Water Reflects Peach Blossoms

I thought that after seeing the stone platform, Jiang Ruan would go back to the wooden house to rest.

After all, although her sprained ankle had been fixed, she still needed urgent rest and recovery.

They had just walked from the Ten-Mile Peach Forest to the wooden house, and then walked around the house for a long time. Zheyan looked at her face which was obviously not as rosy as before, her lips which were gradually turning pale, and the beads of sweat on her forehead.

How come you don’t know how to take care of yourself?

Zheyan sighed, flapped his wings, flew in front of her, and flew towards the wooden house with the fabric of her sleeve in his mouth.

Jiang Ruan was surprised for a moment, then followed the force of the bird holding her sleeve and walked towards the wooden house.

Entering the wooden house again, she filled a basin with clean water, wiped the dusty furniture in the house, made the bed, and then looked back to find that the whole house was surprisingly clean.

"Did I... clean it so clean?" she wondered.

Zhe Yan who fell on the bookshelf: Of course I cast the spell.

Seeing that the house was completely clean, she walked out of the wooden house with the basin of water.

Hey! Why don’t you take a break? What are you doing?

Zheyan could only fly to catch up, and at the same time he felt that Jiang Ruan’s energy was a little too abundant.

Jiang Ruan walked to the stone platform and first picked up the dead branches and fallen flowers on the platform one by one. Then he took a wet cloth and wiped the dust off the stone platform.

Standing on the treetop, Zheyan watched the woman carefully wiping the stone platform under the layers of peach blossoms. His eyes were serious, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

He suddenly felt that she was polite and strong, no wonder Donghua liked her.

"Junior Jiang Ruan landed outside the peach blossom forest today and would like to stay here for a few days. I will drink water instead of wine. Thank you for lending me the room." Jiang Ruan said as he took a glass of water and poured it in front of the stone platform.

Zhe Yan: “…”

Hey hey hey! He's not dead yet!

Zheyan flew to the stone platform and retorted with a "chirp". He was kind enough to help Jiang Ruan treat her injuries, gave her a house to live in, and even planned to accompany her to the mortal world to end their worldly relationship.

Why did she curse him to death? !

Looking at the bird that landed on the stone platform and cried anxiously, Jiang Ruan was puzzled for a moment, and asked it in a soft voice: "Do you miss your master too?"

After she finished speaking, she realized that what she said was wrong: "It should be your parents' master. The senior went out to play for a hundred years and has not returned. Your parents must have told you a lot about the senior, right?"

Zhe Yan: “…”

It turns out it was all my own fault...

For him, a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. But he never expected that in the eyes of a mortal woman, a hundred years was a lifetime...

Zheyan sighed. The life of mortals was too short. Even someone as strong and beautiful as Jiang Ruan was just a fleeting moment for an old immortal like him.

At the same time, he was also curious why Donghua didn't give her the marrow cleansing pill he took from him?

But then I thought of the tenderness and longing in her eyes when she muttered the name "Cen Sheng", and I understood.

She must not want to undergo the marrow cleansing and become an immortal, and Donghua is reluctant to force her...

Seeing the fiery red bird suddenly quiet down, Jiang Ruan raised his hand and smoothed its beautiful feathers with his fingertips, then poured a glass of water in front of it.

"Would you like some water?" The woman's voice was so gentle that it seemed to touch the softest part of people's hearts.

Looking at the water in front of him and Jiang Ruan who was holding the cup with her fair fingertips, Zheyan stared at it for a long time and took a few sips.

Never mind, just consider it as her apology to him. Thinking of this, he drank a few more sips.

Seeing the little bird in front of him drinking water quickly as if it was very thirsty, raising its head and sinking it into the water again and again, Jiang Ruan was shocked by the scene and was speechless.

A large glass of water was soon empty, and no one knew how long it had been thirsty.

Seeing the bird's belly visibly swell, she couldn't help but chuckle, running her fingers along its soft feathers. "There's a stream right outside. Why don't you drink some water if you're thirsty? Why are you in such a state?"

Zheyan: This is Zhili. I value you, so I drank the water you poured for me.

night.

Jiang Ruan was lying on the bed, with a pleasant fragrance wafting from the soft quilt.

Before she could wonder how the quilt in the room could be so soft and clean even though no one had taken care of it for many years, the fatigue of the day came over her like a tide, and she fell into a deep sleep without even being able to open her eyelids.

Outside the house, peach blossoms fell down one after another, and Zheyan's figure appeared outside the house.

A handsome man in a pink shirt with a bow tied on his chest stood outside the house. After a while, he pushed open the door and walked in.

He walked to the bedside, looked at the woman sleeping peacefully, raised his hand to feel her pulse, and after confirming that she was fine, he went out again, walked to the soft couch beside the Bibotan Lake, sat down, and looked at the dark sky.

There is no moon or even a single star in the sky tonight.

On such an unusual night, one can imagine what a dangerous situation the Tiangong is in.

……

Thirteenth heaven.

In the main hall of Taichen Palace, Donghua sat at the head of the table, a hairpin inlaid with purple crystals on his slender fingertips. His calm eyes stared at the hairpin, his face a cold expression.

Although he did not show much emotion, the pressure he emanated was enough to scare anyone in the hall.

Not only Siming, who serves Donghua and works under Donghua, is here, but even Haode Tianjun is here.

Haode Tianjun, who was sitting below, felt uneasy.

It was really because Emperor Donghua was too quiet, so quiet that even a high-ranking Heavenly Emperor like him could sense the absolute danger hidden beneath his calm expression.

Under pressure, Lord Haode spoke: "After the Emperor left Kunlun Xu, I discussed with Supreme God Mo Yuan about going to war with the Winged Tribe. The Heavenly Palace will send 200,000 troops, and Supreme God Mo Yuan will be in charge of the deployment."

"Yeah." Donghua responded lightly.

"Don't worry, Mo Yuan will take care of the battle with the Winged Tribe." Donghua's voice was cold. He raised his eyes and his indifferent gaze fell on Haode Tianjun.

When Haode Tianjun was overwhelmed and couldn't stop wiping his sweat, Donghua finally spoke with compassion, "I called you here today for another matter."

"But what about Miss Jiang?" Haode Tianjun said in a gentle voice, "I have heard about Miss Jiang's situation. Don't worry, Your Majesty. Miss Jiang is blessed with a long life and will definitely be fine. If Your Majesty needs me to do anything, I will definitely help you!"

Donghua's calm gaze remained fixed on Lord Haode. His voice suddenly grew colder. "That's a very good point, but I'm not sure how much of your words are sincere and how much are false."

Donghua no longer addressed him as "Lord of Heaven" but as "you".

Haode Tianjun was surprised by Donghua's sudden attack and excitedly explained, "My feelings towards the Emperor remain the same as before! I respect the Emperor as much now as I did then! Who dares to instigate the Emperor and disrupt the unity of our Heavenly Palace?"

Supporting his head with one hand, Donghua coldly spat out two words: "Yangcuo."