My wife is number one in the world

First Section 783

"Well, the concubine will go down first!"

After Qi Yun left, Liu Mingzhi sat down on the chair in a state of distraught, not in the mood to continue to settle accounts at all.

"It's really troublesome! I don't know if Shan'er is living well in Yingzhou, and whether Wanyan is planning something again!"

"Husband, are you there?"

Liu Mingzhi looked up in a daze: "It's Qing poetry, come in!"

"Yes, the concubine came in!"

Liu Mingzhi tidied up the manuscript papers on the table and put them aside: "Qing Shi, why do you have time to come to Wei's study today?"

"Sister Qinglian takes care of the children, sister Yan'er learns embroidery, Ying'er makes cakes for you, sister Yun is nowhere to be seen, and I come to visit my husband when I am idle and bored. If my husband is busy, I will not bother you!"

"Don't be busy, let's sort out some drawings of weapons. If you are a girl, if you don't feel bored, just sit aside and watch!"

"This is not good, the concubine should leave!"

"It's okay, it's okay, you are your husband's wife and you are not an outsider, there is nothing to avoid, just sit down!"

"Okay, the concubine's body is ready for you to grind ink for your husband!"

Liu Mingzhi pursed his lips and smiled: "It's okay, it's been a long time since my husband has enjoyed the treatment of red sleeves. You, the third most talented woman in Tianxianglou, don't feel wronged, so naturally you have nothing to say!"

Yun Qingshi slowly walked to the desk, took the graphite, poured some water, and began to grind it lightly.

Liu Mingzhi turned sideways and bent down to take out a thick stack of drawings from the drawer. On top of the first drawing was a strangely shaped weapon.

Liu Mingzhi glanced at Yun Qingshi's polished fat wrist, and gently pinched the cuff of his clothes with his jade fingers, his movements were soft and smooth, which was pleasing to the eye.

Looking up at Yun Qingshi's expression, he sighed silently.

Yun Qingshi noticed Young Master Liu's actions and her cheeks turned red: "Husband, why do you always look at this concubine, I am not used to it!"

Liu Mingzhi smiled indifferently: "Of course it's Qing Shi, your beautiful appearance makes my husband fascinated!"

Yun Qingshi was a little shy: "Husband..."

Liu Mingzhi cheerfully put the rice paper on the table, slowly grabbed Yun Qingshi's bright wrist and squeezed it gently!

Yun Qingshi was stunned by the movement of studying ink, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

"The old couple who have been in the door for so long, are still shy!"

Yun Qingshi's expression was a little complicated, she bit her thin cherry lips tightly with her white teeth and fell into silence.

Feeling that Yun Qingshi was a little stiff, Liu Mingzhi gently released his palm and put it on the rice paper: "Qingshi, it's been almost three years since I entered the school!"

"Two years and ten months!"

"It turns out that Qing Shi has been counting the days since becoming her husband. Does it mean that she doesn't like being a husband but has to live with others because of her face?"

"No....... Concubine...... Husband, are you hungry, this concubine is going to make soup for you!"

"and many more!"

Yun Qingshi stopped her lotus feet for a moment, and stood in the study somewhat at a loss.

Liu Mingzhi got up and slowly raised his arms to embrace Yun Qingshi's delicate willow waist, and put his chin slightly on Yun Qingshi's shoulder, feeling the beauty's somewhat stiff body, Liu Mingzhi smiled gently.

"Qing Shi, have you ever studied court etiquette?"

"No...no, how can I know court etiquette when I am reduced to a place of fireworks?"

"That's right, maybe it's because of my husband's blind eyes. When I first met Qing Shi at my uncle's house, your salute to her husband seemed to have a shadow of court etiquette. Just now Qing Shi sat on the chair. The movements are only half-sitting, this is a habit that can be formed over time, I think that before coming to Qingshi, I was also a lady of everyone!"

"When the concubine and my husband first met, the husband just woke up from a hangover, maybe his eyes were dazzled. As for the concubine, I came from a small county magistrate's family before, so I know some rules!"

"Maybe, my husband almost forced you to commit suicide with Chun'er in the past, you won't resent my husband, will you?"

"No, this concubine knows that my husband cares about the face of the Liu family. After all, this concubine comes from the land of fireworks. It's only natural that my husband can't accept it for a while."

"Do you think so? Forget it, I'm neither hungry nor thirsty, stay here and grind for my husband!"

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Liu Mingzhi looked carefully at each weapon blueprint, and did not shy away from Yun Qing's poetry while studying ink.

"A pen!"

"Clear poetry, fine pen!"

Yun Qingshi, who was absent-mindedly studying ink, suddenly came to his senses: "Husband, what do you want?"

"A medium pen!"

"Okay, I know it!"

Yun Qingshi hastily took off the clean medium fine brush on the pen holder, dipped it in ink, and handed it to Liu Mingzhi.

Liu Mingzhi took the pen and carefully sketched something on the rice paper: "Qing Shi, are you feeling unwell, why does my husband look at you with a strange expression? Do you need to find a doctor to check your pulse?"

"No need, the concubine's body is fine, Mr. Lao is concerned!"

"That's good, Qingshi, how about my husband's painting skills? Is it as good as your talented woman's painting skills?"

Yun Qingshi pursed her cherry lips and slightly leaned forward to look at the rice paper Liu Mingzhi pointed to: "Husband, what are you painting? I don't quite understand it!"

"It's so tiring to lean over!" Liu Mingzhi patted his leg and signaled to Yun Qingshi: "Sit on Wei Fu's lap, Wei Fu will explain to you carefully what this thing is!"

"Concubine..."

Before Yun Qingshi finished speaking, her husband grabbed her wrist and sat on her lap. Liu Mingzhi held Yun Qingshi's jade hand and placed it on the pattern on the rice paper.

"Qing poetry!"

"Ok!"

Yun Qingshi's voice responded as imperceptibly as a mosquito flying.

"I'll tell you, this is the eight-ox crossbow, also known as the three-bow bed crossbow. It can shoot at a distance of about [-] steps longer than the bed crossbows used by the various prefectures in Dalong. During the suppression of the bandits, there were countless people who died under the Eight Bulls Crossbows among the masters of the White Lotus Sect, all of them died through their bodies, the kind that Da Luo Jinxian couldn't save even if he was alive!"

Yun Qingshi's body trembled slightly, and her phoenix eyes looked at the drawing of the eight-ox crossbow on the rice paper, and she was a little flustered.

"With my previous identity, I didn't even have access to the bed crossbow, a sharp weapon in the army. No wonder I can't recognize it!"