Zuixianlou was packed with guests.
Manager Feng and the waiters were extremely busy, and even Afu and the others helped out. Everyone was all smiles.
Look at this business! There's no worry about the Prince's mansion running out of rice to cook.
There really are princesses.
Long Moyuan led Feng Qingcheng into the elegant room for a meal.
While eating, Feng Qingcheng wrote down clever ways to collect debts.
Seeing how hard she was working, Long Moyuan simply put away her paper.
"Ah Yuan," Feng Qingcheng said coquettishly.
"Sweetie, fill your stomach first, then you can tell me what to write."
How could I let those guys see my wife's handwriting?
Hmph, only he can see it.
Feng Qingcheng's eyes lit up suddenly, "Really?"
"When have I ever lied to you?" Long Moyuan said, then picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into her mouth.
Feng Qingcheng happily ate her food, "You said it yourself, if you ever lie to me again, I'll make you kneel on durians."
"What is durian? Is it a person's name?"
It seems that this dynasty probably didn't exist.
However, seeing that Long Moyuan asked so seriously, Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but laugh, "I'll tell you when I find it."
Long Moyuan smiled and said, "Yes, I'm glad Acheng likes it."
"Anyway, you're not allowed to lie to me anymore." Feng Qingcheng shook his hand, feeling somewhat smug under his doting care.
"Alright." Long Moyuan's face was full of doting affection. "Would you like me to make a vow?"
"Ah, no need, they can't bear to part with you."
Feng Qingcheng felt she had gone a bit too far.
Seeing the look of enjoyment on Long Moyuan's face, he felt relieved.
Long Moyuan is sometimes really easy to bully.
If only I could bully him for the rest of my life.
"Haha, Qingcheng, Long Moyuan, you two are actually here." Nanfeng barged into the elegant room in a flurry of activity.
He brought a set of bowls and chopsticks.
Long Moyuan narrowed his eyes and glared fiercely at Nanfeng.
Is this guy looking for death?
The south wind ignored him, and rushed towards the phoenix, its beauty captivating.
"Qingcheng, are you feeling better?"
Feng Qingcheng was also happy to see Nanfeng. "Alright, Nanfeng, weren't you going to train?"
"You're hungry and here to eat? I just heard about your debt collection, it's hilarious!" Nanfeng said as he sat down and started eating without any hesitation.
"Ahem." Long Moyuan coughed.
He ordered the kitchen to prepare all of Ah Cheng's favorite dishes. How could Nanfeng be so shameless?
“Ah Yuan, Nanfeng’s arrival is just in time. Didn’t His Highness the Crown Prince say he would come to challenge our palace’s checkpoints tomorrow? With Nanfeng’s addition, we will be even stronger.”
Nanfeng's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes, I can ask my fellow disciples from the Xuantian Sect to come and help. Master said that you were once students admitted by the Xuantian Sect, and the Xuantian Sect will protect you."
Is it Jiang Yuebai of the Xuantian Sect?
My idol is amazing!
Feng Qingcheng was overjoyed, "Really?"
“Acheng, our royal family doesn’t need to depend on others.” Long Moyuan gently stroked her hair and explained calmly.
"Tch, Long Moyuan, keep pretending. You think you're still the same as before..."
“Nanfeng,” Feng Qingcheng interrupted him, “I’m in charge of the Prince’s Mansion now. Tomorrow I’ll invite you to team up with your fellow disciples from the Xuantian Sect to participate in the challenge.”
"good."
Long Moyuan's fingers clenched slightly.
"Ah Yuan, it's more fun when everyone takes on the challenge together, isn't it?" Feng Qingcheng smiled and stuffed a meatball into his mouth.
Long Moyuan was instantly healed.
Ah Cheng only needs him in his heart; why should he care about anything else?
The world thought he had fallen from grace and trampled on him, but the world would regret it later.
"Ah Cheng, I still want to eat the Imperial Concubine Red wine. Can you get it for me? That thing is a bit far away from me."
Feng Qingcheng looked at Consort Hong beside her. It wasn't far; his arms were so long.
“Acheng…”
Long Moyuan's voice sent chills down her spine.
Feng Qingcheng had no choice but to help him pick up the food. She wanted to put it in his bowl, but he just opened his mouth.
Feng Qingcheng had no choice but to feed him.
"Thank you, Acheng. Acheng, try this." Long Moyuan held the peeled shrimp to Feng Qingcheng's lips.
Feng Qingcheng had no choice but to bite it.
It's nice to have someone help peel the shrimp; it saves your hands from getting dirty.
"Ah Cheng, I still want to eat crab roe and crab meat rolls, can you get them for me?"
Was this person doing this on purpose?
Feng Qingcheng felt a little embarrassed in front of Nanfeng, but if she refused, Long Moyuan would definitely be angry.
This guy is hard to appease when he gets angry.
Weighing the pros and cons, let's just let the south wind suffer.
So Feng Qingcheng fed him crab meat rolls, and he fed her Nine-Refined Incense.
The two exchanged blows, their movements becoming increasingly practiced.
"Thank you, Acheng. Acheng is so kind to me."
I don't want this; it's your shameless demand that I want it!
Although Feng Qingcheng thought this in her heart, she smiled brightly and gritted her teeth slightly, "This is what I should do."
I really want to poison him!
Seeing the two of them being so affectionate in front of him, Nanfeng felt a lump in his throat.
Waaah, he shamelessly barged into their private apartment to freeload, only to end up eating a pile of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection). He might as well just die from overeating.
The south wind quickly swept away the delicious food, and I wolfed it down in a hurry. "I'm full. I'm going to contact my fellow apprentices. You guys take your time eating."
Don't eat yourself to death!
The south wind departed with resentment.
Feng Qingcheng originally wanted to give him the leg bone of the three-tailed bear, but with Long Moyuan present, she couldn't just take it out.
Forget it, I'll just give it to him secretly tomorrow. It's better to avoid trouble.
Only after Nanfeng left did Long Moyuan truly feel happy.
Hmph, trying to disturb his meal with Ah Cheng? Let him be sick of it!
Ah Cheng is his; who dares to covet him?
"Ah Yuan, I'm full, I'm full, don't feed me anymore, my stomach is going to burst."
If I keep feeding them, they'll really break their stomachs.
Eating is supposed to be a relaxing and enjoyable activity, but Long Moyuan deliberately made it a difficult task.
Feeding them one by one is really tiring.
Her hands were so sore, and her hands weren't as long as his.
snort.
A man who gets jealous over the mere appearance of a woman—if that were modern times, he'd be kneeling on a durian to reflect on his actions!
Long Moyuan wiped the grease from her lips for her. "Acheng eats so little, no wonder he's so thin."
Is she thin?
She's still thin?
By modern standards, she is at least five pounds overweight, the kind of person who needs to practice yoga every day to lose weight, right?
"Didn't A-Yuan eat enough?"
Long Moyuan nodded, looking at her expectantly, "Acheng, can you continue feeding me?"
don't want!
I got goosebumps all over!
If you keep feeding them like this, there won't be any room left for chicken skin to grow!
"My hands are sore, boohoo, Yuan, can you eat by yourself? My hands are so sore, I've been busy with this and that since I got up so early, I'm so miserable..."
The art of rejecting someone lies in—playing the victim!
Sure enough, she deliberately squeezed out a few tears, which made Long Moyuan feel extremely distressed.
He pulled Feng Qingcheng onto his lap and hugged her.
Feng Qingcheng was stunned.
My hand is sore, not my butt!
What do you mean by giving me a human cushion?
"Is your hand more sore on this side or the other side?" Long Moyuan put his arm around her waist and gently massaged her delicate hands.
Feng Qingcheng: Waaah, sir, I was wrong, please forgive me.
Seeing her worried expression, Long Moyuan sighed, "Poor child, it seems both sides are sore. Let me massage them for you."
After saying that, Long Moyuan massaged her from her shoulders down, asking, "Acheng, does it feel good?"
His breath seemed to carry fire, burning against her ear, making her blush deeply.
She could only nod.
Long Moyuan then pressed her hands up to her shoulders, asking, "Is the pressure alright?"
Was this guy doing it on purpose?
He ostensibly pressed her hand down, but secretly he deliberately touched her chest with his arm!
Waaah!
Mother.
I can't stand it.
This posture.
This action.
Those who didn't know the situation might think they were doing something bad.
"Ah Cheng? Are you comfortable?" Long Moyuan asked softly in her ear.
That sound was like death.
Feng Qingcheng's breathing became disordered. "A Yuan, I'm too heavy. Please put me down. Otherwise, it will press on your legs and be bad for your health."
"I just like it when Ah Cheng is on top of me."
It's over.
Long Moyuan actually flirted with her while they were eating!
Oh dear, and yet she still enjoys it so much.
She was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it and would retaliate by pinning him to the ground and taking advantage of him.
"Ah Cheng, are you blushing?" Long Moyuan was getting more and more outrageous, kissing her cheek directly.
Feng Qingcheng begged for mercy, "A Yuan, my hand isn't sore anymore, I can feed you now."
"Really?" Long Moyuan stopped pressing and turned her around directly.
They pressed their faces together, forehead to forehead.
"Okay, put me down now, I'll feed you."
"I want to be fed mouth-to-mouth." Long Moyuan said, blushing as well.
Feng Qingcheng was stunned for a moment because she didn't expect this little puppy to make such a request.
Suddenly, she seemed to sense something, and was so frightened that she dared not move.
Long Moyuan, he...he...
Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!
"Master, pounce on him, let's cultivate together!" the little pig shouted in the space.
"Master, his true dragon aura is beneficial to my cultivation!" the little dragon on my wrist shouted.
This is insane!
Feng Qingcheng had no intention of listening to these two, and was about to take out her silver needles when—
"Ahhh, what are you doing in broad daylight?" Nanfeng rushed in and shouted angrily when he saw the two of them doing this.
Feng Qingcheng was so frightened that she immediately jumped off Long Moyuan's body.
As for Long Moyuan, his face was still flushed and his breathing was rapid, clearly indicating that he was sexually frustrated.
This guy, oh my god, I can't even look at him.
Fearing that Nanfeng would see him in such a miserable state, Feng Qingcheng waved her hand, and Nanfeng was swept away by a gust of wind.
Just as she was about to give Long Moyuan acupuncture, Long Moyuan suddenly pulled her into his arms with a frighteningly strong force.
Feng Qingcheng was stunned for a moment.
Are all men this strong?
She's clearly a Xuanhuang level expert!
"Hmm!"
Long Moyuan directly captured her cherry lips in his mouth, thrusting wildly and roughly.
Feng Qingcheng was stunned.
Good heavens, in broad daylight, Zuixianlou, Yage, no door.
Given this location and circumstances, why would Long Moyuan choose this place for dual cultivation?
"Someone...will...come..."
Feng Qingcheng spoke haltingly.
She didn't get another chance to speak.
A little dragon flew out from her wrist. "Master, you are bold enough to practice dual cultivation. I will go and guard the gate for you."
Feng Qingcheng, "..."
Waaah, she was raped during her marriage, and there were three little pets watching! Someone please save her!
With nowhere to turn for help, Feng Qingcheng saw Long Moyuan press her down onto the soft couch in the elegant room.
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