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

Chapter 237 Let’s Go to the Palace After Dinner

Her hair was tangled with his, and her hand was on the back of the young man's neck, gently squeezing his soft flesh, soothing him.

The pain lasted only a moment before heat and dampness came over my skin.

Linglong's breath became more and more chaotic, her eyes became more and more deep, her hands reached under the loose pure white underwear, her fingertips rubbed back and forth on the smooth waist, and whispered: "My little husband, do you still know the effect of Tongdi fruit?"

Zi'an's body became weak and strange because of Linglong's movements. When he heard her words, the rumors about the Tongdi fruit emerged in his mind.

The physical discomfort of the woman who ate the fruit with the same stem was enough to prove that this was true.

The body that was unable to let go of him stiffened, the caress on his neck suddenly stopped, and the young man's soft and hoarse voice came to his ears: "I know."

At these two words, Linglong sensed his intention to retreat, and her heart suddenly softened.

She hooked her fingertips on the young man's collar and applied a little force. Suddenly, the sound of cloth tearing was heard.

Zi'an felt a chill on his body and was shocked to beg for mercy, "Wife... um..." The feeling of weightlessness came over him, his position changed, and his breath was taken away.

Soon, begging and gasping sounds were heard from the inner hall.

When the servants outside the door heard the voice, their expressions did not change, but if you looked closely, you could see that their ears and cheeks were red.

Ming Si came over and frowned when he heard the voice.

I didn't expect that the noble and unparalleled master would be so anxious when he came back this time.

...?

The sun gradually rose higher, and the sunlight shone on the white snow, reflecting a dazzling light.

Ming Si blinked his stinging eyes and secretly admired his master's great physical strength. If there was no hot spring in the bedroom, he would not even be able to boil water.

However, can the master's frail body withstand the torture from his master?

As I thought about it, I couldn't help but blame my master for being a bad person.

Ming Si was muttering to himself, and just as he was about to move, a cold and hoarse voice came from inside the room.

"Cloth meal."

Ming Si was so frightened that he almost fell down. He exhaled and replied respectfully, "Yes, Master."

It turns out that you can't say bad things about people behind their backs, it will make you feel guilty.

The two washed up in the space. Linglong changed the weak Zi'an's body into the gorgeous clothes of the princess and carried him out of the inner hall.

The red brocade robe draws a beautiful arc.

Carefully placing the person on the Arhat couch, Linglong lowered her eyes to look at the person with rosy cheeks, then bent her head to kiss his lips.

"How is your health?"

Zi'an raised his hand to cover Linglong's lips, his cheeks became redder, and he said anxiously in a soft, nasal voice: "Sister, I'm much better."

jingle--

The two glass bracelets jingled because of Zi'an's actions.

When Zi'an heard this voice, his ears turned red.

Now he had a deep understanding of what dual cultivation meant. In addition to the soreness in his body, he became more and more excited.

Not only that, his strength was increasing rapidly as if he had swallowed spiritual energy.

Thinking of what Linglong said on the couch, about recuperating with one's body, he almost felt like he was burning with anger.

Seeing this, Linglong's eyebrows were gentle. She pulled Zi'an's hand and kissed the back of his white hand: "Okay, I won't say anything more."

dong dong——

There was a knock on the palace door. Linglong grabbed Zi'an's neck and kissed his lips: "Let's eat."

Zi'an raised his head and responded to her with Linglong's strength. Hearing her words, he nodded obediently: "Okay."

Linglong's eyes were dim, and she wiped the water stains from the corners of his lips with her thumb, then stood up and said lightly, "Come in."

Her little Guai'an is getting more and more obedient. What should she do? She wants to hold him in her arms and keep him by her side.

creak-

The palace door was pushed open, and the servants came in one after another in an orderly manner with their eyes downcast, carrying meals.

Zian stood up, walked slowly to the round table and sat down.

Linglong came behind Zi'an and took out a white jade crown to tie up his long silk hair.

"Guai An, come to the palace after dinner."

Feeling Linglong insert the hairpin, he reached out and grasped her wrist which was about to be retracted, and raised his head: "Okay, An An will listen to my wife."

Dang clang——

The sudden collision of porcelain attracted the attention of the two people, and they looked over sideways.

The servants who came to serve the meal all knelt on the ground in panic.

Throwing the bowl and spoon, the man in the gray-blue cross-collared servant dress fell to his knees and said in a trembling voice, "I deserve to die. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

The tail of Zian's delicate eyebrows slightly raised.

You can't just sit still and dare to come and provoke him?

Linglong ignored the others and looked down at her beloved, asking softly, "Is there anyone in the mansion who deliberately stayed behind?"

Zi'an shook his head, smiled, pulled him to a round stool nearby, and said softly, "No, I just kept them to kill time."

He understood what Linglong meant by asking this question. She was the one who would handle the matter, and she didn't want to be known as a jealous person.

Sure enough, the next moment.

Linglong nodded, and turned her head to look at Ming Si who came in with a grim look on his face and knelt down to apologize: "Today, all the spies in the mansion have been dealt with."

Ming Si: "Yes, Master."

Ming Si muttered to himself, "This is too much!" Or do these people think that their master is kind and easy to talk to?

The kneeling servant turned pale upon hearing this and was about to say something when he felt a pain in the back of his neck and fainted.

The man in black appeared silently, disappeared silently, and took the culprit away.

Ming Si stood up immediately and retreated with the rest of the servants.

The meal is not sumptuous, but homely.

Linglong poured a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Zi'an. She said to Zi'an, who was hesitant to speak, "Drink the soup first. Be careful of the heat."

Zi'an looked at Linglong who was so attentive to him and couldn't help but speak up: "Wife, don't blame me for not managing the backyard well?"

Linglong picked up some of Zian's favorite dishes, and when she heard that, she looked up at the man who was staring at her eagerly, pinched his cheek with amusement, and asked instead of answering, "Does your waist hurt? Are you testing me?"

Although she was deployed, in just two years, she was able to manage the forces under her in an orderly manner, and each country was controlled by a branch of the Lousha Palace.

How could such an An An not be able to manage the harem? Managing a harem or a country is easy for her.

Hearing this, Zi'an's eyes gradually widened, his waist began to weaken, and he took Linglong's hand with a wry smile, and changed the subject in a gentle voice, "Sister, where are father and brother?"

Linglong picked up a fragrant fish meatball and put it into Zian's mouth with a smile: "They returned to Dongyun early in the morning."

Zi'an let go of Linglong. He was already starving, and the delicious taste in his mouth made him narrow his eyes slightly. Hearing this, his eyes suddenly widened, and he quickly chewed the food in his mouth and swallowed it.

Seeing this, Linglong was afraid that he would choke, so she reached out and gently stroked his back.

"Slow down, be careful not to choke."

Zi'an put down the chopsticks he had just picked up and grabbed Linglong's arm: "Why didn't my wife ask An'an to see me off? Or does my father dislike An'an?"

As they were talking, Zi'an began to feel aggrieved.

Linglong pulled him onto her lap, put her arm around his waist, leaned close to him and whispered in his ear, "It was me who gave the order last night not to disturb An An, so..."

Zi'an moved shyly and interrupted Linglong's next words, "My dear wife, An'an is hungry."