MTL - Immortal Wife Can’t Be Provoked-Chapter 85 Uncle, have dinner

Jiang Xiaoyue commanded: "Red show, grinding"

Standing next to the red show immediately acted.

It can be seen that Hongxiu often does these things, and it seems that the two often do such things.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoyue holding the goose feathers in her hands, she dipped the goose feathers in the ink, and then wrote on the paper.

Seeing the individual handwritings, Leqin was a bit surprised. She only knew that writing with a brush could be used, but did not expect that even goose feathers could be used as pens.

Jiang Xiaoyue handed Leqin a goose feather, "Sister Leqin, I'll teach you Arabic numerals first."

Le Qin sat beside Jiang Xiaoyue and nodded.

"This is 1, read one"

Leqin followed Jiang Xiaoyue in a strange way.

The smile on Jiang Xiaoyue's mouth gradually widened, how could she feel like a three-year-old child.

However, Leqin is not an ordinary three-year-old child. It took only one tea time for Leqin to master Arabic numerals.

Jiang Xiaoyue didn't know how Leqin's first genius of the mainland came from that time. This memory almost made her the memory queen feel ashamed.

The red show on the side looked at Leqin with admiration. She knew that when the young lady taught her to know Arabic numerals, she had studied for more than ten days, but the Leqin girl only spent a tea.

Jiang Xiaoyue gave Leuqin the division of the 99th multiplication.

Musical instruments that can only use addition and subtraction were somewhat shocked after Jiang Xiaoyue introduced this method.

She has lived for more than a hundred years, and never knew that the accounts could still be calculated in this way, and if she used this method to calculate the accounts, her speed of looking at the books would definitely increase by several dozen times.

She looked seriously at the little girl in front of her again. The little girl in front of her was just a 13-year-old woman. She was born in a farmhouse and had never attended a college since she was a child.

Born into a fairy body, she has no less than her memory, and she is extremely clever. This is just a genius girl thinking of Qingyue's status in the world. She finally understands a bit. No wonder her little girl can Years of rapid rise in Yue Xuan Kingdom, spreading the Qinglong Bao throughout the entire month of Xuan Kingdom.

If such a brilliant person cannot do it, I am afraid no one in this world can do it.

If she weren't Ji Ji of her son, she really wanted to accept this little girl as an apprentice, but it was cheap Xiao Ding (Master of Jiang Xiaoyue, Xiao Lao) that guy, who would have thrown this girl at Yue Xuan, if she had Apprentice, she will definitely teach her well.

Jiang Xiaoyue looked at Leqin like a wolf and looked at her. She couldn't help but pretend to be a bullied little daughter. "Sister Leqin, I will be scared if you look at me like this, but I've been married."

Leqin stunned before she could tell what she meant, and couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Xiaoyue was stunned when she looked at Leqin's smile. She had known that Leqin was beautiful, but she never knew she would be so charming when she laughed.

"Sister Leqin, you look so nice"

"Just your mouth is sweet"

Leqin put a smile on her face. "Little girl, you don't want to be the fifth child of the boy?"

What does Leqin mean to test her?

Jiang Xiaoyue smiled, "Of course, I'm only 13 this year. Where is the age of marriage?"

Le Qin nodded, indeed, the daughter of most people was only 16 years of age, making it unsuitable for Qingyue to be a son of five.

Le Qin smiled briefly, I'm afraid it's not just this one.

"Don't you think this is better?"

Jiang Xiaoyue looked at Leqin's deep smile. Is this better?

Looking at Jiang Xiaoyue's doubtful appearance, Leqin added: "You must wait until the marriageable age for the ceremony of Zhou Gong."

Jiang Xiaoyue patted his head and smiled, "Yes, why didn't I think of it?"

"So you don't have to leave here in a hurry. The aura here is the most abundant place in the entire Tianxuan continent. You can seize the opportunity."

Jiang Xiaoyue's mind sounded the music of a piano.

Jiang Xiaoyue scratched her eyes. Why did Le Qin say this to her and tell her with divine knowledge because she was afraid she would hear it?

Isn't she a son of a son?

At this time, Leqin looked at the sky and asked softly, "How is Xiao Ding's life?"

Jiang Xiaoyue looked at Leqin. Is she and Master the same? Did she remind her because of this.

Le Qin's words are very good. She could stay here as Wu Ji. The aura here is more than ten times richer than other places. If she stays here to practice, upgrading to Xuanzong will definitely not take much time.

However, this is not what she likes, and she does not want to live under such an identity.

"I haven't seen you for a long time with Master," Jiang Xiaoyue sighed and returned.

Le Qin looked at Jiang Xiaoyue and did not speak again.

She turned away and walked a few steps and turned back to Jiang Xiaoyue and said, "My son will not come again today."

After speaking, she left the hall.

Jiang Xiaoyue meditated in the hall alone for a moment, then washed up and went to bed.

However, one night she did not sleep, but sat in bed to practice mystery.

Although she doesn't plan to stay here, she can use the time to stay here to cultivate and improve some. Somehow, it is not the style of her generation of adulterers to make it cheaper.

"Miss, how did you get up so early today?" Hongxiu asked in confusion while helping Jiang Xiaoyue comb her hair.

Jiang Xiaoyue yawned, "What got up early, your lady, I haven't slept yet"

Hongxiu stopped the movement in her hand and looked at Jiang Xiaoyue worriedly, "Miss, how can you do this, you should go to bed and rest"

Jiang Xiaoyue shook his head. "No need, Hongxiu, the aura here is abundant. Do you have to hurry to cultivate?"

Hongxiu also learned to cultivate mystery later. Although her qualifications are not good, after taking the holy mysterious fruit leaf given by Jiang Xiaoyue, the speed of her meridian training is naturally not comparable to ordinary people. Has also cultivated to the class of the mysterious Jiuxing. If she has enough energy, it will be more convenient to manage her account by then.

Hongxiu nodded and didn't persuade, because she knew the formula made by the young lady, and what she said would generally not change easily.

"Miss, they said we will stay here forever. But what if you are not in Qingfu, Qinglongbaopu?" Hongxiu continued to comb for Jiang Xiaoyue.

Jiang Xiaoyue smiled, "We won't stay here for long."

"Who won't stay here for a long time?" A voice like the sound of a man, Ganquan's flowing voice sounded.

Hongxiu immediately stepped aside and bowed her head.

Jiang Xiaoyue glanced at the red show aside.

But one day, Hongxiu's attitude towards that person became so respectful. It seemed that he was overwhelming.

Jiang Xiaoyue didn't look back, she picked up Hongxiu and placed it on the dresser and combed her hair.

The long black hair was dragged to the hips, and although it looked beautiful, it was troublesome to handle. At first, she wanted to cut it down and make her hair fresh, but she was stopped by Zhang.

Suddenly, the wooden comb in her hand was snatched by a long, fair hand.

"Why don't you answer?" The son held a wooden comb and began to comb his hair for Jiang Xiaoyue gently.

Jiang Xiaoyue yawned and said lazily, "What are you talking about?"

The son smiled, and skillfully picked up a bunch of blue hair in his right hand, holding another one in his left hand, and randomly gave her a woman's hair.

Jiang Xiaoyue lifted her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, and couldn't help but smile slightly. There was irony deep in her eyes.

"Uncle often sends hair to others, so good"

The boy smiled and said nothing. .

He magically took a plum jade from his hand and inserted it into her bun.

Jiang Xiaoyue didn't refuse, but was a little surprised. How did the boy know what she liked?

Also, what do they not know about the Pavilion.

"Uncle, have you eaten yet?" Jiang Xiaoyue asked mischievously.

Since she's going to be pure, she has to finish the show.

The boy watched her and shook his head.

Seeing him shaking his head, Jiang Xiaoyue seemed very excited, "Uncle, let me cook for you"

The son seemed to smile, "You don't need to rest?"

Jiang Xiaoyue's heart sank. He even knew that she practiced one night last night. It seemed that every move in the palace this month was under his surveillance.

"No need, uncle, you wait, half of the column time is good" Jiang Xiaoyue walked out with a smile.

The son looked at the hurried figure and couldn't help laughing.

He was so diligent that he was really uncomfortable, but it was also impatient.

Without half a column of incense, Jiang Xiaoyue returned with two bowls of porridge.

The son looked behind Jiang Xiaoyue.

Jiang Xiaoyue looked back, there was nothing.

She suddenly understood, "It's just this porridge. It shouldn't be too greasy for breakfast, so I just made porridge."

Come to think of it, this person is used to not less than a hundred dishes per meal, so he thought there were other dishes to be served.

The son nodded.

Jiang Xiaoyue put the porridge in front of the son, took a spoon, put it in a bowl, and sat next to him.

She filled a spoonful of porridge with a spoon and blew gently with her mouth.

At this moment, she saw the boy's brows frown.

Jiang Xiaoyue looked at him doubtfully, and did not understand what was offending him.

She continued to blow the porridge in the spoon. She prefers cooler porridge.

"My dear doesn't like porridge that others have blown," said the boy frowning.

Jiang Xiaoyue's gestures in one hand, he did not like the porridge that others have blown, what does it mean?

When she saw the boy frowning at the porridge in her hand, she suddenly understood.

The man must have thought that the porridge he had prepared for him.

Where does he come from?

Although she was going to please the man, she didn't want to send him all the food to please him.

However, since he had misunderstood her, she did not dare to pierce it. Now that he wanted to eat her, he would eat it, wouldn't it be a spoonful of porridge.

Jiang Xiaoyue smiled at his son, "a little bit hot"

Then, she handed the porridge to his mouth.

The boy tilted his head, "too much"