Filial piety: the supreme emperor

Lu Ran smiled softly and said, "Aunt Rong, go take a shower first. I'll be out for a while."

After saying that, he picked up the whimpering little fox and the basket of fish in his arms, left the room, and stood outside the corridor waiting.

He accompanied Aunt Rong for a whole day, and before they knew it, it had darkened.

Aunt Rong is a person who is particularly particular about cleanliness. Even if she doesn't sweat at all during the day, she will want to take a good bath to remove the little bit of dust on her body.

The superior room they were in was very spacious and equipped with two beds. However, when it came to taking a bath, although there were special bathroom facilities, Lu Ran, as a man, should still avoid it.

Under the candlelight, the figure waiting at the door can be clearly seen.

"Ran'er is so considerate!"

A warmth welled up in Qu Qirong's heart. She walked into the bathroom, slowly took off her clothes, embroidered shoes and thin socks, and then slowly sank into the wooden barrel filled with flowers.

She understood why Lu Ran had to wait outside. Since her cultivation was still shallow and she was in an unfamiliar place, Lu Ran obviously did this to avoid any unexpected situations that might arise.

The water ripples, and the arms with skin as white as cream wave, causing ripples in the water. Flowers float on the water, which is extremely beautiful.

In the mist, a blush appeared on Qu Qirong's beautiful face, her eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of moisture, and her slightly upturned plump red lips showed her mood at the moment.

Feeling the comfort brought by the temperature of the water, she leaned on the edge of the bathtub, her wet long hair falling naturally, revealing the lazy style of a mature and noble woman.

Looking back on what had happened recently, Qu Qirong's mood gradually became subtle.

At first, because of the Princess of Zhenbei, she became acquainted with Lu Ran, and she just wanted to take care of him more and give him something to rely on.

But as time went by, she found that her nephew could live well even without her care.

On the contrary, as an elder, she has troubled this filial younger generation many times.

From the cooperation between the two sects, to the business competition, and then to the later problems of the mind-controlling poison and the sleeping curse, if it weren't for Lu Ran, even if she could solve it, it would cost a huge price.

In this way, Qu Qirong inadvertently found herself becoming more and more dependent on this younger generation, and her feelings for him were also quietly changing.

Many images flashed through my mind:

He hugged her from behind, taught her sketching, and imparted to her the art of [cloud carving and stone engraving]. Every page was vivid, filled with her cloud-carved figure.

There was also the intimate scene when removing the mind-controlling Gu and refining the Yang Sha. It might have been an accident or a coincidence. Qu Qirong could feel the changes in her feelings for Lu Ran.

She has personally experienced this emotion from its initial budding to its growing deeper and stronger state.

"Is this considered love?"

Qu Qirong's face showed both joy and shyness. She stroked her chest and asked herself in a low voice.

Although she had no emotional experience, she was not ignorant of it. At least she had read the explanation in books.

However, from the beginning to the end, she thought it was just the love of the elders for the younger ones.

Qu Qirong was not sure whether she really liked her nephew.

In terms of seniority, she is Lu Ran's aunt;

In terms of age, she is of the same generation as Princess Zhenbei, with only a difference of one or two years.

In other words, in terms of age, she is at least one generation older than Lu Ran, and can even be said to be Lu Ran's mother.

Of course, in the world of practitioners, such examples are not uncommon. After all, practitioners have a very long lifespan.

The most important thing is that she is as close to Princess Zhenbei as sisters, and she is also Lu Ran's elder.

With such a subtle feeling, Qu Qirong always felt that she was a little sorry for Princess Zhenbei.

"Let everything go as it comes!"

Qu Qirong sighed deeply and stopped worrying about these things.

After spending so much time with Lu Ran, she had already figured it out.

Life is short and time flies. As long as you live happily, why bother about what others think?

Those scenes reappeared in her mind: she kissed Lu Ran, he held her heart, and even indulged her unexpectedly, helping him release his desire.

The occurrence of these things has long exceeded the boundaries between the elders and the younger generations.

Her thoughts stayed here, Qu Qirong's heartbeat quickened, her cheeks became hot, and her ears became red.

Inexplicably, she lifted a splash of water with her slender hands and sprinkled it on her plump body, whispering softly, a voice that only she could hear: "Will Ran'er like it?"

She already had the answer to this question.

If he didn't like it, how could my nephew have such a beautiful idea?

Qu Qirong clenched her teeth, her cheeks slightly red, and whispered softly: "Bad boy, you only know how to do bad things to Aunt Rong!"

At this moment, Lu Ran, who was outside, naturally had no idea what Aunt Rong was thinking.

He was teasing the little fox in his arms while listening to the conversation of the cultivators downstairs.

From their conversation, the most discussed topic was the sight of the flying cod and the story of the legendary lingcod king.

“I don’t know whether it’s true or not!”

Lu Ran touched the little fox's tail and muttered something in a low voice.

"Ran'er, you can come in now."

After a long time, a gentle and delicate voice was heard in the room.

Lu Ran casually performed a Yin-Yang magic, covering the entire guest room, then opened the door and walked into the room.

When he is out, he must not lose his guard and remains alert.

With this Yin-Yang Taoist magic blocking the way, no one from outside could enter unless they got his permission, and even spiritual consciousness could not penetrate.

As soon as he entered the room, because the screen in the inner room did not completely block the view, Lu Ran saw Aunt Rong standing in front of the bronze mirror, holding a comb in her hand, and combing her long hair that was still stained with sparkling water droplets.