Extremely touching.

*

After a long moment of joy, when I woke up, it was already dark.

Holding the quilt and sitting up, Ling Zihan took a breath and "hissed".

Her whole body was sore and painful, and the feeling was not exaggerated to the point of being run over by a carriage. Of course, she had not been run over before, so she couldn't compare. However, the soreness was comparable to Yi Anliang's favorite little grapple.

A fight.

Suddenly I thought of the painful feeling of removing a joint, and there seemed to be a "clicking" sound in my ears.

Ling Zihan shuddered unconsciously, shook her head, patted her cheek again, and then came back to her senses.

It's an illusion, an absolute illusion.

"This bastard." Ling Zihan, who was about to take the clothes, lowered her head and happened to see the skin under the slipped brocade quilt. On the snow-white skin, there were mottled marks, either green or purple, all of which reminded her of what happened last night.

Another "competition".

Yes, it's a competition.

Ling Zihan redefined last night's entanglement. As the memories emerged, her white face gradually turned red, and finally she simply buried her head in the quilt.

The scene last night was extremely clear.

She couldn't remember how many times he wanted her, whether it was the seventh or the tenth, she really couldn't figure it out. She only remembered that she became the queen and jumped on him triumphantly. But how could she do this?

They were all newbies, and their physical strength was not as good as his. In the end, they were at a disadvantage and were completely controlled by him.

Unlike the tenderness in her memory of the first night, last night's lingering was gentle with a wildness that set fire to a prairie fire. In the midst of his constant demands, she actually fainted in the end!

God knows where that man got his strength from, but... ugh, he lost it again!

Ling Zihan curled up and hit her knee hard with her head. There was only a dull sound through the brocade quilt, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

But now she finally understood what Xuanyuan Huang meant by asking for back the benefits of his three-day wedding.

On the third day of their wedding, she slept for three days, but Xuanyuan Huang had to endure the pain of burning desire, deeply suppressing the pain of being with his beloved wife but not being able to touch him. But this extremely dissatisfied desire doubled last night.

He went back. This was very much in line with his character. He was definitely not someone who was willing to suffer losses. To get his principal back with interest was still a loan shark.

Thinking of this, Ling Zihan let out an annoyed "Huh" and muttered something in a low voice. Then she thought about it, why wasn't Xuanyuan Huang not here? Yesterday, he obviously used up more energy than her, and he also slept later than her!

Lifting the curtain, Ling Zihan took a look outside. It was quiet and there was not even a single person there.

After thinking about it, she didn't call anyone out. She just picked up the crumpled clothes and put them on her body. She got out of bed lightly, dragged her sore and weak legs, and walked to the closet beside her. She opened the closet.

, Ling Zihan opened the drawer, took out a set of neatly stacked pajamas, changed into them, put on a coat, then casually gathered her long, smooth hair, scattered it behind her, and walked slowly outside the dormitory.

There was no one outside the door. As if she was afraid of disturbing her rest, Ling Zihan walked out of the huge room without seeing a single person.

Halfway through the winding corridor, she suddenly stopped, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance.

In the open space on the right side of the corridor, a familiar figure is concentrating on sword practice.

The sword flower is like electricity, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

Even if you are just practicing, you can still see the subtlety of this sword technique.

There are no unnecessary bells and whistles, every move is extremely sharp, and the sword exudes a killing aura. It is a swordsmanship that reaches the enemy to the point of death with no chance of recovery. It is the result of his many years of fighting on the battlefield, and has been refined over thousands of times.

The most exquisite swordsmanship.

It was this scene that reminded Ling Zihan of the battlefield, as if she had seen an iron-clad and majestic general, riding a maroon horse, fighting with the enemy with majestic courage.

The light of the sword is like lightning, the horse is like the wind, and the hundreds of swords are as light as the palm.

I don't know why, this poem suddenly jumped into my mind. At this moment, Ling Zihan didn't know that in the not-too-distant future, she would have witnessed such a scene, which was more cruel and terrifying than imagined. At the same time, she also gave

They brought an unexpected "surprise", which I won't mention here for now.

Ling Zihan leaned behind the pillar and watched Xuanyuan Huang practicing his sword seriously without stepping forward to disturb her. But at this moment, a flat voice suddenly came from behind her, like a machine that had been programmed to interact with Liu Yun.

Somewhat similar.

"The prince has to practice his sword at all times every day, regardless of cold or heat, regardless of happiness or funeral. Even if it is the emperor's birthday, he has never missed the Three Yuan Festival. Whether at home, in the military camp, or on the battlefield, even if he is seriously ill, as long as he can

If I have a bed, I will insist on it."

Ling Zihan turned around and looked at the man in dark brocade clothes. She raised her eyebrows slightly and motioned for him to continue.

Seeing this, Yingying was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Ling Zihan a few more times. Although he didn't understand the depth in her eyes, he seemed to understand what she meant, and continued without hesitation: "Subordinate, I just want to tell the princess,

For the first time in history, the prince has been neglected for three days."

Starting from the wedding day.

Blinking her eyes, Ling Zihan turned her head with a smile, looked at Xuanyuan Huang who was still dancing his sword, then looked back at the man in black, and called out his name.

"Shadow, thank you for telling me this." Ling Zihan had never cared about Xuanyuan Huang's habits in the past, but when she gradually became concerned, Xuanyuan Huang's legs remained in a "waste" state, so she failed to pay attention to them.

Only now did she understand this better.

"No, I just want to thank the princess." Shadow cupped his fist and raised his hand to Ling Zihan, "The princess healed the prince's leg and didn't let the prince sink into depression."

"Are you reminding me... not to make the prince lose his mind because of his lust?" Ling Zihan changed her name and raised her voice slightly. When she looked at him again, her eyes turned back to pure evil, with a trace of amusement in them.

.

"My subordinates dare not."

"Really?" With a playful smile, Ling Zihan took a step towards him, but saw the male Liu Yun in front of him who had always had a straight face suddenly turned away, his cheeks slightly red. This made Ling Zihan couldn't help but

Startled, I looked down and realized the reason, and burst out laughing.

In the distance, Xuanyuan Huang, who had mastered a set of sword skills, happened to hear the familiar and distant laughter when he was closing his sword, and looked for the sound. Yan Xiuyuan, who was waiting on the side, had not had time to wipe her sweat with him.

Passing the sweat towel over, I saw the figure in front of me flickering. When I raised my eyes again, there was no trace of the prince!

"Qingqing, why are you up so early?"

Xuanyuan Huang walked towards her with his sword in hand. He glanced sideways at Shadow who was kneeling beside him, saluting him, and nodded casually. Shadow was very sensible and quickly disappeared into the corner, leaving space for his masters.

"Why don't you sleep more?"

"I woke up and couldn't sleep, so I came out for a walk." Looking at the different Xuanyuan Huang in front of her, Ling Zihan answered truthfully, but her eyes were glued to him, looking up and down.

The purple tight-fitting shorts fit the lines of the toned body and covered the whole body. Except for the "promise ring" she gave him on the ring finger of her left hand, there were no other unnecessary accessories. Her long dark hair was tied high.

He stood up and tied up with a hairband, making him taller, stronger, taller and taller.

Probably because of his practice, Chan Chan's clothes were soaked with sweat and clung to his long muscles. The intersection of the cool rainy morning light in the corridor formed a special shadow, but people couldn't help but notice it.

The apparently simple clothing has a unique charm when worn on him. It cannot hide his overall style, but also adds a sense of vitality full of sunshine to him.

Yes, that's the difference.

Ling Zihan raised the corners of her lips, stood on tiptoes, and used silk to touch the sweat on his forehead.

Slowly going down, the soft layers of silk passed across the skin, wiping away the sweat beads, sliding down the cheeks, neck, shoulders, collarbones, and then fell on the chest.

Wipe gently.

Ling Zihan's movements were very delicate, as if she was carefully caring for a piece of porcelain. But she did not mean it, it was just an unintentional movement.

"Qing Qing."

The soft call made Ling Zihan raise her head and look at him, the movements of her hands paused unconsciously.

Yeah, what is she doing?

A brief moment of panic flashed across her eyes, and Ling Zihan found the answer for herself. He is her husband, and a wife wiping her husband's sweat is not considered teasing!

It can even be said that it is a matter of course.

After calming down, she lowered her head again, continued to wipe the sweat on his chest and said, "Look at the sweat all over your body, and you haven't wiped it off. If you get windy, you'll get typhoid."

Xuanyuan Huang's eyes trembled suddenly. In his memory, before he was ten years old, someone had treated him so tenderly. After he finished practicing his sword, he wiped it gently for him and hummed to warn him to be careful of wind and cold...

Now, his wife has continued that tenderness, how could he not cherish her even more?

Subconsciously, Xuanyuan Huang stretched out his hand to hold Ling Zihan's hand. The cold temperature touched the hot skin in his palm, causing the muscles in his palm to stiffen. When he looked down, his pupils like cold stars suddenly tightened, and his eyes were half-squinted, but

Revealing a hint of unspeakable emotion, Ling Zihan felt in danger.

"Ling Zihan! You are running around barefoot!"

Without waiting for Ling Zihan to answer, she felt her body light up and was picked up by Xuanyuan Huang. At the same time, there was a hot breath in her ears, and the evil and more sexy mellow voice said, "Come back with me

, I’ll settle the score with you later!”

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Chapter completed!