If Cangyuan were here right now, she would definitely cling to him and tell him the good news immediately.
Hard work pays off! Leng Qingning felt refreshed and invigorated, her body seemed much lighter than before. She could feel the power within her body being awakened, and she could even probe her dantian with her divine sense.
No wonder everyone wants to cultivate immortality.
Of course, I had to write to inform my master and senior brother Kong Xuanzi of such good news.
Sanshenglu officially opened for business.
The crowds packed the long street, just as large as when the last book was released.
"Boss, boss, everyone's asking what subject you'll be writing about in your next book!" The bookstore clerk rushed into the side room, jumping and running.
Fu Wen frowned: "How could you be so rude as to offend His Highness?"
The waiter quickly bowed and said, "Your Highness, the guests who have come to support us are too enthusiastic. We are simply overwhelmed."
Leng Qingning pondered, "This is a good thing!"
"Alright, go down and have the staff collect a list of what types of books everyone wants to read, and which type of book has the highest expectation. I will write down that type of book. Go."
"Alright!" The waiter happily left.
"Your Highness, can you really write anything?" Fu Wen asked in disbelief.
Leng Qingning said confidently, "That's right! No matter what kind of book they want to read, I can write it. Even if it's a genre they can't think of, I can make it up." That's how invincible I am.
Fu Wen cupped his hands in respect: "Your Highness is truly remarkable; I admire you greatly."
Leng Qingning returned to Langya Manor, which was unusually quiet today.
"Chaoxi, where are my husband and the others?" Why is there no one in the front yard as we walk along?
"Your Highness, the young masters are all in Wangyue Pavilion."
That's strange.
"What are they doing over there? Are they fighting?" Leng Qingning rushed out in a flash.
Morning light "..."
No, Your Highness…
Wangyue Pavilion
Leng Qingning rushed into Wangyue Pavilion, panting, and saw Gu Nanshu sitting in the courtyard playing the zither, Lin Xianzhi standing to the side singing, and Meng Xu playing the pipa.
Chi Yan... closed his eyes, leaned back in the recliner, and listened intently. Like a grandpa!
This scene was strangely harmonious.
Leng Qingning was so moved that tears almost streamed down her face.
It's not easy to see such a harmonious and friendly scene between husbands and wives in one's lifetime.
When the song ended, Meng Xu first noticed Leng Qingning standing in the doorway, looking completely absorbed.
"My lady, when did you arrive?"
Chi Yan sat up abruptly. "Ningbao, you're here?"
Gu Nanshu and Lin Xianzhi also looked towards the door.
Leng Qingning smiled wryly. Hadn't she just acted like a lovesick fool? They all saw it? She'd been careless!
He coughed lightly and stepped into the courtyard. Feigning nonchalance, he said, "I just returned to the manor and was taking a stroll when I heard singing and came in out of curiosity."
Meng Xu put down her pipa, quickly walked over, gently took Leng Qingning's arm, and a bright smile, like the morning dew, bloomed on her lips.
A faint, pleasant scent wafted through the air; a gentle inhale from Leng Qingning was refreshing and invigorating. She temporarily ignored the odd way they were holding hands.
"My lady, my brother says you have a great talent for music. Would you like to join us in playing?"
“Alright, I just thought of a tune. I’ll sing it first, and then you can play it after you’re familiar with the melody,” Leng Qingning said with a sweet smile.
Gu Nanshu: "Very well, please sing it aloud first, my lady."
Junzhu brought over some tea, which Leng Qingning accepted to moisten her throat.
"Green bricks and painted tiles, white horses treading on new mud, mountain flowers and banana leaves dyed red by the twilight, raindrops falling from the eaves, wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys, where are you, so poignant and restless?"...
After the second half of the song was sung with the accompaniment of several people, Junzhu served tea again.
Lin Xianzhi said with admiration, "My lady, I wonder what the name of this piece is? It's very beautiful."
"This piece is called 'Slowly, Slowly,' do you like it, Xianzhi?" Leng Qingning felt that Lin Xianzhi seemed much more cheerful than usual today.
Gu Nanshu smiled and said, "Not only does Xianzhi like it, but I like it very much too."
Meng Xu shook Leng Qingning's arm and said in a clear voice, "My wife, I also like serving you."
Chi Yan: "I think it's alright too." He likes all of Ning'er's songs.
Leng Qingning gave Biluo a wink, and Biluo immediately understood.
A moment later, the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were brought in, and Leng Qingning began to write the musical score…
The courtyard in front of Wangyue Pavilion was filled with beautiful singing all afternoon.
As night fell, Leng Qingning naturally stayed at Cheng Shijun's courtyard.
Who wouldn't love a sweet and adorable younger brother!
Half a month later, Leng Qingning finished her etiquette lessons. She asked the Empress for a three-month leave, and then prepared to go to the heavens with Chi Yan to rescue people.
On the night before her departure, Leng Qingning bid farewell to her husbands one by one, except for Cang Yuan, whose Azure Phoenix Sword might come in handy.
Finally, they arrived at Lin Xianzhi's courtyard.
"Xianzhi, you are the one I worry about the most. I have already told Yan Che that he will take care of you."
Lin Xianzhi could not hide his loneliness, his face full of reluctance. "Your Highness, you don't need to worry about me. I will wait for Your Highness to return."
Leng Qingning leaned gently against Lin Xianzhi's chest, unable to bear seeing his expression.
"Xianzhi, why do you always seem unhappy? Ever since you entered the manor, you've always been melancholy. Is it because you don't get along well with them?"
Lin Xianzhi tightened his embrace. "Your Highness, I never make enemies, and besides, I have Brother Shiyi and the Consort by my side, but..."
"Just what?"
Lin Xianzhi's eyes brightened; it was time to take the initiative.
"My lady, do you still remember when Xianzhi entered the manor?"
Leng Qingning recalled for a moment, "It was late December before the New Year, what happened?"
“My lady, I have been in the manor for more than two months, but you have never stayed overnight at Luming Courtyard.”
Leng Qingning suddenly realized that this was how it was, and she should have explained it to him earlier.
Looking up, his eyes met Lin Xianzhe's Adam's apple.
“Xianzhi, I just wanted to hold a wedding for you and Ayuan, and then consummate our marriage. I always felt that it would be unfair to you if I took you as my concubines directly, but recently there have been one wedding after another, so this matter has been delayed.”
So that's how it is! The thick fog in Lin Xianzhi's eyes dissipated, and a slight smile appeared on her lips, as the gloom of the past few days was swept away.
As long as it's not because you dislike him, that's fine.
"My lady, I don't care about those things. I would like to ask you to stay tonight, would that be alright?"
Leng Qingning knew that for Lin Xianzhe to take the initiative to say those words to persuade her to stay, he must have mustered up a great deal of courage.
"good!"
Her fingertips gently traced across her Adam's apple, instantly leaving her fair and smooth neck dotted with plum blossom-like spots.
Lin Xianzhi lowered his eyes, his dark, bright eyes filled with longing and admiration.
A cold, trembling hand wandered over every inch of her burning skin.
Overwhelmed by joy, Lin Xianzhe's calm exterior concealed a restless heart that pounded wildly, like an unstoppable torrent, no longer able to contain itself, and was released completely.
Finally, my wish has come true!
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