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

Chu Xinglan had no idea what happened on Cangqiong Mountain.

He nestled in Sang Yunqi's arms and slept comfortably until dawn.

Looking at the bright sun that had already risen high outside the window, it was obviously getting late. Song Ling and his companions had apparently learned their lesson, and no one dared to call him today.

He turned his head to look at his master who was still sleeping peacefully. He really admired his sleep, which was really enviable.

Chu Xinglan got up quietly and put on his clothes. Seeing that his master had not gotten up yet, he had to go out to wash up and asked the palace servant to bring him breakfast.

He sat in the yard and took out the boxing manual Song Yueyao gave him and looked through it.

This was sent by the eldest princess yesterday afternoon. Compared with using the sword, he is obviously more interested in boxing, which is more suitable for him.

The eldest princess did not hide her skills. This was probably the top boxing technique in the Cangyun royal family. Chu Xinglan was in the mood and started practicing boxing in the yard.

What Sang Yunqi saw when he opened the door was the young man sweating profusely in the yard, punching and retracting in a very professional manner.

He didn't bother her, but just leaned against the door frame and watched lazily.

When Chu Xinglan finished practicing and was about to go back to the house to change his sweaty clothes, he met his gaze.

Looking at that pleasing face, Chu Xinglan happily showed his little white teeth.

"Master, are you awake?"

"Wait till I change my clothes, then we'll eat."

Sang Yunqi nodded lazily without moving, but just moved sideways to make room for him.

Thinking that he would go out to meet his master's friends in a while, Chu Xinglan took a bath, changed into a royal blue wide-sleeved robe, and tied his hair up with a jade crown.

The whole person looks delicate and energetic.

When he came out, Sang Yunqi was already sitting at the stone table in the yard, drinking porridge bit by bit. When he saw him come out, he raised his eyebrows.

"You want to go out on a blind date?"

Chu Xinglan was too lazy to pay attention to his master's bad mouth. He walked to the table, sat down, picked up a bun and took a bite.

"Aren't we going to meet Master's friends today? It's not good to embarrass Master. Is that good?"

Sang Yunqi looked him up and down again: "Well, he looks good, like a peacock spreading its tail."

It was hard to tell whether it was breakfast or lunch, as the two of them ended up bickering with each other.

After Sang Yunqi rinsed his mouth, he wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, then stood up and said, "Let's go."

Because Sang Yunqi had not reported to the palace and was an illegal resident, the two of them avoided the patrolling guards and climbed over the wall to leave the palace from a remote corner.

Chu Xinglan was just about to complain when he saw his master casually take out a hat and put it on his head naturally.

"???"

Sang Yunqi glanced at him and said, "This will avoid most of the trouble. You don't have to wear it."

Having said that, he walked out of the hidden alley with his head held high and merged into the crowd.

"..."

Chu Xinglan quietly threw a series of punches at the back of his head, then took two quick steps and followed behind him.

Perhaps because the festival was approaching, the streets were obviously more lively than before, and even red silk was hung on both sides of the main street.

Outside the shops on both sides, every house is decorated with red lanterns, making it look very festive.

Pedestrians on the street were all carrying large and small bags in their hands, with smiles on their faces, and they would greet familiar people warmly when they met them.

Chu Xinglan looked around curiously as he walked, and found everything very new and novel.

In his previous life, the Chinese New Year had lost its festive atmosphere, let alone other festivals.

Moreover, he has always been alone, and the New Year celebrations were nothing more than a plate of frozen dumplings with the background music of the Spring Festival Gala, and that just passed by. He had never felt such a lively atmosphere before. He didn't even understand why these people were so happy.

"The Cang Yun Festival is not only to pray for the prosperity of the Cang Yun country, but more importantly to pray for the people and share the joy with them."

"Every twenty, fifty, or a hundred years, the royal family will formulate policies that benefit the people based on the sentiments of the people at that time."

"This is a real benefit, and the people will naturally be happy and will be happy to celebrate this day."

An unfamiliar young man walked up to Chu Xinglan at some point, waving a jade fan in his hand and explaining slowly.

Chu Xinglan didn't notice when he approached him. Although he didn't feel any fluctuation of spiritual power from this person, he was still alert.

He didn't show it on his face, and looked at the young man curiously, as if he was a stranger out for fun.

"I wonder if you could explain it in detail?"

The young man, Xuan Ling, looked at Chu Xinglan's innocent appearance. Although he pretended to be a cool and noble young man, he was screaming with excitement in his heart. His prince was too adorable!

He put away his fan and pointed to a teahouse on the street. "How about sitting down and chatting?"

Chu Xinglan glanced at the teahouse. It looked very luxurious and had a large flow of customers. It didn't look dangerous.

Of course he was not afraid of danger. He smiled apologetically at Xuan Ling and said, "I came out with my brother. How about I invite him to come and have some tea?"

Xuan Ling was stunned for a moment, looked at the annoying guy in a bamboo hat who was looking at him with his arms crossed not far in front of him, and nodded frankly.

"of course."

Chu Xinglan heaved a sigh of relief, waved to his master, and shouted, "Brother, come quickly!"

When Sang Yunqi heard this strange name, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. Looking at Xuan Ling who was standing next to Chu Xinglan and pretending to be a decent person, he felt his hands itching again.

He used his spiritual sense to send a message to Xuan Ling: "Be honest and stop causing trouble."

Then he slowly walked towards the two of them and stood directly next to Chu Xinglan.

"Brother, this young master said he is familiar with Cang Yun. How about we have a cup of tea with him?"

As he said this, he winked at Sang Yunqi.

Sang Yunqi looked at his little disciple who thought he was smart, and then looked at Xuan Ling's proud and provocative eyes, and was speechless for a long time.

"This is the friend I want to take you to meet today, and he is also the Imperial Master Cang Yun."

"He is mentally ill, so just ignore him."

After saying that, he looked at Xuan Ling again, "Why are you running around outside instead of waiting at the Imperial Master's Mansion?"

Chu Xinglan was completely stunned and looked at Xuan Ling in disbelief.

"You are the Imperial Master?!"

Xuan Ling felt that Sang Yunqi was too boring. He curled his lips, but still answered Chu Xinglan's question seriously.

"I am, don't I?"

Chu Xinglan looked at the man in front of him who looked to be in his early twenties. He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe. Although he had many accessories on his body, they were all exquisite and looked like a lot of thought had gone into them.

Although the face is not very outstanding, it looks very comfortable, with a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and a bit of exotic charm.

A small strand of hair on the right side was turned into a small braid and pinned with a silver headdress.

No matter how you look at it, he has nothing to do with the national master.