My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

Chapter 38 Azhi
  Compared with her masters and uncles, Yan Conling's taste is bland.

Psychic Yan's five senses are naturally sharper than ordinary people, so every time she eats out, she will ask the store to add less salt.

Lou Qixue has been with her for hundreds of years, so she understands this clearly. He didn't know how to cook from the beginning. The Demon King had many servants and subordinates, so all his current skills were learned by himself after marrying Yan Conling.

Yan Conling was also eighteen years old at this time in his previous life, but at that time he was still on the road to battle of wits and courage with the kitchen.

What should a tall girl eat? Meat and vegetables are definitely indispensable, as well as fresh fish, shrimp, melons and fruits... After a while, the table is full.

He put down his cuffs, opened the door to the back room and was about to call someone out for dinner.

But it was empty inside.

There is only a faint wisp of cinnamon left, making it feel particularly cold and lonely.

The previously scattered objects were placed back on the desk, and the gauze gown and red cloak were piled next to them, messily tangled together.

There is a piece of paper with wet ink marks on the top. The handwriting is sloppy, and it can be seen that the person who wrote it is in a hurry.

——You eat first, I have something to do and I need to go out first.

Even though the letter didn't say it clearly, Lou Qixue knew in his heart that the only one who could be in trouble at this point was Ning Fengli from the Seventh Prince's Mansion.

The hot food was still placed on the table outside. He clenched the note tightly, and ink marks stained his slender fingertips.

The bitterness in his abdominal cavity could no longer be restrained and burst out, spreading up his throat and turning into fishy-sweet blood.

She has no heart at all.

……

"The sky is dry and things are dry, so be careful about burning candles. The water tank is full and the stove is clear—"

The sound of the government servants beating the wooden door came from the far end of the alley.

Yan Conling climbed over the wall of the palace. As soon as her feet landed, she was startled by the figure in front of her, "Miss Ah Zhi, you always walk silently. It's so scary in the middle of the night."

The gentle woman smiled lightly and said, "Miss Yan, your cultivation has regressed."

She looked soft and gentle, but spoke very directly.

Yan Conling's expression changed slightly.

She could listen to anything she said, but not this one.

"Girl, you can try this."

When the small scroll was delivered from under her sleeve, she didn't even notice when the other party suddenly approached her.

Yan Conngling raised his head and took a serious look at her.

Regarding the maid next to Ning Fengli, my impression for so many years was that she was a confidant. The Seventh Prince trusted her very much and knew nothing about the rest.

Including the name Ah Zhi, it is obviously not the full name.

"The girl is born with a spiritual body, and the psychic Yan family has more mind and compassion than ordinary people, so she can practice cultivation with half the effort."

Her voice was soft and soft, like a cloud of snow falling on an umbrella, "But there is no perfect existence in this world."

The girl lowered her head and said nothing, her thick long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, showing a bit of gloom.

These days, she has actually been thinking about this matter, and is not as relaxed and relieved as she appears... The natural spirit body is not only a shortcut for her cultivation, but also an important tool to avenge her blood relatives.

"Now that things have happened, and the girl's mind is closed," Ah Zhi pointed to the scroll that was just stuffed in and said warmly. "Then it's better to take a different path and do the opposite."

"Do you know the Yan family?"

Yan Conngling subconsciously clenched the scroll tightly, with strong vigilance in her eyes.

Knowing that she is a descendant of the psychic Yan family, she can still think that Ning Fengli told her.

But knowing that his heart is closed... except for a few masters and uncles, no one knows.

After all, there is no more Yanling grass in the world.

"Girl, Miss Yan." Ah Zhi's voice was as gentle as ever. Under the hazy night, her gentle eyes seemed to contain a touch of indistinguishable emotions.

"I won't harm you. Although this mind-winding technique is only the first half, it is enough for you now."

Yan Conling thanked him and did not continue the topic.

When the other party obviously knows more about you, but you know nothing about them, talking too much will only make you lose more.

"How is your prince doing these days?"

"Not as bad as the last attack."

Ah Zhi looked at the lake not far away, which was as deep as the mouth of a devouring beast, "The lake water this time is very calm and has not turned red."

Yan Conngling followed and cast his gaze.

Dark clouds cover the moon and the stars are dim. The lake half-hidden and half-hidden behind the rockery revealed a strange darkness, which was the blood lake rumored by the outside world.

But there were no monsters. Instead, her master came down from the mountain a few years ago and cast a spell to connect the originally clear and clear lake with Ning Fengli.

When the lake is calm, people are fine. The water in the lake is surging, which is the result of Gu hair.

As for turning into the blood color mentioned by those storytellers, it only means that Ning Fengli is in a dangerous state.

Ah Zhi held the Yingying lamp and skillfully guided her, "Girl, please go in, the prince is already waiting inside."

Pushing the door open, there is still a warm fragrance lingering inside.

It was nearing the end of autumn, and the night was getting colder. The young man's robe was much thicker than when we met before. He also had a gilt stove on his lap, and he was lazily half-leaning on the beauty's couch, reading a book.

Her long crow-colored hair was pulled up with a jade crown, revealing a clean and fair face, which made her look even more handsome and elegant under the lamp.

There was no maid waiting beside him, and it was so quiet that he could only hear the sound of paper being turned.

Yan Conling consciously did not interrupt, and simply picked up the clean dagger and empty bowl that had been prepared in advance, and bled blood to boil the medicine.

"Ling'er."

The heat was rolling, and before the medicine was ready, Ning Fengli, who had been immersed in the book, suddenly called her.

"My subordinate is here."

"Did something happen to the prince's horse?" It was a question, but it was an absolute affirmation.

Yan Conling added, "The horse originally belonged to the Third Prince and was snatched away by His Highness the Crown Prince. After the incident, my subordinates checked it and found that it was caused by evil spirits."

"It's easy for some unclean things to grow in the wild mountains. This is normal, so I asked your Demon Suppressor to follow. But the prince..."

The young man straightened up slightly. The shadow of the candle swayed on the black robe, and the embroidered gold threads flickered out a few rays of light.

"He stole the third brother's horse by such a coincidence?"

Ning Junzhan was violent, not stupid.

In the past, he could be praised by several Taifus. It is impossible for the prince who has been an emperor since childhood to be really good at nothing.

At this juncture of Qiu Lie, not to mention the officials and nobles, the emperor and the queen were also there.

Even if he really fell in love with Ning Muting's sweaty horse, he should wait until the autumn hunting was over and find a dark place before taking action like he did with Ye Furui.

"Your Majesty..."

Yan Conling didn't understand the prince.

I couldn't notice it for a while before, but now Ning Fengli nudged me, and the more I thought about it, the more something was wrong.

"You should pay more attention these days."

Ning Fengli saw her lowering her head and thinking, and ordered slowly, "If something happened to the horse after the prince rode it, the prince would check first. But if it was the third brother's horse, there would be something wrong..."

(End of this chapter)