The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

Afraid that Linglong would say something vicious again, Zi'an lowered his eyes, noticed the jar on the table, and changed the subject.

"Sister, what are these? They smell pretty good."

The soft and tender voice made Linglong increase the suppression of her spiritual power.

"These are used in the same way as the balms you use! The difference is that these are made from spiritual springs, medicinal herbs, and pearls. They are harmless to the body and can actually nourish the skin."

The more Zi'an listened, the brighter his clear almond-shaped eyes became, and all his charming thoughts flew away.

"Sister, can these be made and sold?"

As Linglong said, the current balm is exquisite but not good for the body if used for a long time. This is because it contains a lot of harmful substances.

If it weren't for the medical book Linglong gave him, he really wouldn't have known this. The balm they used was harmful to the body, and using too much would cause male infertility.

"Of course." Linglong picked up the brush and bent down to draw eyebrows for the boy.

The delicate and soft boy gradually became more charming and attractive in her hands.

"After today, I will come to teach An An." He picked up the small porcelain box on the table, opened it, dipped the beeswax inside with a porcelain stick, and applied it on the boy's soft lips.

"But, Guai An, just make some for yourself!"

Linglong's voice was hoarse. She didn't want the person she loved to ruin his health.

Zi'an wanted to pout, but his cheeks were restrained and his lips were covered in coldness.

"Well……"

A familiar and embarrassing feeling of suffocation came over him, and he realized that the chain around his waist was being pulled. Zi'an came back to his senses, and the pain in his waist made his legs go weak.

Zi'an panted and said incoherently: "Sister...sister, stop...for a moment..."

This time Linglong was very obedient and stopped.

The long silver thread between his lips broke, his thumb brushed the water stains on Zi'an's soft lips, one hand clasped the back of the boy's head, their foreheads pressed together, breathing slightly.

"My dear An, you are so attractive."

Her eyes were blurry, her lips slightly open as she gasped for air. Her cheeks became even hotter and redder when she heard such frivolous words.

"It's obviously my sister Meng Lang."

The dissatisfied rebuttal was expressed in soft words, and Linglong's eyes were full of affection and doting.

He placed a kiss on Zi'an's forehead, held his limp body with his hand, and said softly, "Okay, it's my fault. I'll be bullied by Guai'an at night."

Zi'an blushed, glared at Linglong, and then looked at his rosy-cheeked self in the mirror without saying a word.

Linglong stopped teasing him for fear of angering him. She used her slender fingers to pick up the loose hair on Zi'an's cheek and tucked it behind his ear. She picked up the jade comb on the table and combed Zi'an's hair.

With a voice as clear as a spring, she utters words of greeting that only elders would say.

Comb to the end,

Two combs are held at eyebrow level.

Three combs make life smooth,

Four combs, no worries in the world,

Five combs and a hundred years of zither,

Six combs...

Listening to the unique blessing, Zi'an was confused at first, then stunned, and then his eyes became sour and his heart was pounding.

As expected, she is my elder sister. She doesn’t even follow the usual practice of combing her hair.

However, he felt so happy and moved when he heard these blessings!

His exquisite figure always seduces people without being seen!

The white tiger hiding under the table stared at the scene with a pair of round eyes and a pale face.

He was extremely excited, and the mirror owner's emotional look really surprised the beast.

Linglong glanced at it lightly, and gently touched up the makeup for her beloved one with her hands.

The latter shuddered and curled up under the table.

After helping him re-finish his makeup, she pulled him over to the clothes rack.

Pick up the wedding dress and dark green bridal cape hanging there and put them on for your loved one.

dong dong...

There was a knock on the door.

"Master, in two quarters the auspicious hour will arrive."

Chen Bei's clear and joyful voice followed.

The corners of her lips curved, she extended her hand, and said in a gentle voice: "Let's go, my little husband."

The gorgeous and delicate young man stared at Linglong in a daze. Husband! It was a title he had never heard of before, and he didn't think it was a bad title.

On the contrary, from these two words, he could see that Linglong valued him.

Looking at the ever-changing expressions on Zi'an's face, Linglong was not in a hurry and just waited for him quietly.

Not long after, Zi'an smiled with red eyes and put his hand in the delicate, slender and warm palm.

"Yes, my wife."

With her free hand, Linglong handed him the wedding fan and rubbed his head.

"My dear Angie, the time has come, don't cry!"

Zi'an nodded heavily, put the fan in front of his face, and let Linglong lead him away.

Looking at Linglong's back, Zi'an's sweet smile never stopped.

Linglong has really spoiled herself to the point of being lawless.

The door opened and Chen Bei, without a mask, stood at the side with a smile on his face.

"Congratulations, Master, on your happy wedding."

"reward."

This time, Linglong's face was no longer distant and her voice was gentle.

A red brocade box appeared in Linglong's palm and was thrown to Chen Bei.

Chen Bei took it with a smile, bowed and said, "Thank you for the reward, Master."

Thinking of his master's usual generosity, Chen Bei hugged the box tightly, feeling happy.

After the fan, the heat on Zian's cheeks never subsided.

Walking on the red carpet, she took sweet steps along the way with Linglong's gentle strength.

The quiet environment was noisy at first, then quiet again, followed by a series of gasps.

"She is so beautiful. I have never seen a woman who looks so unlike a real person..."

"Hey, does anyone know who is the owner of this new study?"

The rough female voice is particularly abrupt in the noisy atmosphere.

"I don't know, but I heard that there is a lot behind this study."

"I say you are just talking nonsense! Come, come, take a look at this golden wedding sedan. Anyone with eyes can tell it is not simple. Not to mention this woman with such an outstanding temperament..."

Zi'an's love-struck heart was attracted by the discussions.

It was not until we stopped in front of a luxurious and exquisite eight-lift bridge that I heard the delicate and gentle words.

"My dear husband, please get on the sedan chair."

Upon hearing this, Zi'an nodded ignorantly and did as he was told.

It was not until he sat down on the soft cushion that Zi'an came back to his senses.

Zi'an glanced around the sedan and smacked his lips. The auspicious clouds and phoenixes delicately outlined with gold thread appeared in every corner of the red silk sedan.

This wedding sedan is so luxurious, no wonder the people are so surprised.

"Get up the sedan..."

A clear and loud male voice sounded outside the sedan.

Before Zian could feel anything, the discussions outside the sedan were fading away.

There was a familiar noise at his feet. Zi'an put down his fan and lowered his eyes. The touch of white was so abrupt in the dazzling red wedding sedan.

"Hey, little guy, when did you come in?"

As he spoke, he bent down, picked up the little white cat, put it on his lap, and gently stroked the hair on its back.

Linglong, who was riding on a tall horse, noticed something unusual in the sedan, but ignored it for the time being.

He raised his head slightly, and his cold eyes were accurately fixed on a roof.

The woman in white looked at Linglong in surprise.