My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

Returning home this day, the surroundings were already dimly lit. Lin Tan'er had prepared a meal for Gu Lan. After finishing hastily, he was pulled by his wife to the bedroom for cultivation.

Mu Yuyan was determined to redeem herself this time! After all, she had been a cultivation prodigy since childhood.

After being tirelessly trained by Gu Lan for twelve consecutive hours, she was now only a step away from the Saint Realm. She felt confident that tonight she would conquer Gu Lan, truly becoming the master!

...

In the bedroom, after three hours passed, Mu Yuyan gasped for breath. Her face blushed as she softly pleaded, "Wait, wait a moment, Master Gu! I have something to say!"

"Lady, please speak."

"Keep quiet!" she scolded. "What are you talking about? I never interrupt others... Oh, alright!"

"...In the afternoon, I passed by the West Straight Gate and saw an abandoned building for rent. I was thinking, should we reopen the old business and start a teahouse?" Mu Yuyan suggested in a soft voice.

"A teahouse? Do we have enough money to open one?" Gu Lan asked. Although he wasn't short of money himself, it was all in the system space, and he never bothered about the finances at home. He felt that after buying the house, there might not be much left.

Mu Yuyan gently nodded her head. "Yes! Master Gu, don't worry. Yexi has been helping me manage the teahouse for these years, and the business is doing quite well."

"With our family background, it's not a problem to rent a teahouse."

Upon hearing this, Gu Lan's heart moved, and he looked at the female Emperor in his arms with a tender gaze. His fingertips gently brushed across her three thousand strands of hair.

"Lady, thank you for your hard work. I've been studying in the study for all these years and never paid attention to the family business."

Before he could finish his words, Mu Yuyan's slender white jade finger pressed against his lips, and she smiled lightly.

"What are you talking about, Master Gu? This is what I should do! To sell one's literary and martial arts skills to the imperial family and stand out... that is your task."

Standing out is fine! Gu Lan shook his head, looking at her seriously. "That's what others think... My literary and martial arts skills are only sold to you."

See, he's currently selling his martial arts skills! Mu Yuyan chuckled. "Silly, selling them to the imperial family is the same as selling them to me, isn't it?"

"Lady, if running the business is too tiring, then let's not do it. I have enough money to support you," Gu Lan comforted.

"Hmm?" Mu Yuyan blinked her eyes, looking at him with great interest.

He knew that this guy had looted the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he must have quite a bit of hidden wealth! The female Emperor didn't lack money, but the fact that he took the initiative to say it made her feel warm!

"Today, I met Master Zhang Qingwei from the Jixia Literary Academy. I saw many antiques and artifacts in his attic. If I bring one out in the future, it will definitely fetch a good price!"

Gu Lan grinned.

Mu Yuyan: "..."

Why does she feel a bit guilty for introducing him to Master Zhang Qingwei?

"Master Gu, I've rested enough!"

Mu Yuyan spoke while adjusting her breath continuously. At this moment, her physical strength had finally recovered.

"Oh, coming to challenge again? Miss, won't you cry until you see the coffin?" Gu Lan revealed a sly smile.

"Humph!"

Mu Yuyan pouted her rosy lips. Although she had not yet achieved victory, a hint of timidity had crept into her heart. But she still maintained her firm demeanor. After all, she had been the Emperor all day and had to exude a domineering aura.

In the bedroom, the sound of cultivation started once again!

Time passed in a hurry.

After crossing October, the weather in the capital gradually cooled down. Many households had already set up charcoal braziers for warmth, and the Jixia Literary Academy was no exception.

Some scholars, perhaps to inspire themselves in their diligent studies or to attract attention, always enjoyed reading books in the cold wind. When Gu Lan entered the Jixia Literary Academy, he felt a strong "top student" atmosphere, adding a sense of shame to his identity as a mediocre student who often handed in blank papers.

In Zhang Qingwei's loft, the golden beast charcoal burned warmly. Gu Lan said to the little book boy beside him, "Zhongren, in the future, you can't imitate those fools. Diligence is not used in this way."

"Okay!" The little junior brother nodded, indicating that he remembered.

The old master sitting across from Gu Lan smiled helplessly and said slowly, "It might not be appropriate to say that about them, young friend. Among them... there may be talents who will become pillars of the Great Jing in the future."

"Talents for the Great Jing?"

Gu Lan couldn't help but want to laugh, but out of respect for the old man's patriotic feelings, he held back, waved his hand, and said, "I don't care about the Great Jing, and... it's your move in the game!"

A chessboard was placed between the two, and they were currently playing. Gu Lan played the black pieces, and Zhang Qingwei played the white pieces. At this moment, the chessboard was filled with a sea of black, with white pieces piled up like mountains on the side.

"Ah!" Zhang Qingwei sighed. "I didn't expect the young friend's chess skills to be so superb. I have lost... You can choose anything you like from the room!"

Gu Lan grinned. "Master's chess skills are already excellent!"

Gu Lan picked a sky-blue porcelain, had Zhongren put it away, and gave the old man an encouraging look.

Zhang Qingwei felt a bit depressed. In his youth, he was both proficient in literature and chess. Although he couldn't be called the number one in chess in the Great Jing, he was close.

Unexpectedly, in Gu Lan's hands, he lost continuously for several days without winning a single round. Of course, he didn't know that Gu Lan had copied a chess manual after hearing that he liked playing chess.

The system directly added +999 to his chess skills, and Zhongren, the young master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, was helping with the calculations. The old man really had no chance of winning!

"This porcelain should be worth quite a bit of money, right?" Gu Lan looked around, somewhat happy.

At this moment, a familiar and charming voice sounded, "Sir has a good eye. This sky-blue porcelain is from the official kiln of the former Great Jin Dynasty, the favorite of the Jin Dynasty emperor at that time. If it enters the world now, it can be worth at least several thousand taels of gold!"

Gu Lan looked over, and Xiao Fei'er walked gracefully towards them, swaying her waist, her eyebrows and eyes full of charm. She saluted the two men beside the chessboard.

"Miss Xiao."

Gu Lan nodded slightly.

Previously, while chatting with the old man here, Xiao Fei'er was not as lively as before. Her behavior was measured, like a well-behaved young lady, as if her previous actions were all just an act.

Gu Lan's impression of her had improved quite a bit. The address had changed from the unfamiliar "Lady Fei'er" and "Fair Xiao" to just "Miss Xiao."

"I wonder what the sir intends to do after winning the sky-blue porcelain from Master?"

Xiao Fei'er asked with a light smile, "Oh! Your wife has opened a teahouse at home. I don't want her to work so hard, so I thought of earning some money to help with the household expenses."

Gu Lan explained.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Fei'er fell silent instantly, but her heart was sour. He cared about his wife all the time, and he was so handsome.

What kind of ideal husband was this? When would she encounter someone like that... Well, even half of that would be fine!

Xiao Fei'er sighed softly, feeling sorry for herself.

Zhang Qingwei, who didn't know Gu Lan's details, raised his white eyebrows and asked, "Oh? Young friend, do you already have a family?"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I've been married for nearly two years," Gu Lan replied truthfully.

"Oh? Could it be that the exquisite and outstanding poem, 'Feng Qiu Huang,' you previously shared is written for your wife?" Zhang Qingwei speculated, his eyes brightening.

Before the chess game, the two mainly exchanged literary thoughts.

Gu Lan had seen the lifelong effort of the old man, so, of course, he reciprocated by sharing poems and writings from his past life. This was a genuine exchange of literary camaraderie.

"Exactly, and besides that, it is also a musical score for the zither!" Gu Lan admitted frankly.

At this moment, Xiao Fei'er, the top Music Master in the capital, froze upon hearing that it was a musical score.

Her expression stiffened, and her delicate body suddenly trembled. Even though she tried hard to resist, she couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the poetic and picturesque Music Score.

The intense desire in her eyes was about to burst forth, even with her efforts to hold it back.