Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

On the second day of the autumn hunt, Qiu Ci was sore from riding a horse with him yesterday. She was too lazy to leave the warm bed and wanted to have a good rest and catch up on her sleep.

Qiu Ci pressed her face against his chest and yawned: "Alang, please let me rest for a day, and I will go hunting with you the next day."

"Well, little bride, go to sleep now. I'll go into the woods when you fall asleep." Chen Lang kissed her forehead and hummed a song to her again.

He also wanted to spend the whole day in the warm bed with his little bride, but as a king, he had to be there every day during the five-day autumn hunt to enjoy himself with his ministers.

After Qiu Ci fell asleep, Chen Lang got out of bed and put on his riding clothes. He called the maids in charge of the royal tent and told them to serve the queen well.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Chen Lang then ordered his servant to wait until the queen woke up before delivering the set of pens, inks, paper and inkstones she requested. He returned to the bedside and glanced at Qiu Ci before turning and leaving the royal tent.

In the paddock, Chen Lang sat on the horse, slowly letting the horse take him to wander in the forest. Without his little bride to accompany him, he couldn't get excited to do anything.

He drew his bow and hunted two hares and a deer. He never drew his bow again until the end of the autumn hunt the next day.

The courtiers following him all looked at each other in confusion and looked at the back of their king as he rode out of the forest. What was going on?

The maid went out to bring her some snacks and stood aside to watch her painting: "Queen, your painting skills are so good. Hey, are you painting a king?"

Qiu Ci kept painting with the brush in her hand and nodded: "Yes, it's him."

Yesterday, he was jealous of Red Fox and asked her to touch his snake tail.

The king's tent was opened by the servant, and Chen Lang walked in: "Cer, I'm back."

"I'm here to see you, your Majesty."

Seeing Chen Lang, the maids in the tent knelt down and saluted him.

Chen Lang waved his hand and asked the maids to leave the king's tent.

"Corcelain, what are you doing?" Chen Lang walked over to her and sat down. When he saw the man with a human body and a snake tail drawn on the drawing paper, his eyes lit up: "Little bride, you are drawing me!"

The man in the painting curls the tip of his snake tail around the slender wrist of the woman next to him, and the woman touches his snake scales with her other hand.

"Yes, it's you, Brother Lang. Did I draw your likeness?" Qiu Ci held a pen in her hand and tilted her head to ask him with a smile.

"Like, why did the little bride think of painting me?" Chen Lang took another look at the snake-tailed man in the painting. Looking at himself on the painting paper, he felt novel and a little strange at the same time.

"Because, brother Lang who is jealous of the fox is really... so cute." Qiu Ci joked that he would start painting again and continue the unfinished painting.

cute?

He is a snake. How can a snake be cute? It's almost terrible.

"Little bride, you are laughing at me again." Chen Lang took her pen away, held her in his arms, and reached out to scratch her itch. Qiu Ci hid back, you advanced and I retreated, the two of them were having fun. After a while, the vindictive Chen Lang picked her up on the snake's tail, held her chin, and said to her in a feigned manner: "Bad Ci'er, let's see if you dare to laugh at me next time."

Qiu Ci adjusted her posture, leaned into his arms, and shook her head: "I don't dare anymore."

That's weird, she added silently in her heart.

This jealous snake king is actually cute and adorable.

Qiu Ci wanted to paint, so Chen Lang accompanied her to finish the painting, and then asked the maid to bring in dinner.

"Alang, I gave this painting to you." Qiu Ci admired his work and handed it to Chen Lang with satisfaction.

In a blink of an eye, it’s the last day of this year’s fall hunting.