After thinking about this, no one dared to beg Beichen Ye anymore. They all turned to look at Mu Qianyu pitifully, thinking that this emperor could implement benevolent policies on them, but they really couldn't be sold like this.
"It's useless for you to look at me. It's impossible for me to reveal inside information. The auction will be held early tomorrow morning. I hope you can come early to support me."
Mu Qianyu said with a smile and went upstairs without waiting for anyone present to say anything.
"Emperor..."
"Everyone, please go back." Beichenye said lightly, turned around and followed Mu Qianyu, exactly like a woman following her husband.
When people saw this, they all lamented in their hearts. This emperor has taken control of the future Taoist king. From now on, if the world is not hers, who else can it belong to?
Holy Lord Tianyuan and Holy Lord Wuji looked at each other, and there was more helplessness in their eyes. One couldn't be offended, and the other couldn't be offended because he had a hostage in his hands.
Even if they wanted to resist, they had no choice. At present, if they wanted to bring back their disciples, they could only spend money.
So they privately convened the major immortal sects and reached a consensus that only disciples of their own sect could be auctioned at the auction, and they could never rob disciples of other sects, otherwise they would only benefit Mu Qianyu, a fisherman.
All the immortal sects have agreed to this. After all, they are already miserable enough. If the internal friction continues, there is no telling when the matter will be resolved.
The door of the inn closed again. Mu Qianyu did not go back to his room on the third floor, but went to the fourth floor, which was the top floor.
Before she could knock on the door, the door was already opened. She stepped in and then walked to the room inside with ease. She said to Luo Wuxian who was leaning on the couch, "Everything goes well. Let's go tomorrow."
The auction can be prepared."
"I'll give the order now. Don't worry, everything will be handled as you said." Luo Wuxian naturally heard the voice below. Seeing Mu Qianyu so happy, he was also happy for her.
When Beichen followed up at night, he saw Luo Wuxian leaning on the couch with a casual attitude, smiling softly and endearingly.
And my wife didn’t shy away from it at all. She had a small face with a bright smile and bright eyes. Didn’t she know how exciting she would be?
The two of them were so familiar with each other, so it was obvious that this kind of direct intrusion into the inner room was not happening once or twice.
His heart was filled with sourness, and he even disliked this inn.
"Master Beichen, you came just in time, would you like to play a game of chess with me?" Luo Wuxian sat upright when he saw Beichen Ye walking in, and greeted him openly.
It's rare for him to find an opponent in this world, and he can only win 50-50 with Beichen Ye, so he also wants to play chess with Beichen Ye.
"Today Madam and I reunited after a long absence. We have something to say. Let's play chess another day." Beichenye responded very politely. He reached out to hold Mu Qianyu's hand and said softly: "Madam, it's better not to do it.
Sorry to bother Mr. Luo, let’s go back to the room.”
"Oh, okay." Mu Qianyu nodded without thinking much, then turned to Luo Wuxian and waved goodbye.
Beichen Ye pulled her out and walked slower than when walking alone to accommodate her short legs.
After walking out of Luo Wuxian's room, Mu Qianyu smiled and said, "You are not shy. We have only been separated for less than half a year, so we have reunited after a long separation."
"Madam, I don't think it's long, but I don't want to wait another day." Beichenye walked in front, his voice a little muffled.
Mu Qianyu was about to say that he was actually the same, but before he could say anything, he saw Feng Xiyu jumping up and running up.
"I heard from the waiter that Mr. Luo is here and will accompany you later." Feng Xiyu said hello to Mu Qianyu and knocked on the door.
After a moment, Luo Wuxian's solemn voice came from the room: "Miss Feng, please wait a moment. Please put on a robe underneath."
Hearing this, Beichen Ye's steps became a little faster. He would wear clothes when he saw others, and he would wear a Chinese coat when he saw his wife?
Is this true?
"Have you not seen the enthusiasm of your goddess? Where is your gossip?" Mu Qianyu looked at Beichen Ye's slightly pale face and felt that his family and him had not been infected at all after so long.
Just when Mu Qianyu thought Beichenye would ignore this matter, he suddenly heard him say: "I hope they can grow old together."
"Ah?" Mu Qianyu was stunned when he heard it, "You are too ahead of your time. This is a congratulatory message used when you get married."
"They are suitable and should get married."
"That's true. Mr. Luo looks indifferent, but he is actually funny and free at heart. Living such a rigid life is a bit restrictive to his nature." Mu Qianyu shook his head and was about to say Feng Xiyu.
"Do you think I'm not funny?" Beichenye asked soul torture.
"My husband is indeed an uninteresting person. He is abstinent on the outside but is self-denying and upright in his heart. He is like an old scholar." Mu Qianyu replied with a smile. She didn't know why Bei Chenye asked like this, and he spoke without any scruples.
Then Beichenye's face turned even darker.
"But I don't dislike you. You naturally have your own advantages, such as being serious and cute." Mu Qianyu continued what he just said.
Beichen Ye's complexion improved slightly. Although he did not agree with this evaluation, it was still a compliment to himself.
The two of them had already entered the room while they were talking. Without saying a word, Beichen Ye turned around, held up the back of her head and kissed her lips. This time it was not as gentle as before, but like a storm.
Mu Qianyu rolled his eyes and put his arms on Beichen Ye's shoulders. She naturally missed him after not seeing him for so long.
After the kiss, Beichenye's eyes darkened and his voice was low and hoarse: "Madam, I miss you so much."
"Me too." Mu Qianyu responded with a slight breath, then closed his eyes slightly and leaned into his arms again, planning to continue.
However, Beichenye slightly let go of the hand holding her waist, and his voice was filled with suppressed emotions: "No."
"What?" Mu Qianyu was in a daze, thinking that he had heard wrongly. His man was no longer good? Judging from certain features, there was clearly nothing wrong with him.
Could it be that my uncle is here?
"I'm not in a good mood, I'm afraid... I'll hurt you..."
Beichen Ye was jealous and felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't want to bring this negative emotion to Mu Qianyu.
She obviously did nothing wrong, this is unfair to her.
"Then let's talk about why we're in a bad mood while taking off our clothes, okay?" Mu Qianyu laughed and pushed him down, threw him into his arms and bit his ears.
Beichen felt his throat tightening at night. His wife had always cared about killing and not burying him, but this time it happened again.
"Relax, I won't hurt you." Mu Qianyu stretched out his hand and poked his Adam's apple, coaxing softly: "What unhappy thing has happened to me and it didn't get better after seeing me?"