Ay...... Is it really that obvious......

Hua Weiluo looked at herself in the mirror a little depressed, and sighed faintly for a while.

When I came to this world, it seems that it has been less than half a year since I knew the best, will all this develop too fast? ?

When she went out of the house again, she found that on the round table outside the courtyard, only Zhizhen and Zhimei were sitting, and Xiaobai was squatting at their feet and dozing, with his hairy head little by little.

"Hey, where is the best junior brother??" The flowers did not fall, and they looked towards the truth and beauty with puzzled eyes.

"Someone came to the palace just now, saying that the emperor was in a hurry to announce that the eleventh prince had entered the palace." Zhimei sat at the round table, feeling that he still couldn't react, how could the second senior brother, who had been with him for many years, suddenly become the eleventh prince of the current Ziyun Kingdom...... This...... The gap between before and after is too big, right??

"Senior sister." Zhizhen opened his mouth and asked in a deep voice towards Hua Weiluo: "Senior sister was given marriage by the emperor to the second junior brother??" ”

"Uh...... Oh, yes. Hua Weiluo looked at them a little embarrassed, and then remembered that they went to Qingxinguan some time ago and were not in the capital, so they should still not know about these news.

"Congratulations, Senior Sister." Zhizhen clasped his hands into fists and said respectfully towards Hua Weiluo.

"Uh...... This ......" Hua Weiluo didn't know how to answer him for a while, and after a while, he squeezed out the words "happy and happy".

Zhimei laughed all of a sudden, and quipped: "This is a happy event for the senior sister and the second senior brother, where did we get the same joy?" ”

"If you want to be happy, you can just make a pair with Senior Brother Zhizhen." Hua Weiluo glanced at Zhimei angrily, turned around and ignored him.

Zhimei froze instantly.

In the palace, the imperial study.

Zhishan stood in front of the dragon-shaped desk carved from golden silk nanmu in a white robe, looked at the person sitting behind the desk, and asked in a light tone: "The emperor urgently announced that I would enter the palace, but there is something?" ”

"Not really." The emperor let out a long sigh, raised his head to look at him, knocked on the table with one hand and said, "The secret weapon of the elder of the Tang Sect has been stolen, you should have already gotten the news." ”

"Hmm." Zhishan nodded.

"Now, they have collected five of the eight treasure maps." The emperor held his forehead a little helplessly, looking at Zhishan who was standing and standing below, and was slightly distracted.

More than 20 years have passed in a blink of an eye, and a young person like himself is still young, but he is already an age that is not confused, these days, there are more and more gray hairs on his sideburns, and every time he looks in the mirror, he can feel the passage of time.

"There are still three left, and they are about to collect them, but at their pace, it should be soon." Zhishan groaned slightly, and then replied to him in an affirmative tone.

"Otherwise, do you really want to marry the flower lady of the Flower King's Mansion??" The emperor suddenly changed the topic and asked towards Zhishan.

Zhishan raised his head slightly, looked at the person sitting on the top with a pair of dark and deep eyes, was silent for a moment, and then nodded and said, "Seriously." ”

"Have you ever thought that one day, she will grow old like me, and you will still look young??" The emperor's voice asked slowly and lowly.

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Good night