Shen Lichuan didn't expect that after he rushed back to Yan Kingdom, he would see this scene.

The person he was thinking about was held in the arms of another man, so intimate, as rational as she was drunk, and defenseless.

Yes, how did he forget.

When Nanshan met a ghost general, she put herself in danger in order to protect that man.

On the contrary, he is redundant.

The moment he saw Lu Chengyu hugging Leng Mingyue, he should have left, a dignified son, disdainful of interfering in other people's feelings.

He thought so, but the ghost heart in his body was beating more and more violently, screaming and rushing to tear everything up, only by eating his flesh and drinking his blood could he calm his dark and narrow possessiveness.

If it weren't for the reminder from a human heart, the news would spread throughout the imperial capital tomorrow morning in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"The deity is no match for the son of the prime minister of a third-class principality, is it?"

His voice was as light as a feather, faintly with a bit of self-deprecation, and his indifferent expression was divine and detached, restoring the unattainable height that the Holy Son should have.

The woman in her arms didn't hear it, frowned and arched into the crook of his arm, absorbing the warmth of the autumn night, pitiful like a newborn, unprotected little beast.

The man sighed lightly, mobilized his strength, and the wisps of warmth were like a thin quilt, covering the woman's body, in exchange for the woman stretching her eyebrows and breathing steadily.

He stepped a little, flew up gently, took Leng Mingyue back to the courtyard of Leng Mansion, pushed the door in, put Leng Mingyue on the rosewood bed, and tucked the quilt for her.

Just as she was about to turn around, her arm was suddenly grabbed by the woman, and a voice hiding her pain came from her ear:

"Don't go."

Shen Lichuan lowered his head, and saw the sleeping woman falling into a nightmare, and fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.

"I'm not Lu Chengyu."

He pulled out his bony hand, and there was a shallow anger in his heart, but more than that, he couldn't bear it, so he gathered the gentle power in his palm and sent it into the woman's body, dispelling her nightmare.

After that, he flipped the back of his hand and found a white wooden box.

After placing a white wooden box on the table, he pushed the door and walked out of the house without looking at the woman on the bed.

In the corner of the courtyard, thirteen chickens brought from Ivory Village had also gone to sleep, the chicken coop was made of pure gold, the blackout cloth was fine brocade, and the two sides of the door were like bed curtains, each tied with a yellow bow.

The ribbon is cute and cute, and it is beautiful and symmetrical.

Because of the good food, the thirteen chickens are fat and strong, and their wings are supple and beautiful.

Where is this raising chickens, you have to raise a noblewoman.

Shen Lichuan shook his head and chuckled, I am afraid that Leng Mingyue is the only one who can raise chickens so seriously in the whole world.

He walked out of the courtyard, and in the pavilion in the center of the lake not far from the courtyard, there happened to be an old man wearing a purple python robe.

This person is the prince of the god of war of Yan Kingdom, Shen Tiangang, he drinks alone with the moon, and he still has a picture scroll in his hand.

Inside the picture scroll is a woman with a delicate temperament, the woman's appearance is somewhat similar to Shen Zichen, she is Shen Zichen's biological mother, Shen Tiangang's princess.

"Your Son?"

Old Prince Shen was surprised at first, then put away the scroll and put down the wine glass, and shouted Shen Wangchuan's tone, a little more indifferent: "How about drinking two glasses of face?" ”

He and Shen Lichuan are uncles and nephews, and they have not communicated with each other at several banquets, and even after taking Shen Zichen to recognize their relatives, they have not intersected with Shen Lichuan.

Shen Lichuan silently walked to the Huxin Pavilion and sat down in his robe, with no extra emotions in his eyes.