jdhmnovel Chapter 232 The Sky of Nanling is About to Change
Chapter 232 The Sky of Nanling is About to Change
Linglong hummed lightly, the hem of her gilded robe drew a neat arc, and she half-knelt in front of the young man. The young man looked much more proud and gorgeous than before she left, but also much more haggard.
He raised his hand to touch what was in his heart, but when he saw the brokenness in the young man's eyes, his heart ached.
He didn't dare to lower his hand. After all, it was she who caused him to suffer all this.
Dan's lips moved a few times, and finally he spoke: "My silly little An!"
The familiar cold voice carries endless tenderness and tenderness.
Zi'an, who had been staring at the woman with longing, could no longer hold back when he heard these words, and threw himself into the woman's arms and cried softly.
Linglong embraced the trembling body in her arms, and her eyes turned cold the moment she touched his body. She took out a lake blue cloak out of thin air and put it on Zi'an, then picked him up horizontally and looked at the queen.
"Mother Queen, Lord Zheng is not feeling well. I will take him down first."
Ji Lanhuang, whose mind was not in the palace, waved her hand and said, "Go ahead."
Linglong leaned forward slightly: "Thank you, Queen Mother."
A young master from an official family said in a low voice: "This mysterious princess is really beautiful. She is even more beautiful than the previous King Zhen."
An official said: "The sky in Nanling is about to change."
The Princess's Palace: Zichen Hall and Jinhua Hall.
Linglong placed the person on the couch and was about to get up when her waist was tightly clamped, and then a great force pulled her forward.
As her body fell, Linglong stretched out her hand to protect the head of the person under her.
Before she could react, her lips were covered with softness and a sweet scent melted in her mouth.
Three thousand strands of black hair are intertwined together, and the red silk and black clothes are matched together, making it indistinguishable between you and me.
Zi'an looked at the face of Sai Xue that was engraved in his bones and murmured, "Sister, I must be dreaming, right?"
Listening to the soft whispers in her ears, Linglong was stunned. She lowered her eyes and met a pair of dazed and longing brown eyes, and her heart ached.
She stroked the young man's smooth cheek, lowered her head and pecked his lips gently. The cold voice was gone, and only tenderness remained: "Guai'an, this is not a dream, I'm back, your wife is back."
"I'm sorry, it's my wife's fault for making Gua'an wait for me for so long."
Hearing this, Zi'an blinked and subconsciously bit his lower lip with his snow-white teeth. The pain made his pupils gradually focus.
At the same time, it also made him sure that he was not dreaming and that his wife had really returned.
But it still doesn't seem real, I moved my fingers.
As her belt loosened, Linglong's pupils trembled, her belt was hooked open, and her neck felt hot and wet. Looking at the handsome young man approaching her with a carefree look, Linglong reached out and easily stopped the young man's rebellious hands under her.
Linglong got a chance to breathe, and said, "Wait, be good."
Zi'an, whose movements were stopped, suddenly became quiet, and then he started to cry, with his sobs becoming louder.
"Woo-"
Linglong's body stiffened, and then she was at a loss. She stood up, hugged the person in her arms, and took out a handkerchief to wipe away Zi'an's tears.
"Don't cry, my sister will accompany you in whatever you want to do. Stop crying, okay?"
Ming Si, who was guarding outside, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the crying.
My lord, you have been suppressed for too long, it is a good thing for you to cry.
Zi'an lay in Linglong's arms, crying and shaking.
Linglong gently patted the back of the person in her arms, coaxing her softly and helping her to calm down.
But as she was coaxing him, she felt cold and the front of her clothes had been almost torn off.
Linglong felt a pain in her collarbone. She was extremely sensitive and her body trembled and she took a breath.
Zi'an's eyelashes were wet with tears, and his beautiful eyes stared at Linglong infatuatedly: "Sister, my wife, please let me feel your presence, okay? An'an is scared, please."
With a trembling voice, Linglong looked back at the delicate eyes and eyebrows of the person she loved, her throat dry, and she said in a hoarse voice: "Okay."
With a thought, the scenery around the two people changed, and their bodies were enveloped by warm springs at the same time.
Linglong, who had closed her eyes since entering the space, began to change her expression. A moonlight totem appeared on her forehead, and her black hair gradually changed color, with dots of starlight scattered between her misty purple hair.
The sudden change of scene made Zi'an stunned for a moment. When he was about to ask something, he saw the change in Linglong's appearance and a look of surprise spread in his eyes.
Before this, Linglong was like a banished immortal, but now Linglong is like a deity and cannot be desecrated.
While the young man was stunned, he saw a black silk ribbon in Linglong's hand.
This time, she did not cover her own eyes, but tied the ribbon around Zi'an's eyes.
Suddenly, the scene in front of him turned dark. Zi'an raised his hand nervously and grasped Linglong's wrist, calling softly, "My dear wife."
The tone was as gentle as always.
The knot was tied, and Linglong opened her eyes, revealing a pair of strange pupils as bright as the galaxy, vast and mysterious.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the young man who was relying on her. She opened his shirt with her delicate fingertips. She leaned close to him and pecked his lips, her voice low and gentle: "Don't be afraid, my wife is here, leave everything to me."
The spiritual clothes and accessories fell off one by one, and were everywhere on the water and the stone shore.
The fair skin leaned against the pool wall, the young man tilted his head back in impatience, his red lips slightly parted, breathing heavily.
Interlock your fingers for a tight fit.
The water in the Lingquan Pool swayed and slapped against the pool wall.
"Wife...wife...give me...a child, please?"
Zi'an's body swayed up and down, his almond-shaped eyes drooped slightly under the silk ribbon, with an alluring crimson at the corners of his eyes, as he tried hard to piece together complete words of hope from the broken voice.
Linglong paused when she heard that, and stared at the emotional person in front of her with her deep eyes.
The miscarriage left him with regrets.
She leaned forward and pecked his lips, "Okay, as you say."
The pink and gold waist chain was stained with water and fit perfectly against the smooth skin.
...?
Three days passed in the space, and more than half an hour passed outside.
Linglong, wearing a brown long dress with lotus pattern, appeared in the hall holding the unconscious Zi'an. She laid Zi'an on the bed and took off the silk ribbon for him.
Her eyes, full of love, quietly gazed at the still rosy corners of the young man's eyes. She curled her lips, leaned over and pecked the corner of his lips, covered him with the quilt, and turned to leave the inner hall.
On the way, he made a hand gesture, and his hair color and appearance returned to black hair and black eyes again. He turned the shiny black soul-calming bead in his hand and left the inner hall.
He pushed open the door, looked at the people and beasts kneeling on the ground in the courtyard, stepped out of the palace, and said in a cold voice: "Mingsha, Mingsi, Mingyi, the spirit beasts stay, and the rest of you retreat."
"Yes, Palace Master."
Walking under the eaves, a white marble chair appeared out of thin air behind her, and she sat down calmly and elegantly. She leaned slightly on the back of the chair, one hand on the armrest, and her thumb rested on her forehead.
She looked at the people below with cold eyes, her three thousand black hair scattered behind her head, looking lazy and casual.
"Report to me everything that has happened to him since I left my master."
The exquisite voice was cold and thin, even more chilling than the cold snowy day.
Although there were correspondences regarding An An's situation, they were not detailed.
The first to report was Ming Si, with Fox and White Tiger echoing and supplementing his thoughts.