xymnovel Chapter 449 Plum Blossoms for the Second Time
Chapter 449 Plum Blossoms for the Second Time
As dusk fell, Lin Chen emerged from Mei Jiu Niang's room, feeling somewhat lightheaded.
Lin Chen leaned against the wall and moved around a bit, his bones cracking a few times, as crisp as fried beans.
"Oh no, I have to take drugs again."
Lin Chen smiled wryly, took out a Dragon-Tiger Golden Pill from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, chewed it twice like a candy, and swallowed it.
A surge of heat shot up from his dantian, instantly straightening his back.
With a thought, he vanished from the spot in a flash.
The next second, she was already standing firmly in the main courtyard of Dongshan Villa.
Before the hem of her robe had even settled, she caught a glimpse of someone standing next to a pillar.
Dressed in white, her clothes fluttering slightly in the wind, she stood with her arms crossed, looking at him expressionlessly.
She was aloof and cold, like Chang'e in the moon palace, only missing a jade rabbit in her arms.
Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat. How to describe the feeling? It was like being blocked at the door by his wife, who still smelled of perfume on him. He felt extremely uncomfortable.
He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and walked over with a forced smile.
He stopped in front of Lingbo and forced a smile: "Why are you up so early?"
Lingbo raised her eyelids, her gaze slowly sliding down his face, finally stopping at his neck.
Lin Chen subconsciously touched his neck.
broken.
Last night, that woman Mei Jiu Niang bit me several times; she must have left marks.
That woman was born in the Year of the Dog.
Lingbo withdrew her gaze, her tone indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger: "I'm worried that someone's life essence will be drained by this demoness."
"...cough cough."
Lin Chen coughed twice, opened his mouth as if to explain, but then silently closed it again.
What's there to explain?
It is true that he secretly stayed in Mei Jiu Niang's room all night.
There are indeed marks on my neck, that's a fact.
With Lingbo's cultivation and eyesight, he could probably tell even how many times Mei Jiuniang had ordered him around and what posture she had used each time.
The more you try to explain this, the worse it gets.
Lin Chen gritted his teeth and decided not to explain anymore.
He reached out and grabbed Lingbo's hand, pulling her into the house.
Lingbo paused for a moment, then followed him, walking slowly and deliberately, the hem of her white robe trailing lightly on the ground.
"It's almost dawn, what do you want to do?" she asked, her voice still so indifferent.
Lin Chen didn't even turn his head: "I'll teach you something new."
Lingbo paused for a moment, only for a split second.
Then she continued walking, her face expressionless, but her ears were starting to turn red.
……
It went on until the sun was high in the sky.
Sunlight streamed through the paper windows, bathing the room in a golden glow.
It was warm and cozy, and you could see even the dust particles in the air clearly.
Lingbo was already asleep on the bed.
He was wrapped tightly in the blanket, with only his face showing.
Her sleeping posture is just like her personality—well-behaved and upright.
My head rests perfectly in the center of the pillow, as if it had been measured with a ruler.
Her breathing was even, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings.
Lin Chen lay on his side, propping his head up with one hand, just looking at her.
To be honest, he rarely saw Lingbo asleep.
This woman is usually too alert, like a cat, opening her eyes at the slightest sound.
But today, she slept very soundly.
It was as if it had let down all its guard, as if it were a fox that had finally found its den.
Her brows were relaxed, lacking their usual aloofness.
Her lips were slightly curved, with a faint smile, as if she were having a sweet dream.
The blush on her face hadn't completely faded, spreading from her cheekbones all the way to her ears, like she'd applied a thin layer of rouge.
Lin Chen looked at it for a while, then suddenly smiled.
This woman looks good when she's putting on airs.
She looks even better when she's asleep and doesn't put on airs.
He couldn't resist reaching out and gently brushing the tip of Lingbo's nose.
Lingbo wrinkled her nose, shrank further into the blanket, burying half her face in it, leaving only her closed eyes and a few strands of loose hair showing.
Lin Chen smiled silently, sat up quietly, and tucked the blanket around her.
Then I stretched my back.
Hmm, it's alright.
It doesn't hurt or ache, and my bones don't crack.
It's much better than messing around with Mei Jiu Niang.
That woman was really good at causing trouble; she drove him crazy.
Lingbo is gentle, so gentle that it's unlike her usual self.
She's usually cold and aloof, but she transforms completely when she's in bed.
He doesn't talk much, but every reaction is incredibly genuine—unpretentious, natural, and unforced.
That kind of gentleness isn't a technique; it's something ingrained in one's very being.
Lin Chen finished dressing and looked back one last time.
Lingbo was still asleep, her posture unchanged, and her breathing steady.
Lin Chen pulled the blanket up a little higher, then pushed open the door and went out.
The sun was shining brightly in the courtyard, its warmth comforting me.
Yao Yao squatted by the flower bed, holding a small shovel in her hand, digging something, I don't know.
A-Yue and Liu Sheng Piaopiao squatted down to watch, the three of them huddled together, whispering amongst themselves.
When Yao Yao saw Lin Chen come out, she paused for a moment with the shovel in her hand.
Then they continued digging as if nothing had happened.
But its ears—stood up high, like radar.
Da Shuang and Xiao Shuang stood under the eaves making tea, their movements gentle and their coordination perfect.
Upon seeing Lin Chen emerge, they all bowed and greeted him: "Your Highness."
Lin Chen nodded, walked over and sat down on the recliner, leaned back, and squinted at the sky.
Da Shuang poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.
Lin Chen took it, took a sip, and found the temperature to be just right, neither too hot nor too cold.
The delicate aroma of tea leaves spread in my mouth, and I felt completely relaxed.
"Your Highness, the weather is so nice today," Da Shuang said softly, then lowered her head, her ears turning red.
Lin Chen took another sip of tea.
The sunlight felt warm on his body, and he wanted to just lie there, not thinking about anything and doing nothing.
But there's always something spinning in my head, like a top that never stops.
Yao Yao suddenly muttered, "Master's scent hasn't dissipated yet."
Ah Yue whispered, "Shh—keep your voice down."
Liu Sheng Piaopiao: "What's that smell? I can't smell it!"
Yao Yao: "Your nose is broken."
Lin Chen: "…………"
He pretended not to hear, put down his teacup, and cleared his throat: "Da Shuang, go and call Shi Shi and Shi Shi here."
Da Shuang paused for a moment, then answered "Yes," and turned to leave.
Xiao Shuang stood to the side, head down, brewing tea, her face expressionless.
Yao Yao muttered to herself, "Why call them? They still have the energy to cause trouble?"
A-Yue: "Why do you care so much?"
Liu Sheng Piaopiao: "Exactly!"
Yao Yao: "I was just worried about my husband's health!"
A-Yue: "His Highness is in very good health."
Yao Yao: "That's because your body isn't up to par!"
Lin Chen finally couldn't hold back any longer and turned to look at them: "You three, don't you have anything better to do?"
Yao Yao said matter-of-factly, "I'm planting flowers."
A-Yue: "I helped her plant flowers."
Liu Sheng Piaopiao: "I'll accompany her and help her plant flowers."
Lin Chen: "..."
Well, these three spirited young women.
He couldn't be bothered with it anymore, so he leaned back in his recliner and closed his eyes again.
We need to reassure Shi Shi and Shi Shi about their situation.
And then there's Mei Jiu Niang—how much of what that woman said last night was believable?
Lin Chen didn't think a 300-year-old woman would so easily reveal all her cards.