Lingxi couldn't help laughing at the side, and kindly reminded: "The stew was originally to replenish your qi and coagulate your blood. It is Tianjun's good intention. If the fairy wants to be like us, then he will not eat or drink all day long. , Tianjun is the Supreme Immortal, he no longer needs to be contaminated with those miscellaneous grains, and he only eats every day just to accompany you, so don’t live up to his infatuation."
Qianhua's heart sank: This problem involves the so-called "infatuation", which would be a big trouble. It is true that Mo Yunye did it for his own good. When he realized that his blood was weak and his qi was loose, he thought he wanted to nourish his blood and qi, but he didn't know that Qianhua's spiritual power was loose. The real reason is that Qianhua can't tell him Fengxuan's diagnosis. If he invites a master to examine him and find out a Wolf Lord inner elixir, the world will be in chaos. Therefore, Qianhua has no choice but to eat coptis. Although it was painful, she said sweetly: "Okay, then please ask Lingxi to send the soup directly to my room. I want to drink it before going to bed, because the stuff is so nourishing that I feel like sleeping every time I drink it." How do you feel about being safe and sound?"
There was no one at the bedside before going to bed, so Qianhua could have poured it out of the window. It was indeed a pity, but nourishing the flowers and plants outside the house still had its own sacrifice value, so after making this suggestion, she eagerly waited for Mo Yunye's approval.
Mo Yunye didn't think too much and naturally agreed: "Whatever you think is good, Lingxi just do it."
From then on, Qianhua used the ginseng, date and quail soup every day to nourish a fairy fruit tree in the back garden of Xiyuan. The fairy fruit tree was none other than the one that Mo Yunye picked for Qianhua that day by the Fushui River. After Qianhua peeled off the skin and flesh of the fairy fruit, he threw the core away and accidentally threw it in the garden. From then on, he accidentally planted willows to provide shade. Under the care of the nourishing stew, it grew wildly. It broke the ground in three days and sprouted in three days. , and it became a small sapling in three days! Qianhua was proud and excited about this for several days: she had not wasted the soup that Mo Yunye had worked so hard to stew, nor was she wasting the fruits that he picked casually.
In addition, Qianhua worked hard to fulfill her duties as a Queen of Heaven. She took the initiative to familiarize herself with the female precepts, took the initiative to visit immortal friends, took the initiative to help the Heavenly Lord punish the disobedient people, and took the initiative to comfort everyone as a "Queen of Heaven". Encountered a wall, but in line with the spirit of "repeated battles, repeated defeats, repeated defeats", Qianhua Leng endured what ordinary people could not endure, and made this heartless queen achieve "unprecedented and unparalleled" "But as long as she obeys and doesn't cross the line, Mo Yunye will turn a blind eye to it.
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So day after day, the clouds are clear and the wind is gentle, until one night the bright moon shines brightly, and the jade toads look like disks.
Qianhua came back from wandering outside early, locked the door of Xiyuan's boudoir, and waited for the arrival of Nanliyue. Her little heart was so anxious that she forgot to pour the ginseng, jujube and quail soup that Lingxi had sent in the evening. The turmoil of the demonic spirit in the belly is still there, and the aroma is overflowing.
Qianhua expected that Nan Liyue would definitely come, but Nan Liyue didn't expect that she would drop all trivial matters and just wait, so she gently pulled Yan's lips and asked with a half-smile: "But you missed me?"
"Take the inner elixir and don't come here again!" Nan Liyue never expected that what Luo Qianhua would throw at her was such a basin of cold water that was freezing from head to toe.
Nanli Yueyun gently covered up the flash of loneliness and loss in her eyes, and asked calmly: "Why?"
Qianhua sighed softly, and explained in an apologetic but confident tone: "My family and I are almost as close to each other as you described at the beginning. You also know that he hates you the most. If he knows that we are on the fifteenth day of every month, Meet after dusk... It is true that we are innocent, and we are inevitably gossiped about by others. What's more, having your demon spirit in my body goes against the will of heaven. In the future, it may be difficult for me to become the Queen of Heaven and survive the catastrophe, so you'd better take it away as soon as possible. I'm hurt. It's just that I'm injured, I'm destined to suffer the consequences, not to mention that now that Yun is by my side, I won't be lonely even if I stay in bed for three and a half months."
After a long speech, Nan Liyue, who was already taciturn, was even more speechless. After being indifferent for a long time, she snorted softly, leaving only a casual sentence: "I'll go find Fengxuan, and I'll come as soon as I make an appointment." Looking for you, you can take care of yourself during the days when I am not here."
Nan Liyue's promise should have made Qianhua feel relieved, but listening to his lonely and ethereal tone at this moment made her heart inexplicably uneasy. Even though the sour pain in her heart was clear, Qianhua refused to admit it, but when Qianhua asked: "What about the next ten years?" You won't come again even if you are five, right?", and after receiving Nan Liyue's cold "Yes", Qianhua's sudden sense of loss was so suppressed that it was uncomfortable, so she could no longer bear to stare at Nan Liyue. A pair of eyes as deep as ink filled with blurred waves, Qianhua glanced around and then pounced on the ginseng, jujube and quail soup on the jade table.
I had completely forgotten that I had to throw away the nourishing soup every day, but now I drank it without thinking. I even sighed while drinking, nakedly hiding the pain in my heart: "Actually, this soup is really delicious. It's a pity that I can't make up for it, it's really wasted."
This remark can be understood as a pun. After saying a thousand words, his face turned red and his heart became sour. It is true that "I am moved to tears by the flowers, and the birds are frightened by the hatred".
Nan Liyue probably didn't pay attention. Xu was used to pretending to be indifferent as if nothing had happened. He only slowly approached and took away her bowl lightly: "Since you know you shouldn't drink, you still insist on it?"
Qianhua smiled bitterly and subconsciously replied: "It's like being addicted. I don't expect it when it's not in front of me. But when I put it in front of me, I always have a strong desire to drink it."
Nan Liyue frowned and asked seriously, "How long has it been since you were addicted to alcohol?"
Qianhua was stunned for a moment, then she was shocked and suddenly realized when he mentioned it: "Yes! It seems that after I fell in love with this quail soup, I almost never got addicted to alcohol again. If you didn't mention it, I would really forget that there are still people in this world. It’s also a good thing called ‘Zui Qianmi’!”
"Now that you think about Zui Qianmi, have you ever had a strong desire to drink it?"
"...No, I really want to drink this bowl of quail soup now, please give it back to me!" Qianhua reached out to grab Nan Liyue's bowl, but Nan Liyue dodged lightly and asked coldly: "You don't Do you think there is a problem? Your addiction has shifted to this bad soup? "
"This isn't some bad soup, this is what my Yundou gave me to replenish my health."
"There's definitely something wrong with this! I'm going to take it back and ask Lu He to take a good look at it, so you can take care of yourself!"
This sentence of "take care of yourself" is a true farewell. Qianhua swayed around the world, and Nanliyue had broken out of the window and walked away on the moon. Qianhua was really impressed by this: Even if he was not allowed to drink the soup, he didn't have to hold it. Let's go with the bowl? (To be continued)