s wouldn't go in. If this temple was run by a female Daoist nun, it would indeed be inconvenient for male guests to enter.If you think "Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan" is good, please copy and paste the followi...Qin Luo'yan's tears fell in an instant, she choked back sobs, but couldn't utter a single sound. In her blurry vision, she saw Xiao Yujing waving his little arms with cuteness.

"Little Yu Jing..." she murmured softly, but she didn't know what to say. Finally, she could only let out a long sigh and press a kiss on Little Yu Jing's forehead.

The weather has been getting colder.

After a night of rain, white snow began to fall on the morning. The snow wasn't heavy, but after falling gently for half a day, it covered the entire world in a mesmerizing blanket of white.

Purple su put some charcoal in the house and opened a crack in the window for ventilation. As soon as the wind blew, the embers in the charcoal began to flicker and fade.

"Madam, the wind is chilly at the door. Why don't you come in and sit for a while" Zisu tucked a hand warmer into Qin Luoyan's hand and couldn't help but let out a sigh. For three days straight, the madam hadn't stepped out of this room, only standing at the door from time to time, gazing out at the world beyond.

Sometimes, she seemed to be gazing at the horizon. At other times, she appeared to be watching the leaves flutter down from the swaying trees in the courtyard. But more often than not, her eyes were unfocused, like a hollow shell devoid of a soul.

Qin Luoyan seemed not to hear Zi Su's words, completely motionless, not even blinking her eyes.

Purple Su helplessly shook her head, then took the cloak and draped it over her. "Madam, even if you're sad, you still have to take care of your own body. You are not alone now, think of Xiao Yujing..."

When Qin Luoyan mentioned Xiao Yujing, her eyes finally cleared up. She murmured softly, "Yujing..." If it weren't for Xiao Yujing, she would have wanted to leave this place long ago.

"Right, the little master should be done with his milk. I'll go get him." Zisu patted her forehead and walked towards the door.

Qin Luo'yan said nothing, just standing silently, as if nothing had to do with her. Her whole body exuded a kind of poignant detachment from the world.

Outside the courtyard, Zhou Li and Chen the blacksmith stood under an umbrella respectfully waiting. After a while, Jin Mu came out and led the two men into the courtyard.

Several people went straight to Fu Zimo's study and saw Fu Zimo, who was haggard and pale behind the desk, holding a pen and drawing something. Both of them were startled, as no one had ever seen Fu Zimo so depressed.

Both of them felt a jolt in their hearts, growing even more cautious with their breaths, fearing that the slightest mistake would anger this obviously abnormal master.

"My Lord, since these past few days you've forbidden us from disturbing the Consort, Chen and I have tried making a metal whip on our own. However, it was designed by the Consort, and some of the characters on her blueprints don't seem to be from our continent. Chen and I have studied them for a long time but are still unclear about their meaning." Zhou Li knelt respectfully on the ground, his eyes still filled with confusion as he spoke.

"Isn't this our mainland script" Fu Zimu finally raised his head slowly.

However, the moment he looked up, Zhou Li and Chen the blacksmith were even more shocked. The man's eyes were dull, his face filled with a palpable sense of dejection. This expression was something no one would have expected to see on Fu Zi Mo's face one day.

Their hearts pounded in their chests, and they suddenly regretted coming here. However, since Fu Zimu asked them a question, they dared not remain silent. They could only grit their teeth and say: "Yes, especially some curved and intricate characters. We guessed they were probably numbers or something similar. Chen the Blacksmith and I really couldn't figure it out. Seeing that there are only two days left until the deadline set by the Emperor, we are very anxious, so we came to discuss with Madam Fu."

Actually, they came two days ago, but were refused by the Consort because she was resting her health. Time is pressing, so they had no choice but to come together and ask Fu Zi Mo for help.

For a craftsman who is dedicated to mastering the art of weapon making, being stuck at a bottleneck when they are so close to creating a formidable weapon is incredibly frustrating. It can be more agonizing than death itself.

Fu Zi Mo tilted his head, deep in thought, so engrossed that he almost forgot he was holding the calligraphy brush. It wasn't until a drop of ink fell from the brush onto the white paper, creating a glaring stain, that he came to his senses.

"Jin Mu, take them to see Consort Xi. If...if she is still willing to do what this king has instructed her to do, then send her to the weapons workshop. If she is not willing, none of you can force her." Fu Zi Mo put down the brush in his hand, frowning at the painting ruined by ink. On the painting, Qin Luo Yan's face had only been painted halfway, unfortunately...

He felt a tightness in his chest, crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it to the ground. There were already no fewer than a hundred crumpled balls of paper on the floor.

Jin Mu took the order and, with Zhou Li and Chen the blacksmith, went to the back courtyard's guest rooms. As soon as they stepped out of Fu Zi Mo's study, Zhou Li eagerly grabbed Jin Mu, "General Jin Mu, what happened to Your Highness Was it Consort Wang who angered him"

"No." Kaneki's steps faltered, his expression shifting. "Quite the opposite, it was the King that upset the Consort, and these past few days the Consort hasn't been seen with the King."

“Ah…” Both Zhou Li and Chen the Blacksmith gaped in astonishment. A wife giving her husband a cold shoulder was something possible in ordinary households, but for it to happen in the royal family It was simply unthinkable! Not even in wealthy merchant families would a wife dare give her husband such treatment.

This side's princess, she actually slapped Martial Proclamation King in the face, and Martial Proclamation King is very distressed because of this

Zhou Li and Chen the blacksmith looked at each other, both seeing a message in each other's eyes: in the days to come, they must show even greater respect to this noble concubine! She was the true mistress of the household, a figure even their master feared.

But, I really didn't expect that the mighty King Wuxuan would be someone who fears his wife…

With their hearts filled with emotion, the two of them unknowingly arrived at the backyard. Normally, men were not allowed into the backyard, but these past few days Qin Luo Yan had been staying indoors and refusing to leave, so they were reluctantly permitted entry.

Two people walked to the wing room not far away and saw a woman standing under the porch. Compared to a few days ago, her complexion was paler, and there seemed to be a kind of despair in her eyes that made people shudder just by looking at it.

Qin Luoyan also saw them, she slightly frowned, wanting to turn around and close the door.

Zhou Li, seeing the situation, rushed over immediately and knelt before her, "Consort, I and Master Chen made a sample, but it seems to be different from what you designed, so I would like to ask you to take a look."

Qin Luoyan's movements paused, her head bowed low. After a while, she said: "From now on, don't come to me with these things anymore... He doesn't deserve me to do anything for him."

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