"Yeah! Yan'er's craftsmanship is pretty good! The dumplings are also pretty!"

After sleeping all morning, Shangguan Lin's energy improved a lot, his face was no longer pale and became more rosy.

"Haha, when I was young, there was a popular saying. If a woman makes good-looking dumplings, she will find a family with a handsome man in the future!"

Those were the words Leng Yuhan's mother used to coax her when she just learned how to make dumplings. Leng Yuhan always remembered these words and worked very hard to learn how to make dumplings.

As he gets older, Leng Yuhan also knows that those are just his mother's words to coax him, but Leng Yuhan still wants to believe the existence of these words. Because none of the men Leng Yuhan has married now is not British or American.

Handsome and handsome, these fairies are all as beautiful as gods! [

"Haha! Fortunately, Yan'er's dumplings are beautifully wrapped, otherwise I would be ugly!"

After several months of sadness and pain, Shangguan Lin finally returned to his original temperament with a smile and let go of Xuemei's matter.

"!"

Staring at Shangguan Lin's chubby little chin, Leng Yuhan came closer.

"Um?"

Shangguan Lin hummed in confusion.

"You are so beautiful!"

Kissing Shangguan Lin's lips with her eyes closed, Leng Yuhan laughed in her heart!

A meal of dumplings bought off Shangguan Lin's temper! Hahaha! At this time, what Shangguan Lin was thinking was, hum! If you lose your temper casually, you can earn dumplings made by Yan'er. It seems that you will have more in the future.

Just lose your temper a few more times~

Worried about Su Zixin's trouble with Shangguan Lin, Leng Yuhan stayed in Shangguan Lin's house for more than ten days in a row and rarely left Shangguan Lin's side. Chu Qianfeng often asked Shangguan Lin to find himself.

I had the opportunity to meet Leng Yuhan. However, the number of times Mo Yuzhuang came became less and less.

Leng Yuhan asked the female army to spread the news that Huang Ye was poisoned by curare and was unconscious in the dark, and prepared to lure Su Zixin into a trap as soon as possible. Once Su Zixin was caught, Leng Yuhan could feel relieved.

After leaving Shangguan for a while, I squeezed out some time for Mo Yuzhuang, who was worried.

That night, Leng Yuhan was lying on the sloping bed in the outer hall, feeling a little cold from his sleep. Leng Yuhan turned around and wanted to pull up the sloping quilt, but suddenly smelled an unfamiliar aroma. Leng Yuhan immediately held his breath and suppressed it.

He fell on his side and touched the handle of the spiritual sword under his shirt with his arm.

After a while, the doorpost made a small creaking sound, and someone opened it open with the outside. Leng Yuhan heard faint footsteps walking in his direction. Leng Yuhan did not move or move, pretending not to pay attention.

"Your Majesty..."

With a quiet sigh, full of distant feelings, Leng Yuhan felt that a man's hand stopped not far behind him and did not come closer.

"My lord, do you still remember Zi Xun?"

Two years ago, this woman married two husbands on the spur of the moment! A year ago, this woman married two more husbands! Half a year ago, I heard that this woman married another man who was different from the mortal world! Why?

Su Zixin was worried. Since this woman had no intention of abandoning and marrying a man, why couldn't she tolerate her? Did she not pay enough? Or was she not good enough?

"My lord, Zi Xun misses you so much! How about you? Do you still remember Zi Xun who wanted to get the prince's 'one person for life'?" [

His vigilance gradually relaxed, and the man in the copper mask looked at the sad figure of the slumped back of the woman, in a trance, like a mirror, like a mirror, like a mirror, like a moon in the water, as illusory as the void.

"Prince Zi Xun, how dare I forget you?"

Turning over and jumping down, Leng Yuhan pulled out the spiritual sword in his arms at a speed that the man could not dodge, and put the blade on the neck of the beautiful man.

"My lord, you are not poisoned!"

Su Zixin was surprised when he was captured without restraint! If he was poisoned, he wouldn't have such a short burst of power!

"You really hope that this king will be poisoned?"

Wolf tendons tied Su Zixin's wrists, Leng Yuhan tied Su Zixin to the seat, and reached into Su Zixin's shirt to search.

"My lord, what are you looking for?"

Leng Yuhan looked for the antidote in Su Zixin's arms without any care. From time to time, he would touch Su Zixin's chest, and an unnatural blush appeared on Su Zixin's extremely beautiful face.

"The antidote! The antidote to the scent!"

Not noticing that Su Zixin was unnatural, Leng Yuhan lowered his head and turned over the pages without thinking.

"No, not there! In the mezzanine outside the boot collar!"

Su Ziyi's face turned red and she mumbled.

"What are you doing here? Want to see if I was killed by your arrow?"

Leng Yuhan cut open Su Zixin's short boots with the spiritual knife, took out the antidote, and helped Shangguan Lin, who was slumped inward, to take it, and then gave it to Luoyang, who was sleeping on a small chair.

"I, I, I didn't mean it."

Su Zixin's hands and feet were tied, and she could only listen to Leng Yuhan's voice as she replied.

"Didn't you do it on purpose? What about the 'reckless' part on the arrow? If you did it on purpose, would I have been buried long ago?"

Luoyang woke up, Leng Yuhan covered Luoyang's piercing scream with his hands, and his eyes fell on Shangguan Lin, who only turned over and fell asleep.
Chapter completed!