Mountain and River Festival

Chapter 265 After finishing her makeup, she whispered to her husband.

In the end, Ye Tinglan didn't answer anything. She just turned her head away in a huff, pretending to go to sleep.

Lu Xingzhou then embraced her from behind, pressing her tightly against him.

The hand that was pushing the waves never left the room, and Ye Tinglan didn't try to pull away, as if she tacitly agreed.

As long as he doesn't touch or pinch inappropriately, just give him a little treat to prevent him from biting indiscriminately again.

Lu Xingzhou felt even more at ease holding her hand, and the feeling of embracing the soft and fragrant body of the mature woman from behind was incredibly pleasurable. The sleepiness that had been woken up surged back, and he drifted off to sleep again.

Ye Tinglan could tell from his breathing that he was asleep, and felt a little relieved. But she kept her eyes open, and for a long time she didn't know what she was thinking.

She knew that as long as she didn't want to, let alone be bitten, Lu Xingzhou wouldn't even be able to touch a single corner of her clothes.

Even now, she's still held in someone's arms as a pillow while sleeping; if she doesn't want to, she can just walk away.

But it lay there quietly, letting him have his way.

Not long ago, I thought Shen Tang was such a loser, what was the point of him taking over the reins? This empire might as well be destroyed.

Now that I'm like this, how am I any different from Shen Tang... With the Imperial Advisor acting like this, the empire might as well be destroyed?
Why think so much? Anyway, I'm not the Imperial Advisor now. In front of him, I'm Ye Zhuoyu; in front of Qingli, I'm Yuan Muyu.

I, Ye Tinglan, did not hug or kiss any man!
Ye Tinglan angrily closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Heaven knows how a monk who never needs sleep and can meditate for years managed to sleep twice in just a few days.

Perhaps it was because his embrace felt so close and reassuring.

When Ye Tinglan woke up, she found that her posture had changed.

I don't know when I turned around and snuggled into his shoulder, sleeping soundly and looking like a little bird clinging to him.

Ye Tinglan felt a little embarrassed and secretly looked up at him, only to see that Lu Xingzhou had already woken up and was also looking down at her.

Her eyes were smiling, her brows were gentle, and there was a hint of doting affection in them.

Even when looking at dogs, they are full of affection.

All of Ye Tinglan's embarrassment vanished in that look, replaced by a touch of shyness: "What are you looking at?"

Lu Xingzhou said, "It's nothing... I just feel happy seeing you sleeping peacefully, sir."

That's right, whoever is the most beautiful girl in the world is happy to be nestled in someone else's arms.

Ye Tinglan was no little girl; she understood men's psychology quite well. She said irritably, "Are you satisfied now?"

"Not at all." Lu Xingzhou lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

Feeling this damn tenderness, Ye Tinglan suppressed the little bit of greed in her heart, knowing that she couldn't let him push his luck any further, otherwise she really didn't know how far this guy would climb.

She finally got out of bed and, trying to make conversation, said, "These past few days you've been sleeping and waking up like a pig. I've lost track of time."

Lu Xingzhou also got out of bed and peeked out the window.

I feel like I slept for quite a long time. When Little White Hair came looking for me, it was evening and I was having porridge. But now the sun is in the east, and it's morning.

The nights in the Frost Kingdom are already very long, and to be able to sleep from dusk until dawn is truly a state of deep, unbridled sleep.

After sensing the true energy and magical power within his body, he was delighted to find that he could mobilize a considerable amount, and his injuries were healing better and better.

Ye Tinglan also noticed that Lu Xingzhou had slept for an exceptionally long time, and frowned slightly. She turned and took Lu Xingzhou's hand, feeling his pulse. After a moment, her delicate brows relaxed slightly: "Not bad, the recovery is much faster than I expected. Strange, there shouldn't be any special changes. Could it be that the porridge from yesterday was more effective?"

Lu Xingzhou ignored her comment and instead grabbed her wrist, leading her toward the window.

Ye Tinglan was very confused: "What are you doing?"

Lu Xingzhou pressed her shoulders and helped her sit down against the bronze mirror by the window. He then picked up a comb from the dressing table and began to comb her hair. "You're always thinking about taking care of others. But sir, my intention was to share your burden..."

Ye Tinglan stared blankly at herself in the mirror. Her complexion was rosy, and her eyebrows and eyes were relaxed and at ease.

Is that still me...? No wonder Qingli had wavered a little before, wondering if this really might not be her master.

The image of Tinglan Zhenren on ordinary days flashed through my mind, and I almost forgot what she was like.

His hands gently brushed through his long hair, the comb moving downwards rhythmically.

Then my mind went blank again, as if I couldn't concentrate on anything.

There is no need for cohesion.

She always thought of him as a weak, vulnerable puppy who needed to be taken care of, satisfying her own protective instincts. But in reality, from his "strategy" standpoint, he had already achieved his goal of "making things easier for you" perfectly.

To put it another way, this strategy actually means that Lu Xingzhou wanted to take care of her.

It reverses the celestial order, yet it achieves its goals subtly and quietly.

"You're still wet behind the ears, yet you want to take care of others." Ye Tinglan heard herself say this, her voice ethereal and soft, almost like she was being coquettish.

Lu Xingzhou laughed from behind: "Then please, Madam... take care of each other."

The title "Mr." was changed back to "Madam." It sounded perfectly natural, but Ye Tinglan's heart started racing again.

When one rises wearily and begins to dress in front of the mirror, what else could this be but a matter between husband and wife?

She reluctantly retorted, "Don't shout nonsense."

But her eyes in the mirror clearly held a seductive quality.

What's even more infuriating is that this scoundrel is so skilled at styling and combing women's hair. Many women don't even know how to do their own hair, but he does it perfectly for them.

Her dark hair was coiled in layers and secured with a jade hairpin, her hair piled high like clouds, with two strands of hair hanging down on either side, making her face look even more elegant.

"How many women have you combed their hair?" Although she felt a little sweet inside, Ye Tinglan gritted her teeth as she listened to her own voice.

Actually, only Shen Tang and Pei Chuyun had ever received this treatment; Yuan Muyu had never enjoyed it before. As for Shen Tang, a swordsman, she didn't like too many decorations on her head. This particular style was something she learned from Pei Chuyun; it was rather elegant and noble, suitable for Ye Tinglan.

Lu Xingzhou honestly replied, "The Pei family's dressing method."

Knowing that Pei Chuyun was involved, Ye Tinglan's anger lessened considerably. Instead, she secretly cursed herself for ending up like the Hehuan demoness...

Thank goodness, at least they haven't actually done what the Hehuan demoness did.

Just as I was thinking this, I heard Lu Xingzhou say, "Regarding the fact that my injuries are healing faster and that we all slept for a long time... it shouldn't be because of that bowl of porridge, but rather the result of the harmony of yin and yang."

Ye Tinglan: "..."

Yes, they kissed last night no matter what, which provides the basic conditions for the harmony of Yin and Yang and the flow of Qi.

The benefits to both parties are self-evident: the yin energy within them, which is many times stronger than his, is transferred into his body, and his long-dormant body is nourished by yang energy.

So she herself fell into a deep sleep.

You just said you didn't do anything like the Hehuan demoness, so what's this now? Is there a big difference?
Lu Xingzhou finally finished combing her hair and leaned over to place the comb on the dressing table in front of her.

He leaned over like that, as if he were holding her in his arms again, his head pressed against her cheek.

After placing the comb down, he casually turned his head and kissed her on the cheek: "My lady is treating my injuries, shouldn't we do more things that are beneficial to my recovery?"

The kiss was too natural. Ye Tinglan moved her little foot and stepped on his toes, annoyed. "Don't try to fool me with the tricks you use to fool little girls."

Lu Xingzhou jumped while holding his feet.

Ye Tinglan glanced back and smiled happily: "Serves you right."

She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, quite satisfied with the styling Lu Xingzhou had done for her. After looking around for a while, she suddenly asked, "Shouldn't the eyebrows be drawn thicker to better match this makeup?"

Lu Xingzhou was surprised that she was actually considering her appearance; this was something Ye Tinglan would never think about.

He naturally knew the standard answer: "The lady is naturally beautiful and needs no adornment."

"You know how to talk." Ye Tinglan stood up with satisfaction and naturally took his arm: "Stop thinking about good things all day, let's go out and get something to eat."

Lu Xingzhou's idea of ​​using the excuse of healing was thwarted, and he could only reluctantly be dragged away from the backyard of the inn by her to the front hall restaurant.

There were already a few customers having breakfast at the restaurant. Seeing the two of them helping each other out, the waiter greeted them with a smile: "It's rare for you two to dine together. Young master, you look much better. Are you almost fully recovered?"

Lu Xingzhou smiled and said, "Yes, it'll be ready soon."

"Madam looks even more radiant today; it seems she is overjoyed."

Lu Xingzhou glanced at Ye Tinglan furtively, and seeing that she didn't seem to be displeased at being mistaken for her husband, he said, "My illness is almost cured, isn't that the greatest joy?"

"That's right, that's right." The waiter sighed, "We've never seen such a good wife as you, young master. She cooks every meal herself and takes care of you in every possible way. With such a wife taking care of you, any illness will disappear."

Lu Xingzhou said, "I think you're saying that with a wife like that taking care of you, you'd rather be the one who gets sick..."

Ye Tinglan finally slapped his head: "What nonsense are you talking about? Sit down."

Lu Xingzhou obediently sat down, and the waiter clicked his tongue and said, "Young master, it's not shameful to listen to your wife. With a wife like that, I'd be happy to crawl on her back."

Lu Xingzhou: "...Are all waiters this talkative? Go and serve your dishes."

Ye Tinglan sat lazily in front of her, resting her rosy cheeks on her hand: "What's wrong? Do you think listening to the master is an insult to you?"

Lu Xingzhou smiled ingratiatingly: "Not at all, even if Madam were to step on me, I would be happy."

Ye Tinglan's eyes flickered, and she lightly spat, "You can't just call someone 'sir' like that in public."

"..." Lu Xingzhou tentatively asked, "Does this mean... I really call you 'Madam' in private?"

"Get out, and you're not allowed to." Ye Tinglan gritted her teeth: "After this trial, I'll expel you from the sect when I return to the Pill Academy. I don't have a student like you who betrays his master and is disrespectful to his superiors!"

When the waiter brought the porridge, Lu Xingzhou remained silent.

Are you sure you don't mean to be expelled from the school? If so, there's no need to worry about the title "Mr." You can just call her "Madam."
Anyway, in public she's called Mrs. Ye, and others call her Mrs. Ye. Who knows what the meaning is if someone calls her Mrs. Ye?

(End of this chapter)