At this time, in another part of Butterfly Valley, Leng Hongyu was watering flowers alone in the small yard. Behind her was a very simple wooden house, but she cleaned up very cleanly.

Outside the courtyard, Jiang Beichen stared at the person inside with deep eyes. Seeing her thin body, he clenched his fists tightly, paused for a moment, stepped forward in two steps, and entered the yard.

Leng Hongyu heard the footsteps and put down the water scoop in her hand and turned slowly. She thought it was Qingfeng, but when she saw the visiting person, she suddenly stayed in place without moving, looking at the familiar tall figure in front of her.

Seeing his familiar and deep ink eyes, Leng Hongyu slid down the scoop in her hand and landed on the ground with a "clang".

She kept staring at the man not far away, and after a long time, she slowly spoke, "District, Lord of the Palace?"

Jiang Beichen came to Leng Hongyu in a flash, hugged her in his arms, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "What are you doing these days?"

Leng Hongyu's tears fell, wetting Jiang Beichen's shoulders.

Her throat felt even more uncomfortable, and she did not answer Jiang Beichen's words. She was hugged in her arms and she burst into tears silently.

She has never been a fragile person, she has been surviving in blood and has never shed tears. But because of the man in front of her, she often wipes tears secretly. Every time she thinks of his indifference and indifferent appearance, she feels particularly uncomfortable.

The two hugged each other like this, and no one said a word.

After a while, Leng Hongyu broke away from Jiang Beichen. Perhaps he was a martial arts practitioner, so he was more powerful.

Jiang Beichen's shoulder hurts and frowns and ponders.

Leng Hongyu felt nervous and hurriedly apologized: "The Lord of the Palace"

When Jiang Beichen saw Leng Hongyu kneeling down to apologize, he felt unhappy and said in a cold voice: "Skin trauma has nothing to do with you!"

Leng Hongyu was stunned and reacted, looking at Jiang Beichen with a worried look on his face and asked, "Lord of Palace, are you injured?"

Jiang Beichen glanced at the wooden house behind Leng Hongyu and answered an irresponsible question, "Did you live here all the time?"

Leng Hongyu nodded and responded: "Yes."

Jiang Beichen walked towards the direction of the wooden house.

Seeing this, Leng Hongyu hurriedly followed him to the wooden house.

Jiang Beichen entered the wooden house and glanced around him coldly. The wooden house was very simple, a bed that could sleep alone, a table and a chair, and a small wardrobe.

Jiang Beichen withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Leng Hongyu, with a little displeasure.

Leng Hongyu felt upset when she saw Jiang Beichen like this. She didn't know if she had done anything wrong, which made her master unhappy.

A moment later, Jiang Beichen walked to the bed and sat down, reminding Leng Hongyu: "Come here."

Leng Hongyu took two steps forward, lowered her head, and whispered: "Lord of the Palace." She wanted to ask what she wanted to do, but before she could speak, she noticed the cold cold air emitting around Jiang Beichen. Leng Hongyu suddenly kept silent. Jiang Beichen heard Leng Hongyu screaming at the Palace Master, and felt a little irritable. He suddenly grabbed Leng Hongyu's hand and pulled her into his arms. Leng Hongyu was caught off guard and instinctively hooked Jiang Beichen's neck. Thus, the two of them were

Hug each other in an extremely ambiguous posture.

Leng Hongyu looked at Jiang Beichen's cold face with clear eyes and was in a daze. She reacted and hurriedly got off from him, stood respectfully in front of him, lowered her head, and because of her nervousness, her hands were tightly clamped together.

Seeing this, Jiang Beichen ignored Leng Hongyu and took off his clothes on his own.

Leng Hongyu saw that his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. What is the palace master doing?

In his excitement, Jiang Beichen's clothes had already stepped down, revealing his perfect and strong chest muscles.

Leng Hongyu suddenly frowned when she saw the dazzling wound on his chest.

Jiang Beichen raised his eyes, handed the porcelain bottle in his hand to Leng Hongyu, and said to her: "Come here, help me with medicine."

Leng Hongyu suddenly came to her senses, hurried forward, and took the porcelain bottle.

She dripped her abdomen with ointment, stood in front of Jiang Beichen, and slowly moved her fingers towards his chest.

She didn't dare to look directly at his body. After she looked at the wound, she turned her eyes away from her face.

Seeing Leng Hongyu like this, Jiang Beichen looked slightly cold and deliberately pointed his wound at the finger that was stretched over her. The wound was poked and Jiang Beichen took a deep breath.

Leng Hongyu's hand shook and quickly shrank back, "The Lord of the Palace."

"Call me Chen!"

Leng Hongyu raised her eyes, and her clear eyes met Jiang Beichen's deep ink eyes.

"Lord of the Palace, subordinate~"

"Don't understand what I said? Or do you want me to say it again?"

Leng Hongyu had no choice but to whisper Jiang Beichen, "Chen."

Jiang Beichen reminded in a deep voice: "Come on and look at me!"

Leng Hongyu did as she met Jiang Beichen's hot gaze. Her heartbeat stopped and her heart tightened.

When Jiang Beichen saw Leng Hongyu's at a loss, a smile that was not easy to detect was fleeting. He reminded coldly, "Put the medicine now! Look at me!"

Leng Hongyu nodded slightly, dipped her fingers back on the medicine, and applied medicine to Jiang Beichen again.

When the plaster hit Jiang Beichen's wound, Leng Hongyu saw his body stiffening slightly for a moment. She asked with pain: "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Beichen pursed his lips and said without saying a word. Leng Hongyu whispered: "I'll be gentler. I'll hold on for a while, and it's going to be fine soon."

In this way, Jiang Beichen sat in front of the bed, staring at the little woman in front of him and applying medicine to him, looking at her fair face, and looking at her worried and nervous look, his mood became much better inexplicably.

The medicine was ready, Leng Hongyu looked up at him, "Dian~"

Before the words behind were called out, Jiang Beichen pressed his backhand on the bed.

Leng Hongyu was shocked and stared at the beautiful face in front of her. If she hadn't been familiar with these eyes and the smell of his body, she would have almost thought that she had recognized the wrong person.

Jiang Beichen's low voice came, with a strange charm, "From now on, be my Jiang Beichen's woman."

Leng Hongyu didn't react for a while when she heard Jiang Beichen's words. Tears were rolling in her eyes. Jiang Beichen looked at her clear eyes and said, "If you don't speak, does it mean you agreed?"

Leng Hongyu sniffed, and the chicken nodded like a rice pecking at him: "I agree. I agree."

As he spoke, he started to cry in grievance.

Jiang Beichen brushed the tears from the corners of her eyes and comforted her: "Silly, I won't let you suffer any more injustice in the future."

Two days later,

Outside Butterfly Valley, Jiang Beichen and Leng Hongyu rode a horse to look at Bai Luo, Yu Juechen and others, and said to them: "Don't worry, when Yu'er and I get married, we will definitely send you a wedding invitation and invite you to go to Mingyue Palace for a wedding."

Leng Hongyu's face turned slightly red and she looked at Bai Luo with guilt.

At that time, she almost made a big mistake for her master.
Chapter completed!