After becoming a Taoist partner with my senior sister, my master changed

In the room, candlelight flickered.

"Qin Lang~"

Qingshu closed the door and her eyes fell on Lin Chuan sitting at the table, her face full of shyness.

"Madam, why did you let Master go?"

Lin Chuan didn't beat around the bush and asked the question in his mind directly.

"Didn't Qin Lang arrange for me to do this?"

Qingshu walked to Lin Chuan and poured him a cup of tea.

Lin Chuan looked at her straight without saying anything.

Qingshu poured herself a cup of tea and started drinking it.

After a long moment, she put down her teacup and spoke calmly, "Qin Lang knows that I've never liked her. Especially after learning how she treated Qin Lang, I didn't kill her. I was already thinking about Qin Lang very much."

"If that's the case, I won't blame you at all." Lin Chuan looked at her with a complicated expression.

Qingshu did not respond, but looked out the window quietly.

"I have met the master."

Lin Chuan first withdrew his gaze from Qing Shu, then picked up the teacup on the table, his eyes falling on the swaying reflection in the tea, and slowly said: "She said she got a mirror from you."

Qing Shu's eyes flickered slightly, and she pursed her lips. Just as she was about to speak, Lin Chuan's voice came: "Master, like me, is a reincarnated body. That Yin-Yang Reincarnation Mirror is of no use to her."

Qing Shu was slightly startled, and paused the words that were on the tip of her tongue. There was a hint of sadness in her eyes, and she slowly looked towards Lin Chuan.

"Besides, even if it is useful, the mirror can only temporarily restore a person's previous cultivation level. Once the time limit is up, they will suffer severe backlash." Lin Chuan lowered his eyes, his fingertips gently stroking the rim of the cup.

"What backlash?" Qing Shu asked with a puzzled look.

"You do not know?"

Lin Chuan's tone was filled with a hint of surprise. He paused before continuing, "I don't remember everything. My memories of some unimportant things are still very vague."

"The Yin-Yang Samsara Mirror was originally given to me by Qin Lang. It turns out that in Qin Lang's eyes, it was just an unimportant thing."

Qing Shu lowered her eyes, and there was a hint of melancholy in her tone.

"..."

Lin Chuan was speechless for a moment, with a hint of guilt in his eyes. He quickly explained: "That's not what I meant. It's just that I just recovered my memory not long ago, and there are some things I really can't remember, my wife..."

He was halfway through his words when a pair of slender jade fingers touched his lips. The next second, Lin Chuan felt someone else in his arms.

"How should Qin Lang compensate me?"

Qing Shu hooked her arms around Lin Chuan's neck, her eyes misted over, her face full of grievance.

"..."

Lin Chuan was silent for a moment, looking at Qing Shu who looked aggrieved in his arms, and said softly: "Madam, could you please take out the Yin-Yang Samsara Mirror and let me take a look at it? Maybe I'll remember something if I look at it."

"Qin Lang doesn't believe me and thinks I want to trick Xu Hanyi into going to the fairyland for you, right?"

Qing Shu bit her thin lips lightly, and the mist in her eyes became thicker.

"..."

Lin Chuan looked at her aggrieved expression and softened his voice, "I want you all to be safe and sound."

"Since Qin Lang can no longer be convinced by words, I will prove it according to what Qin Lang said."

Qing Shu released her hand that was hooked around Lin Chuan's neck, and the next second, an ancient bronze mirror appeared in her hand.

Lin Chuan stared at the familiar bronze mirror, his brows furrowed slightly, a wave of doubts rising in his heart: "Since the Yin-Yang Samsara Mirror is not with Master, how did Master manage to pass through the restrictions I set up without making any noise and see what was happening inside the pavilion?"

"Qin Lang, why don't you take it and examine it carefully, lest I deliberately make a fake one to deceive you."

There was a hint of resentment in Qingshu's tone as she handed the bronze mirror forward.

Lin Chuan looked at the bronze mirror so close to him and felt that it was undoubtedly the Yin-Yang Samsara Mirror, but he felt a sense of unspeakable unease in his heart. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and took it.

Qingshu got up from Lin Chuan's arms, turned around and walked out the door without saying a word.

"..."

"Miss..."

Lin Chuan's heart tightened, and he quickly stood up, quickly caught up with her, and reached out to hold her in his arms.

Qingshu struggled slightly in his arms, tears silently sliding down her cheeks.

"Baby, it's my fault. I shouldn't have distrusted my wife." Lin gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, his eyes full of self-blame.

"Qin Lang..."

Qing Shu buried herself in his arms, her voice clearly choked with sobs.

"It's my fault. I made my wife suffer..."

Lin Chuan looked at Qing Shu who was sobbing in his arms, the self-blame on his face became more and more intense, and his voice was full of pity.

Qingshu didn't say anything, but just hugged Lin Chuan tightly, sobbing softly.

Lin Chuan suddenly recalled the days when the two of them depended on each other. At that time, Qingshu always felt that she didn't have much time left, and every time she woke up, she would nestle in his arms and cry silently.

"Sister, don't cry. If others hear this, they will think I am raping a girl. Then they will report me to the police and have me put in jail. Then there will be no one to take care of you." Lin Chuan coaxed her softly.

"Who... who is your senior sister? Call me... Madam!" Qingshu's voice was choked with sobs.

"My dear, don't cry. If anyone bullies you, tell your husband and he will beat him up for you."

Lin Chuan coaxed her softly while raising his hand to gently pat Qingshu's back.

Qing Shu did not respond, but just hugged him tighter, still sobbing softly in his arms.

for a long time.

Qingshu's crying gradually subsided. Seeing this, Lin Chuan picked her up and carried her sideways, then slowly walked to the soft couch and lay down with her.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Lin Chuan suddenly laughed out loud.

But Qingshu buried her head in his arms again and cried softly.

Lin Chuan: "..."

Although he noticed that Qingshu was a little emotional, he didn't ask much. He just leaned close to her ear and kept whispering in her ear to comfort her.

However, the more Lin Chuan tried to comfort her, the more sadly Qing Shu cried. Feeling helpless, he had no choice but to summon some of the dignity of the head of the family and gently slap Qing Shu.

Qingshu's crying suddenly stopped, and then her cheeks turned slightly red. She suddenly threw Lin Chuan under her and bit his neck and shoulders.

"I was wrong, my lady, I was wrong. I will never do it again. Please forgive me..."

"Ouch, I murdered my husband..."

Lin Chuan dodged while smiling and begging for mercy.

After playing around for a while, Qing Shu finally stopped and stopped crying. She just looked at Lin Chuan with her eyes downcast and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts so much, I need my wife's kiss to stop the pain."

Lin Chuan blinked, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Just bear with the pain. This is the punishment for hurting my heart. Remember this." Qing Shu glared at Lin Chuan and said angrily.

"Yes, yes, I promise to remember it and never dare to make my wife sad again next time!" Lin Chuan nodded seriously.

"That's pretty much it..."

Qingshu's voice softened, and with a hint of lingering anger, she slowly moved her head closer.

After a moment, the two slowly separated.

"Miss..."

Lin Chuan looked at her, her red eyes and soft face clearly reflected in his eyes.

"I'm hungry and want to eat the food Qin Lang made." Qing Shu gently struggled out of Lin Chuan's arms.

Lin Chuan was slightly stunned, then a gentle smile spread across his eyes. He raised his hand to rub her head and replied softly, "Okay, I'll do it for you right away."

"Qin Lang, go ahead and do it. I'll take a break and come back to help later."

Qingshu closed her eyes, her face still showing the tiredness from crying.

"My lady, have a good rest. I don't need your help. I will bring you the food later." Lin Chuan tucked the thin blanket beside her.

"This is not okay."

Qing Shu shook her head, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "If I don't keep an eye on the kitchen, I don't know if they'll be set up with an isolation array again, right?"

"..."

Lin Chuan touched the tip of his nose awkwardly, quickly changed the subject, and asked with a smile, "My lady, is there anything you particularly want to eat?"

"I like to eat anything Qin Lang makes." Qing Shu looked at him with a faint smile in her eyes.

"Then have a good rest, my lady."

Lin Chuan gently scratched Qingshu's nose, then turned and walked out of the house.

The candlelight flickered softly on the table, stretching the shadows in the room longer and shorter. When Lin Chuan's footsteps completely disappeared, the room fell into silence, leaving only the occasional crackling of the candlelight.

"fool……"

Qingshu looked in the direction where Lin Chuan left and murmured softly.

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