After the violent wolf lord was reborn, he became sickly!

"Rao Shuang...Tell me the truth, do you like the Wolf Lord or not?"

He Ximu thought for a long time, and his expression changed again and again.

"I like it." Rao Shuang replied.

He Ximu's heart finally settled down. Did he say that? Rao Shuang was just a quirky person, how could he be a heretic?

"Who in the North doesn't like the Wolf Lord?"

He Ximu had just caught his breath, but it became tense again.

"The Wolf Lord is brave and good at fighting, with unparalleled martial arts skills, and the bravest warrior in Mobei..." Rao Shuang stood up and began to shower him with praises.

He Ximu's breathing became even again. Such lavish words of praise and admiring looks were definitely not heretical.

Rao Shuang changed the subject, his smart eyes rolled around, and he suddenly pinched his throat and said, "You have a good eye for people. I like this queen. If she is a woman like Wuluolan Yingya."

Rao Shuang exclaimed, thinking of how Wuluolan Yingya had ridiculed her and said she had no femininity because her nose was not a nose and her eyes were not eyes. She thought that Xiao Linglang was still better.

Not only did he not mock her, he also looked at her with admiration and spoke to her gently.

"What do you like--" He Ximu almost jumped up.

"Dad, although Linglang is from Southern Liang, she is really a nice person. Anyway, I can't be my cousin's legal wife, so it's better to have a queen I like." Rao Shuang glanced at He Ximu. Did her father show his emotions too much? This was quite different from his usual self.

Rao Shuang observed the Hexi wood curiously.

He Ximu's breath was stuck in his throat and he blinked his round eyes. What his daughter said makes sense.

but!

He Ximu turned his back and said with some disdain: "Can't you be more promising?"

Rao Shuang scratched his nose. The wife his cousin married must be related to his throne and the court. At most, she would accompany him to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

"If you really like the Wolf Lord, you can fight for it. What men like is nothing more than gentleness, kindness, and virtue. That woman cannot be the queen." How could the ministers let the Wolf Lord do what he wants?

After He Ximu finished explaining, he shook his sleeves and left, shaking his head and sighing, wishing he would not have let his daughter learn martial arts.

Rao Shuang sat there, without blinking, humming and laughing, gentle and considerate. Her memory went back to the time yesterday when Xiao Linglang handed her water to wipe her sweat.

She nodded, her father was right, it was her, she liked it too.

Xiao Linglang slept until dinner time, and when she woke up, she was still woken up by Tuoba Jin.

She stared at Tuoba Jin in confusion, her mind still not clear, and she said softly, "Chi Nu, why are you here?"

When Xiao Linglang regained consciousness and saw clearly where she was, a trace of disgust flashed across her eyes and she twitched her lips in embarrassment.

"I was just confused."

She explained to the person sitting on the edge of the bed.

The man's hand fell on her head and he laughed happily.

"Get up and eat."

Xiao Linglang raised her eyelids and said "OK" obediently. The lights in the room were already on.

She glanced at him suspiciously. Would he stay with her forever?

No wonder she can sleep so long.

While eating, Xiao Linglang lowered her head and accidentally discovered that there was something on her neck.

I picked it up and looked at it again and again. It was a necklace similar to houndstooth weaving.

She raised it and looked at Tuoba Jin in surprise.

"What is this, Wolf Lord?"

Tuoba Jin's gaze fell on Xiao Linglang's bright eyes, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

But he looked very casual, "I got it when I was hunting white wolves alone in Mobei. It is said to ward off evil spirits."

His prey, Xiao Linglang's almond eyes turned, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, her eyes fixed on the canine in her hand, "The white wolf is very fierce, the wolf master is so powerful, thank you wolf master."

She raised her eyes, her bright eyes sparkling with joy.

Tuoba Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, "As long as Linglang likes it, it's good. It's just a white wolf, so it's not a problem for me."

Chang Hui and Rao Shuang don't have this ability.

The look the little girl gave him made the corners of his mouth curl up unconsciously.

Xiao Linglang lowered her eyes and put the necklace back, her eyes were deep. How could she have no memory at all? She slept so soundly that she didn't even know she was sold.

After the meal, Xiao Linglang wanted to warn Tuoba Jin indirectly and ask him to go back to his own yard.

"Linglang slept for so long in the afternoon, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep at night. Why don't I teach you the language of my tribe?"

Xiao Linglang kicked him hard in her heart. How did he know that she couldn't sleep? She read by lamplight at night, which showed how considerate he was.

"Ah."

Xiao Linglang had a gentle smile on her face. When she saw him extending his hand, she hesitated for a moment, then took the initiative to hold it.

Feeling the scorching heat, the fingers hanging on the other side of her body moved slightly.

In the tea room, Qinghan brewed a pot of tea, flicked the candle wick, and led Shanzhi to stand outside the curtain. She glanced at Tuoba Jin's ink and was slightly startled.

After a while, a hoarse voice like that of the moon came from inside. Qinghan and Shanzhi looked at each other and both secretly made up their minds to serve the female master inside well.

The first word the Wolf Lord uses to address his queen is "husband". According to Mobei rules, even the queen must address the Wolf Lord by a respectful title, rather than the common title between ordinary couples.

Xiao Linglang tilted her head, picked up the pen and followed the words written by Tuoba Jin, sketching them bit by bit, learning very seriously.

When she tried to say it, he nodded. Seeing the smugness in his brows, she frowned.

"Wolf Lord, why haven't you told me this yet?"

Tuoba Jin sat opposite her, smiling from ear to ear.

"solitary."

Xiao Linglang lowered her head and looked at the powerful characters, ink flowing in her hands, "Is it the Wolf Lord's name, or the Wolf Lord's style?"

"Linglang, guess."

How could she guess? Xiao Linglang rolled her eyes in her heart, raised her eyes and carefully read the emotions on his face, and asked tentatively: "Chi Nu?"

"The word 'Gu' means wolf in Mobei, and it is the surname of my mother." Tuoba Jin picked up the cup of tea in front of Xiao Linglang and took a sip.

Xiao Linglang opened her mouth and finally whispered, "Tea should be savored slowly. Drinking it too quickly can easily burn your tea."

"Linglang is concerned about me." Tuoba Jin turned the teacup in his hand, his eyes fixed on her passionately.

She thought he was too rude.

Xiao Linglang lowered her head and continued to copy his handwriting.

Tuoba Jin picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup of tea. He followed her instructions and sipped it slowly. He could actually taste a hint of sweetness in it.

Tuoba Jin suddenly remembered a time in his previous life when he saw her drinking with gusto. He tried it out of curiosity but didn't find it anything special.

Xiao looked at him, smiled, leaned in his arms and poured him another cup.

"Wolf Lord, you have to savor the tea carefully to appreciate its fragrance."

He followed her lead and took another sip of the tea. Before his tongue could taste any interest in the slightly bitter tea, a real sweetness appeared on his lips.

After committing the crime, she blinked her sparkling eyes and asked him innocently.

"Lord Wolf, how does it taste?"

Before he could answer.

After being so unrestrained, the person blushed first and stood up to leave, but he still gave her an answer later.

Putting away the memories, Tuoba Jin sipped his tea, his eyes darkened, lingering on the little girl who was practicing hard.

Xiao Linglang noticed that the gaze above his head was becoming more and more anxious. His heart trembled, and the hand holding the pen was so tight that it turned white.