#178 - Doing nothing

"Young master, what are you smiling about?"

Half an hour later, Yuan'er had just hung up the large robe when she turned around and saw Wei Changtian sitting at the table, grinning foolishly.

"You've been smiling ever since you came back. What good thing happened?"

"Good thing?"

Wei Changtian's smile deepened: "Indeed, it's a good thing, Yuan'er. Give me a kiss."

"Ah?"

Yuan'er's small face was stunned. She slowly moved to Wei Changtian's side and asked softly, "Y-Young master, where should I kiss?"

"Here."

Wei Changtian pointed to his left cheek.

"Oh."

Although Yuan'er was shy, she was obedient enough, bending down and gently kissing him.

"Ah? Does my mouth have a taste?" Yuan'er immediately covered her mouth.

"I'm not saying your mouth has a taste..."

Wei Changtian waved his hand and smiled: "Yuan'er, Xu Qingwan was standing outside the door just now."

"Xu Qing... Ah! It's Miss Xu! No wonder she looked familiar!"

Yuan'er's big eyes suddenly narrowed into crescent moons, and she teased with a smile: "So, young master, you went to see Miss Xu!"

"Hehe, I'm afraid our little house will be lively in the future!"

"Lively..."

Wei Changtian knew Yuan'er was referring to Yang Liushi and Liang Qin.

It is said that three women make a drama, but these three shouldn't have any "harem struggle" scenes.

On the contrary, if Lu Jingyao comes again in the future...

Wait, who does she think she is?

"Sleep!"

Shaking his head, Wei Changtian turned around and walked straight to the bedroom.

At the same time, in the capital city thousands of miles away, in the Wei residence, Lu Jingyao, who was also preparing to change clothes and go to sleep, suddenly covered her mouth and sneezed.

"Ah-choo!"

"Madam, what's wrong?" Qiu Yun next to her quickly asked, "Did you catch a cold?"

"No," Lu Jingyao sniffed, untied the bun on top of her head, and bent over to get into the curtains.

Qiu Yun didn't think much, walked to the table, blew out the candle, and prepared to leave the room.

However, Lu Jingyao suddenly poked her head out from the curtains, her face full of excitement.

"Qiu Yun, people say that suddenly sneezing means someone is thinking of you... Do you think my husband was thinking of me just now!"

"Ah?"

Qiu Yun turned her head and looked at Lu Jingyao with her hair disheveled, and advised with a smile: "Madam, you believe such words."

"If it's true, then if you think about the young master like this every day, wouldn't he be sneezing all day long?"

"I don't care!"

Lu Jingyao's excitement was not extinguished by Qiu Yun's words, or she might not have heard what Qiu Yun said just now.

"Qiu Yun, quickly help me grind the ink, I want to write a letter to my husband!"

"Ah? Madam, it's already Hai Shi. Can't you write it tomorrow?"

"Oh, what do you know? The sooner I finish writing this letter, the sooner it will be delivered to my husband."

"Oh..."

Although Qiu Yun really wanted to say, "Madam, you have written so many letters, but the young master has only replied to one," she finally held back and silently ran to prepare the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Lu Jingyao couldn't wait to put on a small jacket and got out of bed to sit at the table, starting to think about what to write in this letter.

On the other side...

"Ah-choo!"

Another sneeze shook the heavens and the earth.

Yuan'er asked worriedly: "Young master, did you catch a cold? Do you want to add a quilt tonight?"

"No need."

Wei Changtian shook his head, thinking that he was a sixth-rank martial artist, how could he still catch a cold.

Damn it...

"Someone must be cursing me!"

After Xiao Feng's death, Wei Changtian's life on the surface was not much different from before, but in fact, considerable changes had taken place.

Ever since he transmigrated, Xiao Feng's existence was like a Sword of Damocles hanging high above his head. Not to mention that he was restless all the time, but at least it was a major concern.

Now that Xiao Feng has been buried on the top of Yanyun Mountain, Wei Changtian, who has no "opponent" anymore, suddenly has a feeling of being at a loss.

Because he doesn't know what he should do next.

Improve his cultivation and attack the unprecedented first-rank realm?

Eliminate violence and bring happiness to the common people of the world?

Or work hard and use the advanced systems and concepts of his previous life to build a more civilized society?

Wei Changtian is not interested in any of these.

He would rather continue to be mediocre like this.

Wife, children, and a warm bed, traveling around to enjoy the scenery and have fun, until a hundred years later, turning into a wisp of dust, at most leaving behind hundreds of world-renowned poems, as well as far-reaching "inventions and creations" such as mahjong and poker.

Thousands of years later, when the elementary school students of this world shake their heads and recite "Spring Sleep Unaware of Dawn" which was "created" by him, then it will be famous for thousands of years...

With this mentality, Wei Changtian peacefully spent the most comfortable period of time since he transmigrated.

Every day, under the guise of "joint cultivation," he took Xu Qingwan to eat, drink, and have fun in Shuzhou City, exercised with Yang Liushi every two days, and went to Yanyun Mountain every three days to kill a monster with no resistance...

The days passed day by day, the cultivation increased day by day, and the relationship warmed up day by day.

It seems that in order to cooperate with this harmony, no other accidents have occurred.

The imperial court seems to really believe that the female corpse was the dead Ning Yuke, and Li Huaizhong also left Shuzhou silently.

Under Chu Xianping's operation, the Gongji Society has become increasingly strong, and the members of the Shuzhou branch alone have exceeded five hundred.

And the Tongzhou Society has also grown from the initial five people to more than thirty people today. The first batch of "double agents" can take office after the New Year and transform into registered officials of the Da Ning Dynasty.

If there is anything else Wei Changtian needs to do... then it is probably to fulfill Qingxian's promise to release the monsters in the Demon Suppressing Prison.

However, this matter is not urgent, after all, there are still four or five months before the agreed deadline.

In this way, enjoying the dream life leisurely, time quickly came to the end of the year.

This year, Da Ning and other places are blessed with good weather, and Shuzhou is naturally no exception.

A bumper harvest of grain means that this year will definitely be lively.

On New Year's Eve, the entire Shuzhou City was decorated extraordinarily gorgeously and festively. Even the trees with fallen leaves were wrapped in colored silk, green silk was cut into leaves, and every household hung big red lanterns in front of their doors, reflecting a bright red color.

"The east wind releases a thousand trees of flowers at night, and blows down even more, like stars and rain, precious horses and carved carriages fill the road with fragrance. The jade pot turns, and fish and dragons dance all night."

Although Xin Qiji wrote this poem about the Lantern Festival, it is equally appropriate today.

And since the entire Shuzhou City is already like this, then the lively scene in the Wei residence is naturally even more so.

A group of people happily ate New Year's Eve dinner, and then sat around the stove and divided into several tables to play poker.

A house full of beautiful women, only Wei Changtian and Zhang San are two men.

Such a scene of "yin flourishing and yang declining" is a bit like the feeling of heaven on earth. If it were an ordinary man, he probably wouldn't want to leave for a moment.

However, Wei Changtian went back to the bedroom alone after playing cards for a while.

It's not because he suddenly had a literary youth attack, touched by the scene, and prepared to be sentimental on this New Year's Eve.

But the system, which has been updating for more than twenty days, finally moved.