No Love

"Qingcheng, stop it."

A gentle voice came from the little palace maid, and a glimmer of hope flashed in her dead eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

Qingcheng snorted coldly when she heard that, then slowly lifted her foot and placed it aside.

The little palace maid supported her body with both hands, crawled to the edge of the fox fur blanket and stopped, suppressing the discomfort caused by the severe pain. She swallowed with blood flowing down the corners of her lips, and smiled a perfect smile, saying in a delicate voice:

"Master, the youngest daughter is always the most powerful one in the harem, so push her to the court. The Qingtian Mountain has gone through tens of millions of years, when has it ever seen such a big water?

The heavens must be angry, condemning her for using the emperor to control the princes."

Qingcheng curled her lips, and her face became even uglier with wrinkles all over it. "My Lady, let me remind you that she is not alone. Those people behind her are not easy to mess with!"

The murderous look in Ci Yan's eyes disappeared, and tenderness appeared. With a flick of her spring jade-like finger, Shen Youan's guards in front of the headquarters appeared in the spirit mirror one by one.

The edge of the spirit mirror was very blurry, and I didn't know whose clothes were blocking half of the spirit mirror!

Qingcheng was furious, pointing at the edge of the spirit mirror and cursing: "Old man, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you are the master of all immortals!"

"Don't be rude to Immortal Lord Dong Ling."

Ci Yan scolded in a gentle voice, and her fingertips turned to shoot out another ray of spiritual light that filled the spiritual mirror. The spiritual mirror still showed those idiots.

However, the color of the corner of the clothes that covered the spiritual mirror was clearer. It was a long pink gauze with plum blossom and bamboo shadow patterns of the same color embroidered on the corners, revealing the pattern!

is her!

The plum blossom and bamboo shadow pattern is embroidered in secret, and the Divine Emperor ordered: the clothes made for her by the Imperial Clothing Workshop. Each piece is unique and worth a lot of money.

You can never go wrong by judging a person by his clothes!

A trace of fear flashed across Ci Yan's eyes, but it was fleeting. The hands that were supporting the fox fur blanket clenched subconsciously, causing wrinkles to appear on the blanket.

"Qingcheng, clean up. Shen Youan, that fool, can't beat this little thing. You have to do it yourself."

Qingcheng was stunned at first, then looked over suspiciously, and cautiously tested: "My lady, will this servant come in person?"

Ciyan nodded slightly. She glanced at the little palace maid from the corner of her eye and said softly:

"Qingcheng, you're too harsh."

Qingcheng lowered her head, "I will definitely reflect on this."

"It won't happen again."

"I will obey your Majesty's order."

Ci Yan shook her head slightly, stood up, took out a red porcelain bottle from the secret compartment of the phoenix couch, poured out a snow-white pill, and threw it over.

"Your Majesty left this for me before he went on a secret visit. This is a royal medicine that can cure all kinds of injuries."

Qingcheng lowered her head, a trace of pity flashed in her eyes. The hand in her sleeve clenched into a fist, and then quietly opened it.

The little palace maid was extremely surprised and quickly put the pill into her mouth.

The pill was put into the mouth, but not actually swallowed, and was cleverly pressed under the root of the tongue.

She practiced this move hundreds of thousands of times.

"Thank you for your reward, Master."

The little palace maid kowtowed to express her gratitude.

Ci Yan smiled gently, and a palace maid brought tea. Ci Yan took a sip and put it back on the tea tray.

She sat sideways on the edge of the phoenix couch, with her white jade hands crossed in front of her.

Qiu Shui's eyes were filled with love, and she said softly, "Qingcheng has been spoiled by me. Well, let me give you this cup of tea as a reward. Just consider it as an apology from me on her behalf."

Qingcheng snorted coldly and said angrily: "My lady, she is just a lowly servant, how can she be worthy!"

He looked at her tenderly. Qingcheng immediately lowered her head.

A trace of panic flashed in the little palace maid's eyes, and the palace maid who served the tea handed over the tea tray.

……

In front of the headquarters, Tian Songjun crossed his arms and looked at Xue Mo in a good mood.

"Tian Shuai, you should change your clothes. Wearing this... is out of place."

Xue Mo looked at his face which looked like ash at the bottom of a pot, and she was giving him face by holding back from vomiting.

"No, other clothes cost money. This is free."

Tian Songjun walked up to Xue Mo with a general's step, speaking loudly, then suddenly lowered his voice and signaled Shen Youan's guards with his eyes:

"We can't take the money they brought? Why are you refusing to accept it?"

Xue Mo glared at him and said, "There are no boxes. These low-quality boxes won't last long. The equipment in the headquarters is damaged. How much can you put in your pocket?"

"Xue Mo, ah Xue Mo, how much is the box worth? You are so... If you don't want it, I will take it."

Tian Songjun waved to his subordinates while speaking, and Xue Mo stepped aside to make some distance.

The Shuiwan soldiers took out their tokens and walked towards them. The two sides argued for a while, which gave Xue Mo a headache. A palm wind was sent out, and a series of slaps rang out in front of the camp gate!

There were a series of crisp sounds, and Shen Youan's guards immediately knelt down.

"Thanks."

Tian Songjun smiled and clasped his fists, "After this is over, I will treat you to a drink."

The Shuiwan soldiers happily carried the boxes and left, heading in the opposite direction of the headquarters.

Xue Mo shook his head, Shen Youan flew over again, Tian Songjun spun around and kicked, whoosh!

Shen Youan flew back N times!

Nan Li, who was watching the fun from the government, smiled and shook his head, "This kind of method...just wait for your defeat."

"Again!"

Hua Niang on Liuxian Bridge stood up and gripped the whip tighter. She looked at the 'ball' flying towards her and gathered all her magic power on the tip of the whip. She decided - this time she would send the King of Dishes back home!

call!

A strong wind blew, and a powerful murderous aura swept over. Hua Niang lost her balance and fell into the Ningshui River...

Within the area, Shen Jiayi looked at the person sleeping soundly in the grass and shook her head helplessly.

Outside the area, under the flagpole, Han Zhengxun paced anxiously beside the ladder.

Lieyan was holding the little tiger cub and blocking the ladder.

"Captain, I know Her Highness is up there. Please move aside. I have something important to discuss with her."

"Lord Envoy, you are in charge. I apologize. The person hanging at the end of the flagpole is His Majesty. I have to ensure His Majesty's safety. No one is allowed to approach."

Han Zhengxun suddenly turned around and pretended to rush upwards. Lieyan changed the angle of the little tiger cub to face him!

Zhan Wushuang stared with his eyes wide open, roaring in a childish voice.

"Liehyan, don't go too far!"

Han Zhengxun became anxious, and stretched out his right palm, revealing a palm sword (one of the most commonly used swords by high-level immortals in the Celestial Spirit Realm, also called a companion sword, a natal sword, or an immortal sword. It is connected to the natal soul. It is regarded as the second life of the immortals in the celestial realm.) - until it reached Lieyan's chest.

The little tiger cub was not afraid at all and opened his mouth to bite the tip of the sword!

"Let go! Let go! Little thing, if I use my strength you will die!"

Han Zhengxun yelled.

The little tiger cub ignored it.

Lieyan looked at him with contempt and flicked his finger on the sword.

hum.

The sword trembled and made a humming sound.

The little tiger cub quickly spat out the tip of the sword, raised his little paws and rubbed his mouth continuously!

"Lieyan, you... are going too far..."

Han Zhengxun jumped up, pointed at the flames and shouted,

"Your Highness has added several Star Posts privately. These people have no idea of ​​their origins... They simply popped up out of thin air! They entered the Star Palace directly without going through the layers of screening at the Star Court!"

"Nonsense! Isn't Jin Yu from Xingting Mansion? Isn't Bei Xuan from Tianshen Temple? Isn't you, Han Lingshi, the inspector of Xingchen Division?"

The flames leaped higher than he did, and were louder than he was,

"Aren't the twenty-four envoys specializing in examining and examining the Star Posts? Who else are we looking for? Who else are we looking for?!"