noffsinger Chapter 273 Read to the King
Chapter 273 Read to the King
He pointed at the books expressionlessly and said word by word: "Read them to me."
Mu Wanyan: “…”
"Master, did I hear you correctly? Do you want me to read it?"
Di Xiuyan raised his eyebrows and asked half-threateningly and half-teasingly: "Why, you don't want to?"
"No, no, how dare I go against my master's wishes." Mu Wanyan flattered: "I think with your cultivation level, you must be able to read."
Di Xiuyan: "So?"
Mu Wanyan: "So, why don't you read it yourself? Such an interesting booklet can only be appreciated if you read it yourself."
I pinched his shoulders like a dog, "Master, do you think what I said makes sense?"
Di Xiuyan took her troublesome little hand off her shoulder and smiled, "I read it myself, it's not as meaningful as Yanyan's."
He pinched his brows and pointed at the dim candlelight, "I don't like reading at night, I'm afraid it will hurt my eyes."
Mu Wanyan murmured softly: "Okay, okay, my eyes are not eyes."
But Random's expression immediately changed, revealing a flattering smile, "Okay, Master, listen carefully, I will read it to you."
"Wait." Di Xiuyan suddenly interrupted her, walked to the candle, trimmed the wick, and turned up the flame.
"Master is so kind to me, thank you." Mu Wanyan gave enough emotional value and immediately flattered Di Xiuyan.
"You're welcome. I just suddenly remembered that your voice is quite pleasant."
"Oh my god, Master, you are worried about my throat and won't let me read anymore?"
Di Xiuyan: "You sing."
“Pfft——” Perhaps because Mu Wanyan was already so into her role, she couldn’t help but widen her eyes when she heard his words.
"Di Xiuyan, what did you say? Do you dare to say it again?"
Mu Wanyan raised her voice. Because the information she received was too shocking, she suddenly forgot that she was still in the dream of soul separation, and her attitude became arrogant.
Di Xiuyan stared at her in a daze for a moment, wondering why he didn't dislike her current attitude at all. On the contrary, he thought Mu Wanyan was particularly cute.
He looked at her rosy little face, lifted her up and leaned her against his chest, saying word by word: "Sing for me."
Mu Wanyan: “!!!”
immediately.
“Hahahahahahaha.” Mu Wanyan couldn’t hold back any longer and laughed out loud, tilting her jade-white neck towards the sky.
She remembered when she was married to Pei Mochen's palace, in the bridal chamber, two heavily made-up maids sang to her the techniques of the wedding night with lyrics.
Could it be that when the royal sons like Di Xiuyan learned these knowledge after the coming-of-age ceremony, their teachers also sang?
So that's why Di Xiuyan likes to listen to it in the form of singing?
Then I looked down at the contents of the storybooks. Wow, aren’t they exactly the same as the lyrics sung by those Nannies?
“Hahahahahahaha.” Mu Wanyan couldn’t stop laughing. She held up Di Xiuyan’s handsome face and shook it hard.
"Di Xiuyan, wait a moment, let me smile again before singing."
Di Xiuyan wanted to say that it was bold, but seeing Mu Wanyan laughing so hard that her cramps came out, he couldn't help but be infected by her.
The corners of his mouth curved up. If it weren't for his powerful cultivation, he was afraid that he would have almost broken through his defense and been led into trouble by Mu Wanyan.
“Ahem.” Di Xiuyan cleared his throat. “Mu Wanyan, be careful.”
Mu Wanyan came back to her senses and realized that she was still in the dreamland of separation from the soul.
Di Xiuyan’s current identity is the Great Demon King, and she is the cauldron sacrificed by others.
Oh, I really can’t help it.
She quickly jumped up from his legs and knelt on the bed exaggeratedly. "Master, Master, don't worry, I will sing."
She picked up the booklet, read the contents, cleared her throat, and prepared to sing.
"Ahem, Master, please listen carefully."
“Bridal chamber… wedding candles… night… hahahahahaha.” Mu Wanyan almost made a goose-like sound when she started singing the first sentence.
"Hahahaha, Di Xiuyan, bear with it for a while. I'll slow down and continue singing."
Mu Wanyan wiped away the tears from her laughter and did a lot of psychological preparation before she continued with a very strange melody that sounded like someone else’s funeral melody: “Bridal chamber, flower candles, night after night…hahahahahahaha.”
"No, I'm going to die, I can't hold it in anymore, hahahaha, Di Xiuyan, help, save my life." Mu Wanyan laughed until she was twitching. This mournful tune, coupled with these lyrics, made her think of the most painful things in her previous life several times, and she couldn't help laughing so hard that she fell backwards. In the end, she could only lie on Di Xiuyan's back to rest.
Di Xiuyan turned his face away to hold back his laughter, and where Mu Wanyan couldn't see, he grinned with his white teeth. He asked her to sing to liven up the atmosphere, but why did she automatically add a mournful melody?
He felt that his image as a great demon king and his aloof personality throughout his life were all ruined today by this small furnace.
"Stop singing and read it."
Letting her go is also letting yourself go.
If she tried to make him laugh again, Di Xiuyan was afraid that he would laugh so hard today that even the evil cultivator would lose interest.
Without waiting for the little girl to calm down, he held her in front of him with one hand, and then with a little more force, Mu Wanyan felt herself float into the air and sit on Di Xiuyan's long legs again.
Still in the straddle position.
She didn't know why he liked to hug her in this position so much. It was embarrassing, okay?
Di Xiuyan: "Read it to me."
"This king is going to practice, recite quickly."
As soon as he put his arms around Mu Wanyan's soft waist, Di Xiuyan instantly got into the mood.
He looked at her with burning eyes, his dominance undisguised.
Mu Wanyan was as obedient as a kitten. She nodded obediently, "Yes, Master, please listen carefully."
“/////%%%*****/////$$$… It’s too embarrassing. I can’t read on.”
Di Xiuyan's eyes darkened and darkened, his lips soon lingered on her small earlobe, and he said softly: "Don't stop, keep reading."
Mu Wanyan: "Master, you can kill me directly."
Di Xiuyan smiled softly and bit the cute earlobe, "Be good and read it again."
Mu Wanyan: “/////%%%*****/////$$$”
“/////%%%*****/////$$$”
"Chatter, chatter, chatter..."
Di Xiuyan was satisfied, kissed her chin, and murmured, "Be good, I will listen to you again."
Mu Wanyan: “…”
She sighed to the sky, sorted out her emotions, and continued:
“/////%%%*****/////$$$, do this, do that, do this, do that, and then the master’s life will reach its peak.” Does it sound good? Does it sound good?
She finished one book, rolled her eyes, and took out another one to read again.
Mu Wanyan sometimes felt that when Di Xiuyan became abnormal, he was quite similar to Pei Yuxiao, the yandere. No wonder Pei Yuxiao admired Di Xiuyan.
As for Di Xiuyan, he had long lost interest in listening to what Mu Wanyan said. His extremely handsome eyes were fixed on Mu Wanyan's stunningly beautiful face.
Her skin is as white as cream, her face is rosy, and her figure is as proud as snow.
Di Xiuyan's deep eyes suddenly darkened, and he stretched out his big hand towards his small furnace, "Be good, stop reciting."
Mu Wanyan: "Hmm?"
Emperor Xiuyan: "It's time for this king to practice."
Mu Wanyan: “…”
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A long time passed, and it felt longer than any other time of practice.
Mu Wanyan lay on the quilt, wiping her tears and pounding her waist while crying.
Even though he was exhausted, he still didn't forget his mission.
She wiped the tears from her eyes and pulled a bright smile from the corners of her mouth, "Master, I see you are always smiling. Are you feeling better?"
"Master, can you fulfill my wish?"