But in the next second, she suddenly felt a strong wind blowing around her.

Immediately after, Ao Yuan suddenly transformed into a giant dragon, holding her, roaring, and soaring into the sky.

"Let's go now."

“……”

Xiang Xing could only lie in the dragon's claws, looking through the gap at the wind-blown Huangdu Street.

Three seconds of silence.

……

This demon wind blew away, but it was not only Huangdu Street.

Even Du Yunwen, who was drying calligraphy and paintings in the courtyard of Shangshu Mansion, suffered, and was hurriedly cleaning up in the courtyard with the little guys.

Suddenly, a slightly yellowed portrait came into his eyes.

Du Yunwen was stunned for a moment, walked over and picked it up.

His eyes were in a trance.

It turned out that before he met Ruoli, when he was still in the stage of teasing in the clay pot, he painted the portrait of Ruoli with his dreams and imaginations.

…… Although, it's not like Ruoli at all, that's it.

Thinking about it, Du Yunwen smiled with emotion, casually found a small stone stool, sat down and looked at the portrait carefully.

When he painted this portrait, he was so excited.

Even at that time, I could meet her in my dreams every night, and I could meet her in this painting.

Thinking about it, Du Yunwen suddenly paused.

His eyes sank, and he looked at the painting again.

What's going on?

He actually felt in a trance that this portrait was more intimate than Ruoli.

After a period of silence, Du Yunwen's hands tightened, as if he suddenly realized something.

I couldn't help but stand up, stumbled back into the room, and took the clay pot out.

Pour out all the letters in the clay pot.

Until a red silk cloth held a letterhead fell.

It was their first correspondence, and she gave him a hint of the pair.

Du Yunwen bit his lower lip, carefully picked up the red silk cloth, and opened it.

But his eyes widened.

I saw that the red silk cloth was wrapped in a letterhead, not the letterhead it used to be.

Instead, it inexplicably turned into a light gray scale, some kind of creature's scales!

Du Yunwen was afraid that he would remember wrong, so he couldn't help but rub his eyes.

But he saw that the original pair of prompts was written on this scale in the handwriting he was most familiar with.

The man couldn't help but shake.

In my heart, an unbelievable conjecture jumped out.

……

Heavenly Court, Yuelao Temple.

By the lotus pond, Yue Lao was comfortably holding his big wine gourd, drinking the newly paid wine.

But suddenly he felt a familiar whirlwind whistling towards him.

Yue Lao raised his eyebrows, but laughed and continued to drink.

Until the pale cyan brilliance slowly fell on his side.

Without waiting for someone to salute, Yue Lao smiled and glanced at it.

"Young people nowadays, there are still a few quarters of an hour to get married, and there is still such leisure and elegance, wandering around?"

He smiled heartily and sat up.

Raised his eyes and looked at the pair of beautiful people, "Say, what's the matter with me looking for Yue Lao?" …… Do you want the old man to prepare a few more gifts to congratulate you two on a hundred years of marriage? ”

"Not really."

Ao Yuan smiled meaningfully, "When Ao Yuan and Neiko were playing in the mortal world, they encountered a strange thing...... Therefore, the two of us thought of coming to talk to you in the same month. ”

"Oh?"

When Yue Lao heard this, he became interested, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?" ”

"Before that, please ask Rong Aoyuan bravely."

Ao Yuan arched his hand at him, his lips slightly hooked.

"A thousand years ago, Yue Lao, you were so angry that you got drunk for seven days and seven nights because the fish in this lotus pond slipped away, which made the mortal love chaotic, and finally forced the Jade Emperor to come and wake you up, is it true?"