Ye Chen was originally an open-minded person, but after drinking, he opened up even more.
Dongling admired his vision very much, and felt that Ye Chen was really good everywhere.
When the two were awakened by the sun, the dormitory in Dongling was a mess, and there were traces of their attempts everywhere. Ye Chen propped herself up, and the stall on her body slid down. She shook her head, which felt particularly heavy after the hangover, and found out that she and Dongling seemed to have done something extraordinary.
She pushed Dongling and whispered: "Get up, pack up, what does it look like."
Dongling opened his eyes in confusion, and said impatiently, "Sleep a little longer."
After he finished speaking, he pulled Ye Chen down again.
Ye Chen began to push him: "Get up, wait for someone to come."
Dongling was so upset by her that he sighed and said, "It's coming, so what?"
"no!"
When Ye Chen thought that these traces would be seen, she felt extremely embarrassed, and she hurriedly said, "Hurry up and clean up."
Every emperor's fairy palace will block other people's spiritual power to show his identity. Ye Chen couldn't use the cleansing technique here, so he could only rely on Dongling.
Dongling sighed and said, "In order to cultivate my mind, I can't use magic myself here. To use magic, I have to open the ban on the mountain protection formation. Let Gong E clean it up."
"no!"
Ye Chen immediately sank his face and said with him: "Go and get me cleaning tools like brooms, mops, handkerchiefs, and I'll clean them up."
"Why is this..."
Dongling was a little helpless, but looking at Ye Chen's firm eyes, he couldn't. He could only bring her to wear clothes, seal the palace, and then go to the bath together to wash up. After that, Dongling asked Gong E to bring cleaning tools. He also put on aprons for the two of them and entered the hall together.
Naturally, Dongling would not let Ye Chen clean alone, so he followed along, wearing an apron, his hair tied with a hair tie, and his sleeves tied up with straps, looking very homely.
The hand with the sword held the handkerchief, knelt on the ground, and began to wipe the floor according to Ye Chen's instructions.
Ye Chen packed up his things, and Dongling wiped the table and the floor, looking exactly like a young daughter-in-law at home.
After cleaning for a while, Dongling found it quite interesting, and said with Ye Chen: "I think the joy of the boudoir is not only thrush, but doing sundries with you is also extremely interesting."
"That's why you don't do it every day," Ye Chen glared at him: "Do you try to cook a meal for me every day?"
After listening to Ye Chen's words, Dongling remembered the egg cake that had been successful after many attempts, and fell into deep thought.
He imagined that he became a generation of chefs, and Ye Chen completely surrendered to his cooking skills, and there was a subtle sense of refreshment.
This is more pleasing to him than mastering a superb swordsmanship.
So he immediately decided - he, Tanglin, was going to become a generation of chefs.
He must become the best cook among the swordsmen, and the swordsman with the highest swordsmanship among the cooks.
With joy and hope in his eyebrows, he raised his eyes to look at Ye Chen: "Chen Chen, what do you like to eat?"
"Me?" Ye Chen put it into the pen-washing tub, and after shaking it, he tilted his head and said, "Sweet and sour pork ribs? I really like to eat this."
Dongling nodded and said nothing.
Ye Chen lowered his head to clean up, not paying attention to Dongling's expression.
In the next few days, Dongling was often absent, and Ye Chen couldn't help but feel a little strange.
She shuddered in her heart and wondered if Dongling was stealing someone from outside
Not so fast.
So Ye Chen decided to follow him. In the middle of the night, after Dongling quietly got up, Ye Chen quietly followed her.
When she saw Dongling walking all the way to the kitchen, she couldn't help but feel a little strange. Could it be that Dongling's object was a cook
Then she saw Dongling enter the kitchen, rummaging around for dishes.
Watch him cut ribs, take out a list, and follow the list step by step.
He made a sweet and sour pork ribs, another sweet and sour pork ribs...
The person who has always looked down on all beings from a high place, under the lights, with a smile on his lips, is cooking a dish repeatedly.
Ye Chen just watched silently. He didn't actually dress up much, so he casually wore a home robe and tied his hair with a headband behind his back. That dress was ordinary and even a little too casual.
Ye Chen remembered that when she ran into Dongling before, it was always on big occasions. At that time, Dongling always wore a golden crown, dressed in Chinese clothes, and stood tall, and people scattered flowers when they walked.
But for some reason, Ye Chen felt that Dongling, who had been dressed up so deliberately, was not as handsome as one-tenth of a million.
The appearance of that noble and incomparable noble son, putting down his sword and making soup for you, is simply a beautiful scene.
Ye Chen looked at this scene quietly, and suddenly felt a little hot in his eyes.
I feel that all the peace and tenderness in this life have accumulated in this moment.
She breathed in disorder, and Tang Ling noticed her presence, raised his head, and looked at her standing at the door.
When the night wind blew, his hair was lightly stroked on his face. He looked at her, not feeling embarrassed at all, but raised a gentle smile: "I wanted to tell you later after I finished my studies."
Speaking, he seemed a little embarrassed, and lowered his head: "I made you laugh."
As soon as the words fell, Ye Chen threw himself into his arms. Dongling was so frightened that he threw the kitchen knife and put his hands on the table, somewhat dumbfounded: "What are you doing?"
"Eat!" Ye Chen choked: "No matter what you do, I'll eat it! I'll finish it!"
This was a bit silly, but Dongling understood what Ye Chen meant. He bowed his head and kissed her, then said gently, "Don't be silly, eat it after it's delicious."
Because Ye Chen found out that Dongling was secretly cooking, Dongling no longer avoided her.
After a while, the underworld finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and sent a judge to look for Dongling. After making a statement similar to: "Fu Jun, we can't live without you", Dongling raised his head. Looking at Ye Chen, he said, "Come with me to the underworld for a short stay?"
"Okay." Ye Chen hung on Dongling's body: "I will marry a chicken and a dog, and I will go wherever you go."
"Well," Dongling nodded, "That's the point of a loose immortal who doesn't have any real power."
"You said that," Ye Chen lowered his face, "I'm not happy anymore."
Dongling laughed lowly, raised his hand and scratched the bridge of her nose, and took her down to the underworld.
After arriving at the Underworld, they walked across Huangquan Road, and the two set foot on the ferry on the Wangchuan River. The boat punter wore a hat and stood at the bow of the boat without saying a word. Ye Chen looked at him with a kind face. After thinking about it, he hesitated: "Mo Wuxie?"
Mo Wuxie raised his head, his handsome face was a little pale because he had not been exposed to the sun for many years, he smiled and said, "Long time no see."
After confirming that it was Mo Wuxie, Ye Chen remembered that when Dongling asked Mo Wuxie to cross the Wangchuan River for three thousand souls, he became the ferryman of the Wangchuan River.
Ye Chen saw the old acquaintances and chatted with each other. After chatting about the current situation, Ye Chen looked down at the Wangchuan River and said strangely: "By the way, why do I think the Wangchuan River is a little shallower?"
Hearing this, Dongling froze while pouring tea, Mo Wuxie looked up at him and said indifferently, "You haven't been here for a long time, did you read it wrong?"
"Huh? Am I delusional?" Ye Chen scratched his head, Dongling poured the tea, and said to Ye Chen, "Don't lie on the side of the boat, come here."
Ye Chen obediently walked back to the heart of the boat, Dongling handed her the tea, she sat down with her legs crossed, took a sip of tea, and then remembered: "Dongling, you arrested her for that ugly girl last time. What did you ask?"
"Huh?" Dongling looked up at her: "Why did you suddenly ask this?"
"Why are you going back to the Underworld Lord?" Ye Chen said while drinking tea, "Just learn about the situation."
Dongling laughed softly: "It's nothing, it's just an evil ghost who sneaked out."
Ye Chen nodded and didn't ask any further questions. After chatting with Mo Wuxie about the recent gossip about the underworld for a while, the two returned to their residence together.
The underworld covered the sky and the sun, and Ye Chen didn't feel anything. As soon as Dongling came back, he threw himself into his work, and Ye Chen didn't have to pretend to do chores for Dongling, so he looked at the birds every day, teased ghosts, and chatted with Mo Wuxie.
After staying for a few days, Ye Chen felt a little uncomfortable, and she couldn't tell what was wrong.
When Dongling started to do things, he didn't see anyone for several days. Ye Chen went to see his office from a distance. He was dressed in a black dark dragon pattern, with a mian on his head, and his face was cold.
She thinks this Dongling is very beautiful, lying on the tree, she can watch it for a whole year.
After a month of trial, Dongling finally finished his business. When he came back, Ye Chen hid in the house, ready to scare him.
She hid on the beam and watched him change his clothes and soak in the bath.
Dong Ling's face was always cold, and he didn't have the slightest softness to be with her, and he was surrounded by anger.
Ye Chen sensed something was wrong, she held her breath and looked at Dongling.
Dongling raised his hand, and Zigui appeared in his hand. However, at this time, Zigui had a light blood color on his body. Dongling raised his hand and touched Zigui, closed his eyes, and recited the scriptures . His hand brushed Zigui inch by inch, and wherever he brushed, Zigui's color returned to its normal color.
After Zigui's color returned to normal, Dongling opened his eyes.
He got up from the water, dried himself, and walked back to the bedroom.
Ye Chen went back to the dormitory ahead of time and hid in the bed to fake sleep.
Dongling came into the room and lay down on the quilt. He held her in his arms and said gently, "Are you asleep?"
"No," Ye Chen stuck his head out of his arms, hugged him and said, "Waiting for you?"
"Wait for me to do?"
Dongling softened his expression, showing no trace of the hostility he had just now. Ye Chen buried his head in his arms: "Wait for you to go home."
"Dongling," Ye Chen put his hand on his chest and said softly, "No matter what happens in the future, don't be afraid. You must remember that I have been waiting for you."
"And so you go home."