Seeing that the two of them were about to fight over a trivial matter again, the expressions of Su Guanhai and Yin Dufeng changed greatly, and they both stood up and prepared to pull away from their precious daughter.
Unexpectedly, the young man behind Su Jing suddenly intervened between the two of them and said to her in a gentle voice: "Miss Su Jing, please do it well. If you continue to fight, drag me around." Damn it, but it’s too much to bear.”
Su Jing glanced at the faint red mark on Bai Lian's wrist caused by Hai Teng's stranglehold. She lowered her eyes and stopped talking.
Su Guanhai, who was about to rush out to stop the fight before he could stand upright, suddenly stopped there like a frozen duck, with a look of disbelief on his face.
When did his A Jing become so easy to talk to?
What about the one who promised that every time he meets that girl from the Yin family, the swords and blood will last until death, shaking the mountains and the earth?
Although I really don't want to see these two girls fighting, because once they get into trouble, it will always end up with broken bones and muscles.
But now, my dear daughter, what does it mean when you suddenly bow your head and close your eyes obediently? I'm not afraid of being bullied severely by that girl from the Yin family.
It hurts to see his daughter fighting, but the daughter is silent and well-behaved, so the father is naturally afraid that she will be bullied.
Su Guanhai was so confused that his eyebrows almost knitted together.
Yin Dufeng was also unexpectedly surprised, and then he felt a little proud, thinking that our daughter had been fighting with that side for so many years, and she was finally able to stabilize the opponent's side.
Happy and happy.
At this moment, when the Yin family's father was feeling happy, Bailian turned his head, looked at Yin Baishuang, who had a cold expression on his face, and greeted kindly: "Miss Yin, I haven't seen my little one for a few days. Shou, how is he eating well and sleeping soundly recently?"
Miss Yin, who was arrogant just a moment ago, had a shocked look on her face. She covered the Qiankun treasure bag at her waist with both hands. Her voice suddenly became sharp and alert: "You...what are you thinking?"
All stuttered.
Balian thought for a moment, organized his words, and then comforted him with a very sincere attitude: "Don't worry, Miss Yin, I have no intention of being the father of your child."
It was okay not to explain, but this explanation had the meaning of deceiving others and plotting something evil, which made Yin Baishuang feel even more horrified.
She liked him so much. If he really had that intention, wouldn't she have to find a father for the little guy? !
How is this possible!
Tears welled up in her eyes, and her eyes were red. There was no trace of murderous intent. She stamped her feet angrily, and there was a hint of crying in her voice: "Go to hell!"
After saying that, he covered his small purse and twisted his head, as if there was a vicious dog chasing behind his butt, and quickly rushed out of the hall and ran away...
Yin Dufeng almost choked on his own saliva. My dear, why did you suddenly lose your temper? !
The two giants in the world of cultivation looked at the young man in the palace in shock and disbelief, speechless. They wondered what the origin of this guy was. Could it be that he had put a curse on those two girls, so that he could eat them both to death?
How about taking the opportunity to toast and ask him for advice.
The two heads of state did not wait for the opportunity to toast and ask for advice. Another high-ranking female official from Kunlun Mountain, Miss Qingshui, walked into the hall step by step.
With a smile in her eyes, she gave a standard human forehead-holding ceremony to Bai Lian and said, "Master Si Chen, my queen has invited me."
Balian was startled and a little confused: "Your Majesty... you want to see me?"
Qing Shui nodded with a smile: "Young Master, please move to Ziwei Pavilion."
Bailian took a deep look at her and didn't ask any questions. He vaguely guessed that the reason why the empress wanted to see him this time was probably because the bronze door was wide open. He knew it in his heart. He nodded and stepped up to follow.
Qing Shui saluted and smiled, and suddenly stopped Su Jing with a gentle attitude: "Miss Su, please stop. The only person I want to see is Mr. Si Chen."
She lowered her eyes and looked at the Siren's Vine between their wrists, shook her head and smiled: "Qingshui doesn't have the Gengjin Sword to cut off this thing, so I can only feel sorry for you two for the time being."
I saw the silver ring between the fingers of the gentle and watery female official in front of me flickering slightly, and she held a pure bottle in her palm, which was filled with clear water.
She poured the clear water in the bottle over the withered vines. The withered vines that were originally only three village heads drank full of clear water and grew in an instant, spreading out around the feet of the two people.
Qing Shui smiled and said: "This is the spring water in my Kunlun Pure Pond. It can grow thousands of trees. Although I cannot kill this vine, I can make it grow infinitely in a short period of time."
Su Jing held her sleeves and looked at the vines without saying anything. She turned around and returned to her seat at the banquet, expressing that she was not interested in meeting the Kunlun God opposite.
The white and majestic Jade Palace of the Shrine is soaked in the night. The clouds in the sky are thick and graceful, and it is difficult to see where the cold moon is. The feeling of spring cold comes from the cold frost in the distant mountains, bringing with it the unique green and cold fragrance of the grassland.
After crossing the court and crossing the corner, the woman leading the way was replaced by the female official Qingshui. She was holding a green lantern in her hand, and her back seemed to be hidden in the mist and rain, which was very misty and beautiful.
Different from the silence of the attendant who led the way at the beginning, Qing Shui's voice sounded softly, slightly sweet in the long night: "I wonder why the young master wants to become the lord of Xianling City?"
Balian followed her leisurely, lowering his head and looking intently at the road under his feet. He said, "I want to open the Bronze Gate of Ghost Mountain again."
The female official Qingshui stopped and suddenly turned around. The green light in her hand illuminated the two people's eyebrows clearly. The smile on her face did not diminish: "Young master, you know that the ghost veins in the mountains are related to the life of your maiden family, even if you are a mountain city." My lord, without the nod of the empress, you are not qualified to open the Ghost Mountain."
She took a step forward, raised her face, and the tip of her nose was almost touching Balian's. Her dark eyes were slightly moistened by the night: "Even if you are the owner of the bronze door, you can't do it."
Balian's eyes suddenly opened wide, and her aura that seemed to have already seen the whole situation made him want to take a half step back, but when he touched the light water like thin smoke, his eyes sank slightly, and he seemed to have made a decision in his heart. Instead, he followed her gaze and approached unceremoniously.
Qing Shui's pupils opened slightly, and there was a flaw in her calm and calm appearance. She leaned back with a flexible waist in slight shock, her hair touching the ground, avoiding the close contact between the two people's noses.
Balian put his hands behind his back and pressed back, leaning forward and pressing down. The tip of his nose cleverly stopped at a short distance: "Isn't it too early for the girl to say these words?"
Darkness and the man's cold and unfamiliar aura enveloped him. Qing Shui's wrist shook slightly. The candle in the green lantern tilted, and the firelight overflowed, instantly burning the gauze lantern.
She threw away the burnt lantern with a blush on her cheeks. She wanted to raise her finger to poke this guy's face away, but she resisted in the end. She took a few steps back and said, "Don't keep me waiting for too long. "
Balian stood up straight and smiled slightly: "Okay, Miss Qingshui."
The two soon arrived at Ziwei Pavilion.
In the inner hall, there are curls of smoke, soft snow on the ground, and wild flowers and sycamores blooming outside the antique terrace. The shadows of flowers overlap between the window lattice, giving it a wild and messy beauty.
Deep in the pavilion, the gauze curtains cut off the skylight and sight of the outside world. With the help of the lights, only two figures, one sitting and one lying down, could be faintly glimpsed.
"Mother, Master Si Chen has already arrived."
There were only two people in the palace.
But Balian knew at a glance that the empress she was talking about was the one sitting and playing the piano.
He had never seen the appearance of the Emperor's Empress. The reason why he could identify who she was at this moment was just because the moment he entered the pavilion, he recognized the outline of the girl lying on the soft floor. who.
"Fang Geyu?!"
No longer calm, it is difficult to be calm anymore, the sense of proportion is messed up, and the manners are messed up.
Balian almost ran as fast as he could, even ignoring the great being in the soft gauze tent. He feared that it would be like a dream come true, so he faced him fearfully.
