"Get up!" Without saying a word, Lan Shui pulled him up.

Duanmu Li narrowed his peach blossom eyes, opened his arms, and snorted softly.

Lan Shui shook her head lightly, although she had served him many times to change clothes, she was still a little unaccustomed to it.

Glancing at the clothes Duanmu Li was wearing, she closed her eyes, accurately found the position of the button, and untied it with her bare hands, quickly and dexterously.

Duanmu smiled faintly from the corner of his mouth, looking at the soft face in front of him, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly about to fly, his red lips were pursed, and his salty and expressive face in the past revealed a bit of playfulness and cuteness.

After a while, Lan Shui skillfully removed Duanmu's coat, leaving only a set of snow-white middle clothes.

Lan Shui opened his eyes at this time, and without looking back, he walked to the table and blew out the lights and candles, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

"Hurry up and go to sleep, we'll be on the shore tomorrow." After a pause, she said in the direction of Duanmu in the darkness.

"Well, you go to sleep too, tomorrow morning, I want to see you beautifully." Duanmu Li didn't embarrass her, in the darkness, the magnetic deep voice was very gentle.

Lan Shui replied softly, turned around and saw the door, she opened it and walked out.

Hearing the door being lifted and the footsteps moving away, Duanmu took a long breath, stretched himself comfortably, and said to himself, "When will I be able to leave you openly?" ”

This night, the blue water in the next cabin tossed and turned, and he couldn't sleep, so he finally got up from the bed, pushed open the window lattice facing the sea and took a deep breath, only to feel that the depression in his chest had gone some.

Outside the window, there is a round of bright moon hanging, the clear light is sprinkled all over the West Sea, and the water in the distance is sparkling, swinging like water and moonlight, which is very beautiful.

Outside the porthole is an endless inky black sea, with a full moon hanging in the air, and the blue water staring at it in a daze.

We'll be on the shore tomorrow, right?

She never thought that she would set foot on the land of the Immortal State in the way she was now, let alone know that after that kind of incident, she would come to participate in the grand ceremony of the enthronement of the Holy Maiden.

The past passed by one after another, and it was unbearable to look back.

The blue water was lying on the edge of the window, bathed in the quiet moonlight, and he felt sleepy a little.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, a very low laugh suddenly came from above her head.

She shuddered and hurriedly stood up, her eyes full of vigilance.

"Who?" She asked.

"Me."

After the same concise answer, a person's head suddenly hung down from the window, and three thousand black hairs scattered at will, and were held by a jade hand.

Duanmu hooked the eaves of the boat with his feet away, hung the golden bell upside down, his handsome face turned against the house, and a pair of misty eyes looked straight at the blue water.

This window can be said to face the West Sea directly, and if you want to take advantage of this place to settle, the terrain is extremely steep.

"Aren't you sleeping?" Staring at the upside-down face, Lan Shui asked angrily.

Duanmu Li stretched out his hands, grabbed the windowsill from behind, turned an upside-down somersault, jumped into the room steadily, and said in his mouth: "You didn't sleep, how can I sleep!" ”

The corners of Lan Shui's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Duanmu Li had already walked up to her and asked in a low voice, "Remembering the past?" ”

Lan Shui gave him a weak smile and said lightly: "After all, it's my hometown." ”

"Well, then it's time to sleep well." Duanmu Li didn't want to mention her sad things, what he didn't know would always be known.

He gently pulled Lan Shui's right hand: "Go to sleep." ”

The tone is affirmative, unquestionable.

Lan Shui looked at the direction he came from, smiled slightly, and meekly did not refuse.

In the second half of the night, somehow, she fell asleep quickly, and the nightmares that had haunted her for a long time never bothered her again.

……………………

On the shore of Changsheng Prefecture, gray knights wearing long swords can be seen everywhere, strictly inspecting outsiders.

Because of the ascendion of the Holy Maiden, the flow of people who have come to Changsheng Prefecture has skyrocketed recently, especially in the last few days, there has been a boat dragon at the shore entrance, and the knights of Changsheng Prefecture are extremely responsible and dare not be careless.

Duanmuli's ship had finally arrived at the coast, and before they could come forward, the first boat of the team had already taken care of everything.

Whether it is the former owner or the current owner, Storm Heart Island and Fengyun Island are inextricably linked, and they are also above one island in the West Sea, and below ten thousand islands, not to mention the three islands adjacent to it.

Therefore, as soon as he heard that Duanmu had arrived, the high-ranking officials on the island who had been waiting in the tent on the shore immediately flew horses to greet him.

Changsheng Prefecture chose the Holy Maiden, but the Heart of the Storm Island has not sent anyone over for many years, and this time it seems more and more solemn.

One route was led by a special person, Duanmu Li and Lan Shui, and their party took a carriage to the political and cultural center of Changsheng Prefecture - the holy capital.

The Holy Capital is a city with a foreign atmosphere, with pointed roofs in the streets and alleys, and red-haired and yellow-haired foreigners can be seen everywhere.

Don't doubt it, they're the natives of the Holy Capital.

The islanders of Changsheng Prefecture were adrift from the outer islands, and they lived on the island after receiving the life-saving grace of the founder of the Holy Sect. The ancestors of the Holy Sect lived in seclusion in Changsheng Prefecture back then, and they were all Han Chinese.

Therefore, hundreds of years have passed, and the holy daughters and sons elected by the Holy Sect are still Han Chinese, pure Han people, and have never been mixed with other bloodlines.

The carriage drove on the neat and clean road, and Duanmu Li lifted the curtain and casually watched the scenery along the way.

Although he has not been to Changsheng Prefecture publicly, he has been here a few times in private, and the novelty has passed.

He looked at the rows of small spired houses in the distance, and quietly turned his head to look at Blue Water's expression.

Lan Shui didn't say a word since he came ashore, and at this time he leaned on the carriage seat, his eyes closed, and he seemed to be asleep.

Duanmu pursed his lips, feeling a little bored.

His gaze slowly shifted downwards to Blue Water's right hand resting on his seat.

It was a slender jade hand, and her five fingers twitched uneasily from time to time, letting people know that her sleep was just a fake.

Duanmu's eyes sank slightly, and without hesitation, he covered his big hand and wrapped her small hand in the warm palm.

It's cold, and the little hands of the blue water are cold.

Just as he held her hand, Lan Shui opened his eyes suddenly, but instead of looking back, he looked at the curtain in front of him that was gently blown by the breeze.

Duanmu Li wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent, but secretly used his internal force to transfer heat to Lan Shui's hand.

The coldness in the palms of his hands gradually became warmer, and the original stiffness began to ease.

Lan Shui suddenly turned around, and without warning, leaned against Duanmu Li's chest, and gently reached out to wrap his arms around his waist.

Duanmu Li smiled slightly and hugged her tightly.

These days, the two can be said to be together except for sleeping.

Lan Shui is even more close to his daily life, although there is no language to express it, but the relationship is invisibly very close.

"Leaving His Royal Highness, the King's Palace has arrived." A Chinese sentence sounded outside the car.

This is the linguistic officer of Changsheng State and is fluent in several languages.

"Okay." Duanmu answered.

Lan Shui raised her face, smiled at him, pushed him away, and sat up straight.

Duanmu Li held the hand she hadn't had time to withdraw, picked up the curtain, first stepped on the guard's back and fell to the ground, and then carefully pulled the blue water down.

Lan Shui was dressed like the other maids who came, and at first glance she was dressed as a subordinate, so it was extremely strange to be held in Duanmu Li's hands like this.

It's just that Duanmuli's people won't say anything, and this group of foreigners is even more strange.

"This way, please." The language officer waved his hand and enthusiastically led the way.

In addition to this linguist, he was accompanied by several tall xenos of different appearances.

Duanmuli's height is extremely high among the Han people, and compared with these people, he does not lose half a point. A long jet-black hair tied in a colorful crystal crown, lined with a face like jade, more and more handsome, and a gorgeous temperament, which suppressed the limelight of others at once.

The smile of the language officer and his party became more and more flattering.

Duanmu Li held the blue water tightly. He felt her struggle as he got out of the car, and he didn't want others to see it, but he didn't let go.

Since it was the place where her liver and intestines were broken, how could he let go of her hand and let her go alone?

Seeing that he didn't let go, Lan Shui acquiesced and followed him very obediently.

It's just that when her eyes swept over these people's faces, her brow suddenly twisted.

Duanmu took a few steps to lead her, Lan Shui finally didn't hold back, and after a few quick steps passed Duanmu Li, he stopped, and said a word of English to several officials in front of him with expressionless faces.

Listening to the words spit out by this authentic accent, the faces of several officials turned pale.

Dare to love this is the language official of the king...... It's just that the language is too sharp!

Duanmu smiled meaningfully from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't expect Lan Shui to speak English, but since she was from Changsheng State, it was unusual for her to not know English. Because the official language of Changsheng Prefecture is English, Chinese is secondary.

And he was fortunate enough to study this language according to Luo Yunxi's self-compiled textbook.

He is intelligent by nature and can learn it as soon as he learns. Therefore, although Lan Shui's question was fast, he also understood seven or eight points.