There are always fairies plotting against me

Mu Qingyue put the grapes into her mouth: "Maybe it's because Junior Brother didn't pay attention."

Zhu Nanzhi narrowed her eyes slightly, smiled nonchalantly, and then pretended to sigh, "Senior Pei is very happy that you two are together, right?"

Hearing this voice, Xiao Yinruo's eyebrows twitched slightly. After glancing at his disciple calmly, he sighed in his heart.

"Yeah." Mu Qingyue nodded.

“They say that it’s the parents’ orders and the matchmaker’s words—————” Zhu Nanzhi smiled slightly: “But I think feelings must be controlled by oneself.

Otherwise, you’ll just feel stressed, right?”

Hearing this, Mu Qingyue pursed her lips, as if thinking about something.

There has been no progress with my junior brother over the years. Is it because my mother has been hinting that he should cultivate more feelings with me?

Junior brother is a rare talent, and has always had his own opinions. Mother is his master, but she interferes with his emotions, so Junior brother feels this is a kind of pressure. Therefore, when he is with me, he spends most of his time practicing swordsmanship and rarely chats about other things.

Mu Qingyue crossed her hands lightly, thinking of the night she and her junior brother were in Jing'an City, when her junior brother also said something like "live your own way".

Then, I took the initiative for the first time, and my junior brother also took the initiative towards me a lot afterwards.

Mu Qingyue suddenly understood.

Yes, without my mother's intentional or unintentional interference, the relationship between me and my junior brother has indeed made great progress.

Nanzhi is right about this.

At this moment, looking at Mu Qingyue who was thinking silently, Zhu Nanzhi chuckled: "I have pressure too."

"Hmm?" Mu Qingyue turned her head and looked at Zhu Nanzhi: "What do you mean?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Xiao Yinruo on the other side.

Zhu Nanzhi waved her hand quickly, "Master has been very kind to me. Don't overthink it. Given the environment we live in and the personalities of the elders around us, there won't be any small sects where elders force their juniors to marry and then sell their disciples for some kind of profit."

As she spoke, she turned around and smiled sweetly at Xiao Yinruo: "Right, Master?"

Xiao Yinruo snorted lightly. Nanzhi liked Lu Jinan, so she came here and talked to Wanyu about the three betrothal gifts and six gifts -... Nanzhi liked him, so she fulfilled her wish.

Force Nazhi?

How could I bear to do that?

The vast majority of people will not turn against their disciples whom they have raised just for a little benefit.

"If someone really threatens Qingmiao Palace one day, send Nanzhi to Wandao Sect."

Xiao Yinruo reached out and rubbed Nanzhi's head: "You knew to come back at the beginning."

"You are my master." Zhu Nanzhi said obediently.

Xiao Yinruo smiled, but when she withdrew her hand, she felt a little worried again.

Why does my best friend also like that guy?

Suoyu can help Qingyue, and can even help by joining the game herself.

What about yourself?

How can I help my good disciple with all my strength?

Zhu Nanzhi was unaware of his master's sorrow. He simply turned back to Mu Qingyue and said, "My pressure comes from Senior Sister Mu, because you also like Senior Brother Jin'an."

"But this kind of pressure isn't bad. It makes me realize how much I like my husband, Jin An."

She leaned forward slightly: "Senior Sister Mu, don't you agree?"

Mu Qingyue "looked" at Zhu Nanzhi, and suddenly an epiphany arose in her heart.

I should treat my 'mother' as my competitor and tell her that clearly!

"I understand." Mu Qingyue straightened her back: "You are right, I really have to rely on myself."

She smiled at Zhu Nanzhi and said, "I know how to tell my mother."

Zhu Nanzhi nodded with satisfaction. This was exactly the reaction he wanted from Mu Qingyue.

In this way, Senior Pei will not be able to force the relationship between my husband and Mu Qingyue.

Without this kind of coercion, my husband would feel less pressure, and I and my husband would be familiar with each other's every detail.

I still don't believe that my husband won't be on my side, hum hum~

“I’m so smart~

Zhu Nanzhi thought proudly in his heart, looked at Mu Qingyue and continued: "Senior Pei will definitely support you."

Mu Qingyue thought that her mother would definitely support her, after all, she also liked her junior brother.

My mother must be happy that she is being intimate with my junior brother without considering herself, right?

Thinking about it, Mu Qingyue turned her head to look, and saw the invited guests coming in, and then the high-level officials and direct disciples of Wandao Sect who were receiving guests outside walked into the main gate of Taiyi Hall.

Mu Qingyue raised her hand and waved to Lu Jinan. Lu Jinan was about to say something to the fellow students around him.

His fellow disciples were already impatiently urging him to hurry over.

Lu Jinan smiled helplessly and walked towards Mu Qingyue and Zhu Nanzhi.

Zhu Nanzhi only then remembered that she had not let Mu Qingyue sit on the other side so that her husband could sit in the middle.

So she quickly turned her head to look at Mu Qingyue, who also turned her head to "look" at her at this moment, with a smile on her face, and said simply: "Competition."

Zhu Nanzhi felt a little helpless. Did he say too much just now?

As she thought about it, she tilted her body and looked to the other side of Mu Qingyue, where sat a junior sister from Qingmiao Palace.

Zhu Nanzhi's eyes lit up, and she quickly waved: "Junior Sister Rong Qing—"

Just as he started to speak, a voice suddenly rang out, making Zhu Nanzhi's expression change one by one-

"Jin'an, sit beside your master."

Not only Zhu Nanzhi, but also Mu Qingyue and Xiao Yinruo had the same expression.

"What does mother mean?"

Mu Qingyue raised her eyebrows slightly. Except for the Qingmiao Palace, none of the direct disciples from other sects sat next to their master's elders.

What does Wanyu mean?

Xiao Yinruo looked at her elegant friend and couldn't help but think of the scene this morning when her friend hugged Lu Jinan naked.

Is it really necessary to bring your disciple along in such an occasion? Don't you understand the principle of giving young people some space?

Is Senior Pei worried that Senior Sister Mu can't compete with me, so he simply doesn't let my husband sit here?

Zhu Nanzhi bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth. Senior Pei really likes to help her daughter, right?

She suddenly felt "powerless" in her heart.

I am not afraid of Senior Sister Mu, but I feel powerless when facing Senior Pei.

Because Senior Pei is my husband's master, and with this status, and in this occasion, my husband will definitely not offend Senior Pei.

As expected, Lu Jinan looked at his master after showing his expression one by one, then smiled apologetically at Nanzhi and Qingyue, and then walked towards Pei Suoyu who was wearing a dark purple dress.

"Master." Lu Jinan looked at Pei Wanyu with some curiosity, wondering if Master had anything to say?

"Sit down first." Pei Wanyu glanced at Qingyue and Nanzhi calmly, then looked at Xiao Yinruo meaningfully.

After the obedient disciple sat down, Pei Suoyu turned around gently, and the hem of her wide-sleeved shirt brushed across Lu Jinan's chest, then covered his thighs and his hands on his thighs.

Pei Suoyu quietly sat down at the table, her expression as usual expressionless. To outsiders, it looked like she had something to say to her apprentice.

Lu Jinan felt the smoothness of his master's clothes and felt even more curious.

But his master didn't say anything, so he just stared at the table.

The desks for deputy sect leader level are longer and can accommodate two people sitting together, but physical contact is inevitable.

Pei Suoyu placed her hands, stained with red nail polish, on her legs. Feeling her obedient disciple's somewhat tense body, a smile flashed in her eyes.

What bad intentions could I have?

I just want to cultivate the relationship between master and apprentice.

Directly opposite, Xiao Yinruo turned his head to look at his disciple's face which had returned to its calm and composed state, and sighed softly in his heart.

How can Nanzhi fight with the woman opposite him?

"It would be fine if she and I weren't good friends, but Lu Jinan is actually her apprentice."

Xiao Yinruo looked at her disciple and said softly, "Wanyu might have something to say to Lu Jinan, so you don't have to think too much about it."

Zhu Nanzhi hummed, "Disciple understands."

Anyway, his plan of "forcing his daughter to swallow her mother" has been successfully implemented, so what does it matter if his husband sits with his master?

Chapter 96 Lu Jinan: "I don't drink."

"Sitting with those two girls Qingyue and Nanzhi, you have no time to care about other things."

Pei Suohao said softly, "That's why I called you to my side so that you can see other things. After all, this is your first time seeing such a big scene, isn't it?"

With the scent of his master's body lingering on his nose, Lu Jinan hummed "hmm", then looked down at the dark purple shirt covering his legs.

I didn't notice it before, but now I realize that there seems to be a flying bird embroidered with black silk thread on the back of the coat.

Although he could only see one flapping black wing at the moment, Lu Jinan had already imagined the image of a more noble master.

Lu Jinan looked around at the guests present, took his hands out from under his master's clothes, and said softly, "The demon tribe hasn't arrived yet."

Among the hundreds of tribes in Yunding, many have had a glorious past, but only the demon tribe has maintained its glory the longest.

Although the demon tribe's territory is not as large as before, no one denies that it is still the strongest tribe.

Throughout the long history of the Yunding Continent, there have been groups that have posed a threat to the status of the demon race, but these threats have been eliminated one by one by the demon race.

The current hostility of the demon race towards the human race stems from this: the existence of the human race has posed a threat to the status of the demon race.

When the human race was first born, it relied on other ethnic groups and survived in the cracks.

Fifty thousand years ago, the human race had already established itself, but in the war against alien races, it was cannon fodder and the vanguard.

Twenty thousand years ago, hundreds of races fought against each other, and the human race rose.

Today, the human race ranks among the top five races.

In the eyes of the demon race, the human race is the existence that threatens their status, so the two realms are separated by a barrier and are incompatible with each other.

"It's okay if she comes." Pei Wanyu said softly, "It's better if she doesn't come, so things will be more harmonious."

Lu Jinan said "hmm", and then saw his master pointing at the grapes in the fruit plate with his eyes. Lu Jinan reached out and picked up a grape, peeled a little and handed it to his master.

In public, he couldn't just put the grapes into his master's rosy lips.

Pei Suoyu smiled faintly and took the grapes: "My disciple is so good~"

Across from her, Mu Qingyue frowned slightly, as her 'mother' seemed to be becoming less and less willing to hide her affection for her junior brother.

Beside her, Zhu Nanzhi gritted her teeth. Although she knew that Senior Pei was only her husband's master, Senior Pei was a woman, and a very beautiful one at that.

When she is with me, I have to feed my husband.

Zhu Nanzhi bit her lower lip lightly and gently stroked her belly with her right hand. She had originally been thinking that if her husband sat next to her, she would secretly let him touch her.

Or you can pinch your belly and shake it, your husband will definitely be interested.

After all, when I woke up and took a shower this morning, I deliberately used my spiritual power to slow down the speed of nutrient absorption - and of course, I also controlled it to prevent me from getting pregnant.

It would be fun to seduce my husband this way, but it's a pity that I can't do it now.

Zhu Nanzhi sighed softly, what a pity.

Mu Qingyue turned her head to look at Zhu Nanzhi's little movements, her eyebrows furrowed even deeper: "What are you doing?"

Zhu Nanzhi blinked, then immediately moved closer to Mu Qingyue with renewed interest, whispering, "Yesterday, my husband's—"

At this point, she paused, then took the purple clay teapot on the table and poured tea into the cup. The tea quickly reached the edge, almost overflowing.

"That's a lot~" Zhu Nanzhi blushed and smiled shyly, "I didn't waste any of it. I feel full now."

As she spoke, she sighed softly again, wondering why she couldn't hold on and fell asleep last night. Otherwise, she could have helped her husband clean up carefully.

Mu Qingyue is a reserved person, so she naturally understood the metaphor behind Zhu Nanzhi pouring tea. She was naturally angry, but more of a speechless person.