During these three days, everyone around Bailian suddenly disappeared.
The wind in this world is very strong and can blow away some gentleness.
For Bai Lian, the spring of his first year on earth was particularly cold.
For the past three days, he had lived a very quiet life. Even though there was a living person beside him, the two of them had little communication.
After all, the only thing that keeps the two of them walking together is the difficult-to-cut withered vine.
Outside the hall, a sparse spring rain fell, and the rain hit the bamboo leaves, giving off the crisp and faint fragrance of cold bamboo.
It was still some time before the first watch, and Balian had no intention of practicing meditation.
Because he couldn't calm down at this moment, and when he was bored, a few green moss frogs hiding from the rain outside the house croaked a few times, and jumped into the hall with a bit of wetness.
There were three of them, front and back, big and small. You and I were crowded together, and they looked like a family of three.
It was clearly an extremely ordinary scene. Seeing this, Balian felt suddenly at peace for some reason, and laughter burst from his lips.
There was actually a hint of happiness in the laughter.
It was the joy I had never felt before when the word Si Chen appeared on the long stele.
This laugh made the eyelashes of the woman in white sitting quietly on the futon twitch slightly, then she calmly opened her eyes and looked over gently.
The young man stood in the night in front of the palace, smiling warmly, but his brows and eyes were like ink, and his eyes were like the clear light of dawn when winter turns to spring, bright and thin, outlining a shallow and warm rhyme.
His eyes are always very bright, as if the night cannot erase that light.
Su Jing's eyes were deep and quiet, and the candlelight hit her face. Her face was like the cold mist in the mountains, which made people look a little unreal.
She looked at the boy, who saw the three frogs coming from the new rain quickly jumping out of the door frame, croaking twice, and disappearing.
The smile on Balian's lips gradually disappeared, and his eyes calmly retracted.
Su Jing closed her eyes again and meditated.
There was still not much communication between the two. They were clearly in the same room, but they seemed like people in two different worlds.
As time passed, the vines gradually grew and dragged on the ground, but for some unknown reason, they suddenly shrunk a few inches.
Balian, who was standing at the door watching the rain, was pulled slightly and stumbled slightly. He stood up straight and looked at Su Jing in confusion.
In the past few days, he has also thought about this Siren's Vine. Its temper is very weird, and it can grow or shrink according to the host's mood. If the mood does not have too big fluctuations, the vine will slowly grow and lengthen on its own. .
But if there is a big change in the mood, the vine will shorten back very excitedly without any discussion.
He thought that his mood was quite stable just now, but why did the vine suddenly become a few inches shorter?
Baili Anjing was silent for a moment, and finally called out: "Miss Su Jing."
Su Jing hummed without opening her eyes.
The vine was shorter again, and Balian was forced to take a few steps in her direction.
He asked again: "But the old injury has recurred and you feel uncomfortable?"
Su Jing, who also knew the Siren's Vine well, was very 'calm': "Yeah."
Balian didn't know how to look at injuries, and he didn't have a panacea. He thought about it and felt that it seemed unsincere to do nothing after asking about concerns.
So he walked to the case, poured a glass of water and handed it to her: "Miss Su Jing, if you feel uncomfortable, drink more hot water."
Su Jing: "..."
The first watch is coming.
The small official from Immortal City that Qing Xuan mentioned has finally arrived.
She was a rather delicate-looking female officer. She was young but acted very calmly and wisely. She held a lantern and led the way for the two of them.
After walking through the drizzle of long steps, three courtyards and five pavilions, Bailian and Su Jing were brought to a hall with no inscription on the plaque.
It was already dark now, and the hall was lit with bright candles.
The female official opened the door, but there was no one inside. There were two faceless statues at the end of the hall. Judging from their clothes, they seemed to be the water god Junhuang and the mountain god Kunlun.
Balian: "This doesn't seem to be a night banquet hall."
The female officer looked back and smiled, and said: "I would like to inform you, Lord City Lord, there have always been rules. On the night of the new City Lord's succession, he needs to come to the main hall to pay homage to the Lord and the Empress in advance. Only after the formal ceremony can he go to the banquet hall. "
Bai Lian asked: "How to pay homage to the emperor?"
The female official said: "Lord, have you seen the two incense sticks on the table? Burning incense and worshiping into the altar is the end of the ceremony."
"Thanks for letting me know."
"Please forgive me, Lord City Lord. I am a minor official in the city who leads the ceremony, and I am not qualified to enter the palace. I can only lead the way to the door. The City Lord needs to complete the rest of the ceremony alone."
Naturally, Balian would not be embarrassed and force her to continue leading the way into the temple.
But Su Jing was hard to separate from him, and he was a little embarrassed to tell the cause and effect.
The female officer is also a person with a very good temper. She smiled and said: "The city lord doesn't know something. Since Master Su is the person favored by the Immortal Lord, his status is not lower than that of the lord, so he has the same qualifications to enter the palace. .”
In this case, Bailian naturally has no other worries.
The two of them entered the main hall together. Su Jing said nothing and watched him holding the incense and lighting it. The incense in the hall was completely different from the incense in the world. It was only one finger long, and its color was as white as snow, with a touch of bright red at the tip.
When it is not burning, there is no smell. On the contrary, when it is ignited, a faint fragrance spreads out and fills the hall.
The sleeves and hair of both of them were dyed with this fragrance that was not overwhelming but very pleasant.
After Balian finished his salute, he looked back and was about to leave, but found that the female officer leading the way had disappeared at the door without knowing when.
Su Jing also realized that something was wrong. She turned around and took a few steps with a serious look on her face. The surrounding scene suddenly changed rapidly.
The tall and sacred statues suddenly disappeared in the hall, and the prayer flags hanging under the hall beams couldn't stop flying, turning into light dust like an illusion.
The surrounding scene changed drastically, with green soft tents, bronze dressing mirrors...
This... turned out to be a women's boudoir.
Su Jing suddenly discovered that the strange fragrance on Balian and her body was actually very similar to the virgin girl's fragrance!
"Something's wrong, get out of here first." Balian's face darkened slightly, and he realized that he was being plotted against.
It was not that he was careless, but he never expected that in the temple of Xianling City, there would be someone so bold as to pretend to be a female official of Xiancheng and perform such a devious trick under the nose of the empress.
The two of them took a step forward. Outside the palace gate, a girl held a large green watermelon in her arms and held a sharp cold knife in her hand. She was wearing the same maid uniform as that of the fairy city official. He was walking towards the main hall in a hurry.
Bailian and Su Jing's footsteps suddenly stopped.
And the girl obviously didn't expect that there was someone in the hall. Her expression seemed to be startled. She subconsciously hugged Watermelon tightly, her eyes widened and looked particularly cute: "Why are you here?"
Both Bailian and Su Jing recognized this girl because they had met in the ghost mountain.
But why, even though she was clearly a mortal woman with no cultivation, could she appear as a female official in Xianling City?
Balian looked her up and down, watching her holding the watermelon like a mouse stealing food: "Why is the girl here?"
The girl subconsciously wanted to say that this is my bedroom, why can't I be here, but the tip of her nose suddenly moved, and she smelled a familiar fragrance. Suddenly she seemed to understand something, and her big eyes rolled around.
She smiled sweetly and immediately changed her words: "I am a little female official in this palace. I was freely adopted by His Highness the Little Tiger to serve as her attendant. Tonight, His Highness the Little Tiger said that she was greedy and wanted to eat watermelon, so I went to the small shed outside the palace to touch it. The watermelon is gone.”
