Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1134: Chapter 1134: It’s a Good Day for a Contest_1 Chapter 1134: Chapter 1134: It’s a Good Day for a Contest_1 Tong Sanlang and Yang Wenxiao didn’t return until dinner time, both of them wore unpleasant expressions on their faces.

After having dinner and going back to the rear hall, Tong Sanlang told Qiao Xiaomai about the specifics: Yang Wang claimed he knew nothing about the Hellfire Flower, and weeping over his past mistakes, he emotionally appealed to Yang Wenxiao, begging for forgiveness.

He would rather suffer in the borderlands than be trapped in the modest confines of the Prince’s estate for a lifetime.

Yang Wenxiao’s trip this time was purely a waste, listening to garbage talk.

“The retired emperor has already sent for the head of the Liu Family,” he said.

Previously elated by the news of the Divine Liquid, Yang Wenxiao had banished all those from the Liu Family to mend roads; but now, since Emperor Yong’an and his group hadn’t exhibited withdrawal symptoms within the expected timeframe, Yang Wenxiao felt uneasy and had people bring the Liu Family members back.

“He has always felt guilty towards His Majesty,” Tong Sanlang reflected upon the sorrowful look in Yang Wenxiao’s eyes, unconsciously clenching his teeth.

Though today’s traditional medicine was a decoy and he had long anticipated Bai Zhi and Zhao Lan’s actions, Zhang Family’s attack still deeply wounded him.

All parents aren’t the same, why is there such a difference?

Seeing his face, Qiao Xiaomai knew he was troubled inside; she lifted her arms and embraced him, “You still have me!”

She had no friends, no family ties – Tong Sanlang was everything to her.

And Tong Sanlang, aside from her, also had Tong Tiehu, Deng Chun, and Ya Wuxia for family, friendship, and love.

That was already very good!

Tong Sanlang also realized this. Compared to some, he might fall short, but compared to others, he had more than enough. He curled his lips into a smile, “It’s okay, let’s rest early. The culinary contest is tomorrow.”

“No rush, I’ve prepared everything that needs to be ready,” Qiao Xiaomai said, tilting her head up, and asked, “How many times did you look at that woman today?”

This change of topic was quite unexpected, Tong Sanlang was slightly surprised, “I closed my eyes the moment she began undressing.”

“Did she touch you?” Qiao Xiaomai continued to ask.

“Hmm… Apart from when she dragged me into the room, her hand also touched my calf, and then I immediately called out,” Tong Sanlang looked straight into her eyes, his expression steadfast as though making a vow, “In my eyes, other than you, all other women are dry bones!”

“I can only admire and appreciate your beauty, everything else is a White Bone Demon.”

In recent days, he had been shut in his room, trying to come up with a novel, but due to a lack of reading many novels, he was utterly uninspired. So, Qiao Xiaomai brought out the Four Great Classical Novels.

Among them, she was most familiar with “Journey to the West,” and it just so happened that they were discussing the White Bone Demon yesterday, which he promptly used now.

“Really, although these people wear skins on the outside, their insides are all dry bones.”

Qiao Xiaomai, seeing his earnest demeanor, couldn’t help but snicker, “You’re casting too wide a net. Some girls have not coveted you, why do you call them dry bones?”

“Any woman who covets my beauty is dry bones, a White Bone Demon,” Tong Sanlang quickly amended.

Qiao Xiaomai extended an arm and poked his chest, “That’s more like it.”

The two slaps she had given Zhao Lan today had vented nearly all the frustration she’d been holding inside.

If things went as expected, both Zhao Lan and Lady Zhao would be sent to endure hard labor. God forbid they end up in her hands, for she would grant them slaps continuously, just as she had done today to the mother and daughter.

After a brief chat, the couple promptly washed up and went to bed.

The next day, the weather was clear, the sky cloudless, with a gentle breeze in the air that felt pleasant against the face; Qiao Xiaomai squinted her eyes slightly.

It was a good day, suitable for making a grand entrance for the chilies.