Qiao Qiqi

Mum ran away, dad's crippled, and I'm about to be sold to a brothel.
Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you've taken from me, regurgitate it.
If you've seized what's mine, return it.
All scumbags, clear off.
A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: "My lady, if you're this fiery and domineering at night, your husband..."
Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: "My dear, come warm the bed~"

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

Yang Ye decided not to consider Martial Arts for the time being, as Tong Sanlang's instruction was sufficient for Yang Zheng.


After all, Yang Zheng was destined to become an Emperor and couldn't devote too much time exclusively to the study of Martial Arts.


It would be better to learn some medical and poison skills. Being adept at both medicine and poison, coupled with decent Martial Arts, is akin to a lite version of Bei Lingsu.


If Yang Zheng could grow into such a person, perfect!


The more he thought about it, the happier Yang Ye became, his smile nearly reaching the roots of his ears, "Don't worry, miss, all your expenses in Daqi are on me!"


"Don't mention it, not at all." Yang Ye waved his hand dismissively, "You've had a hard journey, come on, let's go back to the camp to rest. Qiao Xiaomai has discovered a couple of new delicacies these days that are extremely delicious; you simply must try them."


Chapter 1138: Let's Go Back to Beijing_1