Allure of the World Chapter 36: Loving couple

Ling Chen raised his head and stared at her: "Are you jealous?"

"No, Ling'er is telling the truth."

Ling Chen reached out and rubbed her nose.

"I made these dishes, you can try them." Lan Ling served him the dishes.

"What did you do? You can still cook?" Ling Chen looked at her with a smile, and saw that the dishes on the table were all his favorites. He picked up a mouthful of bamboo shoots, and a fragrance penetrated into his teeth.

Ling Chen loves to eat bamboo shoots.

"It really tastes different, crispy and fragrant."

Lan Ling's eyes brightened.

After dinner, Ling Chen walked outside with Lan Ling in his arms.

Because of the war, the weather was cold, and the streets of the floating city were early without pedestrians.

Ling Chen held her hand and walked slowly, Tian Ming and Gu Fan following behind.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we lived here all the time?" Lan Ling asked suddenly.

Ling Chen was silent, holding her hand as if he was playing.

"Do you have to fight for the world?" Lan Ling leaned on Ling Chen's side.

"Linger, fighting is for living. I am a prince, and there are some things that I can't do as I want. Even if I tell the emperor, I don't want to fight, I just want to live in peace, you say , would they believe it?

As long as I'm a threat to some people, they won't let me live. Those who follow me, I am responsible for them, you understand? "

Ling Chen held her in his arms, but his eyes looked into the distance.

"I don't want to kill others, but if others gain power, they will never let me live, nor will those who follow me live, including you. So, I can't stop. The kind you think about I can't give you a simple life, try to live my life."

"Then, we can stay here a little longer." Lan Ling begged him.

"Okay." He stood up and kissed her deeply.

Ling Chen led the troops to Luan City on the second day.

The war in Luancheng was harder, Lan Ling waited three days for Lingchen to come back.

The one guarding Luancheng was Zhang Xu. Zhang Xu was originally a lieutenant general of Luancheng. His wife was as beautiful as a flower. Later, Liu Gang, the master of Luancheng, took a fancy to Zhang Xu's wife and raped Zhang Xu's wife. Zhang Xu killed Liu Gang in a fit of anger and turned against the court.

Zhang Xu is excellent in martial arts. He is also good at leading troops and defending well. In the end, he used a bomb made by Tian Ming to blow up the city gate before capturing Luan City.

But Zhang Xu ran away, and Tian Ming and others didn't catch him.

Five days before the Chinese New Year, Ling Chen was busy redeploying the forces of Luancheng and Qingzhou, which had just been captured, and transferred the county masters of Fuzhou and Yancheng to these two cities respectively, and deployed the generals who defended the cities. It also took a lot of thought.

He works late every day.

Every time I go back, there is always supper on the table, sometimes it is a bowl of small chaos, sometimes it is a plate of dim sum, sometimes it is a bowl of hot and sour mutton soup.

This place is no better than his Wangye Mansion in Yuncheng. Due to the war, supplies are limited, and the food in the military camp is also rough.

Lan Ling never thought that she could cook for Ling Chen herself. She can cook and eat all kinds of food. When she was in Moshan, she learned a lot from the cooks in the kitchen. At that time, she just thought it was fun, and her life was boring to pass the time.

Lan Ling tried her best to make the things she made for Ling Chen as delicate as possible. Busy every day.

Ling Chen came back early that day, Lan Ling hadn't slept yet, she brought hot water to scald his feet.

"You don't need to do these things, so don't freeze." Ling Chen stroked her head with a big palm sympathetically.

"I do." Lan Ling said crisply.

She stretched out her hand to wash his feet, Bai Nen's little hands pressed against his feet, Lan Ling found that Ling Chen's heels had blood blisters.

"Why is this bubbling?" She frowned distressedly. He picked up Ling Chen's boots and looked at it, the leather on the heel was too hard.

She massaged his feet, dried them, popped blood blisters, medicated them, and wrapped them up.

"This is a special medicine. It will be fine tomorrow. You can replace the heel of your military boots with lambskin. The lambskin is softer." Lan Ling said to Ling Chen.

"Okay, Tian Ming, send the order. When purchasing military boots, the heels are made of lambskin."

Tian Ming happily took his orders and left.

“Why are you being so kind to me?” Ling Chen held Lan Ling’s hand and asked in a low voice. He took her into his arms and tucked his head into Lan Ling's fragrant hair, motionless.

"Because at this time, you are my husband. I can treat you as I want. In the palace, I also want to be nice to you, but some people say that I am seducing you, or have ulterior motives, and there will also be people Not happy. In fact, what I do now, all loving couples are like this."

"Is it good for me to be like this all the time? Don't be afraid of what others say, and I won't let others gossip." Ling Chen's sincere voice sounded in Lan Ling's ear.

Lan Ling smiled wryly. "I really want to. But I'm afraid I will die soon!"

Lan Ling suddenly thought of Xixiang. Reminds her past life. Hands are also sluggish.

Ling Chen leaned over and kissed her lips, his voice was low and gentle, "Just treat me well, I see who would dare to kill you!" After he finished speaking, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he buckled up. Her jaw, the hot kiss, pressed down all over the place.

"Don't, don't..." Lan Ling resisted in a low voice, "I haven't taken that medicine these days."

Lan Ling looked up at him.

"No need to drink!" he said, pressing up.

Finally tossing until the middle of the night, Ling Chen was finally tired and fell into a deep sleep.

Lan Ling got up, hinged the cotton cloth, pressed a thin layer of cotton, gestured at Ling Chen's boots, and made a pair of soft insoles for him.

Ling Chen woke up occasionally, and saw a small figure beside the faint yellow candle, carefully dressed as a female red.

The next day, Ling Chen got up early in the morning. The place where his feet were soft and comfortable, and he no longer rubbed his feet. He was very surprised. He took off his shoes and saw a pair of white cotton insoles with evenly dense stitches.

Ling Chen looked at Lan Ling who was still asleep, his face was pink and tender, his black eyes softened, he leaned over and kissed her hair, "I really can't see, you know so much!"

Lan Ling slept until almost noon before waking up. The room was very quiet. Ling Chen found a girl yesterday to serve Lan Ling. At this time, the girl was preparing lunch.

"Cuihong, this lamb chop is stewed with water, make more, don't put soy sauce, put more ginger." Lan Ling instructed Cuihong, Ling Chen is willing to eat stewed lamb.

She finished her grooming and walked out of the room. She wanted Ling Chen to bring everyone back for dinner, instead of having to eat the meals from the military camp.

Lan Ling went to Lingchen's meeting room, Tian Ming saw her coming, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Master is not in the meeting room."

"Oh, where did he go?"

"The back garden."

"Well, Tian Ming, I'll invite them to the living room for lunch later, instead of having to eat the meal from the military camp."

Tian Ming agreed vaguely.

Lan Ling ran directly to the back garden.

The door to the back garden was closed, it never happened.

Fan Xing and Han Zhitao stood at the gate of the garden, "Mrs. Ling." Fan Xing called her.

"Is Lord inside?" Lan Ling asked as he walked in.

"Mrs. Ling, you'd better wait a while before going in." Fan Xing stopped her.

Lan Ling stopped, "Is there something wrong with you?"

"Well, it's not convenient for you to go in right now." Fan Xing said coldly.

Lan Ling always felt that Fan Xing was very cold to her. As if she were his enemy.

Lan Ling looked at Han Zhitao, "I've prepared a lot of dishes today. Let's have lunch in your room together."

Not waiting for Han Zhitao to answer, Fan Xing said with a smile, "It depends on what you want."

Fan Xing's expression is odd.

Lan Ling pushed open the back garden door like a ghost messenger.