The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

She sat up, leaned on the bedpost, gathered herself together, moved her arms and legs, her inner breath flowed lively in her body, her whole body felt as if she had been completely reborn, even her energy was full, she could go down and take a call immediately fist.

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through Luo Qingyu's mind, could it be—

The intimacy he had with himself last night was the legendary double cultivation between gods and gods that can improve their skills? !

Well, that must be the case, otherwise it would be impossible to explain her current state.

She couldn't lie down anymore, lifted the quilt, got dressed and got out of bed. [

At a glance, she saw the dots of hickey marks on her body, paused, and clenched her fists again!

Did this guy do it on purpose?

He can easily erase any scars, but he wants to leave these hickey marks, as if stamped with his exclusive seal!

There seemed to be some movement outside the building. Luo Qingyu stood in front of the window and looked down, slightly taken aback.

In a flower pavilion below, Di Shiyin was sitting in front of a log table, and the five disciples were standing outside the pavilion respectfully, listening to Di Shiyin's orders.

As soon as Luo Qingyu appeared in front of the window, Di Shiyin seemed to have noticed something, looked back at her, and a cold and soft voice rang in her ear: "Qingyu, come down."

Luo Qingyu was too lazy to walk up the stairs, so she jumped down from the window, and with a few more light steps, her clothes fluttered down into the pavilion.

"See Master." The five disciples bowed down together.

Luo Qingyu choked for a moment. Although she was still a little uncomfortable with this address, she didn't show it on her face.

He waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Five——teacher... Please, there is no need to be polite."

With a flick of Di Shiyin's sleeve, not only was a fallen leaf off the bamboo stool next to him, but a soft brocade cushion was placed on it: "Sit down."

Although the voice was flat, it was thoughtful.

Although the five disciples all lowered their heads slightly, there was a sense of surprise in the eyes of each of them.

The great master who has always been cold and cold, who has never cared about anyone, can be so considerate sometimes!

This is even more surprising than when a big horse monkey suddenly popped out of the new room when entering the bridal chamber!

It turns out that Master also has such a time as an ordinary person...

Luo Qingyu sat down beside him: "That—Master—Shi Yin, what's the matter?"

Di Shiyin casually pushed her a celadon tureen: "Drink this porridge."

Luo Qingyu: "..." He called her down to drink porridge? [

Under the gaze of these pairs of eyes, Luo Qingyu felt that the bowl of porridge was a bit hot, and even forgot the hunger in his stomach.

She smiled: "It's a bit hot, it's not too late to drink it later. Well, it's better for you to solve it first."

"Drink the porridge first." Di Shiyin supported his chin with one arm lazily, describing his laziness, but his words were unquestionable.

Luo Qingyu: "..."

His tough attitude made her a little uncomfortable.

However, in front of his five disciples, she didn't want to refute his face, so she paused for a while, finally opened the tureen on the bowl of porridge, and was stunned again.

The porridge in the bowl is green and oily, brighter and more tender than the spring wheat seedlings. There are a few pieces of ginger-colored things floating in it, which is fragrant.

What porridge is this?She had never seen it.

Zi Sanghe also made this porridge late?

She glanced at Zi Sang Hewan outside the pavilion. Zi Sang Hewan kept his head lowered and did not look up at Luo Qingyu...

It seems that since Luo Qingyu came down, he never raised his head from the beginning to the end——