All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

The Kumingzhu that detoxifies Qinglang is actually the tears of the most miserable person in the Wangchuan River. Finding it is like looking for a needle in a haystack, it is very rare.

But as far as Feng Ning knew, the queen of the underworld's scepter was inlaid with several fine bitter pearls.

Qing Dahuai's face is not small, and the attitude of the queen of the underworld to the demon world is not bad. Feng Ning thought that Qing Dahuai could borrow the Kuming Pearl in one day, but he didn't expect that it had been three days and there was still no sign of anyone.

Qinglang doesn't seem to be in a hurry, he should eat and sleep every day, but as soon as he wakes up, he will immediately deal with official duties, receive and summon all kinds of subordinates, and Fengning is so diligent that he wants to present him with an award.

Feng Ning finally knew how the Demon World had become so prosperous in the past 500 years.

Fortunately, Qinglang is not a mortal, if he were a mortal emperor, he would probably die young at the age of 30.

Feng Ning stood in the corridor, quietly slandering her.

He disliked Qing Lang meeting his subordinates the most.

Because at this time, he and Xiaoxi would be kicked out.

He wanted to stay by Qing Lang's side and watch Qing Lang.

He wanted to see Qing Lang all the time.

"Is it the same as before?" Feng Ning asked, "Every time the Demon Lord discusses business matters, he has to dismiss the Demon Servant?"

Sometimes even a barrier to prevent eavesdropping is set up inside.

Xiaoxi shook his head: "No, it's only been like this for two days. It turns out that the devil never shy away from it."

Feng Ning frowned.

Could it be to guard against him?

Or... is Qing Lang going to make a big move?

After the new East Altar Master wiped his sweat and hurried out of the Qinglang Room, Feng Ning immediately rushed inside with a tea tray.

"Your Highness hasn't asked us to go in yet!" Xiao Xi grabbed Feng Ning's sleeve.

"It's called being considerate." Feng Ning pulled his hand away, and walked in by herself.

When Feng Ning entered, Qing Lang was writing something on the table.

Qinglang has been poisoned now, and he is very afraid of the cold, so he put on a cloak today, the white fox fur is spotless, it sets off his whole person a bit of cold and dignified temperament, not as gloomy as before, White as snow, clear as moon.

very nice.

Feng Ning was so fascinated that she stopped walking.

The man also heard the movement, looked up at him, and looked especially indifferent when his beautiful gray pupils swept across him: "Why are you in again?"

Feng Ning replied: "Come and serve you tea."

Qing Lang was silent for a while, then said: "You have to come in every quarter of an hour to deliver tea, do I look that thirsty?"

Feng Ning: "Then do you want some snacks?"

"Don't eat, you have nothing to do here, go out."

"……Oh."

Feng Ning reluctantly walked out.

But as soon as he took two steps, he caught a glimpse of a sluggish Phoenix beside him.

Feng Ning's eyes lit up immediately, and she hurriedly said, "Monarch, your Phoenix is ​​hungry, the villain will feed him before leaving."

Qing Lang paused for a while, but didn't speak.

Feng Ning only regarded him as acquiescing, and immediately happily went to feed Phoenix.

Fenghuang has been heating the house for the past two days, and often blows hot air on Qinglang, so he is a little tired after all.

Feng Ning took out the best spiritual fruit from the Qiankun bag and fed it to him, saying in a low voice, "Thanks for your hard work."

Fenghuang tilted his head obediently and rubbed against Fengning's palm.

Feng Ning lowered her voice and said, "But you still need to work hard for a few more days, he hasn't recovered yet."

Phoenix nodded.

Feng Ning rubbed its little furry head, and said with a smile, "It's so cute."

"Snapped!"

The ruler in Qing Lang's hand suddenly fell to the ground, it was very clear in the quiet room, and Feng Ning was startled.

Feng Ning turned her head, only to see Qing Lang looking at him coldly, and said: "I dropped something, pick it up."

...If it falls, it will fall, and it's not me who dropped it.

Feng Ning really didn't understand why Qing Lang looked at him with such cold eyes.

Feng Ning walked over silently, picked up the ruler from the ground, and put it back on the table.

This town ruler was made of Nuanyu, and a corner has been broken at this moment, which seems a pity.

But Qinglang didn't even look at it, just stared at Fengning, and asked abruptly: "You have been running here all this time just to see that phoenix?"

Feng Ning blinked: "Of course not, I'm here to serve you better."

Qing Lang sneered, as if he didn't believe his nonsense at all.

Suddenly, a pitch-black messenger talisman landed in front of Qing Lang.

When Qing Lang touched the talisman with his fingertips, a letter appeared in his hand.

After reading the letter, Qinglang raised his head and said to Fengning: "I have guests coming, go and prepare some plum blossom tea."

Customers who like to drink plum tea?

Feng Ning was a little curious, but his current identity was not qualified to ask.

When Feng Ning came in with scented tea, the guests had already arrived.

She is the queen of the underworld.

Feng Ning was a little surprised: Is she going to use the bitter pearl on the scepter to detoxify Qing Lang?

Unexpectedly, Qing Dahuai had a lot of face.

But after she detoxified Qing Lang, Feng Ning understood.

——She didn't come because of Qing Dahuai, she came because of Qing Lang.

Because her gaze was always on Qing Lang's body.

At the same time, Feng Ning also remembered that 500 years ago, Qing Dahuai said: The queen of the underworld also likes his excellent great-grandson.

"The poison has been cured, but this scar...will take some time to disappear." The queen of the underworld sighed with some regret, and lightly touched the wound on Qinglang's ear with her fingertips.

"No problem."

Qing Lang tilted his head slightly, and the queen's fingertips were hanging in the air.

"Serve tea." Qing Lang said.

Feng Ning walked up silently and made tea for them.

The wintersweet flowers carefully selected by Fengning bloom slowly in the hot water, bringing a subtle fragrance.

There was a smile in the queen's voice: "You still remember that I like wintersweet."

She took a sip, looked up at Feng Ning, and praised: "The tea is well brewed."

Feng Ning thanked her with lowered eyes, and stepped aside.

The queen said: "The one from Guining Mountain said that he would come here to investigate the military situation, has he been here?"

Qing Lang nodded.

...It turns out that the underworld and the demon world have been hooked up for a long time.

No wonder she kept speaking for Qing Lang at that meeting.

The queen of the underworld suddenly became interested: "But there is one thing I'm curious about. Why did you quit Guining Mountain 500 years ago, and why did you have such an argument with your original master?"

Qing Lang: "Because of some personal matters."

The queen looked at Qing Lang with her chin resting on her right hand, with a half-smile: "I thought our relationship was close enough to talk about these private matters."

Qing Lang didn't speak, just bowed his head to drink tea.

The queen took out something and put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Qing Lang.

"We still need to keep in touch in the future. The underworld and the demon world are too far away, so it's a bit troublesome to use the messenger talisman. Take this."

Feng Ning recognized the thing in front of her at a glance.

It's the purple kite ring.

It was the purple kite ring that he once gave Qing Lang.

Fengning suddenly felt tight and astringent in her heart.

...don't take it.

He stared at Qing Lang firmly.

You can ask her to touch your ear.

You can remember that her favorite drink is plum tea.

You can ally with her and stand on her side.

But no, don't accept that ring.

Feng Ning felt his heart contract tightly.

Perhaps his gaze was too hot, Qing Lang also raised his head to look at him.

But Qing Lang just glanced at him casually, and then looked away.

Qing Lang picked up the purple kite ring on the table and smiled: "I once heard a rumor that this ring can only be used for sound transmission if it is held by the destined lover."

The queen also smiled: "There are indeed such rumors."

Qing Lang: "I also heard a rumor that this ring cannot be destroyed."

Queen: "The Purple Kite Ring really cannot be destroyed."

"No." Qing Lang smiled very comfortably, "If Qi Qi is continuously roasted with Nether Fire for 49 days, this ring will be turned into ashes."

The queen laughed dumbfounded: "Who would do that?"

Qing Lang thought for a while, and said: "Maybe he is a person with a dead heart."

Feng Ning took a deep breath, but even her breathing began to tremble.

He clenched the saucer in his hand, turned and left.

The queen of the underworld turned her head to look at him, and frowned: "Why is this little demon servant so unruly? Just leave as soon as you say."

"Don't mind him."

"Why did you come out so soon? Has the guest finished their tea?" Xiaoxi asked.

Feng Ning gave him the saucer in her hand, and walked forward.

The long corridors and the gray walls made it hard for him to breathe.

go, go, go.

go up high.

Feng Ning walked to the highest attic without knowing it, looking down, it was a vast world.

Only then did Fengning feel that she could barely breathe.

He closed his eyes and felt the cold winter wind blowing by his ears.

But the wind couldn't blow away the soreness and swelling in his heart.

At this moment, a familiar voice blew into his ears along with the wind.

Feng Ning opened his eyes and looked down, and sure enough, he saw Qing Dahuai sitting at the bottom of the steps chatting with his great-granddaughter.

He was talking while knocking melon seeds, his eyebrows were beaming.

"...I really didn't expect that the queen of the underworld would still be infatuated with our little stone!

"500 years ago, I thought she was too old. Now that I think about it, isn't she only a thousand years old? That's not a big deal!

"Little Shitou also thinks about it, that's great!

"Yingying, when do you think Xiao Shitou's wedding date should be fixed?"

Marriage... period?

Fengning was stunned.

Qing Lang... is getting married?

And the queen of the underworld?

Feng Ning's heart tightened and her breathing stopped.

He already felt bored, and his heart was sore and swollen, but now he felt an invisible thing suddenly clenched his heart and blocked his mouth and nose.

Like being submerged in sea water.

His mind and ears were buzzing, only Qing Dahuai's voice came in like a spell.

"...Let me think about it, right! It seems that you can go to the underworld through Guining Mountain, right?"

Qingying: "Grandpa, that road has to be detoured for a long time."

"Go around the far way, I've decided, let's go that way to pick up the bride, hey! I'm going to blow the trumpet all the way, throw money, and it's going to be a boom! I want Xiao Shitou to wear a big red wedding dress and obey the gate of Guining Gate But, I still have to take the trumpet and run to Feng Ning’s house to play, I play during the day, I play at night, I play every day, I play him for three days and three nights day and night, hehehe..."

Feng Ning felt that the whole world was blurred, only Qing Dahuai's grinning face looked so hideous.

Feng Ning was trembling with anger, and her head was dizzy.

He looked around and finally found a stone in the corner, then he picked up the stone and smashed it hard on the back of Qing Dahuai's head.

Amidst Qing Dahuai's furious cursing, he slowly sat down on the ground.

He hugged his legs and buried his head deeply in his knees.