"Don't you want to go out? It seems that you are not willing to marry me. Then just wait and listen to my arrangements." Zhongli Jian lowered his voice.
Mu Lin nodded in agreement. After all, it was impossible for her to escape by herself from a place where the doors and windows were closed with triple locks and there were people guarding outside.
What is the difference between her, who is so weak that she can't even tie a chicken, and ordinary people
From a princess of the underworld to an exiled prisoner, after ten thousand years of imprisonment, it was not a big deal to accept. Mu Lin had no choice but to adapt to the life of a mortal.
Although it was not yet time for the two to take action, the two who had reached a temporary consensus were still a little casual with each other.
Zhong Lijian saw Mu Lin's eyes lingering on the snacks on the table for the fifth or sixth time, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He moved the plate towards Mu Lin and said, "Little Mu Lin, eat."
“…Thank you.” Mu Lin was about to start, but after thinking about it, she decided to thank him. Her father always taught her to be polite when outside.
Mu Lin was not reserved and moved to the table. Just as she was about to reach out to grab it, Zhongli Jian handed her a white handkerchief embroidered with lifelike light green bamboo leaves.
Mu Lin turned his head and looked at him in confusion.
Zhongli Jian thought that she was just a child after all, and she was not particular about what she ate, so he explained: "You haven't washed your hands yet, so wrap them with a silk handkerchief before eating."
“…Oh.” Mu Lin didn’t know much about human etiquette, and it had undergone many changes over the past tens of thousands of years. He immediately followed Zhong Lijian’s suggestion, took the silk handkerchief, wrapped a piece of Ruyi Lianggao, and put it into his mouth.
Zhongli Jian silently watched her finish a plate of golden Ruyi cakes, a plate of rose pastries, two plates of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar steamed chestnut powder cakes, and a pot of tea... Seeing that Mu Lin's little hand was about to grab the wine pot again, Zhongli Jian quickly took the wine pot away.
Mu Lin: “Hmm?”
Zhongli Jian: "Children can't drink alcohol."
Mu Lin didn't move, just stared at him.
Zhongli Jian didn't care at first, but when he looked up, he saw a layer of water in Mu Lin's peach blossom eyes. He had to lower his eyes and reflect, was he too strict with the child? The little girl was about to cry because of him.
Mu Lin pursed his lips, his heartstrings trembling silently.
She was certainly not frightened, but when Zhongli Jian stopped her from drinking, his slightly serious expression seemed to coincide with that of her father. The resemblance was so striking that it caught her off guard and struck the softest part of her heart. She was already out of control in a trance.
She can meet countless people and countless things, but the man who once accompanied her day and night and loved her more than life, she will never see him again.
Zhongli Jian softened his tone: "Alright, alright, we are going out tonight, so we can't drink alcohol. When we escape from here, I will take you to drink the best wine in the world."
"Okay." Mu Lin raised his face and smiled. The tears in his eyes had long since disappeared, leaving only peace and clarity.
Zhongli Jian patted her head lovingly. Mu Lin was not hungry to begin with, and she was not in the mood to continue eating, so she just started chatting with Zhongli Jian.
"The people outside the gate respect you as the Lord, what is your status?"
Zhongli Jian was slightly surprised, but that was all. "I thought you should know. Didn't your parents tell you that you were going to be the wife of the owner of the White Jade Tower?"
What Madam? Mu Lin rolled his eyes, but said without any hesitation: "The 187th one?"
Zhongli Jian casually asked, "Do you mind?"
"… What do you think?" They are all exes, how can I know how long it will take for me to become your ex, or become that, a memorial tablet in the human world? She is not unkillable.
"Is that so? Madam, don't be jealous. I have never touched them."
"Where are they?" She pretended to be curious.
In fact, Mu Lin didn't care whether he entered the bridal chamber with other women. What did it have to do with her? She only cared whether they were still alive and how long she could live here.
Zhong Lijian's expression did not change at all. He curled the corners of his lips in a malicious way. His elegant voice could not hide his nature of asking for a beating. "Guess?"
This is the sentence that Mu Lin hates the most in his life, no doubt about it!
When night falls, the dragon and phoenix red candles glow brightly.
The two figures were reflected on the window, as if they were cuddling gently, and the room was filled with tenderness. Zhongli Jian leaned close to Mu Lin's ear and whispered a few words. The two of them made eye contact and nodded in tacit understanding.
Mu Lin smiled slyly.