Ji Yue immediately smiled like a little fox, "It's easy to talk, has Eldest Brother proposed to marry me?"

Zhen Shan nodded, "He said that he will return to the sect and ask Immortal Luo Ying to help us host the Double Cultivation Ceremony."

Speaking of this, the empress was not only happy but also heartbroken.

Luo Yingxianzun was originally a newlywed husband a thousand years ago. Although they were not actually married, they were actually married.

Think about it, Ji Yun happily took her to meet his master, only to find that his fiancée was actually his master's wife. The scene became a thousand-year reunion between her and his master... This scene can be described as starting and ending in a Shura field.

?

Not meeting, or meeting with your face covered? It’s not appropriate.

You can hide it for a while, but you can’t hide it forever!

But the empress really hasn’t figured out how to deal with this matter yet?

So, what kind of bloody triangle is this?

Really riding a horse was so exciting that it made her want to die.

However, not to mention that this matter was unavoidable, but because of her original obsession, she had to go see the Falling Shadow Immortal Lord Ji Zhilin.

But before meeting her, Zhen Shan turned to look at the gentle man walking towards her, and sighed in her heart, maybe she shouldn't hide it from him anymore.

In this life, she hopes to have a good relationship with him, so she must first believe that he is the one.

"What's wrong?"

Ji Yun put the food on the table and asked softly when he saw her looking at him intently.

Zhen Shan tilted his head, pursed his lips and smiled, teasingly: "No, Xiao Yue and the others were very surprised by the senior brother who cooked. I was suddenly curious to see what Mr. Ji was like when he cooked? But he has three heads and six arms?

"

When Ji Yun came out of the kitchen, Ji Yue and Ji Wei didn't know whether they were afraid of being reprimanded and summoned by him, or they felt that staying here was a bit unnecessary, so they quickly found an excuse and ran out.

At this time, they were the only two people left in the courtyard.

Ji Yun raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "Does Fei'er see any difference?"

Zhen Shan frowned as if in deep thought, looked at him seriously for a long time, nodded seriously, "Yes."

"where?"

"There is a bandit gentleman who is as polished as he is polished. He is elegant and profound. He smiles while wearing a long skirt and washes his hands to make soup. If you have such a gentleman, what more can I ask for?"

After hearing countless compliments, Linfeng Xianshou, who had always been calm and calm, was startled, as if his heart strings were gently wavered, and as if his heart was stepped on by a cat's soft little paws, his eyebrows stretched, and his thin lips could not hide the smile, "still

good."

"Um?"

Ji Yun raised his hand and caressed her delicate snow-white cheek, "I will never miss you if I can meet you."

Zhen Shan's eyes were gentle, "Me too."

"Fei'er, let's go back to Cijingmen in two days."

He wanted to go back early to prepare for their double cultivation ceremony.

Zhen Shan's expression suddenly became silent.

"Feier?"

"Ji Yun, I want to go somewhere first."

Ji Yun was slightly startled, "Where?"

"Eat first and I'll tell you later in the evening, okay?"

"good."

But at night, Zhen Shan was a little confused again.

It's not that I'm struggling with whether to tell him everything, but that I'm struggling with how to explain my original life experience and the bloody grudges from my previous life.

Although it was not she who married Ji Zhilin but the original person, who allowed her to live in this small space now with the identity of the original person?

No matter what blame the original person has, good or bad, she must bear it.

My wife’s head hurts so much.

Zhen Shan sat on the bed with a headache and struggled for a long time, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Why is it wrong?

She looked at the man sitting at the table, helping her make lipstick.

If it had been in the past, she would have been amazed by his omnipotence, and she would have been moved by his care for her.

But now, Zhen Shan is very depressed. Isn't he curious about what secrets he wants to tell him? Is it really good to be so calm all day long?

Suddenly, the empress felt that even a gentle and gentle man would have a few bad things. Sometimes she was so anxious that she would almost tear off the roof, but he was still slow, not in a hurry, not too irritable at all.

In the past, Zhen Shan thought that she was a very patient and patient person, but when facing Ji Yun, why did she become an impatient girl?

It's really weird.

Seeing that someone was concentrating on helping her adjust lipstick, as if he had completely forgotten that she had something to tell him, Zhen Shan couldn't help it.

She got out of bed, pressed her whole body on his back, put her arms around his neck, and hugged him tightly.

Ji Yun put down the bamboo tweezers and asked in a warm voice: "Are you sleepy?"

"Have you forgotten what I told you before eating?"

Ji Yun: "I haven't forgotten."

Zhen Shan naturally believed in him. The two had lived together in the illusion for so long, and he would never forget a single thing she said or did.

But it was also because he hadn't forgotten that she became even more bored.

Zhen Shan pursed his lips, "Then why didn't you ask me?"

Ji Yun pulled her into his arms and held her, resting his chin on her shoulder habitually, and asked, "Didn't you think about how to tell me?"

Ji Yun sighed softly and nodded, "Curious."

"That……"

"Fei'er, there's no need to force yourself. If you really don't want to say it, or don't know how to tell me, just don't say it yet."

Zhen Shan's eyes trembled slightly, and he said gloomily: "Aren't you afraid that I will sneak away without telling you?"

Ji Yun was silent for a few moments, "Can you take me with you when you run away?"

Zhen Shan chuckled and said, "If I take you with me, what's the point of running away?"

"If you don't take me with you, who will take care of you on the way, huh?"

"Who said you are the only one who can take care of me?"

Before he finished speaking, the iron arm around his waist suddenly tightened, and Zhen Shan took a breath of air, "Mr. Ji, please be merciful!"

"Who do you want to take care of you? Huh?" Ji Yun's voice was still gentle and elegant, but it sounded dangerous.

Zhen Shan's body stiffened slightly, threatening her?

Is the Demon Concubine someone who is afraid of threats?

"How many maids should we hire? Otherwise?" the empress asked in a very 'calm' tone.

Well, it depends!

"No!"

"What?"

"Young lady doesn't need it either."

Zhen Shan was amused, "Linfeng Immortal Head is just like having an outside female cultivator to clean and tidy your cave."

"No," Ji Yun said calmly, "You can use magic to clean it up, without the help of a female cultivator."
Chapter completed!