I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 134: Composing a Poem in 7 Steps

Fang Xiaoxiao swiftly thrust three silver needles into Pei Yan's chest, accurately striking the corresponding acupoints.

Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but she didn't bother to wipe them away, as she was intently observing Pei Yan's reaction.

Pei Yan groaned, his body trembling slightly, but as the silver needles entered his body, his tightly furrowed brows seemed to relax a little.

Fang Xiaoxiao dared not relax for a moment. She then quickly changed her finger techniques, gently twisting the silver needles and controlling the force and rhythm.

Each twist was accompanied by Pei Yan's heavy breathing.

Fang Xiaoxiao could feel the toxins in his body fighting against the power of the silver needles, and her heart raced as she feared any mishap.

Time passed by, and Fang Xiaoxiao's hands began to ache from maintaining the same posture for so long, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered.

Pei Yan's face gradually changed from pale to rosy, and her pained expression slowly eased.

Fang Xiaoxiao breathed a slight sigh of relief, but she knew it wasn't enough; the toxins hadn't been completely eliminated.

She took a deep breath, focused again, and increased the pressure in her hands.

Suddenly, Pei Yan's body jolted violently, and a mouthful of black blood spurted from his mouth.

Fang Xiaoxiao quickly took a handkerchief to wipe his face, her eyes full of concern.

"Hang in there a little longer, it'll be over soon."

Fang Xiaoxiao said softly.

Pei Yan nodded weakly, trying his best to cooperate with Fang Xiaoxiao's treatment.

After a moment, Fang Xiaoxiao slowly pulled out the silver needle and let out a long sigh of relief.

"We've managed to suppress the toxins for now. After a few days of rest, I should be fine."

Fang Xiaoxiao's voice carried a hint of weariness.

Pei Yan looked at her, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He wanted to say something, but in the end he only said one sentence softly.

"Thank you."

He wasn't particularly eloquent; he could only manage to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth.

Fang Xiaoxiao knew his personality well and didn't want to say much. She just nodded silently and accepted his brief thank you.

……

The next morning.

As autumn draws to a close, the weather gradually turns cooler.

Fang Xiaoxiao was wearing a plain-colored long dress, which looked much thicker than before.

She is from the north and finds the southern climate unbearably cold.

If the cold in the north is a physical attack, then simply wearing more clothes is enough to keep warm.

In addition, there are large kang beds in the north. When you get back inside the house and sit on the kang, you even have to take off your extra clothes, otherwise you are prone to heatstroke.

But there are no large kang beds in the south, and this was something we forgot about when we built the house.

The cold in the south is like a magical attack, making people feel extremely uncomfortable, both physically and mentally.

She shivered, trying to warm herself up.

"No, no, it's only late autumn and it's already this cold. What will we do in winter!"

Fang Xiaoxiao shivered, and after warming up a little, she immediately thought of something.

"Why don't we get someone to set up a heated kang (traditional brick bed)? We're going to freeze to death in the winter anyway."

She always does what she thinks of.

Just then, Zhou Wenjian came out of the house.

She immediately shouted.

"Wenjian, come here quickly, let's ride horses together to the long street."

Zhou Wenjian chuckled and strode towards his wife.

The two quickly rode their big black horse toward the long street.

An hour later.

Fang Xiaoxiao stood in front of the Wenyue Pavilion.

At this time, the Wenyue Pavilion was truly closed, and no ordinary person could enter.

Fortunately, the waiter at the door recognized her at a glance.

The waiter quickly stepped forward and greeted him with a smile.

"It's been a long time, Madam Fang. Are you here to see our Manager Zhu?"

"It's a pity, though. The shopkeeper has gone to Jiangnan and probably won't be back for a while."

Fang Xiaoxiao shook her head, indicating that...

"I'm looking for my apprentice, Fatty Chef. Is he here?"

Upon hearing that he wasn't looking for the manager but for the fat cook, the waiter nodded emphatically and smiled.

"Yes, yes."

"The fat chef has been saying every day lately that he wonders why his wife doesn't come to the shop to see him and taste his cooking."

After they finished speaking,

The waiter led the two into the shop.

Looking at the now sparsely populated lobby, Fang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but sigh.

She couldn't understand what Zhu Wen was thinking at all. Why would he abandon a perfectly good business and insist on only entertaining people of high status?

Now, the whole store feels very cold and deserted, without any sense of liveliness.

Despite her feelings, as an outsider, she couldn't really say anything.

With a sigh of resignation, he found an empty seat in a corner of the hall and sat down, waiting for the waiter to call the fat chef over.

This was Zhou Wenjian's first time visiting such a high-end place, and he couldn't help but look around.

When he saw the screen above the stage in the very center of the hall, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"My wife, this is the 'Prelude to Water Melody' you wrote, isn't it!"

He excitedly pointed to the screen and took his wife's hand.

Fang Xiaoxiao turned her head and glanced at it, then nodded, saying nonchalantly.

"Oh, didn't I tell you last time? What's the big deal?"

She felt there was nothing to brag about, so she continued.

"I can compose a poem like this in just seven steps with a little thought."

She wasn't lying. After all, as a time traveler, she had learned the Three Hundred Tang and Song Poems in elementary school. She could just copy one at random and she would be the most awesome person in this world.

It can truly be described as unprecedented and unparalleled.

Just in time.

A familiar voice sounded.

"Haha, what a boastful tone! Madam Fang really amuses this prince."

"To be able to compose a poem in seven steps, isn't that the mark of a genius? This prince really needs to put you to the test!"

"!!!"

"What the hell? This guy is everywhere! He's like a persistent ghost!"

Fang Xiaoxiao looked up at the person coming down the stairs.

Pei Zuo was dressed in gorgeous clothes and held a jade fan, giving him a very elegant and noble air.

When outsiders see him, they can't help but stop and stare, and some might even exclaim, "Wow, so handsome!"

However, in Fang Xiaoxiao's eyes, he was actually quite ordinary, not much different from her husband.

She glanced at it once, then looked away, not wanting to meet its gaze again.

But such a move naturally made Pei Zuo, who was always arrogant and admired by thousands, feel dissatisfied and snorted coldly.

"Madam Fang is quite the character. Not only does she not greet me, but she even pretends to be weak and refuses to see me. Isn't she afraid that I will punish her for disrespect in a fit of anger?"

Fang Xiaoxiao didn't care at all and retorted directly.

"Whether I lower my price or not is none of my business."

She hated those bullies who relied on their status to bully others; they were just spoiled brats who depended on their parents.