All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

To Fengning's disappointment, Qinglang didn't answer his question, and seemed to just treat Fengning's words as nonsense.

He looked calm and seemed unmoved, only the red tips of his ears showed his fluctuating emotions.

"Grandpa Zeng, it's getting late, I'll take you back." Qing Lang said.

"All right." Qing Dahuai also stood up, and said to Fengning, "Leave this game for now, and I'll play it tomorrow."

Feng Ning nodded, and said casually: "Come and bring me some of your homemade tea tomorrow. I haven't drunk it for a long time, and I miss it."

Qing Dahuai: "Okay."

Qing Lang: "..."

It wasn't until Qing Lang and Qing Dahuai walked out the door that Qing Lang couldn't help asking: "Grandpa Zeng, why did your relationship with Feng Ning suddenly become better?"

Didn't you still look like you were about to fight just now?

Qing Dahuai glanced at him: "What about you? Don't you hate him so much? Why are you still serving delicious food and drinks, and the table is piled up with playbooks?"

Qing Lang: "..."

Qing Lang silently turned his head and stopped talking.

Qing Dahuai wanted to say something but didn't say anything, just patted Qing Lang on the shoulder and sighed with complicated emotions.

When Qing Lang went back, Feng Ning was waiting for him at the entrance of the secret room, and when she saw him, she asked with a smile: "What? Did your Grandpa Zeng persuade you to marry me obediently?"

Qing Lang frowned and called his name: "Feng Ning!"

His tone was not gentle, even a little wary.

It's like saying: stop talking nonsense.

Feng Ning let out a sigh, but didn't continue to say anything, and didn't continue to tease Qing Lang.

Qing Lang will believe him one day.

Feng Ning thought.

Just a matter of time.

The hole beside the bed was also dug a little bigger by Qing Lang today, so you can easily stick your head out.

When going to bed, Feng Ning lay on the bed and looked at Qing Lang's face through the hole, and made a suggestion: "Qing Lang, make this hole as big as the hole in the bookcase, so that I can get out of it. bed on your bed."

Qing Lang: "..."

Qing Lang was a little shamefully moved.

But he only wavered for a moment, and quickly stabilized his mind.

His tone was indifferent: "No!"

Feng Ning blinked: "Why not? Are you afraid that you won't be able to control yourself at night?"

Qinglang's face turned red immediately: "Fengning! How can you say such obscene words without changing your face?"

Feng Ning: "..."

Is this foul language?

Not seen for 500 years, how did Xiao Qinglang live more and more?

Feng Ning simply suspected that Qing Lang during the first year of her wedding was a fake.

So Fengning asked what was in her heart: "Qinglang, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, how did you become so innocent? You are not like this."

Qing Lang: "..."

As soon as Feng Ning asked, he thought of something, he slapped his head, and said with a smile: "Oh, yes, I remembered, you explained last time that you can wait until I like you, but... "

Qing Lang interrupted him: "When did I say..."

Qing Lang's voice stopped abruptly.

At the same time, a memory that had been buried after being drunk suddenly jumped out.

He seemed to see himself staggering into the secret room.

He seemed to see himself reaching out to hug Fengning.

He seemed to see himself burying his head in Fengning's neck, complaining in a useless and aggrieved manner.

"... Wait until you like me."

"Don't lie to me, I won't believe it."

"fraud!"

"……Say it again."

"Say you like me, even if it's fake, I want to hear it."

……

Qing Lang: "..."

Qing Lang froze into a ball.

It turns out...it turns out that he was drunk that day, and he still said such stupid things after drinking.

It was worse than having sex with Feng Ning after being drunk.

No wonder, no wonder... Ever since that day, Feng Ning has acted with ease.

It turned out that after seeing his obsessive and stupid appearance, she was determined to still like him very humblely.

So, these days he deliberately spoke sarcasticly to Feng Ning, wouldn't he be as ridiculous as a clown in front of Feng Ning?

Qing Lang turned over slowly, facing away from Feng Ning, and fell silent.

...he never drank again.

Qing Lang thought a little sadly and indignantly.

Feng Ning clearly saw Qing Lang's reaction through the hole.

With her back facing him, Qing Lang curled up stiffly, her white ears were burning red, as if she was filled with remorse and grief.

Feng Ning's eyes lit up, and her heart couldn't help jumping for joy: "Qing Lang, do you remember what happened after getting drunk that day?"

Qing Lang: ...

Qing Lang said stiffly: "No."

After finishing speaking, he waved out the Eternal Day Technique and the candles, darkening the entire room.

Taking advantage of the dim moonlight, Feng Ning stretched out her hand and poked him on the back, her voice couldn't hide her excitement: "You just remembered!"

It would be too embarrassing to refute any further.

Qinglang didn't speak any more, moved his body, and lay down on the farthest place from the entrance of the cave, so Fengning couldn't reach him even if he stretched his arms.

But the next moment, a warm body suddenly jumped into his arms.

Qing Lang opened his eyes, only to find that Feng Ning had directly used the Transfiguration technique to shrink his body, and crawled out of the hole with the big head.

He was only half of his original size, but the long fairy rope was still wrapped around his wrist.

Feng Ning flung herself into his arms, looked up at him, the moon's light shone on his face, making his eyes shine bright, full of sparkling smiles: "Qinglang, we are clearly two If you are in love, why don't you be more frank and believe in my heart."

After speaking, he leaned forward and kissed Qing Lang on the mouth.

Qing Lang: "..."

Qinglang's face turned red with a bang, and his head became hot.

He pursed his lips in anger, sat up from the bed, then firmly held Fengning's half-sized waist, and pushed his whole body into the hole in the wall: "Go in, go back!"

Feng Ning firmly supported the wall with both hands: "No!"

"Go back to your secret room!"

"not going back!!"

"--boom!"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a group of guards rushed in. The chief guard lit all the candles with spells, and hurriedly shouted: "Your Highness! But there is another assassin——"

The chief guard's voice suddenly stopped.

Because he saw that at the moment when the candle light was lit, the Demon Lord quickly picked up the blanket and tightly covered a figure on the bed!

The bed was messy, as if it had just experienced a fierce battle.

The blanket completely covered the other protagonist in the room, not even a strand of hair could be seen, only this person was petite.

And His Royal Highness Mojun tightly covered the people under the blanket, looking at them with a gloomy expression, his eyes were cold: "Get out!"

The guards trembled in fright, and immediately understood, they forgot to salute, ran out in a panic and scrambled, and closed the door tightly for them.

Seeing that everyone had left, Qing Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked down at the person below him.

Seeing that Feng Ning gradually returned to his original body shape, he pushed aside the blanket with both hands, lay on the bed, and smiled at Qing Lang with crooked eyebrows.

"Qinglang, you are acting so guilty, others must think that you have hidden a lover on the bed, and rumors will spread all over the Demon Palace tomorrow morning." He paused, blinked, and smiled very seductively, "how about Let's just confirm this rumor tonight, shall we?"