After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

It was easy for him to say, but Yan Changqing was secretly worried in his heart.

The conditions in South City are limited, and the overall environment is even worse than that of ordinary people's homes, let alone the Princess's Mansion.

Huang Laoshi giving up his bedroom to them was already the highest courtesy.

only……

Yan Changqing couldn't help but think of what Qin Yaoguang had told him last night that she wanted to divorce.

Ten years later, she no longer liked him.

Even if he wanted to make amends, he didn't know where to start.

But he realized belatedly that he had begun to care more and more about her, without knowing when.

Yan Changqing was about to lose this relationship before he could even figure it out.

There was nothing he could do except cherish the last moments with her.

So, in this situation, sleeping with her on the same pillow made him feel deeply uneasy.

Seeing Yan Changqing was silent, Huang Laoshi scratched the back of his head and said, "I have asked my wife to replace the sheets with new ones. You and your wife can use them without worry."

He looked a little embarrassed.

Qin Yaoguang couldn't bear it, so she said gently, "In that case, thank you in advance."

They are guests here, asking for something, so how can they complain about the host's simple living conditions?

She looked at Yan Changqing with dissatisfaction, with a look of reproach in her eyes.

Yan Changqing felt bitter, but as long as she didn't mind, it was fine.

There were three rooms in total. Mr. and Mrs. Huang Laoshi gave their bed to Yan Changqing and Qin Yaoguang, and shared one with the children.

Yan Shouzhuo and the second and third brothers shared a room, and his personal guards made two beds on the floor.

Qingbai had no intention of sleeping indoors.

She was used to sleeping in the open air, so she found a branch to rest on and also took on the responsibility of being on guard.

"It's still early, you should get some sleep and get enough rest."

In the dim candlelight, Yan Changqing made the bed and said to Qin Yaoguang, "I'll call you before we leave."

Knowing the seriousness of the matter, Qin Yaoguang didn't argue with him, got into the quilt, and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I'm used to it in the barracks. I just need to sit."

Yan Changqing brought a wooden chair and sat at the head of the bed. He condensed his true energy at his fingertips, and instantly a wisp of extremely precise finger wind shot out and extinguished the candle.

Qin Yaoguang was holding the quilt and saw his actions clearly.

In the darkness, her eyes twinkled, especially bright and curious.

Could this be the legendary martial arts master?

"No. 1 in the world."

Inevitably, Qing Bai's words emerged in Qin Yaoguang's mind.

After a moment, she gave up struggling, turned over and asked Yan Changqing: "Did you just hit the cow from a distance?"

Forgive her for not being able to think of any suitable adjective.

Yan Changqing was startled, his broad chest shook, and a low laugh rang out in the narrow room.

Where did she seem to have heard this voice before?

The thought just flashed through her mind, but was suppressed by her curiosity: "What is that?"

The most novel thing that Qin Yaoguang found when he came to ancient times was the magical martial arts.

For example, the last time Yan Changqing was seriously injured in the cave, he miraculously recovered after taking a pill.

A few days later, he was able to come to the imperial farm to recuperate.

It is said that it will take a hundred days to heal a broken bone. This is totally unscientific!

Because of the darkness, she couldn't help but move towards Yan Changqing while asking.

Unexpectedly, his arms were empty and Qin Yaoguang fell down suddenly.

It turned out that her bed was much narrower than the one Qin Yaoguang was used to sleeping on, and she had reached the edge of the bed without realizing it.

"careful!"

As the voice appeared, Yan Changqing caught her.

The warmth and softness of her body in his arms made him stiffen for a moment, then he gently put her back on the bed.

Qin Yaoguang only felt her cheeks getting hot.

How embarrassing!

Fortunately it was dark, otherwise she would really like to be an ostrich.

What's that sentence called?

I was so embarrassed that I dug out the entire Pacific Ocean with my toes.

In fact, ever since Yue Lu's death, she has rarely thought about modern things.

It was as if she was just the eldest princess of Leyang, devoting herself wholeheartedly to her current life, thinking about how to avenge Yue Lu.

My heart feels heavy, as if a huge rock is pressing on it.

After being interrupted by Yan Changqing, she seemed to relax for no reason and regained her lively nature.

"It's not about hitting the bull from a distance."

Yan Changqing's voice sounded: "It's just a way to use internal force."

He explained in a serious tone, which gradually made Qin Yaoguang's embarrassment fade away and made her feel particularly safe.

Qin Yaoguang's eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness in the room. In the night, she could barely make out his tall figure sitting beside the bed.

Hearing his voice, Qin Yaoguang yawned slightly, and then couldn't resist the tiredness and fell into a deep sleep.

The bed was hard, but the quilt was dry and warm.

Her breathing gradually became longer and longer, and Yan Changqing looked at her.

His eyesight is unmatched by ordinary people.

Although things in the dark are not as clear as in the daytime, you can still see them clearly.

He placed his hands on his knees, twisted his fingers lightly, and simply circulated the Qi in his body.

People who practice martial arts need less sleep than ordinary people.

The effect of meditation practice is better than the quality of sleep.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang"

From the empty street came the sound of the night watchman's clapper.

It's midnight.

Yan Changqing gathered his inner strength, took out a fire starter and lit the candle.

"Madam, wake up."

Qin Yaoguang opened her eyes in a daze, and when her gaze fell on the top of the simple wooden bed, she suddenly woke up.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"It's just the third watch."

She sat up suddenly, and couldn't help complaining: "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"I have sent someone ahead."

Yan Changqing took out a set of clothes prepared by Wu Erniang and gave it to Qin Yaoguang, saying, "We are all strangers, and it would be too conspicuous at the beginning of the ghost market."

Just when the ghost market was open and everyone inside had let down their guard, they sneaked in without being conspicuous.

He had changed into a set of coarse linen clothes and wrapped his head with a turban, hiding his entire face in shadow.

Even his body shape has changed slightly, with a slightly hunched back and a loose spine, and only an ordinary machete on his waist, looking like a desperate gangster.

Qin Yaoguang looked at it in some surprise.

This was not the first time she had seen Yan Changqing in disguise.

In other words, she'd seen him in more disguises than in more formal attire.

Each time, it is slightly different. Yan Changqing will adjust his body shape and temperament according to his disguise to match his disguised identity.

Why would he want to be a general? Being a spy is more suitable for him.

Double agents are the best if they are challenging.

Qin Yaoguang thought so and looked at him with twinkling eyes.

Yan Changqing's cheeks were slightly hot when she looked at him, and he reached out to push the door: "I'll wait for you outside."

Qin Yaoguang came back to his senses when he heard the door creak. He suddenly realized: Just now, did he behave a little like a nymphomaniac?

This misunderstanding is quite big...

She thought frantically for a moment, feeling somewhat powerless.