In the light rain at dusk, the air is filled with the fresh and moist scent of grass and trees.
During these three days, the monks from various famous families who died of drunkenness in the Night Palace also sobered up one after another.
Sanqingjiu is extremely strong. Even after three days of sleeping, although the body is still weak and unable to exert any energy, the Sanqingjiu that enters the stomach is extremely nourishing, and the lingering spiritual power fills the divine palace.
When I woke up, three days passed without realizing it, but it seemed as if I had been practicing for thirty years. My cultivation was progressing rapidly, which was so satisfying. I only regretted that I didn't have a few more mouths to drink the fairy brew during the night banquet.
In the side hall of the guest room, the door was pushed open with a creak. Yingxiu, neatly dressed and with a sword around his waist, walked out slowly.
His outfit was neatly organized, but if one looked closely, it was obvious that the belt on his waist had been tied with the wrong knot in a panic, and a pair of boots on his feet were also worn backwards.
He is not as noble and dignified as usual.
For some reason, he was walking in a hurry and in a panic. There was a look of despair on his face, his lips were tightly pursed, and his face looked a little haggard and embarrassed, as if he had received some great humiliation.
"His Royal Highness Yingxiu?" By chance, he bumped into a young and beautiful woman. Judging from her dress, she seemed to be a junior sister from the Tiannan Sect.
Tiannan Sect!
Yingxiu's hurried steps about to leave quickly stopped. He seemed to be surprised and took three steps back.
Looking at the woman in panic and vigilance, Ying Xiu felt dizzy for a moment.
Although he knew in his heart that the fire could not be contained by paper, the unspeakable fact of being exposed now was still a bit embarrassing after all.
Ying Xiu gritted his teeth, forced a gentle and calm posture, and said: "I was drunk and rested here for a few days, and I just woke up. I feel ashamed to say that I don't know how I fell down and rested here. Feet, I can’t find my way back now, if Junior Sister can help me lead the way, Ying Xiu would be very grateful.”
The woman was stunned for a moment, and then she seemed to guess his thoughts at a glance. She frowned and said ruthlessly: "Three days ago, His Highness was very drunk. It was Senior Sister Du who helped His Highness fall asleep all the way. Your Highness is like this." I just woke up and I was in a hurry to leave, I wonder...does my Senior Sister Du know?"
Yingxiu's head thundered, and his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, and then the embarrassment that could not be concealed came over him like a tide.
For a second-rate immortal sect like Tiannan Sect, even if their sect leader comes in person, he has the right to ignore them.
But right now, he felt ashamed and unbearable that he couldn't look directly at this woman.
Seeing Yingxiu's posture, she couldn't guess what kind of thoughts Yingxiu was hiding at the moment.
Although their Tiannan Sect is not as powerful as the Tianxi Sword Sect and the Zhongyou Dynasty, they are not someone who can be humiliated.
That night, it was clear that His Highness, in front of everyone in Zhaozhao and his biological father, hugged Senior Sister Du and kissed her fiercely.
Who is Ying Xiu?
A true gentleman who is in peace of mind, he has been waiting for the eldest lady in Cangwu Palace for two hundred years. During these two hundred years, he has never heard of any romantic affair about Ying Xiu.
This prince of the Zhongyou Dynasty, the young master of the Tianxi Sword Sect, an infatuated and dedicated man, is the best husband in the hearts of these immortal sect girls.
Now that it was a rare opportunity to catch him having sex after drinking, how could they, the Tiannan Sect, be willing to let go of this golden turtle husband who came to their door.
Although the golden turtle has a very unique taste, among the girls, the one he picked out easily was Senior Sister Du, who had not been pursued by anyone for four hundred years.
But Senior Sister Du, let’s just say Senior Sister Du, she is a member of our sect after all. If they are entangled in the two threads of Zhongyou and Tianxi, wouldn’t the rise of their Tiannan Sect be just around the corner?
Under the woman's questioning gaze, Yingxiu couldn't stand for a moment. He couldn't defend himself and said: "I...I didn't mean to do this."
The woman laughed angrily: "Every drunk man in the world will say this, but if he doesn't covet beauty, how can he act absurdly?"
It's okay that she didn't say this, but when she said Yingxiu, she felt as if she had been bitten by a rabbit. She was so angry: "I covet beauty?! With her noble appearance, you think that is beauty?!"
The woman was also quick-tongued, speaking too carefully and without thinking too much, and a string of insulting words sprouted out like sprouts.
Now that I think about it, using the word "beautiful" to describe her sister Du's face that was struck by lightning is indeed a bit crazy.
She coughed lightly and was about to speak, but Yingxiu was in a hurry to get away and didn't have much patience. His cold eyes swept away her words, which immediately stopped her.
Yingxiu gathered up his embarrassment, tossed his sleeves and left.
When the female disciple of the Tiannan Sect rushed to the bedroom in the side hall, Du Yicui was lying on the table counting the golden beans in a daze.
I thought I could still see her senior sister Du, wrapped in bed and moaning pitifully, but I never expected to see her lying there with her clothes neatly dressed and her hair styled meticulously, counting beans.
The woman felt dizzy and speechless. Could this be possible?
But that golden bean is clearly something that is abundant in Zhongyou, a weapon-refining treasure, secret gold.
This small plate is priceless.
"Ah, it's Junior Sister Cao." Du Yicui packed up the golden beans one by one, smoothed her hair, smiled slightly, and said: "This Yingxiu is quite generous."
Junior Sister Cao was speechless and puzzled: "Huh? Is this... a success or a failure?"
Du Yicui sneered with cold eyes, full of resentment: "It's like a firecracker. It explodes every time it hits. I thought the legendary Prince Zhongyou was so powerful, but it turns out he's just a fake tiger made of paper. It explodes as soon as it touches water." It won’t work anymore. I’ve spent all my efforts to achieve success, but this thing is really worthless. I finished the work with half a stick of incense, and I was so weak that I slept for three days before I got up.”
Looking at her look, she seemed to be disappointed to the core. Otherwise, if she was satisfied, how could she compare His Highness to 'this guy'?
But at least it was done, Zhongyou Dynasty and Tianxi Sword Sect were affected by their Tiannan Sect.
It's not that easy to get rid of this person who is related to him.
After all, this is Zhongyou...the only prince.
How can you think of being irresponsible when you sleep with an innocent girl?
Balian woke up from the cold, and the glass of Sansake wine that he drank seemed to have set off a huge fire in his body. After a while, he slowly began to feel a chill in his bones.
Since becoming a corpse demon and waking up, Balian hasn't felt the cold for a long time. Silk floating in the air fell lightly on his nose, tickling slightly. He couldn't help sneezing and woke up completely.
He moved slightly and found that he was only covered with a thin piece of clothing.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that the soft pillow beside him seemed to have been torn apart by life, and the snow-white soft wadding burst out and exploded.
The sheets were also wrinkled, as if they had been beaten up by a few ignorant children who had made a fuss on the bed.
There are still light dust-like snowflakes floating in the air, and there is a lingering ambiguity lingering in the tranquility.
He was the only one on the couch, and the soft mattress was a little moist for some reason, making it uncomfortable to sleep on.
Balian stood up with his arms and his clothes slid down to his waist. He felt a splitting headache. He vaguely felt that he had been drunk and asleep for a long time, but his spirit was extremely tired.
I don’t know if it’s because I slept for too long, but my back aches and my legs are a little weak.
There is also an indescribable feeling, especially in the waist, as if it has been drained.
Bailian vaguely felt that something was wrong. If he was just drunk, how could he have completely stripped off his clothes?
Su Jing naturally lived in the same room with him and would never let him do such a rude thing.
The Siren's Vine was still wrapped around his wrist. Balian held back his panic and raised his hand to pull. The withered vine suddenly tightened and pulled the other end.
Balian hurriedly looked up along the side of the vines.
She was still wearing the ancient and quiet snow clothes, her hair was tied up with a white ribbon, and she still looked cool and cool as always.
Her eyelashes are long and slender, her eyes are deep and pure, her long body is sitting on the table, her love is unsheathed, falling into her white palm, her sword-wiping look is indescribably quiet and beautiful, she is a complete beauty.
But with Balian's tug just now, her wrist shook slightly, the sword edge fell, and a slender line of bright red blood was rubbed between her fingertips. Against her porcelain-white jade skin, it was actually a bit... Blood red and enchanting.
Just as Balian was about to apologize, she had already turned to look at him. For some reason, her cold brows and eyes were a little more attractive than usual, like the edge of a sword dyed with frost, revealing a bit of difficulty. Ming's cold danger.
This danger is different from the danger when the Lihe Sect first met. There is no murderous intent in it, but it makes people even more uneasy.
There seemed to be some... resentment in those dangerous eyes?
Balian's heart inexplicably froze just because of a look in his eyes, and his whole body was horrified.
He suddenly recalled the night of the banquet. It seemed that he and Su Jing were both drunk, and finally came to this palace, but there was no memory of what happened afterwards.
But it was enough for a man and a woman to be alone and drunk together in the same room. Now all his clothes had been taken off inexplicably, and not far away sat such a cold beauty with a look full of resentment.
Balian simply didn't dare to think about that anymore.
His throat was dry, so he pulled the quilt aside and was about to cover himself, but before his palms landed on the quilt, he saw marks between the mattresses.
His body felt stiff for a while, and then thinking about his weakness and fatigue, his brain felt like rust. He couldn't react for a while, and his whole person was sluggish.
Seeing that he had not responded for a long time, Su Jing followed his line of sight, her eyes darkened, and she slowly walked towards him with her sword in hand.
The turbid breath that fell on the Qingqing Sword dissipated at some point, and returned to the clear and sharp autumn water cold as a mirror.
Balian thought she was going to kill him with her sword, but then he thought, if she really had murderous intentions, how could she wait for him to slowly wake up.
The sword edge passed coldly, and the sword energy swept across, cutting the Siren's vine into ashes.
"Miss Su Jing..." Balian moved her lips, but she remained silent. She leaned forward slightly, pulled the thin quilt over for him, and wrapped him up like a rice dumpling.
Her beautiful face has an indistinguishable expression, giving people the impression that a storm is about to come.
But she never said anything. After cutting off the demonic vines, she turned around and left.
Bai Lian's head panicked, it was extremely uncomfortable. If he really let her leave with such a feeling of grievance, then he would be extremely bastard.
He hurriedly held Su Jing's cold and soft wrist, but he didn't know where to put his eyes. In a hurry, he opened his round eyes wide and stared at the pair of small ears on her head, and said anxiously Said: "Miss Su Jing, you... do you like eating carrots?!"
Um? What the hell is he talking about? ! !
No matter, just be stupid first to respect yourself.
It would be an exaggeration to think that the girl would give him a slap in the face for such nonsense.
Su Jing took a step back, her head tilted slightly out of unexplainable doubts, and her two cute rabbit ears also swayed slightly: "Huh?"
Balian felt that he was extremely stupid, so stupid: "Ah, that...no, I mean..."
"Um."
Her voice came softly, like a light flower touching water, leaving no trace.
It actually happened! ! ! ? ? ?
Although the tone of the voice was very light and indifferent, it was indeed a question that was answered after thinking carefully.
She slowly turned her beautiful face sideways, staring at Balian with her dark eyes, and her two ears crossed each other and jumped slightly.
"I like it." The tone was soft, emotionless, but unreasonably flirtatious.
Balian's eyes were once again attracted to that ear, and as if he was bewitched, he kept saying silly words one after another, and blurted out with complete recklessness: "Don't leave, I will grow carrots to feed you for the rest of my life."
When she heard the words 'for a lifetime', Su Jing opened her eyes slightly and stared deeply at Bailian with an unexplainable gaze.
For a moment, there was an almost hidden tenderness in her eyes, but it passed like water.
Two hundred years have been enough for her to live a clear life.
She folded and picked a clean spot on the edge of the bed and slowly sat down, letting Balian pull her wrist with a blushing face.
With a calm expression on her face, she slowly lifted up her cuffs. Between her jade arms, which were like snow lotus roots, a bit of shining cinnabar fell onto her skin like jade porcelain dots.
That's the guard sand from my daughter's family.
She watched Balian's expression gradually become dumbfounded and then fell into embarrassment, and the gloom accumulated in her heart faded a bit for some reason.
There was an undetectable soft smile in Su Jing's eyes, but her face was calm and cold, and she said seriously: "In this case, can I still eat your carrots for the rest of my life?"
Balian's face was on fire, looking at the traces between the couches, he almost stuttered: "But... Cocoa..."
Su Jingfeng Qingyun glanced at me calmly and said, "I had a stomachache that night. It's not that you don't know."
Bailian froze and realized: "So, this is just..."
Su Jing kept a serious look while talking nonsense: "Well, Yue Xin is here."
Fortunately, she was able to tell the embarrassing story about her daughter's family in a serious manner, and she looked very generous and decent, without feeling any inappropriateness.
Balian almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, and he threw back his hand as if it was hot, feeling embarrassment and embarrassment swarmed over him instantly.
Oh my God, what nonsense did he say just now?
He actually wants to use carrots to raise the daughter of a righteous immortal.
Kill him quickly with one knife!
Su Jing calmly closed her hands and dropped her sleeves, looking at Bai Lian who was about to curl up under the quilt and hide herself, her brows and eyes were filled with a smile, so light and beautiful that it made your heart tremble.
It's a pity that Balian couldn't see that when his head popped out of the bed again, Su Jing's eyes returned to their usual cold look like ink spots.
Bai Lian's doubts still couldn't be resolved. He pondered for a long time and whispered: "That...Miss Su Jing."
"Yes." She responded calmly, her detachment and desolation implying patience.
"Why am I not wearing any clothes?"
"..." This question was really difficult for her.
"Also...did my waist hit somewhere again? Why is my whole body so weak and tight? Is it the same after you drank three cups of sake?"
"..."
Su Jing's eyelashes fell and she said to him calmly: "I am also drunk and you don't know it. How could I know that you had no clothes and that your waist was so weak?" In his tone, There was a hint of a little temper.
Balian thought in horror, could it be that he was drunk and went crazy?
He glanced at the clothes neatly folded on the bedside and knew in his heart that this was Su Jing's doing.
She was so nice and even helped him fold his clothes.
Bailian pulled off his clothes and hid under the quilt to put them on.
While dressing, I suddenly thought of a question, and a voice came out from under the thin quilt: "Miss Su Jing, is your love-killing sword ready?"
Su Jing's fingers froze slightly, and then she remembered the angry sword strike just now, and she said calmly: "Zhan Qing is very proud, and he managed to survive by himself."
Balian thought it was amazing, but the big problem of the Siren's Vine was solved.
After a brief tidying up, he put on his clothes and was about to lift off the bed when Su Jing's voice sounded softly with a hint of coolness: "Carrots are not expensive and are easy to grow."
The quilt was lifted, and the huge dormitory was empty. Su Jing was nowhere to be seen.
Balian knelt down on the bed in a daze, unable to realize what she meant by that sentence?
Carrots are inexpensive and easy to grow...
Does her good care refer to herself, or does she refer to carrots?
If it was me, why would I talk to a corpse demon like him that had nothing to do with him?
If it was a carrot... why would she emphasize this very ordinary thing with him?
Balian was in a confused mood and could no longer understand the girl in white.
