Mountain and River Festival

Chapter 368 I Can Be Your Mr. Too
Lu Xingzhou finally kissed him.

Actually, Lu Xingzhou originally didn't intend to "satisfy her"; he just wanted to tease her a little and set things right.

As a result, the proud Dragon Emperor's appearance was so tempting that even with professional training, he couldn't resist.

Who could remain calm in front of a humiliated empress?

Xiao Kui covered her eyes in shock, and like A Nuo, she peeked through her fingers at His Majesty being kissed with his hands behind his back, looking so timid and submissive.

His Majesty even instinctively wanted to struggle, but then seemed to remember something and held back, only tilting his head slightly to the left and right as if trying to avoid him.

As a result, my head was pressed down, and I was kissed so hard I was dizzy and disoriented.

What kind of scene is this...?

Finally, His Majesty's struggles ceased, and he became as limp as the withered flowers in the Imperial Garden, seemingly unable to stand without a man's support.

A strong aphrodisiac scent permeated the Imperial Garden, where bees and butterflies fluttered about, pairing up to mate.

Xiao Kui felt a little dizzy, wondering why A Nuo next to her was watching with her chin resting on her hand without any reaction. Was this chubby kid's cultivation really that strong?

His Majesty was lifted up horizontally and carried into the Rebellious Palace by Lu Xingzhou. Once the palace doors closed, there was no more gossip to be had.

Xiao Kui, however, was lost in her fantasies, wondering how His Majesty had been subjected to all sorts of things inside.

As I was imagining it, Ah Nuo's face appeared before my eyes.

Xiao Kui felt that the chubby face was blocking her view of the Rebellious Palace, so she casually pressed it aside.

Ah Nuo: “?”

Xiao Kui realized what was happening and quickly smiled apologetically, extending her face: "Take a picture of me! Take a picture of me!"

Ah Nuo thought that if she hit her, she might die: "Forget it, don't imagine those things. Master and Sister Long are definitely not doing that right now."

"How do you know..." Xiao Kui paused, then changed her question: "Can you really know what I'm thinking?"

Ah Nuo said, "I want to test it further. You deliberately use your internal energy to conceal it and see if I can still spy on you."

Deliberately using one's inner energy to conceal one's thoughts requires the application of divine sense, something Xiao Kui could never do. She channeled her demonic energy for protection: "Like this?"

Ah Nuo said, "What would you like to try?"

Xiao Kui smiled when she saw the adorable child.

Ah Nuo: "...You're thinking, this brat's face is just as round as yours, so why isn't he called a big-faced person?"

Xiao Kui took off running, but A Nuo grabbed her hem.

Little Sunflower cried out, "I was wrong! I'll never cricket you in my belly again! Please don't hit me!"

"Who hit you? They just want to ask you something."

Xiao Kui carefully turned her head, and A Nuo revealed a bright smile: "Sister Xiao Kui, if you sunflowers have children, do they give birth to sunflowers or sunflower seeds?"

Xiao Kui: "?"

I've never thought about such a profound question before; it does seem to be a problem.

Xiao Kui fell into deep thought, and after a long while, she said, "It should be... it should be humanoid, right? I'm not sure."

"That's good." A'nuo presented a handful of sunflower seeds: "How can you watch a play without eating these, right?"

Xiao Kui cried loudly.

Ah Nu cracked open sunflower seeds, finding the world of monsters truly fascinating. According to Ah Nu's understanding of flowers, blooming flowers represent human... well, does that mean Little Sunflower Sister's face is actually... touching her face is like touching... giving birth involves putting something on the face?
Thinking about it this way, all the flower fairies are lustful.

Uh, never mind, not suitable for children.

If Sister Xiaokui gave birth to a bunch of sunflower seeds, would we be afraid to eat them in the future...? That's a serious concern.

Logically speaking, someone like Sister Xiaokui shouldn't be able to have children, otherwise it would be too strange. Is the ability to make them fertile a unique effect of the Holy Mountain?
If the Holy Mountain can solve this problem, then why can't it solve the problem of dragon reproduction?
"Sister Xiaokui..."

Xiao Kui cried and dodged the sunflower seeds from her hand.

Anuo awkwardly put it away and asked, "Did you awaken your spirit because you grew up on the Holy Mountain? Does that mean the Holy Mountain is completely barren and won't have any plants?"

"Huh?" Xiao Kui scratched her head.

There are plants on the sacred mountain, so why haven't the other plants taken human form?

Is it because I have a special talent?

"Don't think about it," Ah Nuo complained. "It's probably because you're particularly dense."

Xiao Kui: "?"

Anuo stroked her chin. Because she was a pure flower fairy, Long Qinghuang had no suspicion of her.

But what if there's a backdoor?
Even the Holy Mountain knows about Sister Long's private affairs.

"Sister Xiaokui, go and gather all the palace maids here."

"what?"

Ah Nuo took out sunflower seeds.

Xiao Kui ran away in tears.

At this point, the Palace of Rebellion returned to its former state of chaos.

The originally limp and powerless Long Qinghuang was placed on the bed by Lu Xingzhou, and finally she managed to gain the position on top. Naturally, her hands were no longer well-behaved and began to bravely climb the dragon cliff.

His Majesty the Demon Emperor finally experienced what it felt like to be upside down. Actually, it was quite comfortable... Why did he react so strongly when brushed? He really doesn't know what's good for him.

Seeing that Long Qinghuang didn't seem to object and even had a dreamy look in her almond-shaped eyes, Lu Xingzhou felt even better.

This wasn't a specially changed old-fashioned garment for him; it was a gleaming gold dragon robe he wore right after court, exuding majesty.

With that dragon robe lying beneath him, being wantonly kneaded and squeezed, what man wouldn't feel his ego swell?

Lu Xingzhou grew bolder and his hand slowly moved down, beginning to secretly touch the parts of his face that resembled Xiao Kui's.

This time, the stimulation seemed too great. Long Qinghuang snapped back to reality, grabbed his wrist, and pushed the man back down beneath her.

Lu Xingzhou: “…”

They couldn't win; they had no chance of resistance whatsoever.

How did Ye Tinglan manage to fight such a Tyrannosaurus Rex? Even the gentle and sweet Master Xiangxiang didn't seem this strong...

Long Qinghuang's eyes still held lingering spring fever, her cheeks were flushed, and her expression was a half-smile: "You're so high and mighty, yet your hands and feet are so dirty."

Lu Xingzhou struggled for a moment but realized he couldn't, so he simply gave up and didn't move: "I admire Miss Long, and Miss Long knows that. His Majesty also knows what the name 'Rebellious Palace' means."

This was practically stating their intention to tame the dragon openly, but Long Qinghuang wasn't annoyed.

After all, it has already been said that as long as you have the ability, the dragon race will recognize you, and it's no big deal if you become a mount.

The same applies to him; if you have the ability, he will accept your conquest.

Long Qinghuang bit her lower lip and said in a low voice, "I don't believe it... Your pills haven't been tested, and it's unknown whether they'll even work. I'm also trying to find a way to make sure you win."

There was something else I didn't say: Even if you could really solve the problem, I would humble myself and then deny everything afterwards. What could you do then? Do you really think emotional appeals can conquer an emperor?
It was too much of a moment to say something that would spoil the atmosphere, and Long Qinghuang didn't think Lu Xingzhou was so oblivious to this, so she simply kept quiet.

Lu Xingzhou simply smiled and said, "Then let's do it all. We have to get things resolved eventually."

Long Qinghuang's heart softened, and she leaned down to kiss him on the cheek, whispering, "The court has decided to establish the Court of State Ceremonial, and the process will be very efficient. A framework should be in place by tomorrow. You can start tomorrow..."

I was going to suggest moving there, but then I thought about it and couldn't bear to leave. What came out of my mouth was: "You can leave the palace and have dealings with the Court of State Ceremonial."

Lu Xingzhou just laughed: "I might as well go and give them some guidance on their work at the Court of State Ceremonial."

Long Qinghuang was also amused: "Then you are certainly qualified to give birth to a dragon son."

Lu Xingzhou: "Huh?"

Do you like your title?

Lu Xingzhou remained silent for a moment, then climbed up Shenglong Peak from below, expressing his protest through his actions.

Long Qinghuang chuckled and leaned against him, whispering, "I know your heart isn't here, and you won't care about any title. When your heart is here, I'll make you a king; what does this viscount title matter? If you really care, the official title will be Viscount of Danxia County."

Lu Xingzhou said, "Danxia Mountain doesn't belong to the demon race, so you're just going to seal it off?"

Long Qinghuang slowly climbed off him, stood by the bed and straightened her clothes: "As long as you can devote yourself to this, taking Danxia Mountain into our territory is just a matter of a snap of the fingers. What can Gu Zhanting give you? Shen Tang? As long as Gu Zhanting is here, she is nothing."

The emperor's domineering words, coupled with the way he straightened the wrinkles on his chest, completely ruined the atmosphere. Lu Xingzhou didn't feel the domineering attitude but only found it cute, and couldn't help but laugh: "Yes, yes, yes."

Long Qinghuang said, "Don't mock me, you know it's true."

Lu Xingzhou said, "You can't beat Master Tinglan, so why are you so confident?"

Long Qinghuang's expression was not good, but she still admitted Ye Tinglan's strength: "She is only slightly inferior to her. If she really wants to beat me, it will take her a long time. Any interference could change the situation... That's not the problem. The problem is that Gu Zhanting is too scheming and is drifting further and further away from Ye Tinglan. When all parties of humanity are no longer united, they will no longer be my opponents."

Lu Xingzhou said, "You also have many internal problems."

"With your help..." Long Qinghuang trailed off, seemingly feeling it was beneath her to need the other party's help to demonstrate her loyalty in choosing her lord. So, for some reason, she abruptly changed the subject: "What exactly is your relationship with Ye Tinglan!"

Lu Xingzhou: “…”

"Speak." Long Qinghuang grabbed his collar fiercely: "Have you slept with her? That damned woman is so delicate and soft, she won't have the kind of trouble I have, right?"

No one could have imagined that the real Demon Emperor and the Holy Lord's struggle for a man would only begin at this moment.

Before this, it had never really happened.

Only when you truly care will you feel such intense jealousy and vigilance.

Lu Xingzhou dared not tell the truth at this moment, so he could only say, "She is my teacher, who taught me alchemy."

Long Qinghuang paused, then suddenly realized that using the alchemy techniques taught by Ye Tinglan to solve the dragon race's problems might not be a bad idea...

Of course, he couldn't say that verbally, so he just smiled and said, "Well... how's the physical technique I taught you? Are you on par with her now?"

Lu Xingzhou thought to himself, "You've never sailed on land before, how come you're sitting at the same table with her?" He said aloud, "Didn't you teach A'Nuo your martial arts skills?"

Long Qinghuang ignored his self-deceiving words and whispered softly in his ear: "Physical skills might involve touching, pointing, and even undressing to demonstrate... Wouldn't that be more interesting than her teaching alchemy?"

Lu Xingzhou: “…”

"So, do you want me to teach you?"

"……don't want."

Long Qinghuang got angry and turned to leave, puffing out her cheeks: "You think you're so capable? My name is A'nuo, and you're not allowed to tell anyone. We'll see who can teach you then!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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