There are no clouds for thousands of miles, but the sun is not so blazing. Even though it is warm on both sides of the Red River, it has finally come to the middle of winter. The slightly cold wind blowing over the stone platform did not bring up the smoke and dust in the crevices of the bluestone, but made the white flowers on the ground tremble slightly, making it look more sad.
Luoluo stood outside the pear blossoms all over the ground, her figure was a bit lonely.
On her still innocent and more beautiful face, she didn't see too obvious emotions, but thinking about the previous resolution in the stone palace, listening to the sound of rites and music that became smooth again at the Whale Falling Platform, thinking about what will happen later. When the letter of credence was promulgated, many patriarchs and generals couldn't bear to look at her, bowed their heads or turned around to look away.
Luoluo didn't seem to notice this, and walked forward, her little leather boots stepped on the soft little white flowers without making any sound.
There was still some distance from the pear tree, so she stopped, because an extremely towering figure like a mountain stopped in front of him.
She looked up and found that it was the Great Elder who loved her the most since she was a child.
The patriarch of the Xiang clan looked at her silently without speaking, but there were many complex emotions in his eyes, just like the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, which were hard to sort out.
In his calm eyes, there are gentleness, pampering, apology, and request.
Luoluo understood what he meant, and said in a soft voice, "I didn't think of that."
The apology in the eyes of the patriarch of the Xiang clan became more and more intense, and he said, "This is what His Majesty meant."
Luoluo looked at him with her small face up, and said calmly, "So what?"
It was quiet on the observation deck, especially after she showed up.
Although her voice was very soft, it clearly reached the ears of all the big figures of the Monster Race.
The patriarch of the Xiang clan was stunned, the grandpa of the Lu clan was stunned, the patriarch of the carp clan was stunned, and all the dignitaries on the viewing platform were stunned.
Because they didn't expect that Her Royal Highness Princess, who has always been known for being cute but sensible, well-behaved and obedient, would actually say such words.
so what? These simple four words seem to be just doubts or inquiries, but who can't hear the indifference and toughness hidden in them
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Luoluo walked to the pear tree.
She looked at the young demon under the tree, and found that he was indeed handsome, and the aura he exuded was not very disgusting to herself.
Her eyes fell on his hair, she confirmed that there were no magic horns, she felt slightly amused, and then felt a little bewildered.
As the most honorable princess of the Yao clan, she has always been under the strictest protection no matter in the capital or in Baidi City, so she has no chance to participate in the Great Court Examination, and she has no way to enter the Tianshu Mausoleum with others to observe the stele and enlighten the Tao, let alone Allowed to enter the Zhouyuan trial.
So she has little chance to meet the real demons.
It was only on that unforgettable night at the Orthodox Academy many years ago that she met her once.
The horned demon fell into Zhou Tong's hands, so he should have died long ago, right
At that time, he hadn't even succeeded in washing his marrow. Wouldn't he be afraid when he stood in front of him
A white flower fell from the branch and brushed her temples, bringing her back to her senses.
She asked curiously, "Are you the Demon Lord?"
Her eyes are clear, like streams, and she can see all the real emotions.
Obviously, she didn't have any anger towards this young Demon Lord, but she was really curious.
"Yes."
The Demon Lord looked at her quietly, and suddenly said, "You can call me by my name, Nero."
There is nothing special about this sentence and the slight pause in the middle.
But if Heipao and Moshuai are present, they will be very surprised.
If those princes and ministers in Xuelao City were present, they might even faint from fright.
Although his calm tone concealed real arrogance, he told her his real name and allowed her to use it.
Luoluo didn't know the rules of the demon royal family, nor did she care about them.
She looked at him and asked, "You want to marry me?"
The Demon Lord raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Not bad."
Luo Luo asked, "Why?"
The purpose of marriage is naturally to prove the alliance.
This is a very clear answer, and Mo Jun believed that she knew it too, but she couldn't answer it like this.
This is the dignity of a king, the reserve that the royal family should have, and the respect they give to each other.
So the answer he gave was still admiration.
He said he had admired her for a long time.
Of course Luoluo knew that this couldn't be the truth, just like she knew why he wanted to marry her.
But she still continued to ask: "Did you know me before?"
Many bigwigs, including the head of the Xiang clan, thought they knew why she kept asking questions.
She wants to prove that the Demon Lord is lying.
She wanted to prove that the Demon Lord didn't know herself before, so naturally she had nothing to admire for a long time.
But what's the point of proving this
From their point of view, His Highness Luoluo at this moment is like a child biting the tip of his pen, thinking hard about how to solve a pattern problem.
Even if she was allowed to solve this problem, who would care if she was right or wrong
"Of course, you will appreciate it just because you know it. I believe that one day in the future, you will have the same opinion."
The Demon Lord looked at her calmly, appearing very confident.
Luoluo suddenly took a few steps back, came outside the white flowers, and looked under the tree again.
She tilted her head, frowning slightly, looking a little distressed for some reason, very cute.
At a glance, it is a painting.
Outside the fence is the blue sky, high and clear.
A pear tree, covered with fine white flowers.
He stands under a tree.
When the wind blows, the flowers fall like rain.
fell on his shoulders.
fell on his clothes.
This painting is really beautiful.
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The Demon Lord didn't speak, and let her look at him.
Because he is standing in the painting at this time.
There was a faint smile on his face, and tiredness and boredom gradually appeared in the depths of his eyes.
At the very beginning, Luoluo didn't show any fear of him like those noble girls in Xuelao City, nor did he put on a deliberately arrogant and indifferent look like his sisters, but just opened his bright eyes like ordinary girls Expressed curiosity, which did arouse some interest in him.
But that interest has faded a lot over time.
Especially seeing Luoluo's expression at this time.
This painting was originally drawn by him for her to see.
He thought with a slight mockery, women are women, after all, they still like these nihilistic and ridiculous things.
Just as he was thinking like this, he suddenly heard a sentence.
"Have you seen that painting of mine?"
The speaker is Luoluo.
The Demon Lord suppressed his smile, looked at her and said calmly, "I don't understand what you mean."
"I drew a picture three days ago."
Luo Luo looked at him and said, "I didn't expect to see the real scene today."
The Demon Lord raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Really? That's such a coincidence."
"Of course it's not a coincidence. It should be that my mother knew that I liked that painting very much, so I showed it to you. The spring breeze came in the middle of winter, and the pear trees were full of flowers. You are under the tree... These details are very good. The pear blossoms are beautiful. You It’s also very beautiful, and the way of touching the scene is very natural, but both mother and you are wrong about one thing.”
"What went wrong?"
"Even if everything is designed to be perfect, you can't be the person in my painting."
"Why?"
"Because that painting is not something I imagined out of thin air, but it already exists."
Luoluo looked at him with sympathetic eyes, like looking at a child biting the tip of a pen, thinking hard about how to solve a pattern problem.
You think you have found the correct way to solve the problem, but you don't know the meaning of the problem at all.
The Demon Lord vaguely guessed the answer, and asked, "Who is this person in the painting?"
Luoluo opened her eyes wide and said seriously, "Of course it's my husband."