usatvline Chapter 402 Husband, what do you think of my master?
Chapter 402 Husband, what do you think of my master?
Breakfast was served in the main hall.
When Lin Chen sat down, the girls were already there.
Lan Fenghuang sat to his left, holding a bowl of porridge and sipping it slowly, without even lifting her eyelids, as if she hadn't woken up yet.
Yao Yao sat to his right, holding a steamed bun with her chopsticks. She took a bite, chewed it a couple of times, but her eyes were darting around.
He kept glancing at Lin Chen and then at Shan Lingkongya, like a probe.
Liu Shengxue sat opposite him, expressionless, and served food to Liu Sheng Piaopiao.
Liu Sheng Piaopiao kept her head down, eating in small bites, occasionally glancing up at Lin Chen before quickly lowering her head again, her ears tips turning red.
A-Yue sat next to Yao-Yao, with three plates of snacks in front of her. She ate with great focus, seemingly oblivious to everything around her.
Da Shuang and Xiao Shuang sat at the end of the table, eating quietly. They would occasionally glance at each other with smiles on their lips, seemingly exchanging something.
Yamarei Sora sat next to Yagyu Yuki, wearing a light purple dress, her hair in a simple bun, and light makeup on her face.
She drank her porridge with her head down, her movements very gentle; the spoon didn't even make a sound when it touched the rim of the bowl.
But her ears were red, so red they looked like they could bleed.
She hadn't fully processed what happened last night; Lin Chen's image was still stuck in her mind, and she couldn't shake it off.
Yao Yao swallowed the bun, leaned close to Lin Chen's ear, and whispered:
"Husband, Aunt Shanling looks so beautiful today."
Lin Chen reached out and flicked her forehead with a light but firm touch, making a "smack" sound: "Eat your food."
Yao Yao covered her forehead, pouted, and shrank back in a huff.
But she didn't stay quiet for long before coming closer again, this time speaking even softer, so soft that only Lin Chen could hear her.
"My lord, what do you think of my master?"
Lin Chen paused for a moment while holding the bowl of porridge.
Yao Yao blinked and continued speaking quickly, as if afraid of being interrupted:
"Although my master is a bit old, she is beautiful, has a good figure, knows how to dress, and knows how to serve people."
Moreover, she has a very good impression of you, often mentioning you in her letters, saying you are young and promising, and that you are the most charming man she has ever met.
Lin Chen put down his bowl of porridge and looked at Yao Yao: "What exactly are you trying to say?"
Yao Yao chuckled, her eyes curving into crescent moons:
"What I'm trying to say is that if my husband prefers older women, my master would be a perfect fit."
Over three hundred years old, isn't that old enough? Besides, she's only ever shared a bed with one man. Our Joyful Union Sect's cultivation methods don't require that, you know."
Lin Chen almost choked on the porridge.
He genuinely didn't know that.
He had always assumed that the women of the Hehuan Sect, especially those of the caliber of Mei Jiu Niang, were seasoned veterans of countless romantic encounters.
did not expect……
Seeing Lin Chen's strong reaction, Yao Yao became even more excited, lowering her voice and leaning closer, almost pressing her entire body against the table:
"My husband, you don't know, although my master has lived for more than three hundred years, his reputation is not good."
But apart from that man, she had never been intimate with any other man. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but that her master didn't approve.
She paused, then looked at Lin Chen meaningfully, her eyes sparkling like a little fox that had spotted its prey:
"I think your master has those kinds of feelings for you, really, I know her."
Lin Chen looked at her expressionlessly.
Yao Yao felt uneasy under Lin Chen's gaze, shrank back, and muttered under her breath:
"I was just saying... If you don't want to hear it, that's fine too..."
Lin Chen picked up the bowl of porridge and continued drinking it.
But the image of Mei Jiu Niang involuntarily surfaced in my mind.
Lin Chen had to admit that Mei Jiu Niang was the most feminine woman he had ever met, without exception.
Although the wives in the family are all exceptionally beautiful and each has their own unique charm, they still adhere to certain "rules".
Although Yao Yao had inherited Mei Jiu Niang's true skills, she already possessed a certain flair in her every move.
But he's still young, and hasn't experienced the trials of life. That kind of charm comes from within, not from something he's learned.
Shan Lingkongya has a bit of that kind of feeling, but she's too soft, like a pool of water that can be molded however you want, and occasionally she can't keep up with Lin Chen's rhythm.
But Mei Jiu Niang is different.
Mei Jiu Niang possesses a femininity that emanates from her very being, and it's powerful and multifaceted.
She is like a jar of aged wine, fragrant to smell, strong to drink, with a powerful aftertaste, and leaving a lingering aftertaste.
Lin Chen shook his head, trying to shake off these random thoughts.
Yao Yao couldn't help but ramble on again, her mouth stuffed with steamed buns, her words muffled and unclear:
"Husband, if you want to see my master, we can go to Zhongzhou to see her after my sisters give birth."
In her last letter, she said that many new varieties had been added to her backyard, and she was waiting for you to pick them…”
Lin Chen reached out and flicked her forehead again, this time with more force: "Eat your food."
Yao Yao covered her forehead, cried out "Ouch!" and finally behaved herself.
Watching from the side, A-Yue whispered, "Sister Yao Yao, your forehead is all red."
Yao Yao glared at her: "Shut up and eat your snacks."
A-Yue shrank her neck, picked up another pastry, stuffed it into her mouth, and stopped talking.
After breakfast, Lin Chen changed into a pair of athletic clothes and stretched his muscles in the yard.
He was dressed in a black outfit, with the cuffs tightly bound, a black belt around his waist, and black boots on his feet.
He looked much more energetic and less lazy than usual.
Zhao Zilong was already waiting at the door, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, carrying a long spear in his hand, the tip of which gleamed coldly in the sunlight, looking spirited.
He stood at the doorway, his back ramrod straight, like a gun stuck in the ground.
Lan Fenghuang came out of the house, walked up to Lin Chen, straightened his collar, and said softly:
Be careful.
Lin Chen smiled and said, "Don't worry, nothing that can hurt me has been created yet."
Lan Fenghuang glared at him, said nothing, and stepped aside.
Yao Yao ran over and tugged at Lin Chen's sleeve:
"Husband, come back soon. I'll make you a nourishing soup, a secret recipe from the Hehuan Sect."
Lin Chen raised an eyebrow: "You made this? Is it drinkable?"
Yao Yao put her hands on her hips, puffing out her cheeks indignantly: "Why can't I drink? You have to trust that our Hehuan Sect is the professional in this regard."
"Okay, I'll be waiting!" Lin Chen smiled, tapped his toes, and took to the air.
Zhao Zilong also took to the air, and the two flew side by side towards the outside of the city.
The Eight Vajra Warriors didn't come along. Going to that kind of place with too many people is useless; it's not like they're just sending themselves to their deaths.
The Thirteen Riders of Yanyun and the Three Hundred Great Snow Dragon Riders did not follow.
They stayed in the northern city to protect the girls.
Lin Chen and Zhao Zilong's figures grew smaller and smaller until they finally disappeared on the horizon.
Yao Yao stood in the courtyard, looking up at the sky until she could see nothing anymore, then she lowered her head.
"Let's go back," said Blue Phoenix.
The girls turned and walked back.
Shan Lingkongya walked at the very back. After a few steps, she suddenly turned around and looked at the sky.
The sky was blue, the clouds were white, and there was nothing else.
She lowered her head, a slight smile playing on her lips, and followed the other women inside.