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

Zi'an was amazed by Mu Yunyu's ageless beauty. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Linglong looked like she had completely inherited the blood of the empress and the Mu family.

Linglong stood up and supported Zi'an who was still in a daze. She looked at the red jade in his hand and said helplessly, "Father, are you rewarding me or punishing me?"

Who would deliver the Palace Master's order as soon as they arrive?

Mu Yunyu glared at Linglong and said, "This thing will be given to my son-in-law sooner or later. Don't talk nonsense in front of him. Take him downstairs to have a rest and look at An An's tired face."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Zi'an felt that the beautiful red jade in his hand was very hot.

In the end, Linglong didn't say anything. She bent down and picked up the person in her arms. She said to Mu Yunyu, "Thank you for the reward, father. I'll take Guai'an down. If you need anything, just shout. There's someone in the dark."

Zi'an, who was suddenly picked up, let out a soft cry, subconsciously hooked his arms around Linglong's neck, and then became embarrassed.

Seeing this, Mu Yunyu felt his teeth ache and waved his hand: "Well, father knows, let's go."

After leaving the warm pavilion, Linglong's spiritual energy circulated in Zi'an's body, helping him warm up.

Zi'an stroked the red jade in his hand, leaned quietly in Linglong's arms, and smelled the familiar cold fragrance on her body. His tense heartstrings relaxed, and his eyelids began to twitch again.

Linglong walked steadily, lowered her eyes to glance at the person in her arms, and said softly, "Are you sleepy?"

Zi'an blinked hard to make himself less sleepy, shook his head, and the hand that was hooked around her delicate neck tightened a little.

"I'm sorry, wife."

Linglong did not stop, and the guards and servants around her knelt down silently to salute.

"Hmm? Why is Guai'an apologizing?"

Zi'an looked up at the woman's smooth jaw and said truthfully, "An'an was just being unreasonable."

When he woke up and didn't see Linglong, he thought he was dreaming, but the aches all over his body proved that it was all real.

When he came back, he felt heartbroken when he saw Linglong tying a cloak for another man.

He thought that there was someone else during the time Linglong was away.

What I didn't expect was that this was a misunderstanding.

There was a hint of tenderness flowing on her delicate and elegant face, and her voice was light but solemn: "Guai'an, as long as I am here, you have the right to make trouble."

When Zi'an heard this, his nose began to feel sour again and the corners of his eyes gradually became moist.

Yes, his wife two years ago had the capital to make him make trouble, not to mention Linglong who now has the support of two countries, one clan and one palace behind her.

He carried Zi'an back to the bedroom and told the kneeling Ming Si, "Prepare the meal."

Ming Si: "Yes, Master."

After putting her on the couch, Zi'an held Linglong tightly and prevented her from getting up. "Sister, please sit with me for a while."

Linglong did not refuse. She sat next to Zi'an and held him on her lap.

Zi'an leaned obediently in Linglong's arms, resting his head on Linglong's shoulder, looking at the red jade in his hand, and asked: "Sister, is this jade given by father very important?"

Linglong stroked Zi'an's back with her palm: "Well, I guess so. This is the palace order of Dongyun Yunxiao Palace."

Fearing that the young man might feel burdened, he continued, "Keep it with peace of mind. This thing is a guarantee given to you by your father, and it is also an order from Lord Dongyun and Empress."

Zi'an's eyes narrowed, and he grasped the key point of Linglong's words.

The queen is the king, not the lord.

A year ago, a rumor shocked the cultivation world. The Mortal Realm Emperor appeared, in charge of the order of the cultivators, distinguishing good from evil, and judging their souls!

His wife was the all-powerful god who had made headlines a year ago, the Emperor of the Mortal Realm.

Zi'an took a deep breath. At this moment, he really didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. His wife's status became more and more noble, and his status also rose accordingly.

Is he the only one who will be with such a wife?

As if knowing what Zi'an was thinking, Linglong put the soul-calming bead on her wrist onto Zi'an's hand.

The impact of the black beads and the red beads made Zi'an's wrist seem even more fragile and slender.

She interlocked her fingers and said, "You and I, we are bound together by the same heart, and the people in this world are nothing but clouds." She kissed the young man's fair forehead and said, "I promise to love you for the rest of my life, to be with you day and night, and I will never regret it. If..."

Before Linglong could finish her words, Zi'an covered her mouth.

He was afraid that Linglong would make a vow that would hurt herself.

Zi'an's eyes were filled with tears as he stared at the woman in front of him whom he loved deeply.

That's enough! That's enough!

He believed Linglong's promise, every word came from the bottom of his heart, how could he be pretentious.

He let go of her hand, held her shoulders and kissed her lips, saying as he kissed her: "Well, An Anxin's wife."

Linglong's eyes gradually became darker, and she held onto Zi'an's neck, deepening the kiss.

After a while, panting and ambiguous sounds continued.

Ming Si, who was carrying food outside the door, blushed when he heard the sound. He closed his ears and stood quietly by.

Linglong's consciousness had already sensed Mingsi's presence, and maintaining a trace of clarity, she ended the kiss and let go of the person in her arms.

"Okay, my dear An is tired, so take a good rest after the meal."

Zi'an's face flushed and he gasped for breath. He leaned weakly in Linglong's arms, nodded, and said softly, "Okay."

Delicate hands gently patted Zi'an's back, and her spiritual consciousness communicated with Ming Si: "Ming Si."

Two words echoed in Ming Si’s sea of ​​consciousness.

Ming Si's whole body trembled, and he was relieved of the sense of confinement. He quickly walked into the bedroom, stood behind the screen, and said respectfully: "Master, my lord."

Linglong helped Zi'an put his clothes in order before she said, "Come in."

Zi'an leaned quietly in Linglong's arms, calming his body's discomfort.

Linglong glanced at the food in Mingsi's hand and said in a light voice: "Leave it there."

"Yes, master."

Ming Si put the dishes on the table, stepped back a few steps and knelt on one knee: "Master, Madam Fuxiang from the palace is here."

Linglong picked up the bowl of porridge and stirred it gently: "What's the matter?"

Ming Si: "The Queen has ordered that a welcoming banquet be held for the master tomorrow, and Nanny Fuxiang is here to deliver the crown and robes."

Zi'an smelled the familiar aroma of food and his throat moved unconsciously.

Linglong noticed it, smiled, and scooped a spoonful and handed it to Zian: "Try it."

Zi'an's cheeks were a little red. He was indeed hungry. He reached out and took the bowl from Linglong: "Wife, An'an can do it yourself."

Seeing that Zi'an could do it, Linglong felt sorry for him but didn't force him. She tucked the hair on his cheek behind his ear with her fingertips and said gently, "Well, be careful of the heat."

Zi'an blushed and nodded obediently: "Yes."

Linglong retracted her gaze, straightened her sleeves, and said calmly, "Bring the person over here."

Ming Si: "Yes, Master."

"Wife, you eat too."

After Ming Si left, a spoonful of steaming shrimp porridge was brought to his lips.

Linglong looked into Zi'an's sparkling eyes and opened her mouth to eat.

He stroked Zi'an's smooth hair and said, "Fortunately, your cooking skills haven't deteriorated. Guai'an, eat it yourself. My wife has already eaten it."

After looking at Linglong for a while, he couldn't tell whether Linglong was lying to him. Zi'an angrily scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth and narrowed his eyes: "Okay, my wife."

So fragrant!