My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 7

Inside Ji Shitang, there was a soft and pleasant voice.

"Zhang San next door is in a miserable situation. He has nothing to eat after eating."

Tan Yun held a feather duster, hummed a little song in his mouth, and happily cleaned the dust on the counter: "This kind of situation is to blame, it's just laziness and fun."

"Tanyun, Tanyun, you are getting more and more diligent."

Tan Yun put down the feather duster, then looked at the couplet on the wall, and said faintly: "The writing is so carefree, it's still eye-catching..."

"Can you understand?"

At this moment, a voice sounded behind him.

Tan Yun was startled, turned around and saw that it was An Jing, and immediately patted his chest and said, "Master, you scared me!"

"This is my proud work."

An Jing looked at the wall and said slowly.

I hope there is no suffering in the world, I would rather put medicine on the shelf.

This couplet is written in cursive, and is rarely understood. The old scholar who came last month didn't even recognize the words written.

Tan Yun joined the Demon Sect since she was a child. As for martial arts, it was taught by the Demon Sect seniors. It would be very easy for her to kill a few people. As for the word, she only knew the word Demon Sect. Complicated grass?

As for the maid who became the sect master, it was also temporarily dispatched by the sect master of the human sect. Zhao Qingmei's personal maid was Suzakuzuo...

No, if this little doctor knew that he was illiterate, he might laugh at me......

Tan Yun laughed twice, and said with a serious face: "Master, my young lady is from a famous family. She has been practicing calligraphy and writing since she was a child. I have followed her for so many years, and it's not a big thing to know these words."

"sharp!"

An Jing gave a thumbs up, but in his heart he sighed: as expected of a famous family, even a maid is so talented, people have to sigh, "a talented maid like you...... "

"Uncle, Miss has already prepared the meal, let's eat quickly."

Before An Jing could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Dan Yun who was dancing, "Miss, you have been busy since the beginning of the day, so don't let her down."

"Really? I'll go take a look now, this string of candied haws is for you."

An Jing was also full of expectations, and walked quickly towards the back hall.

Watching An Jing leave, Tan Yun breathed a sigh of relief, "Almost, my fame was ruined."

An Jing and Tan Yun sat at the table eagerly. After a while, Zhao Qingmei brought plates of delicious food.

The dishes are stir-fried chives, spring bamboo shoots with braised pork, sweet and sour carp, and braised tofu.

"Ma'am, enough is enough, let's sit down and eat."

An Jing looked at the dishes on the table, his throat surging.

"There is also a pork ribs winter melon soup."

Zhao Qingmei finally filled a pot of pork rib soup with the chives just sprinkled on top, which was fragrant.

"Uncle, I'll pour you a drink."

Tan Yun quickly picked up the jug next to him and poured a small cup for An Jing obediently.

An Jing drank the sake in his glass in one gulp, and a sense of satisfaction came over him.

A month ago, he was alone. He didn't expect to have such a virtuous, gentle and beautiful wife at home this month.

"Husband, try it."

Zhao Qingmei picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in An Jing's bowl, "It has been stewed for more than an hour, it should be delicious."

"It's delicious, it melts in your mouth, and it's fat but not greasy."

An Jing ate a mouthful of braised pork, but did not expect that Zhao Qingmei's cooking would be so delicious.

Seeing An Jing's contented expression, Zhao Qingmei's heart was also full of happiness.

"Husband, I have something I want to discuss with you."

"Anything, just say it."

"You are the only doctor in this hospital, it is always busy, and if you encounter some female patients, it will be somewhat troublesome, it is better to let Tan Yun learn some medical skills behind you in the future, so as to share the burden on you. "Zhao Qingmei said slowly.

Tan Yun, who was feasting, raised his head and looked at Zhao Qingmei blankly.

Sect Master, why haven't you discussed it with me before?

An Jing chuckled, "Since Madam said so, it's all right. Tan Yun is smart and intelligent, and she has a lot of talent in blogging. She must be a good seed for studying medicine, as long as she wants to."

"She's definitely willing." Zhao Qingmei smiled slightly and looked at Tan Yun.

"Little... Tan Yun is willing."

Tan Yun showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and then said, "Uncle, you just got married and you're busy. Why don't you wait for half a month to talk about it."

"Alright."

An Jing thought for a while and replied.

Zhao Qingmei nodded with satisfaction. With Tan Yun, An Jing could stay away from those Yingying Yanyan, and he would have more eyes.

After the meal was full, the task of cleaning the dishes naturally fell to Tan Yun.

The waning moon hangs high, and the moon stars are rare.

"Husband~!"

Zhao Qingmei's voice is very nice, and she still drags her tail.

Then he grabbed An Jing and got into the room.

An Jing only felt a warmth sticking up to him, and it started to burn on his body. Looking at such a beautiful face in his arms, how could he not understand?

The night is silent.

In Spring Breeze Alley.

"Where is this going? I can still drink. Come, let's have a few more drinks."

Zhou Xianmin carried a wine jar and walked towards the house drunkenly.

This week Xianming is not someone else, but the storyteller in the teahouse.

Since ancient times, literati have been quite romantic. He has nothing to do on weekdays. Apart from earning some money by storytelling in teahouses, he is nostalgic for being romantic and happy in various flower buildings.

"Clang!"

Zhou Xianming kicked open the gate of his own courtyard, and just stepped into his house.

"do not move!"

Suddenly, a dazzling blade was lying in front of his neck, and as long as he took one more step forward, the blade would cut his head directly.

Zhou Xianming instantly sobered up after drinking, and he was in a cold sweat.

"Great.... Your Excellency, please spare your life."

"Let's talk about it first."

Zhou Xianming swallowed his saliva and did not dare to shout loudly, so he had to approach the house.

I saw a figure in black in the house, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com, holding a dazzling blade in his hand, stood upright at the table.

Although Zhou Xianming is a storyteller, he is a talented scholar with no power. Seeing this scene at this moment, his body and bones have long since collapsed to the ground, and he cried out: "Master, spare your life, master, I am just a A poor scholar..."

"Scholar is right."

The man in black's voice was hoarse, dry, and very unpleasant.

"Scholar?"

Zhou Xianming was stunned for a moment. He was a little unclear. So, are you picking people for robbery now?

"Do you know this book?" The man in black took out a book.

"I know, this is the book for the enlightenment of the schoolchildren in the country of Yan." Zhou Xianming picked up the book on the ground and said honestly.

"Teach me," said the man in black.

"what!?"

Zhou Xianming thought he had heard it wrong, but this man actually asked him to teach the schoolchildren enlightenment books.

Is this a different kind of test?

"I said, teach me from the simplest words above." The man in black said coldly.

"Okay, okay." Zhou Xianming said quickly, "As long as the hero doesn't kill Zhou, Zhou's seven-foot body can be driven."

Afterwards, Zhou Xianming lit the candle and opened the enlightenment book.

Under the faint candlelight, Zhou Xianming began to educate the men in black.

"Let's start with the simplest number of columns, the word is 'one'."

"I know."

"This word is 'two'."

"continue."

"This word is 'three'."

"It seems that literacy is not difficult. I already know how the 'four' is written."

The man in black chuckled lightly, with a bit of pride in his words.

Chapter end

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