Inside the green wall, it is a forbidden place forbidden by the emperor, and the heavenly master Ziying was secretly summoned into the palace by the emperor to pray for the blessing and elimination of disasters for the cloud country.

Just because seven years ago, the emperor made a private visit and accidentally saved Ziying, Ziying promised to protect the health of the people of Yunguo within ten years, and lived in the palace of Yunguo.

When she was nine years old, she played a game with the palace maid, broke into here alone, and was sent out by Ziying, but since then a heart has been tied to Ziying, although the person has been indifferent and silent, and there is only one thing in his heart about cultivation, but this does not affect Mo Yun's enthusiasm at all.

Pulling the corners of her lips, Mo Yun slowly opened her eyes, and what caught her eyes was the Heavenly Master she was thinking about day and night, what was he doing?

Mo Yun looked down and almost bit his tongue, he actually ...... Actually medicating your feet? How embarrassing this is, Mo Yun was about to take her foot back, when she heard Ziying's command: "Don't move." ”

“…… Oh. Mo Yun nodded obediently, and watched Ziying apply medicine to her ankle with joy, and she didn't know what kind of medicine it was. She held her head, looked at Ziying carefully, and couldn't help but say, "Ziying, you look so good." ”

"Do you like me?" Ziying accepted the medicine bottle and calmly asked the twelve-year-old little princess, Mo Yun nodded again and again and admitted: "Well, I like you." ”

Ziying's expression did not change, and she asked again: "Because I look good and like me?" ”

"......" Mo Yun looked at Ziying carefully, it seemed to be like this, but he felt that something was wrong, Ziying stood up, he had always been clear and clear without distractions: "You are still young, when you marry Jinguo after you are married, you will know how big it is beyond the palace walls." ”

"What do you mean?" The second monk of Mo Yun was confused, she couldn't understand what Ziying said, but Ziying opened the bamboo door, and the sunlight outside the house was reflected in, scorching and shining, Mo Yun moved her muscles and bones, and it didn't hurt anymore: "Eh, I don't hurt anymore!" It's amazing! ”

She jumped out of bed, ran to Ziying's side, and thought for a while before saying, "I'm twelve years old this year, what will Ziying give me in three years?" ”

"The princess and Lu are important events in the cloud country, and there are countless gifts." Ziying lightly put aside the relationship between the two, there was no relationship at all.

Mo Yun doesn't follow, she has liked Ziying for three years, what about three whole years, isn't it long enough?

"I don't, if Ziying doesn't give me a gift, I won't be an adult." After Mo Yun said this sentence childishly, Yan Xinglan, who was eavesdropping outside the door, almost laughed, Baihu was still so unreasonable, it depends on how this seemingly cold-faced Ziying Daoist responds.

Ziying was also helpless against this unruly princess: "Don't joke about the princess, you are still a child now, why don't you do this?" ”

"What?" Hearing that there were conditions to talk about, Mo Yun immediately pricked up his ears, for fear that he would miss a word.

Ziying looked at her hairy head and said, "Three years, three years later, if you still have the same original intention, I will take you away." ”

"Really?!" Mo Yun happily pulled Ziying's sleeve, she was still too young, and he was so tall, she could only try to hold her neck and talk to him: "Really? If I still like Ziying in three years, you can take me away, and I don't have to marry the prince of Jinguo? ”

Ziying didn't speak, just nodded.

Mo Yun happily ran to the courtyard and walked around a few times, and just as she didn't know how to express her joy, she heard Ziying say again: "However, in the past three years, you can't come to me." ”

Mo Yun, who was still cheering, paused, thinking that he had misheard: "What? ”

Seeing that Ziying's deep eyebrows were unquestionable, Mo Yun bit her lip and had to nod obediently: "Okay, I promise you." You've been in this palace all along, haven't you? ”

"It's not too early, you can go back." Ziying diverted her question and asked her to go back, at that time Mo Yun was still in a happy mood, she didn't expect Ziying to just coax her, she walked outside the green wall, looked back at Ziying, he was like he would really always be in the palace, Mo Yun smiled and waved at him, and then left the bamboo forest.

Seeing Mo Yun walking away, Yan Xinglan kicked the dirt under his feet, and then shouted to the green wall: "Daoist, come out!" ”

"Say what's the matter." Ziying didn't come out, but her voice lingered in Yan Xinglan's ears, Yan Xinglan pulled the corners of her mouth, and asked in disbelief: "Three years later, it will be your ten-year appointment with the Emperor of Yunguo, will you really take Mo Yun away?" ”

Seeing that Ziying didn't speak, Yan Xinglan added: "Of course, I mean, she still likes your words." ”

"Later, I'll talk about it later," Ziying's voice was ethereal, what else did Yan Xinglan want to ask, there was no sound in the green wall, she was a little unwilling, but she was helpless, after all, this was Mo Yun's story, and she couldn't mix it up.

After returning to the dormitory, Yan Xinglan saw that Mo Yun was learning embroidery with a maid with great interest, she was also interested, walked over to take a look, and just heard Mo Yun say to the maid: "If my father knew that I personally sewed a pillow for him, I don't know how happy I would be." ”

She smiled with a thief's eyebrows, Yan Xinglan knew that she must be thinking that her Heavenly Master would take her away in three years, so now she has to do more filial piety, this child.

Mo Yun didn't feel tired, Yan Xinglan slept next to her, and woke up to find that she was still embroidering under the candlelight, and the maids were all sent out by her, Yan Xinglan sighed: "He won't necessarily take you away." ”

Mo Yun couldn't hear her speak, and was seriously holding an embroidery needle to thread in and out of the fine silk, Yanxing Lan said simply: "Xiaobai, what kind of heavenly master do you really like?" Don't you think about considering the prince of Jinguo? That's what you should normally choose, don't you say? ”

"I don't like the prince of Jinguo." Mo Yun's answer made Yan Xinglan take a few steps back, and after a closer look, she was muttering to herself, her eyes were not focused, it turned out that she was not talking to Yan Xinglan, which scared Yan Xinglan.

Mo Yun pressed down the needle, gritted her teeth and said: "The group of Nanban in Jinguo have always been eyeing my Yunguo, and even Mr. said so, my father obviously asked me to go to the relatives and engage in the political marriage that Mr. said." I don't want to marry Duan Qing. ”

She quickly put away a few stitches, put things on the table, yawned several times before climbing into bed, and fell asleep in a few moments.

Yan Xinglan sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand to brush the hair on her forehead, Mo Yun turned over, turned her back to her and rolled inside, Yan Xinglan sighed: "The first time I looked at other people's lives, my sister felt that fate is really a magical thing, when you grow up, who is your destined person?" (To be continued.) )