Ran Ran came to his senses when he heard the voice, turned around, and saw Si Ming Xingjun standing outside the fire room, bowing his head solemnly, with a thick smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Emperor, the emperor's explanation of Xiaoxian has been done."

Although Si Ming didn't know what was going on in the fire room, it was obvious that he must have missed a good show. When I think of this, I inevitably beat my chest a little.

Ran Ran pretended to raise his head calmly, looked at Si Ming, and under the other party's inquiring gaze, he found that he had been lying on Ziqing's body at some point, and he didn't know what he thought, a touch of red flew on his cheeks, and he said in a panic.

"Since the emperor and Xingjun have something to discuss, Ran Ran will retire first." As he spoke, he took two steps back without a trace and slipped out of the fire room at the speed of a whirlwind.

Ziqing sent Ran Ran out of the fire room, his eyes flashed slightly, and then returned to Si Ming, signaling the other party to continue.

Out of the fire room, Ran Ran touched his cheeks and felt a little hot.

She lost her little face in front of the old man of the emperor every day, and she didn't know what the emperor would think of her......

Doubts swirled in Ran Ran's mind, not realizing that he had inadvertently taken a fork in the road, and when he came back to his senses and touched the pomegranate tree on the side of the road, he couldn't help but stop and stared at the bright red stamens for a long time. After a while, Fang muttered to himself. "Purple Flower...... Is it also open? ”

Perhaps because of her admiration for her uncle Luo Yu, or because of the purple flower she inadvertently planted outside the walls of Zhilan Garden, she would habitually go there every summer.

The purple flower is called Lingxiao flower in the mortal world, probably because the name of the Emperor's palace is called Lingxiao, and the immortals have a pilgrimage heart, so the entire fairy world cannot see the purple flower bloom.

The first time she saw Ziwei was on a stone wall in the mountains.

The cliffs are deep and deep, and there is no grass, but there is a touch of green climbing along the gap, and the orange-red flower bones meet the sunlight, which is particularly dazzling.

She couldn't help but admire that the flowers and plants in the world can be tenacious.

She hadn't seen Ziwei for hundreds of years since then, until three hundred years ago.

On that day, she went to the market as usual, and on the way she passed by a medicine hall and caught a glimpse of a man carrying a bamboo basket into deliver medicine. After walking a few steps, she suddenly heard an argument in the medicine hall, so she looked back and took a second look, and this glance surprised her to see a few orange-red flowers floating outside the threshold of the medicine hall. She felt a little familiar for a moment, so she took a few steps back and squatted down to pick it up and take a look.

This was not the first time she had seen her in the mountains...... Cliff flowers?

Recalling that when she first saw Jinghong, she felt sorry, so she picked up the flowers and bones on the ground one by one, and took out the handkerchief in her arms to wrap them.

At this time, a bearded man walked out of the hall, and he shouted while walking away the man with a bamboo basket on his back. "People who don't know medical skills still dare to be presumptuous in the Green Capsule Hall, go quickly!"

The man in the moon white clothes who was scolded was not in a hurry, and he did not see panic.

It was probably because the man was too calm, and the bearded man felt that the other party must be weak-hearted, so he stood at the door and said loudly.

"Don't come to our Qingbao Hall in the future, do you hear that?"

Seeing that the other party was still silent, the bearded man glanced at the door and said.

"Why don't you roll with that yellow-haired girl at your door?"

Ran Ran was startled by the loud voice behind her, and looked up at the source of the voice, only then did she be sure that the yellow-haired girl that the other party was talking about was about herself.

Do you think that she Luo Ranran is nearly 30,000 years old, and she is called a yellow-haired girl by a mortal? It's a little bit funnier.

At that time, she originally wanted to stand up and reason with the other party, but she didn't think that a very nice man's voice came from above her head.

"Let's go."

Ran Ran's gaze first stayed on a pair of boots embroidered with honeysuckle patterns, and looked up along the silver lines, and there was a moon-white slender figure.

The sun was rising, and the morning sun was lazily shining on the man in front of him, Ran Ran squinted his eyes and looked at the other party.

The moon-white man was born quite handsome, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and a shallow smile on his lips.

"Who are you?"

The moon-white man was stunned for a moment when she asked, then rolled up his wide sleeves and replied slowly.

"Zhang Qingyan in Xiawu County."