Chapter 20 Chapter Eighteen

Zheyan's words made me lose my mind to stay in Jiuchongtian.Although I was a little angry with Yehua, I still owe him favors for getting Yuqingjing to heal my wounds. If I leave without saying goodbye, it will be really useless; if I go to him to say goodbye, it will be obvious that I have lost face , So I left a letter, expressing my deep gratitude to him for his care in the past two days.Together with Zheyan, they crossed the Nantian Gate and hurried down to the lower realm. Even if Mo Yuan is just a sleeping soul on the prince Xihai at the moment, I still want to take a look at him.This ardent heart to go to the West Sea is like a big bird that gets up early in the forest to catch worms. When it catches a mouthful of fat worms, it flaps its wings happily and rushes back to the bird's nest, impatiently trying to get the worms across. For the chicks in the nest.

From the Nine Heavens to the West Sea, it takes a long time to ascend the clouds, Zheyan feels bored stepping on the clouds, and babbles in my ear all the way.Fortunately, he and the fourth brother had a smooth life recently, so that my ears escaped a catastrophe, and I didn't listen to him over and over again about the embarrassing things about the fourth brother. What Zheyan is talking about this time is about the secrets of Mr. Xihaihui’s family, and I, Baoxiang, sit solemnly on the head of the cloud, listening with gusto. Among the water kings of the four seas, the West Sea Lord is the one I have the least impression of.At first I thought it was probably because I had been in Qingqiu for a long time, and I didn't often care about the younger generation of gods, which made his impression on me very weak.Listening to Zheyan now, Fang knows that the past two generations of Xihaihai Lords were very low-key, which made the Xihai clan have no sense of presence in the world.However, it is such a Xihai Jun who has kept a low-key style for many years, but recently he did something very low-key.

This incident happened precisely because of his great prince Die Yong from Xihai who was borrowed by Mo Yuan to nourish his soul. It is said that since more than 600 years ago, Dieyong's weak body and bones have been deteriorating. The pharmacists of the Crystal Palace in the West Sea could not find out the crux of the problem, and they did not find out the reason after a long time of recuperation.He invited the medicine king from the sky to come for a diagnosis, and the medicine king brought two children to visit and ask about it. He twisted his beard and prescribed two medicines, but these two medicines could only keep Die Yong from coughing up blood.Before Yao Junlin left, he quietly dragged Mr. Xi Haishui to the corner and stood there. Prince Daodieyong's illness did not seem to be on his body.

Seeing that even Mr. Yao could not do anything, Mr. Xihaihui's eyes turned red with grief and anger for a while. After thinking for a long time, he simply made a list to seek medical treatment. The bright list was posted all over the world. Whoever can heal the disease of the First Prince Xihai, the male will be recruited to be the First Prince and Concubine of Xihai, and the female will be recruited to be the Second Prince and Concubine of Xihai. Well, that's right, Die Yong, the great prince of Xihai, is rumored to be a broken sleeve. Mr. Xihai Hai was confused for a while, so the list he issued was unreliable.It is true that many capable people in the world are Duanxiu, such as Lao Tzu Qing Cang who was away from the mirror back then, but there are even more capable people who are not Duanxiu.His unreliable list of papers will scare the talented people who are not broken sleeves and shy away.When they finally discovered the flaws in the posted bulletin, the bulletin was like a bowl of cold water poured into a boiling oil pan, blowing up the whole world.

From then on, in front of the king's court in the West Sea, the Duanxiu people are like the water of the Yellow River, with the torrential momentum of the waves pushing forward, endlessly.It's a pity that although these Duanxiu people are Duanxiu with real talents and real learning, they are not capable people with real talents and real learning. Mo Yuan's soul is hidden very deep, unless the immortal has transcended to a certain level, it is absolutely impossible to see that there is another soul in Die Yong's body that is sharing his immortal power day by day.As a result, the eldest prince Die Yong was tortured until he looked like a god.Mr. Xihaihui's wife looked at her eldest son's haggard appearance, and she was very sad. She wanted to go to her husband to cry every day, and Mr. Xihaihui was also very sad.

People have the heart of the Tao, and there is no unparalleled road in the sky.Die Yong's younger brother with the same father and mother, the second prince Su Moye, and my fourth brother have a good friendship with each other.It is said that after the fourth brother found Bi Fang from Xishan and returned to Shili Taolin, one day he had an argument with Zheyan, and he was so upset that he went to the Crystal Palace of Xihai to find Su Moye for a drink. It happened to be a gloomy time for the Crystal Palace in the West Sea.The second prince, Su Moye, drank a few more glasses until he was drunk, and relied on his fourth brother to tell the whole story about this disgraceful family affair.The fourth brother heard the bitter experience of Su Moye's family, and felt compassion, and immediately said that he could ask Zheyan God of Shili Taolin to help him.Even though Zheyan has a very clear definition of himself as a mysterious god who "retires from the three worlds, does not care about the world of mortals, has an elegant taste, and whose taste is more elegant than his taste", he didn't want to take this muddy water trip, but he couldn't bear it The threat of cutting off the robe and severing the relationship, after all, he ran to the West Sea with the air of God.After this rush, I ran out of the great news that Mo Yuan was about to wake up, which fulfilled my thoughts.

Zheyan raised a pair of peach blossom eyes and said: "When Zhenzhen and I left the West Sea, we promised a group of little gods in the West Sea that they would send an envoy to the West Sea to take care of Die Yong the next day. If Mo Yuan's soul can recover smoothly, then Die Yong's body should indeed be taken care of carefully." Although what he said made sense, I frowned and said, "But when did you have an emissary in that peach forest?" He smiled suavely and said: "Last time at the full moon banquet held by Mr. Donghai, I heard that a fairy woman with a white silk face bound her face gave Mr. Donghai a pot of peach blossom wine as a congratulatory gift, claiming to be an errand in my peach grove. He also said that Xian'e claimed to be the younger sister of Prince Ye Hua in Jiuchongtian. Several old gods went to Jiuchongtian to investigate for half a month, but they did not find out that Lord Yehua had any sister. Xian'e is not a fairy'e, but a fairy who disguises herself as a woman, because she has a relationship with Ye Hua, she disguises herself as a female red makeup, and pretends that she is his sister to cover it up."

I twitched the corner of my mouth: "Mr. Donghai, how funny this story is, haha! How funny." I am very grateful to Zheyan for taking care of the fairy body of the Great Prince Xihai by myself in return for Mo Yuan.But this time he insisted on giving me a male identity, and then pushed me to a broken sleeve, this gratitude was doubled.I regretted it a lot, since there was no fourth brother standing in front of me, I shouldn't have given Zheyan's name at the full moon banquet of Lord Donghai that day. Zheyan glanced sideways, I looked back to the sky, and transformed into a young man, with the four-finger-wide white silk still firmly covering my face.

After suffering for an hour, I finally arrived at the West Sea. Zheyan led me into the sea with an awe-inspiring air of God, and after twirling two or three cups of tea in the water, I saw a group of little gods of the West Sea headed by Lord Xihai in front of a magnificent palace. ostentation. Because I was personally led into the West Sea by Zheyan, the adorable God, even though he kept claiming that I was just an emissary of his errand, the water master of the West Sea did not neglect me at all.According to the etiquette, Zheyan was respectfully invited to a high position in the main hall, carefully made good tea and served, and then many celestial beings brought piles of fruit plates to let him, the God, take a rest.

Zheyan rested, and I naturally followed. My second elder brother Bai Yi, tens of thousands of years ago, was obsessed with literature and ink for a while, and would often discuss with me some sour poems from the mortal world.One of them was written by a talented man who was recognized as having no morals. I can’t remember the whole part, but I can only remember two sentences in it, which are called “I’m more timid when I’m close to the hometown, and I dare not ask people who come here”.The second elder brother explained to me in detail that the poet had gone far away and hadn't heard from him for many years. This time he returned home like an arrow, but the closer he was to home, the less he dared to inquire about his home news from others.These two lines of poems fully express the poet's yearning and fearing heart, which can't be done without a great talent.At that time, I heard what the fourth brother said, and I didn't agree with it in my heart. I just felt that the poet was homesick but he was hesitant to move forward. What kind of schizophrenia was he.

It was not until today that I realized the profound meaning of those two lines, and realized that the mortals who wrote this poem were indeed quite talented.Because I am sitting on the main hall of the Crystal Palace in the East China Sea right now, and what I hold in my arms is a timid heart close to my hometown.He wanted to see Mo Yuan's soul immediately, but was afraid of seeing him immediately. Zheyan didn't rest for long, took a couple of sips of tea with her eyes closed, and then mentioned that she still had important matters to leave.Because he said this with the air of a god, even if Mr. Xihai Hai wanted to keep him, but because of his serious expression, he had no choice but to call all the little gods of Xihai to hug him again. Send him out. Sending off Zheyan, Mr. Xihai Hai said a few polite words with a worried face, and then led me to see his eldest son Dieyong himself.I took a deep breath and squeezed my whole body tightly, for fear of making some disrespectful descriptions when I saw Die Yong. I secretly thought that since Mo Yuan put his soul on the Eldest Prince of Xihai, the aura around this Eldest Prince should be faintly familiar to me, and the description of that body must also be because of Mo. Yuan's soul was stained with some of his shadow.But when the Hall of Fuying, where the eldest prince Xihai lived, was gently pushed away by two maids, I walked in following Mr. Xihai Hai, and when I saw Dieyong with half-loose hair crooked on the couch in a daze, my heart suddenly fell apart. sank. The sick and weak young man lying on the bed, although his eyebrows were pretty, but his demeanor was too soft, he was not at all comparable to Mo Yuan.The aura of the whole body that is formed on the outside is also soft, not half broad and deep. At first glance, it is more difficult for people to believe that the soul of the God of War who once ruled the world resides in him than it is for people to believe that a rooster can lay eggs and directly produce a fried poached egg. I think it was because Mo Yuan's soul was really in a deep sleep, and Die Yong didn't take advantage of it even for a single star, tainting some of his calm and strong immortal energy. Mr. Xi Haishui babbled earnestly and earnestly for a long time on the sidelines, to the effect that he told his son that the auspicious fairy standing in front of him was the number one disciple under Zheyan's seat.From now on, he will completely rely on this fairy to take care of his stubborn illness that has not healed for hundreds of years. I hope he can cooperate with this fairy carefully with a grateful heart.Well, "this fairy" can be referred to as the God of the next book. Mr. Xihaihui's chatter was really chattering, Dieyong and I looked at each other silently. The little maid who served Dieyong moved an embroidered pier and put it in front of the bed for me to sit with Dieyong to get my pulse.I put a trembling hand on his wrist, this pulse is neither false nor solid, neither slow nor flood, neither floating nor sinking, just like what Zheyan said, it is a pulse that cannot be more serious. Mr. Xihai Hai was very worried, and hurried over: "The child's illness..." I reluctantly smiled back at him: "Shui Jun, can you lead the others in the hall to stand outside the hall first?" The purpose of sending away the idlers in the palace is to use the soul-chasing technique to detect Mo Yuan's soul.The soul chasing technique has always been a delicate technique, if you have not cultivated to the level of Shangshen, no matter how excellent your immortal technique is, it will be impossible to use it.And when you use it, you must keep the aura within a hundred feet pure and peaceful, and you must not be disturbed by others. Die Yong, who had been in a daze wholeheartedly since entering the palace, glanced at me lightly, and I smiled at him affectionately, and slashed at him with a knife.Die Yong opened his eyes wide and flicked twice, then lay crookedly on the bed. I haven't used the soul-seeking technique for many years, but fortunately I still remember the matching spell clearly.Putting Yin Jia between his hands, a glaring white light suddenly spread out in the hall, and the white light slowly guided into a silver belt, until Die Yong's smooth forehead disappeared faintly.I exhaled, cautiously slipped my spiritual consciousness out of my body, and slowly slid into Die Yong's primordial spirit along the silver belt that was just drawn out.This has always been a delicate spell, and if you don't pay attention, it will mix the soul of the caster with the soul of the recipient, so it can't be sloppy at all. Die Yong's primordial spirit is filled with nothing but silver light, although it is bright, it is indistinguishable from darkness because it is pure brightness.I have been entangled in his primordial spirit for half a day, but I still haven't found the place where Mo Yuan is sleeping.I was about to quit the soul-chasing technique again, but a familiar music sounded leisurely in my ears, calm and melodious, empty and quiet, I still vaguely remember that the tune was about the same as the method of the winter god Xuanming that year. At the end of the meeting, Mo Yuan played a piece of great sage Buddha's music on the ancient qin.My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly pulled myself together and stumbled towards the music. But at the moment when he was tripped, the voice of the great sage stopped abruptly. My hands trembled and I tried to touch the thing that tripped me just now. The touch was soft and gentle, and a faint trace of immortality slowly climbed up my fingers, entangled between them.I can't shed tears, but I can still feel the pain in the corner of my eye.My eyes and mind were blank, and the one I was stroking at this moment was... exactly Mo Yuan's soul. But Mo Yuan's soul has become like this through the vicissitudes of life.My master Mo Yuan, the only god of war in the world, Mo Yuan, his powerful fighting spirit is now so weak that he can only rely on a ray of immortal energy to protect him. No wonder Die Yong doesn't resemble Mo Yuan in the slightest. But, fortunately, he finally came back, Zheyan didn't lie to me, and Mo Yuan, who is closer than my father, finally came back. After staying in Die Yong's primordial spirit for too long, his consciousness experienced some fluctuations just now, and it might be dangerous to delay it any longer.Although this piece of silver-white void can't see anything, I knelt down and bowed twice to Mo Yuan's soul with a heart full of melancholy and joy, and then cautiously withdrew following the traction of some chaotic energy from the outside world. . Die Yong woke up leisurely after undoing the soul chasing technique. He opened his eyes and saw me stunned, and said, "Why are you crying? Could it be that my disease is not cured? You don't have to cry sadly if you are not cured. Even if you want to cry sadly, it should be me crying. Don't cry, it's okay for me to procrastinate like this, I'm used to procrastinating left and right." I touched the white silk on my face, it was indeed a little damp, I thought it was because the spiritual consciousness was surging too much just now, which caused the original body to shed a few teardrops.So he used a small trick to dry the wet white silk, and said with a sneer: "I am crying with joy." He frowned and said, "You man, I thought you were soft-hearted. Seeing my illness, I felt the same and felt sad for me. Don't want you to see me suffering, but you are very happy?" I hurriedly replied: "Where is there, because there is still salvation, so I am happy." I patted his shoulder and smoothed his clothes, "Don't worry, you are sick now, even if I am happy, I am not very happy. " What Zheyan said was right, if only relying on Dieyong's weak body, Mo Yuan's soul would have to recuperate for seven or eight thousand years before returning to his body and truly waking up.However, if I can use the Jiepo Lantern of the Celestial Clan to repair his somewhat scattered soul, and then take half of my 140,000-year-old cultivation, then he will wake up. It is also just around the corner. Regarding the Jiepo Lantern of the Celestial Clan, even though I have lived at such an old age, I have never seen it, and only glanced at some records in the classics.These records all claim that the Jiepo Lantern was created by the Father God in the great prehistoric era, which can form the soul of immortals and the soul of mortals. For example, if an immortal's soul has been scattered, if the soul is not scattered badly, just light the lamp of knotting by his bedside for three days, and the broken soul can be restored as before.It's the mortal's turn, even if the mortal has been wiped out, as long as the thing with the mortal's aura is burned on the lamp once, and the Jiepo Lantern recognizes the mortal's aura, it can slowly absorb the mortal's breath The aura that stayed within a thousand miles at the beginning.After absorbing all the aura left by this mortal in the world, he can imitate the ashes of the original soul and create another similar soul. Well, it's a first-class relic. Using a technique to make Dieyong fall asleep, he stepped out of the Fuying Hall gate, and all the idlers who I drove out just now stood beside him anxiously, but among the idlers, Lord Xihaihui was the only one missing.The first Gong'e was very winking. Before I could ask, she had already leaned over and said: "A distinguished guest arrived just now, and Shui Jun went to the main hall to welcome the distinguished guest. If it's something trivial, Xianjun can just tell the servants." Cough, it turns out that Xihai has another distinguished guest.Lord Xihai Hai is very honored today. The presence of the two illustrious gods, Ben Shangshen and Zheyan Shangshen, has already made his crystal palace flourish. With such great luck, he unexpectedly I can get lucky again and welcome another distinguished guest.Well, such first-class luck, it is estimated that he will only go this once in eight thousand years. I don't have anything to say, but I'm going to Jiuchongtian immediately to ask Tianjun to borrow the Jiepo Lantern.However, the identity I assume now is not very decent, and I can't go back and forth in style, so before I leave, I have to talk to Lord Xihaihui in person.Since the smooth and slick lady in front of me is so humble and considerate, I ordered two casually, and asked them to take me to the main hall where Lord Xishui welcomes guests, and the rest went back to serve Dieyong. The honored guest welcomed by Mr. Xihai Shui has a lot of background. At the entrance of the main hall, there were two long rows of Xihai little gods, all standing with their hands down in a humble expression.Looking at their faces one by one, they all met once when Xi Haijun greeted Zheyan just now.It can be seen that even if the person being greeted in the hall is not as high as Zheyan, the job offered must be much more important than Zheyan.I was so anxious to see Mr. Xihai that I was notified step by step through two strings of little Xihai fairies. After a while, two maids dressed in fancy clothes came out and led me into the palace. Originally, it was well predicted that the rank of this distinguished guest was indeed not as high as Zheyan, and the job he offered was indeed a lot more important than Zheyan. This honored guest is none other than Prince Ye Hua, Prince of the Nine Heavens, who is still angry with me. When I came in, he was propping himself up, leaning on a rosewood carved chair, looking sleepy, frowning slightly, and his face was as pale as paper.The clothes are still the regular clothes that he wore in the morning, and his hair is not tied, just like him in Qingqiu, only a black silk ribbon is tied at the end of the hair. I glanced left and right, but I didn't see Mr. Xihai Hai in the hall, and remembering what he said to me in front of Yilan Fanghua while holding the dumpling, my blood suddenly turned up, I snorted, and turned around to leave . I was only six or seven steps away from him. When I flicked my sleeves, there was a faint wind behind me, but when I realized it, I was already grabbed by him. Because I was about to leave, but I really wanted to leave, not just playing with a flower gun. If he came to pull me, if he only pulled me lightly, he would definitely not be able to move. He must also understand this truth, so the tugging was a heavy tugging.I didn't consider things thoroughly today, and I didn't expect him to have the courage to stop me without paying attention to my 140,000-year penance.As a result, if she didn't pay attention, she was dragged by him and staggered, and crashed straight into his arms. I knocked him back three or four times in awe-inspiring manner, until he hit the huge crystal pillar in the center of the hall.But he tightly pressed his lips together, not letting go, his eyes were turbulent black. His hands are so strong, I struggled for a long time without breaking free, and was about to use a spell, but he turned around, locked my hands, leaned his body, and pressed me against the wall of the pillar. This posture is indeed a horrible posture. When I was in Mortal Realm, I saw a book of painted eroticism, and there was a page in the middle, which was drawn like this. While thinking about it, I suddenly felt a slight pain in my neck.He, he, he bit on it, those teeth, those teeth are too sharp! ! ! I was pressured by his right time, place and place, and I couldn't resist at all.His breath was heavy, his lips and tongue slowly moved between my neck, my heart was clear, but my body couldn't stop trembling.Inexplicable emotions rushed over my face, my hands wanted to break free more and more, but the break free was not for pushing away, vaguely, these hands seemed to be out of my control, and hugged him tightly. A voice came from thousands of mountains and rivers in his mind. He said, "If I lose everything, would you still follow me?" Immediately, a woman chuckled and replied, "Except for the sword in the corner, You don't have anything in the first place, even that sword is of no great use other than chopping firewood and roasting wild game, so I don't despise you either." These thoughtless words turned my originally clear spiritual platform into a pot of paste, from the tips of my hair to the tips of my toes, I no longer belonged to me. A longing that seemed to have been waiting for thousands of years overflowed from the bottom of my heart, and this longing was firmly locked. Hold me so I can't move.He opened my front placket with one hand, and moved his hot lips from the collarbone all the way to the heart.Because of the 70,000-year-old painstaking care of Mo Yuan, there is always a three-inch long knife mark on my heart, and the mark is extremely deep.His left hand that locked my hands was slightly stiff, but the lock was tighter, and his lips slid over the scar on my heart over and over again.I raised my head and grunted.Where he kissed, there was a stabbing pain from inside, which was worse than a knife piercing it. The pain brought back a bit of my sanity, and my whole body seemed to lose strength, and my whole body was about to slide down the pillar wall. He finally let go.As soon as my hands were free, without thinking about it, I slapped him in the face first.It's a pity that this slap failed to reach the real point, and was intercepted by him halfway, and was dragged into his arms again.His right hand stuck into my unclosed skirt and pressed it against my heart, his face was still as pale as paper, but his eyes were burning. He said, "Bai Qian, do you have a place for me here?" He has asked me this sentence twice, but I really don't know how to answer him.He naturally has a place in my heart, but I don't know if the place he said is the same as the place I said.In the past two days, I have been silently thinking about what kind of position he occupies in my heart.After much deliberation, but always a headache. His hot hand on my chest gradually became cold, and the burning light in his eyes gradually dimmed, leaving only a deep blackness. After a long while, he removed his palm and said slowly: "You have been waiting for so many years, just waiting for that person to come back , since that person has come back, naturally you can't make room for others here, it's my delusion." I suddenly looked up at him: "How do you know that Mo Yuan is back?" Although I don't quite understand what he meant by this passage, Mo Yuan is Mo Yuan and he is him, and whether Mo Yuan will come back or not has a place in my heart. It doesn't matter what the location is.But about Mo Yuan's return, only Zheyan, Fourth Brother and I should know about it, what's more, Migu and Bifang are added, but where did he hear about it? He turned his head to look outside the hall, and said calmly: "On the night before returning to the Heavenly Palace, God Zheyan mentioned it to me. I just went to Qingqiu to look for you, and met him again on the way, and exchanged a few words with him. I Not only do you know that person is back, but you also know that in order for him to wake up as soon as possible, you will definitely go to Tiangong to borrow the Jiepo Lantern." After a pause, he continued, "What else are you going to do after borrowing the Jiepo Lantern?" It seems that Zheyan told him everything that should be said and should not be said.I propped my forehead and sighed, and said: "Go to Yingzhou to get the Shenzhi grass, spend his 70,000 years of cultivation, let him wake up quickly." He turned his head suddenly, his dark eyes were made even darker by his pale face, he looked at me for a while, and said word by word: "You are crazy." Because the aura of each fairy is different, when the gods cross each other's cultivation levels, if they cross too much, it is very easy to disturb their aura, mess up their cultivation, and finally fall into the devil's way.And the Shenzhi grass is the spiritual grass that purifies the immortal lake. This time, I want to cross the 70,000-year cultivation base of Mo Yuan. In order to avoid self-defeating, I must blindly escort the Shenzhi grass.Refining my 70,000-year cultivation base together with Shenzhi grass into a elixir and feeding it to Die Yong, it is estimated that Mo Yuan will wake up within three months. Because of the functions of the Shenzhi grass, God Father was worried that some little gods would not practice the right way, so he destroyed all the Shenzhi grass in the wild, leaving only Yingzhou in the East China Sea to plant some.Even these grasses are watched by the four fierce beasts Hundun, Zhuwu, Qiongqi and Taotie.After the father god returned to chaos, the four fierce beasts inherited half of the father god's divine power and were very ferocious.I especially remember the scars all over my body when my father went to Yingzhou to fetch Shenzhi grass for me when my mother in Yanhua Cave wanted to help me cultivate.Like Dad, there are few gods in the sky and earth who can rival his cultivation level, and he was entangled by the fierce beasts guarding the gods. He suffered serious injuries. I went here, and he rated it well. Acting like a lunatic, he probably needs to get a serious injury to raise him. There was only three or two steps between him and me. Since he let go of me, I have not changed my position leaning against the huge pillar.He just raised his hand and trapped me between the pillars, his eyes were completely dull, and he gritted his teeth and said, "For that person, you don't even want your life?" The look on his face, but it seems that the two of us have lost a corner. What he said is strange, if I really can't beat those four beasts, I just turn around and run away.There is no need to risk your life in exchange.In this kind of place, my brain is still clear, and I can't get back the Shenzhi grass. If I guard Master for seven or eight thousand years, there will be no serious problems. But looking at his pale and solemn face, I suddenly remembered a very important matter.According to the speed of my usual practice, such a serious injury and a loss of 70,000 years of cultivation, it will take 20,000 to 30,000 years to recover.In these two to thirty thousand years, naturally there was no one who could endure eighty-one wildfires and nine thunderstorms to succeed to the throne, and I have never heard of any emperor who succeeded to the throne without a queen.From this point of view, if this paper marriage contract binds him and me like grasshoppers on a boat, it is not so appropriate. I coughed, looked up at him and said, "Our marriage contract should be void." He shook and said, "What did you say?" I pushed his hand away, groped for the teacup on the table and took a sip of tea, and heard my own voice dryly: "This has nothing to do with you, it was just that Sang Ji did something wrong back then, which made us Qingqiu lost face, Tianjun made such a disgraceful appointment in order to let the two families have a step down. This time, I, Qingqiu, proposed to withdraw from the engagement, and we each withdraw. No one owes anyone anymore." He didn't move for a while, turned his back to me for a long time, and then said: "Tonight, you come to my room, the Jiepo Lantern is not in the sky, but here with me." After finishing speaking, he didn't turn around to look at me, just walked out of the hall Go, but almost bumped into another crystal pillar next to the gate of the temple. I said dryly, "Be careful." He stabilized his figure, put his hand on his forehead, and said lightly: "I've been thinking about it all this time, but how much I owe you, how much you owe me, I'm afraid the horoscope has already become a mess and I can't figure it out." His slender back looks very desolate.