"You always say that I am ruthless, I transferred you, and discarded them fiercely. But I have never had the slightest hint of flirting with you, and I ask myself if I have ever had any such thoughts about you all these years! It's all of you who will only force me to choose! But why should you choose? Why do you have to die with one of them? Can't even make even the most basic friends? No, it's not. It seems that your thoughts are also normal, how high your status is! How is it possible to share an item with someone else? The corners of the ancient painting fan's mouth were lightly raised, and the bright smile suddenly opened, but he spit out sharp words.

"I never saw you as an object—" Pure Abyss said softly.

"That's it! Your Highness the Seventh, I just want to give you a word of advice here, and do it and cherish it. Although what your identity wants is just a matter of words. But there is only one thing that cannot be bought by the supreme power. That's sincerity! The ancient painting fan pursed his thin lips, turned around slowly, and then paused and said, "Princess Qingjiu is the best choice for His Royal Highness the Seventh." Her identity can be your greatest help, and her sincerity is also rare. In public and private, it is beneficial and harmless to the Seven Highnesses. After speaking, he was about to leave, but he was pulled by a strong force and suddenly crashed into a cold embrace.

"Ancient painting fan, take a closer look at me. I'm him, I've always been him......" Chun Yuan Lan said incoherently, his arms like iron hoops looking at the ancient painting fan. Refusing to relax.

I don't know if I forgot to struggle, or if I was powerless to struggle, the ancient painting fan quietly pressed against Chunyuan Lanxu's shoulder, feeling his slightly trembling body, and my heart crossed with melancholy.

How long has this embrace not been opened for her, this familiar breath is the same as before, but the feeling of the past is no longer there. The ancient painting fan closed his eyes, his face was as pale as paper, his chest was sore and he couldn't stop coughing.

Chun Yuan Lan let go of his arm vividly, and was just about to ask, when he saw the ancient painting fan frowning, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The ancient painting fan only felt that his eyes were extremely hazy, and there was a strange and familiar silhouette in front of him, and he pulled the corners of his mouth, but lost consciousness in the next moment.

Chunyuan Lan Xu frowned, picked up the ancient painting fan and strode towards the outside of the courtyard, just happened to meet the oncoming flowing jade.

Liuyu originally came to invite Gu Huafan with Gu Weikong's words, but he didn't expect to see such a scene, and immediately pulled out his long sword, and the sound of the sword coming out of the sheath came out, and the murderous aura appeared. He shouted, "Let her go!" ”

Chun Yuan Lan squinted his eyes, didn't say a word, and the hand holding the ancient painting fan never relaxed for half a minute.

Liuyu moved her steps lightly, the hand holding the sword slowly tightened, her eyes were dark, and she was about to burst.

"Liuyu."

Suddenly, an elegant voice came, and Liuyu immediately withdrew his sword and turned back respectfully: "Childe! ”

Dressed in green clothes, handsome and elegant, who is it not Gu Weikong?

Gu Weikong slowly walked in front of Chunyuan Lanxu, lowered his head and glanced at the ancient painting fan, and then stretched out his hands and made a gesture to take over.

Chun Yuan Lan pursed her lips, the hand holding the ancient painting fan tightened, and her mind suddenly remembered the words of the ancient painting fan against herself, and the meaning of being forced to force each other, and smiled bitterly in her heart. Immediately, the body of the ancient painting fan was slowly handed to Gu Weikong.

Gu Weikong took it gently, and without looking at Chun Yuan, Lan Xu glanced at it and went to his small courtyard. Pure Yuan Lan Xu stepped up to follow, but was intercepted by Liuyu with a sword, and suddenly, the sound of sword light and sword shadow sounded.

Gu Weikong didn't look at it, and walked forward. On the way, I happened to meet two masters who had finished negotiating.

Master Yiyun and Master Zhikong were arguing fiercely, and when they saw this, they stopped talking. I saw Master Yiyun's robe flicked, and he came to Gu Weikong in an instant.

"What's wrong with this stinky girl!" Master Yiyun shouted.

The master on the side suddenly looked in the direction where Gu Weikong came, and said, "That stinky boy is here!" ”

Gu Weikong's hand tightened, and he said softly: "Little sister will ask the two masters." ”

As he spoke, he handed the ancient painting fan to Master Yiyun, who hummed, but immediately reached out to take it.

Immediately, I saw Gu Weikong striding back in the direction he came.

Master Yiyun muttered something, but strode towards the nearby Gu Weikong courtyard with the ancient painting fan.

The master of the sky stopper strode away with Gu Weikong.

Before I saw anyone, I heard the sound of swords striking more and more clearly.

After walking a few steps, I saw a black-clothed Chunyuan Lanxu and a green-clothed Gu Weikong fighting fiercely, and the unpredictable moves were extremely sharp.

Liuyu on the side was leaning against the wall with his chest covered, and there was a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Master Zhikong hurriedly stepped forward to convey true qi to Liuyu, and Liuyu, who had been coughing, slowly calmed down.

Seeing that the two were still fighting fiercely, Master Zhikong twisted his hands lightly, and two streams of air flew towards the sword in the hands of Chunyuan Lan Xu and Gu Wei in the empty hands. Hearing only the sound of "Zheng", the two of them were both taken two steps back by this strong blow.

"Stop! One of you is His Royal Highness the General who is well-known in Kyushu, and the other is a gentle and elegant son, but look at what you have become now! Master Sky Stopper said in a deep voice.

Chunyuan Lanxu and Gu Weikong were still staring straight, their eyes dark as the sea.

Gu Weikong looked at Chunyuan Lanxu with cold eyes, and said, "Your Highness the Seventh, the little sister has nothing to do with you and the palace, why do you have to work hard!" ”

Chunyuan Lan Xu pursed her thin lips and said nothing, but her eyes turned to Master Zhikong, and said, "This time, I came here to bother Master Zhikong to go to the palace with me." ”

"What happened?" The master of the sky stop had a bad intuition, and then twisted his fingers and calculated.

"My father's health has been deteriorating day by day recently, and he will always stay alone in the palace for a long time. Some palace people heard it, and the emperor would often talk about Master Yiyun and you. That's why I made my own decision and wanted to invite you and Master Yiyun into the palace. Chun Yuan Lan said in a deep voice.

At the same time, the master of the sky stopped twisting his fingers, as if he had calculated something, and his face changed abruptly.

Hearing him say this, Gu Wei suddenly put away the sword in his hand and strode towards Master Zhikong and Liuyu.

"Master Zhikong, the flowing jade will be taken care of by me."

The Sky Stopping Master frowned, and nodded when he heard the words.

Gu Weikong held Liuyu and left without looking back.

Pure Yuan Lan Xu also frowned slightly when he saw the expression of the Master of the Sky Stop, and said softly: "What made the Master of the Sky Stop like this?" ”

The Master of Sky Stopping sighed and muttered, "I knew why I had to do it today, why did I have to do it in the first place—"

"That's it! Master Yiyun is healing the wounds of the painting fan, and this matter can be done by one person. The old man will go to the palace now, you kid is thoughtful! The Master of Stopping the Sky took care of himself, said without a beginning or an end, and strode away.

Pure Yuan Lan looked at the unknown void with his eyes as if he remembered something, and his brows furrowed.

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Pure Heart Temple.

Outside Emperor Chunyuan's bedroom, Li Xiuwen frowned, walking back and forth, and his sideburns and beards were all gray at some point. (To be continued.) )