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

In the evening, Sang Yunqi sent the still sleeping Chu Xinglan to the guest room of the Imperial Master's Mansion before going to find Xuan Ling.

Xuan Ling was sitting by the lake in the back garden feeding the fishes. When he heard his footsteps, he patted the seat next to him.

"Come and sit."

Sang Yunqi walked over and sat down, watching the koi in the lake scramble for food, and casually propped up one leg.

Xuan Ling looked at his face, which was a little pale, and his eyes and eyebrows hid the fatigue that could not be concealed, but Sang Yunqi pretended to be nonchalant.

"Put your hand out so I can see it."

Sang Yunqi glanced at him and extended his right hand.

Xuan Ling took Sang Yunqi's pulse carefully, and it took him a long time to withdraw his hand. He sighed, rummaged in his space, took out a handful of rare treasures and threw them into Sang Yunqi's arms.

If any one of these were taken out alone, it would probably cause a frenzy in the cultivation world, but Xuan Ling didn't feel sorry at all.

"It may not be of any use to you, so just take it as a supplement."

"There are still some good things in the hands of the Demon King. I will go back and get you some more this time. The Demon King will not be stingy."

Sang Yunqi didn't bother to be polite with him and collected them all.

"Go check on Xinglan later. If there's no problem, I'll take him back."

Xuan Ling nodded in agreement, threw all the fish food in his hand into the lake, clapped his hands, stood up and walked towards the guest room.

After taking two steps, he paused again: "Thank you."

Sang Yunqi hummed casually, and Xuan Ling left.

……

When Chu Xinglan woke up again, he found himself back in his residence in the palace. The room was pitch black. He subconsciously reached out and touched his side, but there was no one there.

He rubbed his forehead, propped himself up on the bed and sat up. With a flick of his fingers, the candle in the room lit up.

The sudden light made him close his eyes uncomfortably. He quickly glanced around the room, but there was no sign of Sang Yunqi.

"Where did you go again?"

His memory only stayed at Xuan Ling examining him, and then he fell asleep somehow. As for how he came back, he didn't think about it.

However, when he woke up this time, he felt much more relaxed. It was a feeling that came from the depths of his soul. Even his body felt lighter, and his mood was very happy.

Chu Xinglan stretched, jumped off the bed, put on a coat, opened the door and walked out.

A figure was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, shrouded in moonlight, with long silver hair casually tied behind the head, gently fluttering in the night breeze, curled up and then lying quietly on the back, coated with a layer of flowing light.

Chu Xinglan seldom saw his master meditating. There were many reclining chairs in the back mountain of Cangkong. Normally, Sang Yunqi would lie lazily on them, reading a book to pass the time.

Therefore, Chu Xinglan felt somewhat surprised to see his master standing with his back straight and practicing so hard tonight that he didn't even notice his movements.

After admiring him from behind for a while, he walked up to Sang Yunqi and sat cross-legged.

He thought that since he was so close, his master should have noticed it and would open his eyes to greet him, but it seemed that Sang Yunqi was too engrossed and had no intention of opening his eyes at all.

Chu Xinglan held back what he was about to say, his eyes uncontrollably fixed on Sang Yunqi's face.

People say beauty is best seen under the lamp, and Chu Xinglan feels that the moonlight is no less beautiful. The soft silver-white light sprinkled on Sang Yunqi's body makes him look more cool and mysterious.

Whether it was the thick eyelashes, the straight nose, the thin lips, or the jade-like hands, every part made his heart beat uncontrollably faster.

Even the overlapping collar at the neckline seemed sexy to Chu Xinglan.

Chu Xinglan swallowed, forced himself to look away, moved his butt, sat next to his master, and gently patted his hot cheeks with both hands.

"Master's appearance is simply too bewitching. Chu Xinglan, wake up!"

Afterwards, he looked at his master cautiously twice, and when he saw that the other party had not noticed, he calmed himself down, sat cross-legged, and began to practice.

……

Early in the morning, when Song Ling and his companions got up, they saw Master Chu Xinglan and his disciple sitting in the yard, immersed in cultivation.

Several people still had bruises on their faces, and they didn't dare to breathe. They quickly packed up and left.

Song Ling took a few people to find a secluded place, and then they dared to relax a little and start their morning lessons seriously.

Not long after they left, Chu Xinglan opened his eyes. After a night of practice, he felt that his practice speed had increased a lot, and he was very happy.

He still remembered that his master asked him to break through the second level before returning to Cangqiong. He was a little nervous at first, but now he is relieved.

It seems that yesterday's visit to the Imperial Master was not completely useless, Xuan Ling still has something.

He simply washed up, glanced at his master who was sitting cross-legged, and had originally looked away, but suddenly turned back to take a closer look.

Last night, the light was too dim and Chu Xinglan couldn't see clearly. He just took a casual glance just now and always felt that something was wrong.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that his master's lips seemed a little paler than usual and did not look as rosy.

Chu Xinglan couldn't help but frown. Is Master injured?

Just at this moment, Sang Yunqi also opened his eyes, and the two looked at each other.

Sang Yunqi glanced at him, then stood up as if nothing had happened and patted his slightly wrinkled clothes.

"When did you wake up? Are you feeling unwell?"

Chu Xinglan regained his composure and lowered his eyes. "I woke up at Chou time yesterday. I saw that Master was practicing, so I didn't disturb him."

"Master, is the Imperial Master's medical skills really that bad? I feel very relaxed now, as if the shackles in my body have been opened, and my cultivation speed has even increased a bit."

Sang Yunqi didn't answer his question and threw him a bottle of pills.

"Since you think it's good, take one pill of this medicine every ten days."

After saying that, he turned and went back to the house.

Chu Xinglan followed him like a little tail, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Only when they reached the door of the room did Sang Yunqi stop and look back at him.

"You want to see me change clothes?"

Chu Xinglan's face instantly turned red, and he waved his hands in front of his chest, almost leaving an afterimage.

"No, no, I...then I'll go get some water for Master."

After saying that, he ran away, forgetting even the question he wanted to ask.

Sang Yunqi glanced at his back, retracted his gaze, opened the door and entered Chu Xinglan's room, coughing twice uncontrollably.

Then he frowned.

After bringing Chu Xinglan back yesterday, he had been practicing in the yard, but after a night, there was no effect at all.

He had thought of this point. The original power is not so easy to recover.

He just didn't expect that he was so weak now. He could only barely hold it in in front of Chu Xinglan.

But if they were to be together every day, he would be discovered easily, and he didn't want Chu Xinglan to know.