Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows, “Uncle Ji, what’s wrong?”
After a brief pause, he heard Ji Liang ask coldly, “You couldn’t beat that little girl?”
Song Jinglan froze for a moment before realising what he meant. From then on, he smiled helplessly, “Uncle Ji, I have to let her win.”
Ji Liang said in a cold voice, “How can you implement the idea of ‘letting someone win’ while practising martial arts?”
Song Jinglan said leisurely, “Uncle Ji, do you understand the love between husband and wife?”
The expressionless Ji Liang answered, “I don’t.”
Throughout his entire life, he only cared about his sword.
Song Jinglan then laughed and dismissed the topic. The two continued chatting in the hall, but after a while, Ji Liang suddenly said in a serious tone,”Someone has entered.”
Song Jinglan smiled and said, “It’s okay, it’s Lu Er.”
At present, she was the only one who could freely enter the Lin An Palace.
Ji Liang showed the slightest bit of apprehension and doubt in his expression again.
Lin Feilu stepped into the palace gates and felt a strange sensation when she walked through the long corridor and noticed no guards on duty. She didn’t understand what was going on until she walked around the jade divider and saw Ji Liang sitting on the mat. She pursed her lips, both slightly surprised and happy, “Uncle Ji, when did you arrive?”
Ji Liang didn’t even lift his eyes to greet her as he replied coldly, “Just now.”
The girl had long been used to his no-nonsense attitude, so she ran over with a smile, “Uncle Ji, long time no see, I missed you a lot.”
Ji Liang finally reacted as he raised his head and cast a puzzled look at her.
Do we know each other that well?
Lin Feilu pretended not to understand his questioning eyes as she still bore that sweet and well-behaved expression, “Since you are here, you should stay a little longer,” She was also carrying a snack box in her hand, which was originally meant for Song Jinglan. The Empress opened the lid and took out the dessert inside, handing it to him, “Uncle Ji, this is the soft bean cake I made— try it.”
Since the bowl of snacks was already in front of him, Ji Liang received it awkwardly no matter how much he didn’t want to.
In fact, he wanted to put it aside, but Lin Feilu sat down across from him. She looked at him expectantly with large doe eyes that blinked in anticipation, which made him unable to refuse her. Therefore, he finished the entire bowl of bean cakes without saying anything else.
She smiled even wider, tilted her head, and asked, “Uncle Ji, is it delicious?”
Ji Liang gave a nonchalant hum of approval.
It almost seemed like she had received a great compliment from this perfunctory response. Lin Feilu’s eyes sparkled as she said, “Then I will make it for Uncle Ji every day from now on!”
Ji Liang wandered the martial world all his life, and although he was close to Song Jinglan, he was not that close with him. His life in the martial world was less worth mentioning— since his cold sword aura was capable of frightening anyone within a certain vicinity, he had never experienced this sort of warmth.
Immediately, he felt a bit uncomfortable all over his body.
Song Jinglan asked from the side, “Where’s mine?”
Lin Feilu turned his head to look at him before she glanced at the bowl of soft bean cake left in the snack box. She sighed a little before she said aggrievedly, “Then I’ll give you mine.”
Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows, “Uncle Ji, what’s wrong?”
After a brief pause, he heard Ji Liang ask coldly, “You couldn’t beat that little girl?”
Song Jinglan froze for a moment before realising what he meant. From then on, he smiled helplessly, “Uncle Ji, I have to let her win.”
Ji Liang said in a cold voice, “How can you implement the idea of ‘letting someone win’ while practising martial arts?”
Song Jinglan said leisurely, “Uncle Ji, do you understand the love between husband and wife?”
The expressionless Ji Liang answered, “I don’t.”
Throughout his entire life, he only cared about his sword.
Song Jinglan then laughed and dismissed the topic. The two continued chatting in the hall, but after a while, Ji Liang suddenly said in a serious tone,”Someone has entered.”
Song Jinglan smiled and said, “It’s okay, it’s Lu Er.”
At present, she was the only one who could freely enter the Lin An Palace.
Ji Liang showed the slightest bit of apprehension and doubt in his expression again.
Lin Feilu stepped into the palace gates and felt a strange sensation when she walked through the long corridor and noticed no guards on duty. She didn’t understand what was going on until she walked around the jade divider and saw Ji Liang sitting on the mat. She pursed her lips, both slightly surprised and happy, “Uncle Ji, when did you arrive?”
Ji Liang didn’t even lift his eyes to greet her as he replied coldly, “Just now.”
The girl had long been used to his no-nonsense attitude, so she ran over with a smile, “Uncle Ji, long time no see, I missed you a lot.”
Ji Liang finally reacted as he raised his head and cast a puzzled look at her.
Do we know each other that well?
Lin Feilu pretended not to understand his questioning eyes as she still bore that sweet and well-behaved expression, “Since you are here, you should stay a little longer,” She was also carrying a snack box in her hand, which was originally meant for Song Jinglan. The Empress opened the lid and took out the dessert inside, handing it to him, “Uncle Ji, this is the soft bean cake I made— try it.”
Since the bowl of snacks was already in front of him, Ji Liang received it awkwardly no matter how much he didn’t want to.
In fact, he wanted to put it aside, but Lin Feilu sat down across from him. She looked at him expectantly with large doe eyes that blinked in anticipation, which made him unable to refuse her. Therefore, he finished the entire bowl of bean cakes without saying anything else.
She smiled even wider, tilted her head, and asked, “Uncle Ji, is it delicious?”
Ji Liang gave a nonchalant hum of approval.
It almost seemed like she had received a great compliment from this perfunctory response. Lin Feilu’s eyes sparkled as she said, “Then I will make it for Uncle Ji every day from now on!”
Ji Liang wandered the martial world all his life, and although he was close to Song Jinglan, he was not that close with him. His life in the martial world was less worth mentioning— since his cold sword aura was capable of frightening anyone within a certain vicinity, he had never experienced this sort of warmth.
Immediately, he felt a bit uncomfortable all over his body.
Song Jinglan asked from the side, “Where’s mine?”
Lin Feilu turned his head to look at him before she glanced at the bowl of soft bean cake left in the snack box. She sighed a little before she said aggrievedly, “Then I’ll give you mine.”
