Abandoned Pit Admiral Unveiled Coffin

Chapter 568. LaoGong, Stay Night!

"No, that's not the case, Your Highness..."

Hearing An Lun's questioning, Fusang gradually began to panic.

Today, without telling His Highness, I took the other sisters to pray to the Lord God, and I have made a big mistake in the first place.

But now, His Highness deliberately came to comfort himself, but he wanted to make His Highness angry again.

Fusang was really in a hurry, so that tears started to well up in those beautiful eyes.

"Your Highness, Fusang... Isn't Fusang very useless..."

Resisting the tears from flowing out of his eyes, Fusang felt extremely sad in his heart.

It's just that she didn't know that in An Lun's eyes, her current appearance was more distressing than when she was crying.

"Sorry, it's my fault. It's my tone, a little too aggressive."

Carefully sitting on the same sofa as Fusang, after wrapping his arms around the girl's shoulders, An Lun gently hugged her into his arms: "I just want Fusang to know that husband and wife should be in the same boat The relationship is right. When you encounter difficulties, you should come to me to solve them together, instead of anesthetizing and torturing yourself with alcohol like now."

"But, if you rely on His Highness for everything, won't His Highness find Fu Sang annoying?"

Fusang raised his head like a little squirrel smelling the aroma of food, but after meeting An Lun's gaze, he quickly lowered his head again.

"You silly girl..."

An Lun scratched Fusang's nose with a wry smile: "There is no man in the world who would dislike his wife."

Well, except when playing games.

"Even if Fusang made such a big mistake today, won't His Highness despise me?"

The blue-black beautiful eyes were full of anticipation and curiosity.

"Of course."

To be honest, it was the first time that An Lun realized that the seemingly mature and powerful Fusang actually hides such a fragile heart under her appearance - just like glass, which will shatter if not careful. crack.

And An Lun's responsibility is to protect his fragile heart for his wife.

"Fusang, you should know that we have long been husband and wife, a community of destiny."

"If you even encounter difficulties, you won't ask me, the husband, to help you solve them."

"That only shows that Fusang, you don't regard me as your husband at all."

"not like this!"

Fusang, who was stupefied by An Lun, quickly put his arms around An Lun's neck in fright.It was as if he was afraid that he would run away from him.

"Your Highness has a lot of things to do every day, Fusang just doesn't want His Highness to delay work for me, so he will drink alone without telling His Highness."

"Every day is a ghost." Gently pinching Fusang's face, An Lun almost lost count of how many times this was his first time crying and laughing: "I'm super idle every day, okay?"

"Then Fusang, if you encounter difficulties in the future, can you go to His Highness as soon as possible?"

"Of course, we're husband and wife."

An Lun nodded, and rubbed the stubble of his chin on Fusang's face, causing the latter to make a cute 'woo-woo' sound like a small animal.

"Is it okay if something like today happened?" Fusang asked weakly.

And An Lun also took the opportunity to make fun of the girl: "I've said it a hundred times! Fusang, you really don't regard me as your husband, that's why you keep asking me?"

"It's not that I didn't, Your Highness, don't talk nonsense!" Fusang quickly shook his head and denied it.

"Then you ask your husband to listen to me?"

"Old..." The little mouth opened slightly to see An Lun's snickering expression, and the next second, Fusang's limp fist landed on An Lun's chest.

"Your Highness, it's too bad!"

"Is it still called Your Highness?"

"Bad guy! Bad...husband...!"

Her fair cheeks were flushed red, and after shouting these two words, Fusang buried her whole head in An Lun's arms like an ostrich.

The strong sense of shame constantly stimulated Fusang's nerves.

Although Fusang once heard Atago say that she liked the story of writing the character '正' on His Highness's thigh.Fusang originally thought that was shameful enough, but now it seems that calling her husband is more likely to make people's heart beat faster.

"Hey, since you call me that, my wife, I must spare no effort to help you."

An Lun straightened his back, cupped Fusang's cheek with both hands, and forced her to look into his eyes.

"Tell me about your distress, Fusang."

"temple……"

Before he had time to say it, Fusang came to the word 'down' on his lips, and An Lun stared back at him forcefully.

"Old man, do you think God will hate Fusang because of this?"

"Of course not, those who don't know are innocent."

"The temple... My husband, do you think that Fusang is still qualified to stay in the shrine and serve as a priestess?"