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

Zi'an, who was in a light sleep, woke up when the book in his hand was taken away.

When he opened his eyes drowsily, he saw Linglong putting away the book he was reading.

Zi'an suddenly came to his senses. Looking at Linglong's expressionless face, he reached out and grabbed the hem of her clothes with a guilty conscience, shaking it gently.

"Wife, are you done? Are you hungry? Go make something to eat."

Linglong didn't say anything, but bent down and picked up Zi'an.

I sat down where Zi'an had been lying and put him on my lap. I brushed Zi'an's cheek with my fingertips and found that it was not cold, and then my face looked better.

"Didn't we ask An An to rest early? Or..." She paused, and her fingertips hooked a strand of the boy's black hair. She leaned close to his ear and said in a gentle and tender voice, "Guai An is well now and is waiting for me. Do you want to have a wedding night tonight?"

This was in the study room, and she sent someone to pass on the message. If he was really too busy to come, An An would have to stay on this soft couch all night.

The warmth beside his ears made Zi'an shudder. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. He shook his head violently, and his soft voice rose: "I didn't."

Realizing that his emotions were too abnormal, Zi'an coughed lightly, raised his hands to wrap around Linglong's neck, leaned close to her cheek, and kissed her, his voice soft: "My dear wife, in this wedding night, I only hope that my dear wife will have some mercy on me."

Linglong's eyes darkened and her throat moved.

The slender fingertips gently pinched the boy's smooth neck flesh, and said seriously: "Are you serious, my little husband?"

Listening to these words that sounded like negotiations, Zian was both angry and amused. Just as he was about to say something, the aroma of food wafted into his nose.

'Gulu...'

The inappropriate voice interrupted the ambiguity between the two.

Linglong laughed softly, and Zi'an glared at Linglong with red cheeks.

"I made some porridge." He leaned slightly, picked up the jade bowl on the tray, picked up the jade spoon and stirred it gently.

He scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to Zian's lips.

"Taste it."

Zi'an stared at Linglong in a daze, then subconsciously opened his mouth and held the jade spoon.

The slightly bitter taste made Zian frown instinctively.

Linglong noticed it and asked softly, "Not tasty?"

As he spoke, he scooped a spoonful and put it into his mouth. It was cool and slightly bitter.

bitter!

Thinking of this, Linglong looked at Zi'an and pinched his cheek, "Are you afraid of suffering?"

In the past, Zi'an would never express his dislike in front of me. But now that he has opened his heart to me, he will show me other little emotions.

Zi'an pursed his lips and didn't lie, "I don't like it. It's too bitter."

Linglong put down the spoon, pressed the sliding spoon with her thumb, tilted her head back, and drank the porridge in the bowl in a few gulps.

“Shall I make another bowl?”

Zi'an shook his head, took the bowl from Linglong, put it on the tray, and ordered, "Ming Si, prepare a bowl of bird's nest porridge."

Ming Si's voice came from outside the door: "Yes, Master."

Linglong felt a little jealous, "Guai'an won't eat what I make.

Zi'an blinked, leaned close to her thin lips and kissed her: "Sister made it, An'an likes it..."

Linglong paused, feeling that there was something wrong with these words.

Seeing Linglong's dazed look, Zian pursed his lips and chuckled. He stepped out of Linglong's arms, picked up the yellow book on the table, and handed it to Linglong.

"My wife, look at this."

As he spoke, he stood up, walked to the lamp, picked up the lampshade, and used the lamp pole beside him to light the fire.

Linglong lowered the window frame, opened the book, and casually glanced at what was written on it.

His eyes stopped on two items on the third page: the gold medal for immunity from death and the gold medal for exemption from kneeling.

"Sister, have you met the Empress?"

Zi'an came to the opposite side of Linglong and sat down.

"Ah."

At this time, Ming Si just came in carrying a tray, waiting for him to prepare the bird's nest porridge.

Linglong just closed the book in her hand and threw it on the table.

He lifted the bird's nest porridge on the table and blew it: "When we return to Lingdu, my Guai'an will be the only prince and king."

Zi'an, who had his chin on his hand, almost fell on the table when he heard the words.

Linglong stretched out a hand to protect Zi'an's head.

Zi'an took advantage of the situation and grabbed Linglong's hand, his voice trembling: "Sister, please say it again."

Linglong placed the silver bowl on the table and rubbed the boy's head.

"My dear, you heard me right." He scooped up a spoonful of porridge with one hand and put it to Zi'an's lips: "It's getting late. After eating the porridge, my dear, it's time to go to bed."

Zi'an's inner shock did not diminish, and he obediently opened his mouth and ate the delicious porridge on his lips.

"Sister, I'm coming."

He took the spoon from Linglong's hand and started eating the porridge himself.

Linglong did not force it and placed a bright yellow imperial edict on the table.

"Guai'an, put these things in the space."

Zi'an paused, looked at the things on the table, his hands shook, and he almost smashed the bowl.

Linglong steadied Zi'an's hand with one hand, took the empty silver bowl from his hand, and picked up the handkerchief to wipe his hands.

"How can you be so careless?"

Zi'an stood up and approached Linglong, "It's because my sister frightened me too much."

If he had not finished his porridge and had seen the imperial edict so suddenly, he would definitely have spilled the porridge.

After wiping Zi'an's hands, Linglong picked up Zi'an and walked towards the bed.

"Well, it's my fault. I didn't give Gua'an time to get familiar with it."

Feeling weightless, Zi'an subconsciously put his arms around Linglong's neck.

Seeing Linglong's actions and thinking about what was going to happen later, her cheeks blushed slightly and she leaned obediently on Linglong's shoulder.

"Sister, what's the name of the space you gave me?"

Zi'an fell on the couch and rolled into the couch because of the pain in his waist.

Linglong saw this and smiled. In order to change the subject, the little guy was really direct.

He hooked his fingertips around the silk ribbon at the waist and pulled it gently.

"Love button."

These three words are gentle and affectionate.

Zi'an was stunned for a moment, looking up in a daze at Linglong's every move.

until……

goodong...

The swallowing sound was particularly abrupt in the silent room.

Linglong chuckled and got on the couch.

Zi'an came back to his senses after hearing the voice, his face turned even redder, and without pretending, he moved closer to Linglong and put his fingers on Linglong's shoulders, who was only wearing her underwear.

"Sister, let Zi'an help you change your clothes."

Linglong held Zi'an's hand and asked, "Does your waist hurt anymore?"

Zi'an blushed, didn't hide it, and nodded: "It hurts."

Linglong smiled, took the person into her arms, and put one hand on Zi'an's waist: "Okay, go to sleep obediently."

Zi'an was stunned, then slowly raised his head: "Sister, Spring Night..."

Linglong closed her eyes and whispered softly: "If you don't want to be unable to get up tomorrow, be a good boy."

Zi'an, with a cunning look in his eyes, leaned his head on Linglong's shoulder awkwardly.

A faint fragrance wafted in the air, and soon the sound of even breathing could be heard by my ears.

Her delicate eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened a pair of clear eyes.

She tilted her head, ran her five fingers through the boy's soft hair, lowered her head to place a kiss on his forehead, and stood up lightly.

The layers of gauze were lowered, Linglong picked up the cloak from the shelf and put it on, then left the inner room and went up to the roof.

There was heavy rain and strong winds.

No one expected that Qingshan Town, which had a sunny sky yesterday, would be cloudy and rainy this morning.

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