huayanfang!"

Cui Yourong said with a straight face:

"Young master is not writing some romantic poems, please don't do this."

Du Qingchuan said shamelessly:

"As expected of my mother, she knew what I was thinking before I even opened my mouth."

Then he approached Chen Yanjun.

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

"Let's go to Huayanfang. You can compose another poem and I'll write it down. The combination of our father and son's poems and calligraphy will definitely make the girl who paints butterflies fall in love with you and me."
To be continued...