The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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After the two of them entered, Cheng Dieyi felt that the shock she received was even greater. The two people were in front, and the servants along the way respectfully bowed and saw them off. They were behind, and the servants just greeted them lightly and let them pass. Cheng Dieyi felt their contempt in their hearts, and the handkerchief in her hand was about to tear.

Xiji originally thought that this small courtyard by the forest would be much more dilapidated than the palace. However, he did not expect that, in addition to being much smaller than the palace and with simpler decorations, it had everything that was needed.

After entering the house, Xiji even saw the charcoal basin that had been prepared long ago, as well as something that was obviously a kang. The moment he saw these things, Xiji's eyes lit up, and he turned his head to look at Ye Wang who was slowly untying his cloak and said: My lord, why are there these things here?

The Night King took the hot soup brought by the servant and took a sip, then handed him Xiji's bowl. Seeing that he was not very willing but still drank it in small sips, he slowly said: It's cold in the mountains, we will be staying here for several days, so we naturally need to live comfortably.

After hearing what the Night King said, Xiji finished the last sip with a bitter face, but still nodded in agreement. He said, "That's true. So when are we going hunting? Shall we go after we've packed up?"

The Night King listened to Xiji's question but did not answer immediately. Instead, he moved closer to him, stretched out his hand, touched his face, and gently wiped away the residue on his lips with the tip of his thumb.

Originally, Xiji was a little confused by the Night King's actions, but when he saw him taking a towel and wiping off the obvious residue on his hand, his face immediately turned red. Why didn't he notice that there was still something in his mouth when he was drinking the soup just now?

The Night King looked at the annoyed Xiji, and before he could open his mouth to laugh, he saw the manager of the courtyard coming over.

Upon hearing this, the Night King first asked what the matter was, then looked at Xiji again and said to him: I have some things to deal with now and will be back before dinner.

Xiji nodded after hearing this, and then watched the Night King stride away.

Shortly after the Night King left, Xiji looked at the decently decorated room and asked rather boredly: How long is it until dinner now?

Hearing Xiji's question, Luyin beside him quickly looked at the sky outside, thought for a moment, and answered cautiously: "Sir, it's still early. It's only noon when we get here, and there's still a lot of time before dinner."

After saying that, she looked at Xiji again, and seeing that he looked troubled, she thought that he was in a bad mood because of the departure of the Night King. Knowing that her son was thin-skinned, she did not say much, but just smiled gently.

Xiji looked at Luyin who was giggling there, and had no idea what she was thinking about. He just thought she was amusing herself and didn't ask any more questions.

Not long after, a young man dressed like a servant came in carefully carrying dishes.

When the food was served, Xiji suddenly stopped the boy who was serving the food. Looking at the trembling boy, Xiji tried to make his tone gentler, and asked with a smile: Is this a specialty of your place?

The young man originally thought that the handsome young man called him because he had done something inappropriate in the middle of serving the dishes, but he didn't expect that he was asking this. He immediately went in the direction the young man pointed, looked at the mushrooms and side dishes inside, and then nodded hurriedly, "Yes, young man, this is something we only have here. Because the production is small and it is hard to find, it is extremely rare."