Chapter 286 Tianxuan: You can’t run away!

Late at night, in the study.

"Jingjue, Loulan!"

Tianxuan has been married to Yan Fei and Yue Shen for less than a month, and they are just getting married. In his past and present lives, he first tasted meat, and he pestered the two women all day long. Today, because the army of Li Shang and Chen Ping was defeated, the Queen of Jingjue got the version that Tianxuan least wanted to see.

It was already late at night, and Tianxuan was not in a hurry to return to the bedroom to fly with the two girls, but stayed alone in the study. On a snow-white wall, there was a map drawn by Tianxuan. Countries of different sizes, like scattered stars, fell on the vast land of the Western Regions.

Tianxuan, wearing a snow-white robe and showing his heroic figure, stood in front of the map with his hands behind his back, and his attention was focused on the two countries in the Western Regions that concerned him the most.

The fearsomeness of Jingjue, whether it was the memory of the previous life or the defeat of Chen Ping and Li Shang, had been proved to him; Loulan, as a country with the same reputation as Jingjue and implicitly the strongest country in the Western Regions, Tianxuan did not dare to underestimate it. His gentle eyes fell on the two places of Jingjue and Loulan marked with Qin Dynasty's small seal script. Tianxuan's expression was solemn, as if he wanted to cross thousands of mountains and rivers to reach that vast and unknown distant place.

Snapped!
Suddenly, someone knocked on the tightly closed door from outside, and the crisp sound woke Tianxuan up.

"Come in!"

Tianxuan withdrew his gaze from the map of the Western Regions, frowned slightly, and shouted to the outside.

"Your Majesty." As Tianxuan spoke, the door was pushed open. A charming face, cold temperament, and Da Siming, who always wore dark red rose clothes and was as prickly as a rose, walked in. Her warm and beautiful eyes fell on Tianxuan, and her tone was polite and distant, "It's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"

"I made some soup, would you like some?"

Following Da Siming's polite and distant words, Shao Siming, who was as elegant as an orchid in a valley, walked out from behind her. Shao Siming's slender hands held a soup bowl, and a faint fragrance emanated from it.

"Chicken soup with mushrooms? Garlic, onion and ginger are used to remove the fishy smell, and the mushrooms absorb the greasiness of the chicken." Tianxuan, who is no longer the same as before, smelled the fragrance that filled the void, and his nose trembled. He revealed the essence of the soup in Shao Siming's hand, "After drinking a bowl of this, it is not only not greasy, but also replenishes qi and nourishes the stomach. Not bad!"

As he spoke, Tianxuan took out bowls and chopsticks from a corner of the study.

Gulu!

Da Shao Siming is the death messenger and soul-chasing messenger of the Yin-Yang family. He has been on missions and killed countless rebels over the years. Because he has been away for many years, Da Siming has developed a good cooking skill. The fragrant, non-greasy soup filled the empty bowl.

“How cool!”

Tianxuan picked up the mushroom chicken soup that Dasiming had prepared for him, took a sip, and suddenly felt relaxed all over. He couldn't help but recite his catchphrase from his previous life.

"How great?" Upon hearing this, Da Siming frowned and looked at Tianxuan in confusion.

Tian Xuan put down the bowl of soup in his hand and explained: "What I mean is, after drinking your bowl of soup, I feel comfortable all over and very comfortable."

"I see." The Great God of Destiny understood. "My Lord, if you like it, I will write down the method and give it to the kitchen."

"Your Majesty?" Tianxuan murmured the title that Da Siming addressed him, with an unhappy look on his brow, "Da Siming, it's not the first day you've known me, why are you so polite? To be honest, I still prefer to hear you call me 'little husband'!" As he spoke, Tianxuan's eyes became hot as he looked at Da Siming, just like a weasel seeing a fat chicken that came to its door, wishing he could swallow it whole, skin and bones, in one gulp.

Swish! When the word "little husband" came into her ears, Da Siming's cheeks flushed, and her eyes moved around. In addition to anger, she was more shy. Even Shao Siming, who had her back to Tianxuan and Da Siming and was drinking soup facing the wall, blushed.

"Now, you have married the two ladies, Yan Fei and Yue Shen." After a while, Da Siming dispelled the shyness on her face, and took the initiative to distance herself from Tian Xuan with her delicate body and the round stool under her seat. "Although you are of a prominent status and an important official guarding the Western Regions for His Majesty, it is impossible for you to take me and Shao Siming into the room."

"So, let's stop using the teasing name 'little husband'!"

At the end of her words, Da Siming's gaze towards Tianxuan became extremely cold, no different from looking at an unrelated stranger. It was as if she wanted to build an ice wall made of black ice between Tianxuan and her, so that they would be clearly separated and have nothing to do with each other from then on.

Facing the Great Siming who clearly wanted to end the relationship with him, Tianxuan knew that if he really followed the Great Siming's words, he would never have the chance to pick this thorny rose again. Therefore, Tianxuan's reaction was very direct. He flashed and came in front of the Great Siming with the superb lightness of the Wind God Leg.

His right hand stretched out like lightning, and the powerful Da Siming had no time to dodge, and she was pulled up from the round stool. A delicate body emitting a light and elegant fragrance fell into an embrace full of fragrance.

Bang!

As Da Siming fell into Tianxuan's arms, the soup bowl in Da Siming's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"What are you doing?" It was not until the strong masculine scent hit his nose and mouth that Da Siming realized what was happening. He struggled in Yu Tianxuan's arms, feeling ashamed and angry.

"Nothing." Tianxuan has entered the Huiyang realm. Even if we don't consider the word quality, the word quantity alone is still above Da Siming. His arms are like a vise, holding Da Siming tightly in his arms. He lowered his head and looked at Da Siming's shy face, "I know that I can't marry you and Shao Siming again."

"But, you and Shao Siming are already my possessions. You want to leave me? No way!"

Hearing Tianxuan say this, Da Siming felt sweet at first, but then endless shame and anger rose from the bottom of his heart. His palms turned into pink fists and beat Tianxuan's chest fiercely.

"Who do you think I am? I am the Fire Minister of the Yin-Yang Clan, Da Siming. You want to keep me as your mistress, aren't you afraid of breaking your teeth?"

"Bad guy, villain, pervert!"

"Let me go, are you going to use force?"

……

Da Siming, filled with shame and anger, took off her strong outer layer in front of her beloved man, and like an ordinary woman, she criticized Tianxuan's wild ideas.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Ji Ji's pink fists, which were powered by profound skills, mercilessly landed on Tian Xuan's chest, like beating a war drum, with continuous muffled sounds.

However, Tianxuan's main practice of innate qi, although it is both internal and external, can be included in the horizontal training kung fu, and Tianxuan, who is gradually improving, has not formed a weak point. This series of pink fists beatings, for Tianxuan, are not painful and do not cause any harm at all.

"Da Siming, give up!" Tianxuan let Da Siming beat him, lowered his head, and leaned close to Da Siming's crystal clear jade ears, "From the day you met me, I decided that I must make you my woman!"

Boo!
At the end of the conversation, looking at the soft earlobe of Da Siming, Tianxuan's mind moved, and he held it in his mouth. As the earlobe was held in Tianxuan's mouth, Da Siming stopped struggling in Tianxuan's arms, as if all the bones in his body were pulled out, and he obediently nestled in the arms of his beloved man.

(End of this chapter)