After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Because of Zhao Yuying's accident, everyone lost interest in taking a boat trip that night.

After dinner, I went straight back to the palace to rest.

There was some awkwardness between Song Ling and Han Feiyu, and no one knew whether it was because of the fight or because of the term "Daoist partner".

After saying goodbye to Li Wen, they just walked into Song Ling's bedroom and saw the Queen Mother sitting in the yard with a rattan whip in her hand and a golden sword in her hand.

"Get over here, you little bastard!"

Song Ling turned around and ran out, but Han Feiyu happened to be standing behind him, and the two of them bumped into each other.

Chu Xinglan looked at the Queen's fiery eyes and felt that he understood something.

Seeing that the whip was about to hit Song Ling, Song Ling glared at him so hard that his eyelids were about to cramp.

He resigned himself to his fate and stepped forward, stopping the whip, and looked at the queen obediently.

"Aunt Lian, why are you so angry?"

The queen glared at the two people still lying on the ground, then walked back to her chair and sat down.

"Do you think what he did was reasonable?"

"If he can't marry, he has to make an enemy? Is this what a prince should do?"

Song Ling got up from the ground, hid behind the door of the bedroom, and poked his head out.

"This is not my fault. I explained everything to them. It was Han Feiyu who insisted on talking nonsense!"

The queen sneered, "Ah, you are no longer the Sixth Prince, so you can't marry?"

Chu Xinglan glared at Song Ling and moved closer to the queen.

"Aunt Lian, isn't this just an excuse? Song Ling will always be your child, and Cang Qiong Mountain doesn't care about severing worldly ties. If a person has no roots, how can he walk peacefully?"

"However, Song Ling and Miss Zhao are really not suitable now. It won't be a problem for Song Ling to live for hundreds of years. You can't let him be a widow at such a young age, right?"

"Won't you be the one who feels bad then?"

Song Ling also realized at this time that his mother was angry that he said he wanted to break off relations with her.

He was no longer afraid and moved forward with a playful smile.

"Mother, even if I don't cultivate immortality anymore, I can't deny you! Mother is the most important person to me. I miss you every day in Cangqiong Mountain."

The Queen's expression visibly relaxed and she pinched Song Ling's nose.

"What nonsense!"

"Next time you encounter this kind of thing, just push it to the Queen Mother and tell her that your marriage is up to her and she will handle it. Do you understand?"

Chu Xinglan raised his eyebrows: "Anything else?"

"Well, when he was a kid, whenever he got along well with someone, he would tell that person that he would marry that person when he grew up, whether it was a boy or a girl."

Chu Xinglan and the others were stunned. Did Song Ling have such ideas when he was a child? He was very secretive!

Even Song Ling himself was confused. On the one hand, he really had no recollection of it. On the other hand, he was also ashamed of having his own mother expose his dark history in front of her friends.

The queen seemed to suddenly think of something and glanced at Han Feiyu inconspicuously.

"Ling'er, do you really like men?"

"Feiyu is a good boy."

Although it is just two short sentences and it seems that nothing is said, the profound meaning contained in them is so profound that it can basically be regarded as an explicit statement.

Han Feiyu got goosebumps all over his body and stammered, "Aunt Lian, it's nothing. I just wanted to tease Song Ling today."

"Aunt Lian, I was wrong. I didn't think enough and caused you trouble."

Xun Wenguang, the good boy, also came out to explain: "I said the wrong thing first, otherwise there would be no such things later, and Song Ling could solve it himself. Aunt Lian, I'm sorry."

Only then did Song Ling realize what his mother had said and he immediately went crazy.

"Mother, how could I like this bastard! I am already annoyed with him!"

"I don't have anyone I like yet!"

He really didn't dare to imagine what it would be like if he and Han Feiyu became a Taoist couple. He was afraid that one of them would be killed on the street the next day!

Han Feiyu was unhappy at this time: "Why do you dislike me? What's wrong with me?"

The two started arguing again over this sentence.

The queen looked at him with a smile for a while, then stood up. Chu Xinglan quickly stepped forward and took her arm.

"Auntie Lian, I'll take you there."

Chu Xinglan didn't stop until he walked out of the palace and sent the queen onto the sedan chair.

The queen, who had already taken two steps out, suddenly turned back and said with a smile.

"Xinglan, aren't they a good match? They're a pair of happy enemies!"

After saying that, she turned her head and was carried out by the palace servants out of Chu Xinglan's sight.

After Chu Xinglan came back, he was too lazy to pay attention to the two people who were still arguing and went straight back to his room.

After a day, he was a little tired, so he took his clothes and planned to take a bath in the hot spring pool behind the temple.

The warm water flowed gently over his body, making him relax completely.

He leaned against the pool, closed his eyes, and fell asleep soon.

Sang Yunqi stayed in the Imperial Master's Mansion for a day and went straight to the Imperial Palace when he came out. With his skills, it was very easy for him to avoid being discovered.

Xuan Ling originally wanted him to stay at the Imperial Master's Mansion, but he directly refused. Sleeping alone would not be as comfortable as sleeping with his disciple in his arms.

After sensing the location of his little disciple, Sang Yunqi landed directly beside the hot spring pool.

After a casual glance, his eyes fell on the figure in the pool and he couldn't move his eyes away.

Chu Xinglan closed his eyes and slept soundly.

His thick eyelashes, as thick as crow feathers, covered his lively eyes, and the steaming heat dyed his fair cheeks pink.

Because of the hot spring bath, Chu Xinglan was only wearing a loose red inner garment. Under the impact of the water, the collar of the garment had spread out, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small piece of white chest.

The wet clothes clung to his body, and the smooth and distinct muscle lines were clearly visible underneath.

Chu Xinglan moved in the pool as if he was feeling uncomfortable. Sang Yunqi then came to his senses and looked away.

After waiting for a long time and not hearing any surprised voice from his little disciple, Sang Yunqi looked over again and found that Chu Xinglan had just changed his posture.

"..."

Sang Yunqi coughed lightly and shouted in a slightly hoarse voice: "Xinglan, get up and go back to sleep."

"Xinglan?"

After shouting for a long time and seeing no response from Chu Xinglan, Sang Yunqi slowly walked forward and pulled Chu Xinglan out of the hot spring pool.

Worried that he would catch a cold, he took out a coat from the space and put it on him.

Chu Xinglan smelled a familiar and reassuring fragrance, opened his eyes hazily, and glanced at him: "Master, I'm so sleepy."

Sang Yunqi subconsciously tightened his grip around his knee, then quickly loosened it.

"Well, I'll carry you back to sleep."

After using his spiritual sense to sense for a while, he soon sensed the presence of his disciple in a room.

Sang Yunqi teleported directly into Chu Xinglan's room, tore off Chu Xinglan's wet clothes, and stuffed him into the quilt.

The slender jade-like fingers passed through Chu Xinglan's wet black hair, drying and straightening it with strands of spiritual power.

Only then did he lift the corner of the quilt, crawl in, and hug his little disciple's slender and flexible waist with satisfaction.