Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

Dinner was much more sumptuous than lunch, with twelve courses.

Braised pork trotter with anchovy, garlic-flavored Li Meng chicken, baked yellow croaker rice, stir-fried river shrimp, steamed crab with meat patties, roasted pork bones, glutinous rice cake with sugar, nine-square dim sum platter, stir-fried white cabbage with glutinous rice glutinous rice, pickled celery, fermented bean curd dumplings with soybean paste, and lotus root soup with pork ribs.

Even Xiang Yunchi had never eaten many of the dishes.

Everyone tacitly agreed not to speak and just enjoyed the joy brought by the food.

This meal had damaged Xu Qingxiao's Daoist heart. His eyes flashed with a dazzling light beneath his cloak, and a strange feeling he had never felt before permeated his every limb, leaving him uneasy and restless, stirring thoughts he had never thought of before. Especially after seeing Ruan Chuyin's interaction with her two husbands, he became even more determined to bring his men back to Xi Cang.

As Xu Qingxiao's disciple, he should stay by his side.

After the meal, Ruan Chuyin picked up her painting supplies and prepared to go to her master to paint. Her non-stop work caused Xiang Yunchi's dissatisfaction. He said angrily, "You have only been in the sect for two days, and you are quite active."

"This is called a sense of belonging. I also have a family now." Ruan Chuyin moved his hand away, took back the painting supplies, turned around and left.

The little white rabbit's words made him freeze for a long time. It turned out that she had always cared about him. His heart tightened.

Xingshuang Courtyard

The Master's appearance was completely different from what Ruan Chuyin had imagined. He had long, thin eyebrows, thin hair, no beard, fleshy nose, a grooved chin, and large earlobes. He looked fair and round, with a very blessed appearance.

The corners of her lips were unconsciously stretched, and the silly look of the iron-eating beast suddenly popped up in her mind, making her feel a little itchy.

"How is it? Doesn't your master look very fairy-like?" Ge Yinghan laughed and ran over to stroke his disciple's head. One of the hairpins suddenly tilted down half an inch to form a fifteen-degree angle with the other two.

"Master has a tall and majestic figure, with a misty appearance and a earthy body. He is truly an immortal from overseas, not an illusion in the mortal world." Ruan Chuyin quoted words from a Ming Dynasty play to praise him.

Ge Yinghan paused for a moment, then smiled even more brightly. He grew fonder of this young apprentice and immediately decided to give her two more classes. While she was young and had a good memory, it wouldn't hurt to learn more.

Slowly unrolling the long white deer paper, Ruan Chuyin began to sketch diligently. Half an incense stick later, she set down her brush, ready to take it home and polish it. This time, she wanted to carefully blend the colors, creating a rich, richly textured painting for her master.

Ge Yinghan was already very satisfied, but when he heard his disciple say that he could paint even better, he immediately let go and returned the scroll.

Back in the courtyard, it was just after the hour of Xu, the busiest time in Yangcheng. However, Ruan Chuyin knew that she couldn't go out and have fun during this period, so she could only stay in the mansion and spend the night.

Fortunately, Xiang Yunchi prepared many small programs for her, which made her happy all the time.

Ji Zhiya wanted to take his wife out for a walk, but after hesitating for several times, he finally gave up.

After two days of peace, there was unexpectedly no new movement in the ghost realm.

Xu Qingxiao knew Meng Huali well; the quieter he was, the more violent the storm would be. So, he sent a letter to the sect, inviting all the elders. But he never expected the letter to be intercepted by a disciple from the Ghost Realm. They had been lurking three miles outside the Zhenbei Palace the entire time, never taking their eyes off it.

On the other hand, the Zhenbei Palace was also actively preparing for the battle.

All the brave troops from Qianli Mountain have entered the city, and several battalions closer to Yangcheng are also arriving one after another.

Qingfeng Pavilion is currently unavailable. Firstly, Yue Yixing isn't that fast. Secondly, Wei Shizhang is still recovering from his injuries and can't be relied upon.

Xiang Wanrong felt a little regretful that she had not made it clear to the Duke in the first letter, and decided not to wait for Yue Yixing, but to send another letter to let Wei Yanli come first.

As for Qin Guanzhi, Jiang Wenzhou, and Jiang Xuanzhou, Ruan Chuyin disagreed with sending a message to Yun Chi. Alerting these three might lead to Dayong sending troops, which would then involve more than just the Ghost Realm. Furthermore, Qin Guanzhi and Nanxing had a feud, so his presence wouldn't be a good thing. Wei Jiusi couldn't be disturbed, either.

The Prince of Zhenbei agreed with his grandson's wife's idea. Even if the Southern Star Emperor agreed to cooperate with the Great Yong army, it would be unrealistic for such a large force to move all the way south and arrive in place in the short term. The three million Xiang family troops and the troops dispatched by the Southern Star Emperor were more than enough to deal with it.

Xiang Ge had only overlooked one point: the Supreme One would never take small fry seriously. By the time they captured the person, those troops might not even have formed their ranks yet!