The master of cultivating immortals protects me

"Am I thinking of spring? Even if I am thinking of spring, I shouldn't miss my master." After humming and chirping, Xu Xiaofeng hugged the soft quilt with a sigh, and gently rubbed his cheeks against being curled up by him. The quilt is in a ball, and some familiar smells permeate in the breath, like the wet leaves after the rain in the empty mountains, and like the petals floating in the cold pool.

With his nostrils slightly open, Xu Xiaofeng hugged the quilt and took a few mouthfuls greedily. The faint breath left by the master's avatar on the quilt for the past seven days reminded him of the day when he and the master practiced together, the satisfaction and warmth he had never had before It arouses the greedy nature of people, and once they taste the sweetness, they want more and more.

His whole head was buried in the warm quilt, Xu Xiaofeng tightly grasped the quilt that was rolled into a ball by him, a depressive and hoarse voice came out of his throat from time to time, and fragments of a man kept flashing in his chaotic mind: The bony white fingers always like to gently rub the glaze pattern on the teacup. He wants to hold them and kiss the fingertips; the long and narrow eyes are always half-drooped like a layer of colorless ice. His eyes were once full of tears or his eyes were red; his two thin lips were always stingy when speaking, and they were always as rosy as if they had been stained with floral dew. I don’t know if they had the fragrance of flowers as he imagined...

"Fuck me!"

As if struck by lightning, Xu Xiaofeng trembled violently, couldn't help swearing and immediately fell off the bed, rushing towards the bathroom in a hurry.

"Pants, pants!"

He was about to rush over, and then hurried back to find a pair of clean pants from the closet, and flew directly into the bathroom like the wind.

The slender fingers gently supported the hair on the sideburns. The woman sitting in front of the bronze mirror was as graceful and luxurious as a blooming peony. She casually glanced at the heavy-faced middle-aged man behind her through the mirror, and there was a trace of sarcasm in the corner of her mouth.

"If Xu Xiaofeng had been promised to Long Qing ten years ago, the Xu family would not be so passive today."

The ice-cold voice implying reprimand was not at all gentle and pleasant during the day, Mr. Xu trembled and his liver-colored lips were tightly pressed together like two stones. Although the woman in front of him was his daughter, she was even more noble and unparalleled in the palace. Concubine Li, ever since the day when he forcibly broke up a pair of couples and sent his daughter to the palace more than ten years ago, the family relationship between him and her has only been entangled in interests.

Do you regret it?never.

If it can maintain the stability and strength of the family, so what if the so-called happiness of a mere woman is sacrificed.

No matter how downcast the Xu family is, it is still one of the four great families. The fourth eldest Xu, who has controlled the Xu family for decades, snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Xu Xiaofeng died ten years ago, and talking about it is useless. Don't ask me to remind the noble concubine and empress." If the Xu family falls, the empress' status in the palace may not be guaranteed, but I heard that the Chen family intends to send their daughter to the palace."