They hugged each other tenderly. After observing Mu Qingxiao's expression, Yang Chan said gently, "Mu Qingxiao, you must be hungry. I'll prepare some pastries for you."
"Go ahead."
"Okay."
After covering him with the blanket, Yang Chan walked out of the bamboo house with graceful steps.
After Yang Chan left, Mu Qingxiao's previous gentleness was replaced by coldness in his eyes. He recalled the white light from before. The intruder was at least a Golden Immortal.
A Golden Immortal was a Bodhisattva in Buddhism. In the Heavenly Court, he was a famous general. He was on the same level as the Third Holy Mother's brother, the Law Enforcement Deity Yang Jian.
However, such an existence had schemed against the Third Holy Mother. Either he had a grudge against Yang Jian, or he had other motives.
However, the latter had chosen the wrong time. Fortunately, he had met Liu Yanchang in Huayin City that day. Liu Yanchang's excessive drinking had caused him to fall into a drunken stupor. In the end, he was two days late.
If he had come a few days later, Yang Chan would have ended up as Liu Yanchang's concubine, just like in the original work.
Not long after, the Third Holy Mother came in with a plate of pastries. Seeing Mu Qingxiao in deep thought, she couldn't help but ask, "Mu Qingxiao, what are you thinking about?"
After regaining his senses, Mu Qingxiao smiled gently and said, "I'm thinking about how lucky I am to be able to marry a wife like Chan 'er."
"What a glib tongue."
She rolled her eyes at him coquettishly. Although she said so, Yang Chan felt very sweet in her heart.
She sat on the edge of the bed with the pastries. She ran her fingers through her hair and picked up the pastries to feed him. Her beautiful eyes were as tender as water.
The two of them were inseparable. Besides the last step, they had done everything else. Yang Chan had long regarded Mu Qingxiao as her husband. Naturally, she would take good care of him.
At the same time, in the kitchen next to the exquisite bamboo house, a young man in a green robe was lying on a haystack.
The young man was Liu Yanchang.
At this time, Zhao Xia had already dried Liu Yanchang's wet clothes with immortal magic and lit a match to boil the medicinal soup.
Zhao Xia glanced at Liu Yanchang. There was a strange look in his eyes, and his mind was fuzzy.
He couldn't understand why he had said those words at that time. He obviously hated this young man to death, so why did he bring him back?
Zhao Xia tossed his complicated emotions to the back of his mind and felt a bit helpless. The Third Saintess was clearly unhappy just now; otherwise, she would not have asked him to take care of this young man.
Casually boiling a bowl of medicinal soup, Zhao Xia looked at the unconscious Liu Yanchang and channeled his magic power to guide the medicinal soup into his mouth.
After feeding the medicine to Liu Yanchang, Zhao Xia muttered a few words and turned to walk out of the kitchen.
After leaving the kitchen, Zhao Xia heard the sweet laughter of the Third Holy Mother in the small bamboo building. He consciously did not disturb the two of them. He turned around and turned into a beam of light, entering the Xiyue Temple.
As time passed, the sun set in the west, and the sky was filled with multicolored light.
Not long after, candles were lit in the bamboo house. Mu Qingxiao hugged Yang Chan, and the two of them looked at the full moon in the sky. The atmosphere was very warm.
As for Zhao Xia, he sat in front of the wooden table like a huge light bulb. Seeing the two of them holding hands, one could imagine the helplessness in his heart.
The Third Saintess clearly knew that being with a mortal was violating the laws of heaven, but she still insisted. Moreover, her smile was much brighter than before. Was she really that happy?
At the edge of the bed, neither Mu Qingxiao nor the Third Saintess paid attention to the little servant girl in the bamboo house.
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In the early morning of the next day, the sun rose from the east. Warm sunlight poured down and entered the exquisite small bamboo house through the cracks in the window.
On the bed, Mu Qingxiao held the beauty in his arms, his starry eyes full of tenderness.
Last night, the two of them slept together. However, he didn't do anything to Yang Chan. After all, there was a little servant girl sitting on the stool.
Glancing at Zhao Xia, Mu Qingxiao's mouth twitched. There was something wrong with this girl's brain. She didn't know how to avoid such a situation. She must have been spoiled by Yang Chan in the past.
"Ahem …"
Suddenly, two coughs were heard. Mu Qingxiao asked curiously, "Zhao Xia, is there someone else here?"
Hearing this, Zhao Xia's eyes flashed with disgust. He said, "It's a lecher I picked up yesterday. I'll send him away now so that he won't affect Miss's mood."
As soon as Zhao Xia left, Yang Chan, who was in Mu Qingxiao's arms, opened her eyes. Realizing that she was lying in his arms, a blush appeared on her beautiful face.
However, for some reason, she slept exceptionally well last night.
"Mu Qingxiao, are you feeling better?"
"I'm feeling better. Let's go out for a walk."
With that, Mu Qingxiao was about to get off the bed. Yang Chan hurriedly got up and gently supported him.
When they arrived outside the bamboo house, they happened to see Zhao Xia arguing with a young man in a green scholar's robe at the kitchen door.
"You lecher, my Miss doesn't have time to see you. She doesn't need you to repay her kindness. Hurry up and leave."
"Did Liu Yanchang offend Miss? Why are you insulting me like this?"
Liu Yanchang was dumbfounded. He had just woken up and found himself sleeping in the kitchen. Before he could take a few steps, the girl in front of him aggressively rushed in to chase him away.
Suddenly, Liu Yanchang raised his head slightly and saw Mu Qingxiao and Yang Chan walking out of the bamboo house.
However, the moment he saw Yang Chan, Liu Yanchang's heart beat like a drum. He was instantly attracted by her beautiful appearance and dignified and virtuous temperament.
Moreover, the girl in front of him was actually eighty percent similar to the Third Holy Mother in the Xiyue Temple. This made him think.
However, when he saw Mu Qingxiao beside Yang Chan, Liu Yanchang was stunned and exclaimed, "Brother Mu?"
"Brother Liu?"
Hearing this, Mu Qingxiao raised his head slightly and revealed a look of surprise.
Seeing that he recognized the right person, Liu Yanchang leaped over Zhao Xia and came to Mu Qingxiao's side. He secretly sized up Yang Chan and a ripple appeared in his heart. He said, "The two of us are really fated. Brother Mu, why are you here?"
"I was going to the Xiyue Temple to ask for a lot. Who knew that when I left, there would be a rainstorm. My body is weak and I fainted in the wilderness. Fortunately, Chan 'er saved me. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable."
"Do you know each other, Mu Qingxiao?"
Seeing Liu Yanchang acting as if they were close, Yang Chan frowned slightly and felt a little displeased.
If possible, she really didn't want to see this young man in front of her.
This Liu Yanchang had a good appearance. If they had met before, perhaps Yang Chan would have a good impression of him.
However, she and Mu Qingxiao had known each other for three days, and they were very close to each other. They were very sweet.
After sizing up Liu Yanchang, Yang Chan withdrew her gaze.
The young man in front of her was far inferior to her husband. Moreover, he was uneducated and a lecher. The two of them were completely incomparable. How could she be interested in him?
Hearing how Mu Qingxiao addressed Yang Chan intimately and how the latter gently supported him, Liu Yanchang's heart immediately surged with jealousy.
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