Water Reflects Peach Blossoms

Ten-mile peach forest.

As soon as Zheyan arrived at the Ten-Li Peach Forest, he saw Bai Zhen standing outside the Ten-Li Peach Forest barrier.

Bai Zhen, handsome and masculine, saw Zhe Yan and hurriedly walked up to him. "Xiao Wu said he saw you in Kunlun Xu. I thought something went wrong during your retreat and you ended up in Kunlun Xu!"

After all, Zheyan's companion artifact, the Fuxi Qin, is sealed at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. If something happens to Zheyan during his retreat, the first place he will rush to is Kunlun Xu.

Bai Zhen was raised by Zheyan. He felt uneasy when he heard the news, so he ran to the Ten-Li Peach Forest to see if there were any changes to the forest barrier.

Zheyan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that when Jiang Ruan lived in Taolin, he sent a message to Bai Zhen who came to Taolin, saying that he was in seclusion.

Zheyan smiled slightly, removed the barrier formation of the peach forest, put his hands behind his back, and walked into the peach forest leisurely.

Seeing that Zheyan was in a good mood, Bai Zhen followed him and asked curiously, "What good thing happened? Why are you so happy?"

In response to Bai Zhen's words, the peach trees in the Ten-Mile Peach Forest blossomed even more brilliantly, and the falling peach blossoms fell like rain, reflecting Zheyan's good mood.

"It's indeed a good thing." Zheyan looked at the wooden house in front of him with tenderness in his eyes.

Seeing Zheyan clear away all the dead leaves and broken branches in the peach forest with a single spell, Bai Zhen became even more curious: "Could it be that guests are coming?"

What kind of guest could make Zhe Yan so concerned?

You should know that Zheyan's peach forest has always been allowed to grow freely. He never cleaned up the fallen leaves and branches, believing that this was the cycle of the earth. But now he actually took the initiative to clean up the broken branches and leaves in the peach forest, making the already beautiful peach forest even more splendid, and contrasting with the lush grass, it is as beautiful as a fairyland in a painting.

Zheyan said, "Who knows, someone might move in soon."

Hearing the tenderness in Zheyan's words, Bai Zhen smiled and said, "It seems that the Peach Blossom Retreat you're in this time of retreat, right?"

"Xiaowu, you're such a fool! If you had explained everything to me clearly in the letter, you wouldn't have had to make this trip back and forth, ruining your important event."

"No problem." Zhe Yan looked at Bai Zhen: "I wanted to come back and clean up a little earlier."

……

Kunlun is empty.

When Siming rushed to the courtyard where Jiang Ruan lived with a pale face, he saw Mo Yuan there as expected.

He stepped forward tremblingly and saluted: "Greetings to Lord Mo Yuan."

Mo Yuan glanced calmly at Siming in front of him, surprised that he could arrive so quickly.

"The complexion of the Star Lord Siming doesn't look good." His voice was flat.

Si Ming sighed that none of these old gods had a broad mind. The bitter taste in his mouth continued to assault his brain. He replied bitterly, "I just had some medicinal food to clear away heat and reduce internal heat. It was a bit bitter."

It's more than just a little bit, it's so painful that it can't be described in words!

God knows he was about to vomit bile just now. After being fed a lot of food by Yun Xin in a long gown with both soft and hard methods, he was still a little dizzy when walking.

Thinking about it, the bitterest thing Siming has ever tasted since he was a child is this... Emperor, if you marry Miss Jiang in the future, please remember Siming's kindness!

Siming's eyes moistened, and he swallowed hard with bitterness: "I am here to take care of Miss Jiang by the Emperor's order, and I dare not be lazy or slack."

Mo Yuan picked up the teacup and took a sip: "That's good."

Si Ming: "..."

Mo Yuan stopped talking.

Siming, who was standing next to Mo Yuan, started to make small talk, otherwise it would be too awkward.

Siming looked up at the sky and said, "Lord Mo Yuan, the weather is nice today. The fire phoenix flying in the sky is also beautiful."

Mo Yuan sipped his tea and simply replied, "It's OK."

"If Lord Mo Yuan has something important to do, please go ahead and do it. I can leave this to you, the Immortal."

“When someone entrusts you with something, you must do your best.”

"The courtyard that Lord Mo Yuan gave Miss Jiang to stay in temporarily is indeed exquisite and graceful. It is a place of great spiritual beauty."

"But ordinary."

"The plum blossoms planted by Lord Mo Yuan truly embody the spiritual energy of heaven and earth..."

"Noisy."

"...Yes, Xiaoxian, shut up now."

Lord Mo Yuan is indeed a serious person and can easily kill the conversation.

Next, Siming stood and Mo Yuan sat. One of them drank tea while the other looked up at the sky, the ground and the plum blossoms.

Siming, who wanted to drive Mo Yuan away, found that Mo Yuan did not feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he was in agony all the time.

Siming prayed in his heart that the Emperor would quickly finish his meeting with the Heavenly Emperor, and he also hoped that Jiang Ruan in the stone house would wake up soon, otherwise he, Siming, would really be tortured to death in this courtyard.

No, Miss Jiang, it’s better not to wake up for the time being!

Fortunately, Diefeng soon came to report that the Wing Clan had new movements.

Mo Yuan was silent for a moment, then stood up and told Siming, "I'll have to trouble Siming Star Lord here."

"Don't worry, Lord Mo Yuan," Siming was so happy. "Lord Mo Yuan and Lord Zhe Yan are so devoted to the emperor, I will do my utmost to protect Miss Jiang."

Diefeng glanced at Siming in surprise.

Is it because Yun Xin didn’t drink enough?

Mo Yuan didn't say anything and just left.

Smash, smash, the bitter taste left in his mouth, and Siming's face turned into a bitter melon.

Siming worked in the Heavenly Palace and under Donghua. He was an expert at reading people's expressions and was extremely tactful in dealing with people. He noticed that Mo Yuan was unusual, but he was not sure.

Yunxin is indeed a top-grade medicinal herb for clearing away heat and reducing internal heat, but if someone says that this thing is a specialty of Kunlun Mountain used to entertain guests, he would never believe it even if he was beaten to death.

I think the only thing he offended Lord Mo Yuan with was that sentence.

Sima Ming was looking forward to Donghua's arrival at Kunlun Xu soon.

Waiting for the Emperor, the Emperor arrived, but when Donghua arrived, Sima Ming didn't have the chance to say anything to Donghua before he was pulled away by Chang Shan and taken to drink tea under the pretext of being the second prince of Diefeng Xihai.

……

Kunlunxu Hall.

Mo Yuan sat upright in the upper seat, reading a book in his hand, and Ling Yu served him tea.

When Ling Yu saw the engagement invitation that his master had placed on the table, he was puzzled: "Master, why did you take out the Emperor's engagement invitation to look at it?"

"Could it be that the Emperor is getting engaged soon?"

He denied himself, "That shouldn't be the case, right? Our war with the Winged Tribe is about to begin. The Emperor shouldn't be concerned with romantic relationships at this time."

Not noticing his master's slightly gloomy expression, Ling Yu continued, "However, the Emperor came to see the Empress today. The Emperor is indeed deeply affectionate and devoted to the Empress."

"Not only did he send the Fairy Maidens to take care of us, he also sent his most trusted Star Lord Siming. I guess he wanted to protect the Emperor and Empress with all his might."

After all, Kunlun Xu is full of outsiders, so it is necessary to consider more.

Mo Yuan's eyes shifted from the book to look at his ninth disciple, who had been chattering away while he served tea. "It seems like Seventeen hasn't been on the mountain much lately?"

Ling Yu replied, "Master, you know that Xiao Qishi has always been playful. I guess he went down the mountain to play again."

Mo Yuan hummed, "Things have been a bit volatile lately. When he comes back, tell him to try not to go down the mountain."

"Yes," Ling Yu replied respectfully. While changing the tea for his master, he saw the vigorous and powerful calligraphy on the invitation and exclaimed, "Is this the Emperor's handwriting? It truly embodies the power of heaven and earth, and is on par with my master's handwriting."

Mo Yuan: "..."

Mo Yuan glanced sideways at the words on the invitation cover that hinted at a sentimental sentiment, then lowered his eyes and said, "For speaking ill of the Supreme God, I will punish you by copying the Chongxu Sutra fifty times."