In class, there is a smell of incense, a good smell of willow leaves.

Beilan Laiye didn't reply, and looked away. As a bystander, Yang Mingming took a full view of this matter, she was thinking in her heart, Beilan Laiye clearly didn't like Lan Qi, it was rare that Lan Qi, as a demon emperor, was willing to bend his waist for a woman of unknown origin.

After the three of them returned to the Spirit Void Palace, the stolen seeds of the Ten Thousand Spirits Flower Tree yesterday had already been known to the dean, and he punished Senior Brother Murong for this, and also punished Beilan Lai Ye and Lan Qi together.

It's none of their business, but they still kneel seriously. The wind and rain outside were thick, and when the people who came saw a few people kneeling, they all retreated.

Lan Qi felt that he was very wronged, and the dean scolded him for standing by and adding fuel to the fire, which was the most deserving punishment.

Third, from the day of the day, the heat in the small building of Minglan fumigation. At first, Beilan Laiye felt that writing on rice paper made of sandalwood bark was quite meaningful, but she couldn't hold on for three days, and she was too annoying.

The rice paper in the small building is scattered everywhere, like a silk yarn falling on the ground, and occasionally the wind blows, rolling up one or two pieces of tissue paper.

Beilan came to Ye to see Lan Qi's heart like a mirror, standing in front of the Qingyu case to write, flowing clouds and water, and the north window was lying high.

He was dressed in a dark blue robe, and not a drop of ink was touched on the robe. What is even more strange about Beilan Laiye is that the hands, with distinct joints, are fair and slender, and when they hold Zihao, they are extremely good-looking. There was a fine sweat on his forehead, but he did not make a sound.

It's wonderful.

"Hey, what are you doing, we still have two rooms of scripture books to copy!" Yang Mingming saw her sitting on the ground, with dots of ink on her white robe, and couldn't help but make fun of her: "Your robe looks like a painting." ”

Beilan Laiye glanced at Yang Mingming's face indifferently: "It's not better than you, use your face as a drawing paper." ”

At this time, Lan Qi had finished copying today's copies, he was always so organized, he only copied 300 copies today, so he only copied 300 copies, one is not much, one is not many.

San's day was already hot, and Beilan Laiye's long hair hung down on her shoulders, which inevitably made her even hotter, and muttered, "I really want to cut this hair." ”

Lan Qi gently rested Zihao on the pen pillow, and when he heard Beilan Laiye's words, he mended the knife and said: "The chest is so flat, it is better to keep your hair longer, so that you are more like a girl." ”

When Beilan Laiye heard this, he threw the Zihao in his hand, but in an instant, he was caught by Lan Qi with two fingers and placed on the pen pillow leisurely.

"Haha, I heard you right, he said you have a flat chest hahahaha." Yang Mingming was overjoyed, slumped on a pile of raw rice paper and giggled.

Lan Qi disliked the high fire umbrella in Minglan Xiaozhu, and left after writing today's example. Beilan Laiye didn't dare to leave this place so early, if he was caught by his aunt, he would definitely be reprimanded by her, and then she would drive him back to Sancongtian.

"I have something to do, go first." She found a way in her heart, gently patted Yang Mingming's shoulder, left these words and left.

She transformed into Lan Qi and sneaked back to Moyang Palace. The soul technique she practiced was that even she couldn't find out that this "Blue Qi Demon Emperor" was transfiguring.

At this moment, Beilan Laiye is lying in the Yubo Luo flower pond and blowing the gentle breeze from the thirteenth day.

The cultivators who can bathe in the tulip pond are generally not of low rank, so there is generally no one to bother here, but among these people, there is no such thing as a bewitching man, Lan Qi.

Only Yang Mingming said faintly: "Oh~ No wonder he had to put an enchantment on these books before leaving, and the result was to prevent you from touching them." ”