After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Mrs. Jun's birthday is in Dongyue.

Qingqiu was already busy with farming, and there was nothing serious about facing up, so Chang Ling threw the stall to Xiyun, and accompanied Zhaoyan back to Tianhuan City.

Chang Ling was a little reluctant to go to bed. Although he was disturbed very late last night, he still opened his eyes before dawn the next day.

Knowing that Your Majesty was going to bring the little fox back to Sirius to celebrate Mrs. Jun's birthday, Ming Yuan had someone set fire to the fire dragon in the temple half a month in advance.Therefore, even though it was severe winter, the palace was warm and harmonious, without the slightest feeling of the wind, knife, frost, and sword breaking outside.

Chang Ling huddled under the quilt, his limbs were limp and without any strength, but his body was very clean. It was obvious that someone had done his due diligence to deal with the aftermath of him last night.

But thinking of Zhaoyan's hungry wolf-like attitude of wanting to devour him last night, Zhang Ling was still very angry, and couldn't help but turn his head, and gave someone who was still sleeping next to him a hard look.

Since his spiritual roots began to gradually wake up, this person was sure that his health was fine, and he was getting better and better. He even shamelessly said that he would use the "double cultivation" method to help him recover.

Changing tricks to eat him up and wipe him clean.

The fingers of the two are still intertwined.The long spirit pulled out lightly, and with a slight movement, an unspeakable sourness immediately swept from the limbs and bones like a tide, and it was extremely difficult to even sit up.

"What do you do if you don't sleep in the morning?"

A muffled laugh suddenly sounded, Zhaoyan opened his eyes at some point, and turned his head to look over.

Seeing that his eyes were clear and bright, Zhang Ling knew that this person was pretending to be asleep, and probably took his embarrassment into his eyes, so he pulled the quilt to cover his face, and said angrily: "It's not all about you!" ?”

"Oh."

The teasing smile became more obvious.

Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand directly into the quilt, grasped the little thing's waist with ease, raised his eyebrows and said: "What's wrong with you, my lord?"

Chang Ling wanted to hide immediately.

It's a pity that the hands and feet were limp and without a trace of strength, just shrunk in, they were pulled back by Zhao Yan.

This little thing was born too delicately from head to toe.

Zhaoyan held the slippery skin, couldn't help but pinch it gently with his fingers.

I don't know what sensitive part was touched at this time, Chang Ling let out a soft groan, his whole body bowed into a shrimp, he pulled back the quilt angrily, stared at Zhaoyan with red eyes.

Zhaoyan squeezed again, coaxing: "Don't hide, call your husband."

"not called!"

"Do you call?"

"If you don't call, don't call."

"Can you say that again."

Zhaoyan was not in a hurry, and smiled, showing the patience he usually grinds with the gang of angry youths and old stubborns in the court on Yulongtai, and teased the little things in his palm little by little.

"No... woo."

Chang Ling clenched his teeth, a layer of water appeared in his black eyes.

Zhao Yan stretched out his finger to pluck the little thing's fox ears, and asked more gently: "Is it called? Hmm?"

Changling's toes curled up again, and after a long while, with two packs of water vapor in his eyes, he called out softly, "Husband, husband."

"What, the voice is too low, I can't hear you."

"Husband, husband."

"That's good."

After not teasing the little thing for a long time, Zhaoyan felt a long-lost itch in his heart. He directly picked up the person and put it on his body, and said with a hoarse smile, "You are too bad to seduce me with just one mouthful."

Chang Ling's body was hot, how could he fail to notice the changes in his body, he was so angry that he hammered his chest hard and said, "Why are you so old!"

"Can you be a little more concentrated!"

"Well." Zhao Yan said with an innocent face: "It's no wonder I'm the gentleman, who made you tempt me by my side all day long. You can ask around everywhere, except for a certain little vixen, who is this gentleman in front of?" I have lost my concentration. Come on, don’t dawdle, put out the fire quickly, or people will die.”

"you--"

"What's wrong with me?"

"You are shameless!"

"I am shameless."

"You—I can't do it anymore, you can find someone else!"

Zhao Yan picked up Chang Ling's hand and said with a sneer, "It doesn't work there, so just change it to this one, okay?"

Chang Ling glared at him viciously, rushed over, and bit his shoulder hard.

Another hour passed after this commotion, and Chang Ling bit five bloody tooth marks on Zhao Yan's shoulder. He just relieved his anger a little bit, straddled him, and asked ferociously, "I will pay my respects to Mrs. Jun's birthday later. What gift? I told you to buy it in advance, but you just didn't listen. Now it's all right, where can I get it. "

Zhaoyan sighed contentedly, scratched Chang Ling's nose with his fingers, and teased: "I don't even know, so my queen is so virtuous and capable, it's really a waste of talent not to give you the right to assist the six palaces."

Chang Ling patted his hand away, and said angrily: "I'm talking to you about something serious. This is the first year I wish Mrs. Jun's birthday. If you lose face, you can just sleep in the snow!"

Zhao Yan clicked his tongue: "What a heartless little lady. I'm fine, but I'm afraid that someone will have a long cold night, sleep alone, and miss you every night if you don't see you."

He deliberately elongated his tone, singing three sighs, like singing a big drama, Zhang Ling couldn't help being amused, rolled his eyes, leaned on him, played with a lock of his hair, and said seriously: "I know, you have a crush on the king in your heart." Madam hasn't let go of her grudges yet. These years, he has been a bit too ruthless towards you. But you see, he lives alone in Beigong now, accompanied only by an ignorant fox girl, and he hasn't stepped out of Beigong for two whole years. The door is closed, and there is no one to talk to, so I must be very lonely in my heart. Now I have finally found an excuse, so I should have a good time."

Zhaoyan smiled, put away his unscrupulous face, and said: "I did resent him in my heart, but that was all in the past. Now that I have you, many people and things have changed for me. unimportant."

Chang Ling was puzzled and said, "In this case, why don't you let me buy that silver light fan?"

This time when he came here, Chang Ling himself had prepared a gift of course, which was the Nine-turn Huiyan Pill refined from nine kinds of spiritual herbs newly cultivated in the medicine nursery. After taking it, it has the effect of retaining the face.

Chang Ling was afraid that Zhaoyan wouldn't care, so he also wanted to prepare his share by the way. When he passed by the Donghai Aquarium, he saw a silver light fan made of phoenix feathers in the store opened by the Aquarium merchant. It is beautiful, and it is a rare seventh-order magic weapon.Many monks who came and went gathered in the shop, marveling at the fan that overflowed with silver light, but because the boss's bid was too high, everyone could only watch and feast their eyes, and no one could afford such a huge amount. Lingshi.

Mrs. Jun's magic weapon is the fan, and this silver light fan is a seventh-order magic weapon, which matches Mrs. Jun's cultivation base.Furthermore, even if a cultivator has no desires or desires, it is rare for a spiritual weapon to be indifferent to a magic weapon. Just like a swordsman loves a sword, a swordsman cannot move when he sees a beautiful knife. Sending a fan is luxurious and not ostentatious. Mrs. Jun probably couldn't refuse.

Chang Ling was already ready to discuss the price with the boss in person, but Zhao Yan said in a puzzled way: "Don't waste this money, seventh-order fans, there are plenty in Tianhuan City."

Chang Ling believed it was true, but when he arrived in Tianhuan City, he deliberately asked Shi Shi to go shopping in the market that sells spiritual weapons and magic weapons. Not to mention the inside of the fan, he didn't even see a single hair on the fan.Chang Ling finally realized belatedly that Zhao Yan, a bastard, had no intention of preparing a gift for Mrs. Jun at all.

"Do you think I'm just stingy with the money?"

Zhao Yan laughed at himself.

"In the past, in order to please him, I have spent more thought than you. But whenever there is a new spiritual fan on the market, no matter how high the price is, I will send someone to buy it back as soon as possible. Now it is piled up in the books of the Dawn Palace. In the pavilion, if there are not three boxes, there are two boxes."

Chang Ling was greatly shocked: "Then why didn't you give it to Mrs. Jun, but kept it for yourself? If you didn't send it over, how would he know your intentions?"

Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows, and looked at Chang Ling like a fool: "Who said I didn't give it away."

Chang Ling was taken aback.

Since it was given away, but still piled up in the Dawn Palace, it can only be...the other party did not accept it.

Although Zhao Yan's expression was calm and his tone was calm, as if he was just narrating a very ordinary thing, Chang Ling still felt a burst of distress and sadness in his heart.

Back then, when the little Zhaoyan stood under the wall of the Beigong Palace with the gift of "being rejected", he must have been very sad.

Chang Ling hugged Zhaoyan's waist silently, and said, "If you don't want to go, I'll go there by myself and give him the Huiyan Pill."

"I came all the way from Qingqiu, so he shouldn't be so unkind as to turn me away."

Although they are juniors, no matter what Mrs. Jun's attitude is, they should do their due courtesy.But he would rather Zhaoyan be a disrespectful and lawless rogue than experience embarrassment again.

"Well, if you're not happy, I don't have to go, just let the stone hand over the gift."

After a pause, Chang Ling added.

There was a smile in Zhaoyan's eyes, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said nonchalantly: "Okay, today you will comfort my wounded heart in the palace, and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Chang Ling instantly felt that his kindness had fed the liver and lungs of the donkey.

Zhaoyan laughed, and saw that the little thing was about to gnash his teeth and bite, and hurriedly coaxed: "Okay, I'm just joking with you. I'm not a three-year-old child, even if I have a grudge, I won't be short of a gift from him." .”

"Besides, when you broke up with me and ran back to Qingqiu alone, it was he who took the initiative and taught me a lot of truths in time, so I came to my senses and managed to find you back. Since then, my lord There is no such deep resentment towards him. I know that the werewolves have inflicted too much pain and humiliation on him these years, and he was forced to have nowhere to vent, so I will be so repulsive to me. If If it were me, I probably wouldn't be able to calmly accept a son with wolf eyes."

Chang Ling didn't want to make the topic so heavy, so he said, "Actually, you..."

"You don't have to say, this gentleman is not self-deprecating because of this, but really understands his difficulty. Come on, this gentleman will show you my freshly baked gift."

Chang Ling's eyes lit up, and he said strangely, "Are you really preparing a gift?"

"What are you doing to lie to you?"

Zhao Yan put on his clothes and got up unhurriedly, looking confident.

Chang Ling felt puzzled, from Qingqiu to Tianhuan City, this guy stayed with him all the way, where did he get the time to prepare gifts.

"Okay, don't think about it, just take a look and you'll know."

That Xiang Zhaoyan tidied up his hands, took Chang Ling out of the quilt, put on his outer robe, shoes and socks, wrapped him in a cloak, and left the palace gate.

Chill came.

Chang Ling took a closer look, only to find that the corridor was completely white, and the sky seemed to be ruffling with flakes of snow.