No Love

"No, General, do you mean that the God Emperor cannot survive here?"

The disc king took a step back and shouted loudly, afraid that others could not hear him.

"This king warns you: The divine fortune teller once said, 'Ten thousand years from now, the God Emperor will surely be alive!'"

Xue Mo raised his hand and looked at his palm. "Your family built a mourning tent for a living person?"

The Disc King yelled, "I'm here to offer my condolences."

"I didn't say you can't offer condolences."

Xue Mo grabbed the collar of the King of Dishes, and Shen Youan hugged his arm and looked at him eagerly. He begged:

"I am here to pay my respects, not to be buried with you. This box is filled with gold."

Xue Mo gently raised her hand, and with a little force, Shen Youan flew again:

"These boxes are too ugly. Change them."

This time it didn't fly far and fell on the Qikong Liuxian Bridge.

On the wing of Liuxian Bridge, Hua Niang sat in a carefree and affectionate manner, gently waving a round fan in her hand.

Shen Youan stood up in a panic, looking at this femme fatale, and was furious. I am a member of the royal family, a king with a title and a name tag, but you guys treat me like a refugee and throw me here one by one. I will fight back!

Outrageous!

"Madam Hua, the king is back."

As soon as the King of Dishes stood up, Hua Niang whipped him with a whip. The King of Dishes quickly bent over and held his head, flying towards the headquarters like an oversized ball...

Before Xue Mo could stand firm, a meatball flew in from the sky. It snorted coldly and swung its palm, sending a strong wind over...

Inside the government building, Nan Li stood on a peach tree, watching the football game in the distance with great interest.

The Imperial City of Qingtian Mountain, Shou'an Palace.

The eight white jade screens were carved with plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, pine, crane, mountains and rivers, palaces, birds, beasts, insects and fish, but there was no human figure.

A spiritual mirror was suspended in the middle, and in the mirror was Shen Youan flying around in a mess.

Against the wall there is a painting of a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and under the screen is a phoenix couch.

A pure aqua blue brocade was spread there, with cushions of the same color, and a pair of pink and purple embroidered shoes were placed on the pure red fox carpet in front of the couch.

"Qingcheng, what did you see?"

There was a sound of clothes rubbing against each other behind the screen, and a jade-like foot as tender as a spring onion slowly descended.

A hand as white as jade slowly stretched out, with a phoenix embroidered with colorful gold thread on the bright yellow robe sleeve, revealing its noble head.

The palace maid named Qingcheng walked over briskly, her slender waist causing her skirt to flutter. A hand as bark-like as old tree bark stretched out and held the spring jade-like hand.

The old palace maid had a face full of wrinkles and a bright red peony was pinned on her gray hair.

"My lady, that idiot really didn't see him."

The old maid spoke, her voice was like a yellow oriole,

"Even that little thing thought it was out of the control of the queen."

The woman walked slowly towards them, her silver hair was like snow, she had a bright yellow headband on her forehead, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, her skin was as white as jade, her nose was delicate and upturned, and her lips had beautiful curves, as if the best painter had painted two strokes on her face.

Her posture is graceful yet dignified, and her steps are elegant yet graceful.

She is the oldest woman in the Shen family - the great-grandmother of Shen Jiayi.

Empress Dowager Ciyan. The first princess in the Heavenly Spirit Realm to marry a god and a demon. She comes from the ancient Heavenly Demon Clan.

She had no children, and only relied on the favor of Shen Jiayi's great-grandfather to have the last laugh.

He is one of Shen Jiayi's most hated "relatives".

"You are talking nonsense again. I am a woman in the harem. I am powerless and have no power to mobilize troops. How can I control this little thing?"

Ci Yan stepped one foot onto the red fox carpet, and Qing Cheng immediately squatted down to take off the shoe on her other foot.

Ci Yan walked barefoot on the carpet, opened her arms and turned in a circle like a child.

The white hair is flying and the clothes are fluttering.

Suddenly, Ci Yan fell down on the carpet and rubbed her face against the fox fur.

Take a deep breath, lie on your side and look at Qingcheng.

"Your Majesty will always be so beautiful. It's just a pity that you are trapped in this deep palace. Alas, you can't even see someone who appreciates your beauty."

Qingcheng looked at the white-haired beauty and couldn't help but sigh, "If the queen was born five million years later, those little bitches wouldn't have had the chance to covet the God Emperor!"

"Hehe, Qingcheng, ah Qingcheng, you have followed me for so many years, but you haven't made any progress at all."

Ci Yan smiled and rolled over, her face still pressed against the fox blanket. Her eyes were filled with smiles, and she raised one of her jade feet and rubbed it against Qingcheng's face.

Qingcheng held up her jade feet with her hand, while a teenage palace maid held up a red agate plate filled with Dankou.

Qingcheng took the nail polish and carefully painted Ciyan's toenails.

"My lady, I just can't accept it: she didn't help the God Emperor in any way, so why did he win his heart? The most annoying thing is that she is not the most beautiful woman. Humph, if it was a beauty pageant, she would not be qualified to enter the top ten."

"Qingcheng, you still... Alas, you won't understand even if I tell you more."

Ci Yan supported the blanket with her elbows and held her chin with one hand. Her eyes darkened a little and her gaze involuntarily drifted outside the hall.

In front of the temple, a Buddha's hand entered the frame through the lattice window, and a beauty pine tree reached out from under the Buddha's hand...

The scenery is beautiful and the people are beautiful.

Why can't I catch his eye?

Who is that arrogant and domineering Miss Shi?

Being arrogant and domineering will definitely not please men. Do you still have a chance?

Ci Yan retracted her gaze, fixed it on the eight folding screens, and sighed:

"What's the point of her trying to please me? The Emperor of God won't even look at her. What a waste of that beautiful face."

Qingcheng was also helpless. She put Dankou back, stood up, and bowed:

"My lady, I will invite her here. Will you take the trouble to train her?"

Humph, ignorance.

If a man doesn't have you in his heart, no matter how beautiful your appearance is, it's useless.

She only has a chance if she dies!

With a kind face, she waved her hand, the gentleness in her eyes quietly disappeared, and a murderous aura emerged.

Although I didn't have the chance to meet her face to face, just based on those rumors, she is not someone who is willing to be controlled by others!

The second young master of Biyue Tianhai!

If you enter this deep palace... you will be like an eagle with broken wings?

Broken wings?!

It can be voluntary or it can be forced!

Either way, you are no longer you!

The young man is pleasing to the eye and above the top, and ordinary colors are hard to see! Your appearance is just an alternative novelty. Dazzling bright colors.

Shatter your pride, remove all your barbs! What can you use to attract his attention?

"Qingcheng, go and tell them: I miss my great-grandson so much that I can't eat or sleep well..."

Qingcheng stood up and was about to leave, but the little palace maid holding the tray suddenly knelt down and said in a trembling voice:

"Master, I have an idea..."

Qingcheng kicked the little palace maid in the abdomen. The little palace maid's body instantly flew into the air, and she fell down on the bluestone paved ground after two flips.

There was a hint of blood at the corners of the little palace maid's mouth.

Qingcheng turned around and stepped heavily on the little palace maid's back with one foot.

Crack! The little palace maid heard the sound of a broken spine.

"You are a person who doesn't know the difference between high and low. When will it be your turn to speak in Shou'an Palace?"