Lord Buddha, don't laugh, Madam dug your ancestral grave

The sunshine in early winter is very warm, not too hot, and feels very comfortable on the body. The golden light dances through the glass window beside the bed, like a bright crystal stone, shining with dazzling brilliance.

Feng Lingche fell asleep in her arms, his steady and long breath spraying on her thin white neck, and his long, clear knuckles touching Wen Yang's palm, declaring sovereignty at all times.

The tall man, who was over 190cm tall, was fearful of her like a child. Dark shadows were reflected under his eyelids. Even though he was asleep, his body was in a tense state.

Wen Yang moved her body. The faint sound of the piano came from the corridor, and she uneasily wanted to get up and take a look.

As a result, as soon as he moved, his hands were imprisoned above his head by a long and slender hand.

When he first woke up, Feng Lingche's hair was a little messy, and the half-open black pajamas made the skin on his chest white and clear, shouting the man's wild and untamed sexual tension. He opened his bloodshot eyes, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "To recover so quickly, it seems that I didn't work hard enough for my husband."

Just as Wen Yang was about to speak, his lips were blocked...

The two of them didn't finish until the moonlight penetrated the clouds and hung on the treetops, and the cats began to look for food and wander around.

Looking down, Wen Yang in his arms had blushing cheeks, and his dark eyes were filled with mist-like water, like an intoxicating little fairy.

Feng Lingche's eyes deepened and he couldn't help but kiss her again. Wen Yang immediately resisted and put his hand on his chest, "If you continue, I will ignore you."

It's just that this threat sounds soft and not aggressive.

Her waist was pinched punitively by a big hand. The man rested his head on her soft belly and threatened, "If you disappear again this time, I will sell the contents of that small bottle to a Taoist priest for refining."

He half-opened his eyes and glanced lazily at the extremely exquisitely crafted Ruyi Purifying Bottle on the bedside table.

Wen Yang stared at his face, a little surprised, "Do you know what's in that bottle?"

"Although I can't see her, I can feel her presence."

He has an extraordinary sense of the cold aura. As long as that thing appears in the room, he can detect it, and she knows that there is more than one inside.

At this time, Feng Lingche was gently twirling her soft hair with his fingertips, his expression was lazy and elegant, and the familiar feeling in Wen Yang's heart emerged again.

She thought about it carefully, and slowly, the person in front of her gradually overlapped with the appearance of Yuanshi Tianzun in her memory!

Although the two people have completely different looks, Yuanshi Tianzun's appearance is naturally indistinguishable. Everyone in the six realms knows her stunning beauty. Even the most beautiful fairy in the Heavenly Palace is not as good as the one who is in danger. He looks like a monster who is both good and evil, and Feng Lingche is closer to being cold and dignified, gentle and ascetic, but also reveals a sense of distance that goes against the world.

The facial features are so perfect that they seem to have been carefully carved by the gods with a piece of cold jade, and every movement is full of nobility and elegance.

Even the little habits are very similar, such as Yuanshi Tianzun half-opening his eyes when looking at people, tapping his fingers on the table when he is unhappy, etc. She has seen these actions in Feng Lingche.

Wait...Hanyu?
When she was with Yuanshi Tianzun, she saw a crystal clear jade pendant on his waist. The material was made of the finest jade from the Tianshan Mountains.

There was a cold air all over the body, and there were ancient patterns engraved on it, as if some power was sealed.

Could it be that Feng Lingche's body is carrying this piece of cold jade, so it is different from ordinary people's coldness?

I was hit on the forehead, but it didn't hurt.

Wen Yang came back to his senses in a daze, and just met Feng Lingche's dark eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "Why are you in a daze again? Are you thinking about other men?"

"certainly not."

Wen Yang turned over and looked at the exquisite gemstone ring on her finger and continued to think.

Feng Lingche was afraid that she would fall asleep again, so he hugged her from behind.

Wen Yang was startled by the sudden suspension of his body. She subconsciously hooked her arms around his neck, "What are you doing?" "I'm holding you to take a shower."

"..."

A few more hours later.

The two of them were sitting in the restaurant on the first floor.

There is a dazzling array of tonic soups on the table, all of which are Michelin-rated dishes.

Wen Yang was about to take the spoon when Feng Lingche took it.

She looked at him suspiciously.

Feng Lingche scooped up a small spoonful of soup, put it to her lips, blew on it, and handed it to her mouth, "I'll feed you."

There were expressions of being knocked around. Wen Yang smiled unnaturally and muttered silently, "...it's my waist that hurts, not my hands!"

Feng Lingche's tone was unquestionable, "Open your mouth."

"I will do it myself!"

"Want me to feed you with my mouth?"

"..."

In the end, she finished a small bowl under the expectant gaze of everyone.
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At the beginning of the lanterns, although everything has withered, the scenery of the imperial capital is still beautiful. The frost-covered trees outdoors are full of tree hangings, and colorful ribbons are flying in the wind. The bleak winter is no longer lonely.

Zhou He, who was walking in front, was jumping up and down. She had not gone shopping for a long time and everything she saw was new. After trying on the latest lipstick colors, she ran into the fitting room carrying a few beautiful skirts.

Fu Chenhong followed Wen Yang, with a pale face and a stiff expression, but with quiet satisfaction in his eyes, "She has been very bored during this period. Thank you Master Wen for taking her out to relax."

Wen Yang said, "Just call me Wen Yang. Just now you said that the distinguished guest over at Chen Yan was reincarnated?"

Fu Chenhong nodded, "He said he would put in a few nice words in the underworld to promote your store more."

Wen Yang laughed, "Gang leader Su is really an admirable person."

"It seems that that person is indeed the famous martial arts champion and the founder of Drunken Boxing." Fu Chenhong also laughed, "It's just a pity."

"What a pity?"

"Gang Leader Su left too early. Those children haven't really learned martial arts yet."

Wen Yang sneered, "You have such a beautiful thing in the world. You can open up those children's Ren and Du meridians in advance so that they will not be sick in the future. Just be satisfied."

"Sick child?"

"They all died young. Without the help of that distinguished guest, even if they had one more chance to be reborn, they would still be inseparable from soups and medicines in the future."

But things are different now. Those with high talent may have the opportunity to achieve success in martial arts, while those without talent can at least be safe and healthy even if they cannot practice martial arts.

Fu Chenhong didn't expect that there was such a reason, so he was silent for a while.

Suddenly something came to mind, "By the way, Chen Yan said she has something to ask you."