"You bad disciple! You don't have any seriousness. How dare you do whatever you want during a meeting?"
Lin Jichen was secretly teasing Leng Feiyan.
Leng Feiyan's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and the other person clearly didn't speak to him.
Lin Jichen immediately understood that it was a sound transmission technique. This kind of small magic was too childish for the strong.
Lin Jichen can also talk to Leng Feiyan through his mind.
"Master, I just miss you so much. When will this meeting end? Let's have a good talk in private~"
Leng Feiyan looked calm on the surface, still the majestic and cold head of Leng, but there were already ripples in his heart, like a young girl who had just begun to fall in love.
"It should take a while. If you have anything to say, you can say it now."
"I don't want it. This can only be said when Master and I are in private, and... I can only say it when I hold Master in my arms."
After all, Leng Feiyan couldn't help it, and her cheeks turned red again.
A relatively young male elder from the outer palace was reporting the situation. Seeing Leng Feiyan's blushing and shy expression, a fanciful scene suddenly came to his mind.
A bold guess appeared in his mind. Could it be that the leader...had a crush on him?
When the male elder thought of this, he was so excited that he could hardly speak clearly, hesitating and stammering.
He was already thinking in his mind whether he would be favored by the leader, and then he would soar into the sky, rise steadily, and eat soft rice...
However, when Leng Feiyan saw his expression, he was instantly annoyed. He glared and said, "If you don't know how to report, don't waste everyone's time. As an elder, you should step down and give way to others. Get out!"
The male elder was so frightened that he trembled all over. He felt like he was mourning for his concubine. He left with a mournful face. After he left, he slapped himself hard twice and told you to daydream!
A pin drop could be heard instantly in the hall, the atmosphere was frozen, and no one knew why the leader was angry.
But the boss was angry and the problem was serious, so everyone became more honest.
"You stinky disciple, if you keep talking nonsense, I will see if I don't deal with you!"
Leng Feiyan called Lin Jichen again, his tone was shy and angry, seemingly threatening, more like coquettishness, completely different from before.
"My disciple knows his mistake and will dare to do it next time." Lin Jichen joked, not afraid at all.
Just kidding, he has already established a relationship with his master secretly, hugged and kissed him, and even his little senior sister has been exposed. He is still afraid that he will be punished by his master for such a trivial matter.
"Humph, you stinky disciple~"
Leng Feiyan had no choice but to spit.
A serious meeting was being held in the main hall, but no one knew that Leng Feiyan was secretly having a love affair with his beloved disciple.
Needless to say, in this environment, both of them felt an inexplicable excitement, which made their love even stronger. They wished they could dissolve the meeting now so that they could live in their own world.
"Reporting to the leader, the Winter Festival is coming soon. Will the sect still hold the Winter Festival party as before?" An elder stood up and asked.
Leng Feiyan regained his concentration again, nodded slightly, and said: "Well, let's keep it as usual, but this year our sect has recruited a large number of new disciples, so all the festivals will be handed over to those new disciples. They can also be regarded as the sect's new disciples.
Let’s celebrate.”
"Yes, Master!"
Lin Jichen was no stranger to hearing about the Winter Festival.
Winter Festival is an important festival in the world of Bahuang, similar to the Chinese Spring Festival in real life.
Every time during this festival, the sect will hold festivals to drink tea, discuss Taoism, communicate with each other, and also hold programs, just like tea parties, to make the sect disciples happy during the festival.
After a lot of matters have been dealt with, the sect meeting is finally over.
"Okay, the meeting is over. Elders, please disperse."
Leng Feiyan stood up and said calmly.
All the elders stood up and left one after another, and soon only Lin Jichen and Leng Feiyan were left in the Sword Palace Hall.
Lin Jichen looked at Leng Feiyan with fiery eyes.
Leng Feiyan was so weak that he looked at him, and he was bumping around like a little deer.
"Um... I'm a little tired as a teacher. Go back and rest. Disciple, you... you are not allowed to follow me. Go and practice."
After Leng Feiyan finished speaking, he ran away as if running away.
How could Lin Jichen agree to go against the woman's wishes again? No, it was against the Master's wishes and followed the Master all the way to the palace.
"My master told you not to follow me, why didn't you listen?" Leng Feiyan said shyly.
Lin Jichen said in a dignified manner: "My disciple has a question about cultivation that he doesn't understand, so he came here."
How could Leng Feiyan not know that he was talking nonsense? She rolled her eyes at him charmingly and said, "What's the problem?"
"Oh, I just want to ask, what kind of rouge did Master put on his mouth?"
"Ah? I've never put on rouge before, my teacher." Leng Feiyan was stunned and replied.
"Then why does the master's mouth smell so delicious and why is the disciple so addicted?" Lin Jichen asked with a smile.
Leng Feiyan's pretty face turned red instantly, and she raised her hand to hit him.
However, Lin Jichen grabbed Hao's wrist and pulled him into his arms.
Lin Jichen was about to do something, but Leng Feiyan covered his mouth with his hand, preventing him from getting closer.
"You...rebellious...traitor...don't ever think of succeeding again..." Leng Feiyan's face was like a peach blossom, and he was shy and uncontrollable.
Lin Jichen didn't care, he pulled Leng Feiyan's jade hand away and continued.
"Wait...wait..." Leng Feiyan saw this and knew that if he didn't satisfy this bad disciple today, he would definitely not be able to escape.
"What's wrong, Master? If you have anything else to do, we'll talk about it after we get married."
"No, you have to agree to something as a teacher, and only then... can I agree to you." Leng Feiyan said with a blush on his face.
"You can open your mouth, don't say one thing, even ten thousand things. As long as it is the master's order, the disciple will definitely obey it! Of course, except for the request that I am not allowed to kiss the master."
Leng Feiyan laughed in anger, bit her red lips, raised her pink fist angrily, and said coquettishly: "Then you agree to be a teacher, and you will perform a show at the Winter Festival."
"Ah? I'm performing a show?"
"Um."
"No, I don't have much talent, Master." Lin Jichen said with a bitter smile, why does Master still have such a hobby? Does he just like his boyfriend to show his face outside?
The key point is that he really doesn’t have much talent. What should he do? Can he go on stage and read a poem or sing a song?
Given his tone-deaf condition, let's forget it.
"I don't care as a teacher. If you don't agree, you are not allowed to kiss me~" Leng Feiyan said coquettishly.
"Okay, I promise."
"Really? Then you have to perform a show that satisfies my teacher."
"no problem!"
Lin Jichen readily agreed. At this moment, the spirit is busy, so why bother with so many things? Let’s deal with it first.
Leng Feiyan was satisfied then, but the next second, Lin Jichen's face came closer.
Then her delicate lips were blocked, and then a spiritual snake came out, got into Leng Feiyan's sandalwood mouth, and pried open the shell teeth.
"Hmm~"
Leng Feiyan instantly went limp, let out a cry, leaned into Lin Jichen's arms, and closed his eyes tightly.
He didn't know where to put his pair of beautiful hands, so he could only nervously grasp the corners of Lin Jichen's clothes and obediently accept his lover's domineering and skillful kissing skills.
