Wang, do you want to pass the meal now?" Outside the palace, Gong E Yingying came over.

She knocked lightly at the door and made a gesture to the temple.

I turned my back in a weak heart, and then I remembered that I had changed into a light gauze dress, so I had to burrow under the table for a while.

The next moment, Qingshuang also got under the table, next to me, holding her breath and concentrating, for fear that Gong E would see her "flowery" appearance.

"Wang?" Gong E paced back and forth in the hall, a pair of sharp eyes scanning the corners and corners of the hall, even the dark and damp corners of the palace.

Why is this Gong'e so weird?

I looked at Qingshuang face to face, silently observing her every move.

Seeing that there was no one around, Gong E quietly sprinkled the black medicine powder in her sleeve on the couch, "This time, see how you can withdraw!"

"Who is she?" Qingshuang frowned, "The face is very raw!"

I pondered for a moment, then turned my gaze to her gilt-embroidered uppers.

It is more than four inches long, and he is used to landing on his toes.

I still remember the black-clothed woman in the dream of the Peony Fairy, who is another demon god in the Void Continent, with a pair of gilt embroidered shoes at her feet. And the footprints on the window sill of the Black Wind Inn are basically consistent with the size of Gong'e's feet.

It seems that it is the same person's handwriting!

Gong E slowly walked out of the dormitory, and her plump body looked a little bloated in the sunset. Her arms are thick, her body is thick, and she doesn't look like a young woman no matter how she looks.

"I'll go out and have a look!" I put on my cloak of weak water and hurried out of the temple.

It's just that Gong'e is acting very strangely.

Out of the dormitory, he didn't enter the palace wall, and there was no trace of it.

"Wang, what have you discovered?" Qingshuang asked anxiously, standing at the door of the dormitory, covering her face with her hands.

"Escaped. Let's go to Fengyue Pavilion first, as expected, this Gong'e is the incarnation of the demon god, as long as I am alive, she will definitely be entangled to the end, and she will never die. I said this without feeling heavy in my heart.

As the night darkens, Kitari Kyoto becomes more and more lively.

When I walked to the door of Fengyue Pavilion, I found that it was already overcrowded.

On the second floor, literati from all over the world have been seated.

Wearing a weak water cloak, I stood in the crowded lobby on the first floor, looking up at the taboo of self-drinking on the second floor.

He is not good at drinking, and he will definitely not buy drunk drinks in the land of wind and moon.

But even if the cup was just tea, the look of tolerance and scarcity still made me feel blocked.

He is always like this, he will not tell me anything worrying, he will only carry it silently.

The strange thing is that in addition to chasing the wind and iron hands around Rong Ji, Suzaku and Xuanwu are also separated on both sides.

"King, the Lord of Yunqin is staring at you!" Qingshuang silently tugged at my sleeve and reminded me in a low voice.

I subconsciously withdrew my gaze and flew towards the second floor with Qingshuang.

There are a lot of people on the first floor, and even if Qingshuang and I have the cover of a weak water cloak, there are many people on the first floor, and suddenly there is a piece of land vacant, and it will be suspicious if it is not even.

I stepped on the guardrail and flew towards Rong Ji.

Maybe I flew fast, and the gentle breeze lingered around me, blowing away the broken hair that Rong Ji scattered in front of his forehead.

His brow furrowed slightly, and his amber eyes deepened.

"Chase the wind, pour wine. "Rong Ji's voice is cold, and his face is light, as if he was born an immortal.

Chasing the wind and hearing this, he poured tea in his cup again, "Wang, don't be in a hurry." Wine hurts. ”

I'm full of black lines, and I don't want to pretend to be a "wine addiction"!

"Wang, you're about to leave Beili tomorrow, aren't you going to accompany King Beili tonight?" Iron Hand asked.

Rong Ji was silent, drank all the tea in the cup, and immediately instructed Suzaku and Xuanwu, "Report to me every move of King Beili in real time." Especially her body. ”

"Yes!" Suzaku and Xuanwu respectfully retreated after receiving the order.

I was so unhappy that Rong Ji was planning to rebel against my subordinates and monitor me in real time!

Although, he may be out of concern, out of concern, but I would prefer him to be by my side.

I sat next to Rong Ji, getting closer and closer, almost biting his ear with the throbbing of my heart.

Qingshuang grabbed me in time and dragged me from Rong Ji's side to the darkness, "Wang, aren't you afraid that the king of Donglin will find out?"

Suddenly, my wrist tightened, and when I looked back, Qi Yan had already taken off the weak water cloak draped over me and Qingshuang, and eagerly held me in his arms.

"Ge'er, you're so special today!" he sniffed at the heavy smell of fat powder on my face, and sneezed several times in a row.

Rong Ji heard the sound, and couldn't help but look in my direction.

In order to avoid the sight of chasing the wind, Qingshuang rolled up the weak water cloak and hid in the corner to hold his breath.

Without the cover of my cloak, I hurriedly tilted my head to the other side, my heart beating like a drum.

Qi Yan took advantage of my unpreparedness and bit it down.

Looking at each other, my heavy foundation rubbed his face.

There was a pain in my lips, and I couldn't help but frown and feel sick to my stomach.

"Ge'er, are you applying too much fat powder?" Qi Yan wiped away the greasy fat powder on his face, and his knife-edged indifferent eyes were full of tenderness at this moment.

Smack-

I slapped Qi Yan in the face, but I still felt unhappy.

In an instant, the Fengyue Pavilion, which was originally full of people, was suppressed by this extremely loud slap and fell into a moment of dead silence.

Upstairs and downstairs, all the eyes in Fengyue Building were locked on me and Qi Yan.

"Who is this woman? Don't die, you dare to beat the Lord of Yunqin!"

"Vulgar powder, I've smeared three or two catties of white powder!"

"The Lord of Yun Qin has always been a moody master, shouldn't he slaughter this Fengyue Tower now?"

......

There was a lot of gossip in my ears, and I didn't care about it.

After all, few people can recognize the way I look now.

Qi Yan probably felt that he was slapped by me in public, and he lost face, so he raised his palm and covered my face, "Don't keep challenging my bottom line!"

Two strong winds struck, and Qi Yan's raised hand suddenly slapped himself like a demon.

The scene was very weird, and the people in Fengyue Pavilion were panicked, and they were all afraid that Qi Yan would suddenly go crazy and slaughter the building.

I quietly looked in the direction of Rong Ji, and then turned my head to look in the direction of Huangfu Xuan.

It's still in my expectation that Rong Ji will make a move, but what does Huangfu Xuan mean?

After hundreds of slaps, Qi Yan's face was already swollen.

He stared angrily in the direction of Rong Ji, eager to cut him with a thousand knives.

However, Rong Ji had already withdrawn his gaze, drinking cup after cup of tea.

"King Donglin, you are plotting against me!" Qi Yan dragged me, pulled me in front of Rong Ji, and defiantly rested his arm on my shoulder.

Rong Ji looked at me directly, his thin lips lightly opened, "What are you doing?"

Rong Ji's face was blank, but I could vaguely sense his impending anger erupting.

"Nothing to do. I said.

"Whatever you want. Rong Ji said sullenly, turned to get up, and the Sky Slashing Sword came out of its sheath and slashed straight at Qi Yan's arm.