Zhao Fan was immersed in the art of retreat given by the Lord of the Land, and it was not until dawn that he finally mastered this incomplete and simplified divine art.

Then, as soon as Zhao Fan's thoughts moved, he naturally sank into the ground, even if he came from the peak of the Holy Realm at this moment, he couldn't perceive his position and trajectory, because his entire body was like a part of the earth, completely hidden!

When traveling underground, it is more agile than on the ground, and the speed is as much as three times faster.

Not long after, in the courtyard of the eldest lady of Su Mansion, a figure suddenly appeared, it was Zhao Fan!

The next moment, when he looked sideways, he was embarrassed.

This is Su Xi's boudoir, half of her white body is exposed outside the quilt, her undulating belly pocket, with slender jade legs, outlines a delicate curve.

"The estimation was wrong, but fortunately it didn't alarm her." Zhao Fan thought in his heart, so he quietly escaped into the ground again, took a breath, and appeared in the next room.

Lin Qianqian was lying on the bed, holding a pillow on her side, and her sleeping appearance was extremely sweet.

As soon as Zhao Fan took off his clothes, he came to the bed lightly, pulled the pillow open, and filled his arm into the other party's hand.

He learned the art of retreat, and this night consumed a lot of energy, and his consciousness was in a state of exhaustion, so he slept very deeply, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he was a dead pig.

Afternoon.

Zhao Fan didn't open his eyes, so he yawned, then raised his hand and grabbed his hair and asked, "What time is it?" ”

Lin Qianqian's voice came from the side, "It's half past one." ”

"Huh?" Zhao Fan woke up suddenly, he sat up and smiled, "I was a little tired from tossing last night, I didn't want to sleep until now, Qianqian, have you had lunch?" ”

Lin Qianqian nodded, she pointed to an upside-down silver pot on the bedside table, and said, "Fanfan, I helped you keep the meal." ”

"Oh, my wife is so nice." Zhao Fan hugged her and took a bite, then opened the silver pot and began to eat the food inside, all cooked by the best chef of the Su family, and the taste was not to be said.

"By the way, when did you come back?" Lin Qianqian asked suspiciously: "When I got up in the morning, I saw you next to me, and I didn't know at all!" ”

"For the husband to heaven and earth, omnipotent." Zhao Fan pointed to the door and window and said, "It's like a fictitious thing." ”

"Strong."

Lin Qianqian leaned on the head of the bed, and she sighed slightly: "Last night, after you left, I asked Su Xi what accident happened on the eve of the wedding. ”

Zhao Fan's expression tightened, "And then?" ”

"She didn't say it." Lin Qianqian shook her head and said, "But my intuition is that it is a big thing, Fanfan, since I am your fiancée, why do you want to hide it?" ”

Zhao Fan was silent for a few seconds, then took a deep breath and said, "It's not that I really want to hide it from you, but the time has not yet come, and soon, I will let you know, believe me, okay?" ”

Lin Qianqian's eyes looked at him quietly, and after a long time, she nodded, "Well, I trust you." ”

Zhao Fan finished eating, put on his clothes, got out of bed and said, "Let's go, let's go back to Jiangbei." ”

"Okay."

Lin Qianqian followed behind him, walked out of the door together, and when she came to the courtyard, she saw Su Xi holding a guqin on the swing to practice music.

Zhao Fan and Su Xi chatted briefly and expressed their gratitude, then picked up Lin Qianqian and stepped into the air step by step.

At the same time, a large black and white shadow above the clouds swooped down, connecting the two of them to the eagle's back and rushing into the clouds again.

Su Xi in the courtyard looked up at the empty blue white clouds, and felt greatly, and then she buried herself in penance again, even if she worked hard, the distance between her and Zhao Fan was even farther, but she didn't want to give up.

……

Approaching evening, Zhao Fan carried a parrot on his shoulder, held Lin Qianqian's hand and walked into the gate of Thang Long Mansion like a walk, and soon stood in front of the door of Mansion No. 7.

Before he could knock on it, the door was pushed open inside.