Mingyu was surprised, "Don't you know that Lord Demon Lord allowed me to stay in Linyuan to recover from my injuries?"

Yao Yue was not to be outdone, "Then why do you live in Qingbo Palace? This is Huan Lang's palace."

Mingyu lowered his head to tidy up his clothes and said displeasedly, "Don't you know that Huan Lang has already lived in the west side hall? This is the east side hall."

Yao Yue wanted to ask again, but Mingyu suddenly raised his head, his purple eyes were piercing and full of color, but his tone was very cold, "Master Zhan Yue, do you want to stay and watch me undress? If you want to see, just say so, why bother?"

I made such a lame excuse, saying that you are a road fool and that you would go to such a big palace by mistake. Will anyone believe me?"

Yao Yue pursed her lips tightly, snorted coldly, and walked away with a puff of sleeves.

When I ran to the west side hall, there was no one inside. The quilts were neatly arranged and there was a little warmth. I thought it would be some time before I got up.

Finally I found Huan Lang by the lake.

He was dancing with a sword. The ice sword was moving like a snake or a dragon. It was strong and powerful, with a faint aura of violence.

This kid is a bit thoughtful.

Yao Yue felt a little unhappy. As her children grew up, even if she watched them under her nose, she could not get into the increasingly complicated hearts of these children.

Those thoughts are like flowers in the mirror, flowers in the mist, and they are covered with hazy fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

What did you think back then?

There was a blank in her memory, she was completely unfamiliar with this, and she had no way to start or empathize with these children.

After letting out a faint sigh, she strolled back to Snow Soul Palace.

From a distance, I saw a black figure sitting beside the stone table at the entrance of my courtyard.

Mingyu was sitting on the stone bench, eating his breakfast slowly.

A gust of wind blew up, and the fresh peach blossom fragrance entered her nose faintly, and Yao Yue's eyes lit up.

Mingyu used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of shortbread shaped like a peach blossom. When he took a bite, he narrowed his eyes slightly and the corners of his lips immediately curled up.

That is Yao Yue’s favorite peach blossom cake.

Coming back from a walk just now, Yao Yue suddenly felt a little hungry.

Mingyu seemed to suddenly notice Yao Yue standing not far away, and stood up with a smile, "Master Zhan Yue hasn't had breakfast yet, right? Why don't we eat it together."

Yao Yue shook her head resolutely, "No, Mr. Fox, please use it yourself."

She wouldn't eat anything that was so extraordinary.

When Yao Yue's usual peach blossom cakes arrived in the dining room, Yao Yue had no appetite at all.

These peach blossom cakes are not fragrant enough, have a bad shape, not to mention taste.

Huan Lang entered the Snow Soul Palace and saw that Yao Yue had hardly touched the snacks. He thought that Yao Yue's old illness had returned and he couldn't eat. He was so nervous that he said, "Mother, I'll call Sister Huan."

He turned and ran.

Yan Huan rushed over immediately, leading a group of demon fairies who were good at dietary medicine and entered the Snow Soul Palace in a menacing manner.

Even if Yao Yue was not really sick, she could only lie on the bed obediently and was prohibited from getting out of bed by Yan Huan.

Yan Huan changed back into men's clothes. Three thousand black silk hair was tied firmly on the top of her hair, and was fastened with a gold crown, which was very neat. She waved her hand and said, "Auntie will focus on taking care of her body from now on. Don't be busy with Linyuan's affairs anymore."

.Things are trivial, aunt, you just think too much."

Yao Yue smiled faintly and nodded, "It's okay if you want me not to think too much. Then you should quickly make me your concubine. My aunt won't have to think about so many things anymore."

"..."

The Demon Lord, who had pointed out the country just now and was so arrogant, immediately ran away.

Huan Lang was left standing by the bed eagerly, Yao Yue's face clearly reflected in his empty eyes, as if she was the only one in his eyes.

"Huan Lang, go and do your work. Mother is fine here."

Huan Lang shook his head, "Huan Lang doesn't dare to leave until I see my mother getting better."

His hand held hers tightly, as if Yao Yue would disappear if he didn't use more force. The nervous look made Yao Yue laugh, "Mom, I'm fine, but today's breakfast is not to your liking. You This child shouted loudly and called a group of people to come in. What can I do without pretending to be sick?"

Yao Yue didn't know that Huan Lang had gone through many struggles on the edge of life and death with her that she couldn't even remember.

Those memories were engraved in his bones and had been with him since the day he could remember.

After all, knowing that Yao Yue's face was cold, Huan Lang turned around and left.

Two hours later, Huan Lang came in with a plate of peach blossom cakes.

The aroma was so intoxicating that Yao Yue immediately moved her index fingers and ate three in one breath before stopping.

Huan Lang was on the side and cleverly served a cup of lily honey juice, which complemented the taste of peach blossom cake.

Yao Yue picked up one and put it to Huan Lang's mouth.

Huan Lang took a bite happily, with a satisfied smile on his face, and his pink and tender face puckered up, making Yao Yue couldn't help but pinch it gently.

Huan Lang likes these sweets just like her.

Huan Lang leaned shyly on Yao Yue's hand, twisted a piece, and said with a loud sound, "Mother, eat it."

The mother and son, one piece for you and one piece for me, ate the peach blossom cake on the plate until not even the dregs were left.

After eating and drinking, Yao Yue got out of bed and took a walk to eat. Huan Lang was beside him, following closely, holding Yao Yue's hand tightly with his little hand.

"Huan Lang, these peach blossom cakes don't look like the chef's craftsmanship."

Huan Lang nodded, "Indeed. This is the recipe given by Hu Jun Mingyu. He said that he thanked his mother for protecting her in Luoshenya. He had offended many people, so he used this recipe for making peach blossom cakes as an apology. Wang Niang My dear, you can be happy."

What happened to Ya Di was the most embarrassing thing in Yao Yue's life. She didn't think much about this stinky fox who had witnessed her own embarrassment. She always mentioned it and made excuses for it no matter what happened.

Probably because Yao Yue was in a good mood, the food served for dinner felt much more delicious than usual.

Yaoyue still used Peach Blossom Cake in the morning. When she went out, she saw Mingyu sitting in front of his Snow Soul Palace. Many monsters around him were watching in the dark. Some monsters even drooled at the sight.

Yao Yue coughed twice, and the monsters made bird and animal flashes one after another.

This monster, knowing that he is a disaster, still sits so openly in such a conspicuous place. Under the cherry blossom tree, the tree is pink and white, and the black clothes are like ink. The contrast is sharp, but they are bathed in the morning light together, which is extremely harmonious. How can this scene not be tempting?

She walked straight past, pretending not to see Mingyu.

When he came back at noon, Mingyu was still sitting under the cherry blossom tree. He felt Yao Yue's footsteps, raised his head, and smiled at Yao Yue from afar.

In an instant, the cherry blossom trees behind him lost their color.

Thousands of graces are all in his smile.

The attendants following Yao Yue made gasping sounds, and one of them even fell to the ground.

Yao Yue was angry, "Someone, drag me down!"

There was a sound of falling flowers in the courtyard.
Chapter completed!