Side hall.
Yin Zhen, a cultivator from the Refining Void Realm, presented the invitation and said respectfully, "Elder Wu, the middle of next month is the Wenliang Hundred Flowers Festival. The King of Zhenbei spent eight months preparing and gathered all the rare flowers and plants from all over the world. He ordered Yin to present the invitation and invite the cultivators from the Fuyao Palace to come and enjoy it."
The beautiful lady in palace dress named Elder Wu was a little dumbfounded, thinking that King Zhenbei was really persistent and had a perseverance that was rare in the world.
But the Palace Master had gone out, and someone was already there. The King of Zhenbei was afraid that he had worked for five hundred years in vain.
When the words came to his lips, Elder Wu didn't know what to say.
She secretly thought that she was unlucky, and said tactfully: "Thank you, King Zhenbei, for your kindness. This elder will lead the disciples to attend the meeting in the middle of next month, and it will not be in vain for the prince's painstaking efforts."
“Elder Wu, you’re joking. The presence of the fairies from Fu Yao Palace adds glory to the Hundred Flowers Festival. We should be the ones to thank them.” Yin Zhen waved his hands repeatedly.
The two smiled at each other, and then...
The atmosphere became awkward.
After waiting for a long time, Yin Zhen saw that Elder Wu looked at his nose and his heart, and seemed to be in seclusion to practice on the spot, so he had to say, "Elder Wu, to be honest, before leaving, the King of Zhenbei also told Yin to make sure to deliver the invitation to Palace Master Yan."
"Palace Master...she..." Elder Wu hesitated.
The money offensive is effective everywhere, and the world of immortal cultivation is no exception.
Over the years, Zhenbei King Peng Xinzhi has frequently sent gifts to Fuyao Palace. Although he has not been able to win the beauty, he firmly believes that he will be able to impress Yan Xiaoshuang with his perseverance.
As a result, people give gifts more frequently, giving more on ordinary days and doubling the amount during festivals.
From the primary industry to the tertiary industry, including materials for cultivating immortals, secular currency, farmland and mines, he took on everything, and it can be said that he supported the entire mountain sect by his own efforts.
If the years are peaceful, there must be someone carrying the burden for you.
This is the reason why the Fu Yao Palace is quiet.
Elder Wu has made a lot of money over the years, but he is too lenient in taking bribes, and is in a dilemma.
Telling the truth would be too hurtful, but hiding it would only make matters worse.
I can only tell the truth!
She took a deep breath and became discouraged again. The art of speech seemed so pale and powerless at this moment. Facing such a great injustice, she really couldn't speak a word.
After all, the truth hurts.
What could she say? That Prince Zhenbei was late and the Palace Master took the pretty boy to the boudoir
That won’t work either, it was obviously the King of Zhenbei who came here first.
"There is no need to do this, Elder Wu. The prince has no intention of forcing you. You just need to hand the invitation to Palace Master Yan." Yin Zhen smiled and handed over a Qiankun Ring.
Seeing this, Elder Wu hurriedly shirked responsibility, repeatedly saying that he would not accept any reward without merit.
Yin Zhen didn't care and added another Qiankun Ring.
Elder Wu: “…”
This time it’s really not about the money!
"Elder Wu?"
"this… "
Elder Wu had a complicated expression on his face. He accepted the invitation reluctantly and rejected the Qiankun Ring: "Young friend Yin, please wait a moment. I will go and ask the Palace Master first. Whether it will work or not, I will give King Zhenbei an explanation today."
"Thank you for your help, Elder Wu."
Yin Zhen has been traveling outside for many years and has seen a lot. He has seen all kinds of situations. Seeing that Elder Wu was unwilling to hand over the Qiankun Ring, he knew that he could not complete the task today.
Fortunately, the problem is not big. He has never succeeded before. King Zhenbei has been defeated repeatedly in battles. A mere failure will only make his fighting spirit more high.
Thinking of this, Yin Zhen couldn't help but sigh. It was truly lamentable that true love met a heart of stone.
If he was being pursued by King Zhenbei, he would have surrendered in five hours, let alone five hundred years.
…
Knock knock knock!
The door to the boudoir rang softly. The bored Lu Bei looked outside the door and said, "Please wait a moment. The palace master has not changed her clothes yet."
Yan Xiaoshuang's face darkened when she heard that. She glared at Lu Bei angrily and sent a message to let Elder Wu come into the house. The atmosphere inside was very good and everyone was neatly dressed. Apart from her leaking the mountain sect's inheritance, there was no unsightly scene.
Elder Wu walked into the room with a nervous look on his face. He saw Yan Xiaoshuang sitting cross-legged on a cushion and Han Miaojun was reading a book.
Elder Wu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was at least a thousand times better than the mess she had imagined.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Lu Bei's back facing the wall, rustling something, probably adjusting his belt or something.
Elder Wu: …
The palace master really didn't treat her as an outsider. She would say goodbye next time. In fact, she was willing to wait a little longer.
"Don't bother with him, he's a bit nervous all the time."
Yan Xiaoshuang stood up, not knowing whether to change the subject or get straight to the point, and said, "Looking at your face, why are you so flustered? What news has come from Zhao Qin?"
Elder Wu handed over the invitation: "Palace Master, this has nothing to do with Zhao Qin, but... the Hundred Flowers Festival is coming next month."
Seeing the invitation, Yan Xiaoshuang roughly understood what was going on. She shook her head and said, "My schedule is full and I don't have any extra arrangements. Please decline this invitation on my behalf."
Elder Wu nodded and was about to leave with the invitation, but suddenly his hands felt empty. He looked to the side and saw Lu Bei who had arrived and was opening the invitation to read it.
For a moment, Elder Wu held his breath and swallowed subconsciously.
In addition, there are some small expectations.
Not much, about the size of a fingertip.
"What is the Hundred Flowers Festival? Is it a parade of beauties? Wen Liang is fine. Art cultivation has penetrated into the people, which is much better than that of Wu Zhou."
While Lu Bei was talking about Wu Zhou's faults, he flipped through the invitation and muttered, "What about Palace Master Yan? Are you the last one to appear, or are you the one to compete for beauty with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum each having their own merits? If you have to spend money to get on the list, I will go to Zhao Qin and kidnap Prince Xin to watch the ceremony. Don't worry, I will suffer and no one will let you suffer."
After saying that, he frowned.
There is something wrong with this invitation!
There is a big problem!
There was silence in the boudoir for a long while. Elder Wu buried his head deeply, and Yan Xiaoshuang closed her eyes and remained silent. Her complicated thoughts were mixed with some secret joy. She wanted to see how the pretty boy would handle the matter.
Han Miaojun, who was reading a book with her head down, woke up with a start. She felt the low pressure in the air and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
She leaned against the windowsill with a book in her hand, her white jade fingers tracing the air, and murmured, "Today's wind is so noisy, and it seems that there will be waves coming in the calm."
Bang!
After a long silence, Lu Bei threw the invitation to the ground fiercely. His gloomy face frightened Elder Wu so much that he shuddered and buried his head even deeper.
At a certain moment, there was an illusion that the sky and earth were changing color, and there was an overwhelming will that overwhelmed the mind.
It felt as if her calamity had arrived early.
"How can this be possible!"
"This is really too much!!"
Lu Bei shouted angrily. He was only one step away from being able to do ten Niang Xipi in one breath.
Yan Xiaoshuang still kept her eyes closed and said nothing, but the corners of her mouth slightly raised showed that she was very satisfied with Lu Bei's angry attitude.
Lu Bei was furious and said, "What a great title, King of Zhenbei, Peng Xinzhi. Is he dissatisfied with me and deliberately gave me such a crappy name?"
After saying that, there was another series of sneers, a white-haired man on the left and an old thief with a gray beard on the right.
The corners of Yan Xiaoshuang's mouth gradually fell, and finally returned to expressionless. Although there was no trace of coolness, a light frost had already formed under her feet.
Han Miaojun was not in the mood. Although she had not seen the invitation, she was quick-witted and, as an old veteran of Liao Zhai, had already guessed the general situation.
How could she let go of such a good opportunity? She added, "Xiao Shuang, why are you so sad? Do you also feel that the title of 'King of Zhenbei' doesn't suit you?"
Yan Xiaoshuang was even more angry. She was laughed at by Han Miaojun for no reason. She felt that the pretty boy's expression was more hateful than ever before. She said in a cold voice: "Master Lu, don't talk nonsense. The title of King of Zhenbei has existed for six hundred years. He is known as the Little King of Wenliang. You were not even here when he became famous!"
"Little King Yan?!"
Lu Bei raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully: "I have already beaten the Great Yan King, so the Little Yan King is nothing. He still wants to suppress the North. Which North is he suppressing?"
"North of Wenliang."
"Oh my, that's amazing!"
Lu Bei let out a weird voice and curled his lips, "He dares to call himself Zhenbei just because he is lonely. I think he is targeting me and has been planning for this for six hundred years in advance."
Yan Xiaoshuang: “…”
Okay, whatever you say is what it is.
"And this invitation, the language is vulgar, the sentences are dirty, the whole thing is nonsense, the words are full of filth, it really polluted my eyes!"
Lu Bei gritted his teeth and said, "This old man is so thick-skinned that he actually took food from this sect master's bowl. I think he is tired of living. Where is the Zhenbei Palace? I want to confiscate it."
Yan Xiaoshuang waited until she wanted to hear what she wanted to hear, but after hearing it, she became even angrier. She swept her sleeves and asked Elder Wu to send the guest away.
Especially the dog in front of him, drive it down the mountain directly.
Elder Wu lowered his head and remained silent, as if he was asleep.
"Elder Wu, where is the old man? Did he deliver the invitation personally?" Lu Bei asked.
"No, the one who sent the invitation was a monk under the command of King Zhenbei, named..."
"Tell that person that Palace Master Yan is busy with dual cultivation. He will be busy not only during the Hundred Flowers Festival, but also every day in the future. When the child is 100 days old, he will be invited to the wedding banquet."
Lu Bei groaned and said, "This sect master will try to set the date tonight and ask him to prepare early. It doesn't matter if he comes or not, but the red envelope must be there."
Elder Wu was dumbfounded. He had never heard such a fresh and unconventional statement. He looked at Yan Xiaoshuang and got a look at the back of his head.
It was a waste of time, so he had to do as Lu Bei said.
The door was closed and Han Miaojun laughed so hard that tears were about to come out.
She was happy, so Yan Xiaoshuang naturally did the opposite. She glared at Lu Bei angrily, annoyed that he didn't say a word.
"come over."
“No!”
"Okay, I'll go over there."
Lu Bei strode forward and raised his hands to hold her slender waist, but Yan Xiaoshuang dodged sideways and was immediately embraced.
"Let go... Hey, wuwu~~~~"
After a short breath-holding, Lu Bei looked at the beauty in his arms and finally understood what it meant to be as beautiful as jade.
Forgive his lack of education, he originally thought it was an adjective, but it turns out to have a literal meaning.
"Are you familiar with that Zhen guy?"
"What? He's rich. If he's rich, you... Oh, it's a waste if you don't pick it up. That's right, I was in a hurry and forgot about sustainable development."
On the other side, Yin Zhen, who had been waiting for a long time, saw Elder Wu’s strange expression and nodded with a smile.
As he expected, he hit a wall again.
Obviously, it is not easy for the King of Zhenbei to ask the beautiful lady to smile at the Hundred Flowers Festival. At least he has to visit her in person to have any chance.
"W-what..."
Yin Zhen's head was spinning, and he stared in astonishment, "Palace Master Ding, Ding Ding is getting married?"
Elder Wu shook his head slightly and said truthfully: "It's not an engagement, it's an auspicious date of 100 days for the young palace master."