Tie the fairy seed flower

I didn't have a way to prepare to return the painting, but I happened to meet Huan Wan looking for a painting, so I borrowed this gap to return it.

Seeing that Wufang asked about the nine thousand years again, he told Wufang that he and Luo Yang had a fate, understood each other, fought together, and had a slow relationship. When the evening narration is narrated, there is no sadness, mixed with a touch of happiness.

opened the painting, and the Luo Yang who looked like Ji Jiujiu made Wufang couldn't help but ask.

"That Jiujiu is too much like Luo Yang Shangxian, could it actually be her! Isn't there a word for reincarnation? ”

Yu Wan was dazed, his eyes were completely new, he thought that his thinking was right, and he was pierced by a wordless, staring at the painting with a smile.

"Wufang Tianjun, you may be right!"

Yu Wan saluted Wufang, who was shocked, stood up, and dragged his arms.

"Can you, help me, transfer her from Wumiao Pavilion!"

The holding hands were put down, and replied casually: "She, she is just an immortal, and you are a heavenly monarch, why not want an immortal?" ”

Yu Wan's face was embarrassed and trembling, "Don't dare!" ”

"Don't dare? Oh... I know why! Wu Miao Pavilion is in charge of the affairs of the Gentle! ”

She is gentle and jealous, because she is the patriarch, and the food, clothing, and rewards in each hall need to pass through her hands, arrogant and domineering, and love and hate are clear.

Since becoming the head of Wumiao Pavilion, he has exchanged all the girls around Wanjun in the name of prevention. Blatantly going to leave Jiujiu is likely to push her into the abyss, why can't anyone take care of it? Three generations of elders, three gentlemen, and no crime, have to be afraid.

"Then, I have to go and ask for immortals!"

Wufang's idea is to ask Jiujiu to come to His Excellency, and then Yu Wanjun can often borrow my reason to visit her, and then slowly find out if Jiujiu is the reincarnation of Luo Yang Shangxian.

"That's a great way!"

Wufang obviously wants to match the two, but why is he panicking in his heart, a sense of loss swept over, seven up and down, Shaolang didn't think so, and didn't realize that he had already planted the root of love.

For many times, Jiu Jiuyi's mind went back and forth between copying books and cultivating, and all her energy was smashed into these two places, and she was afraid that she would be unable to do it like the last time.

The noisy sound attracted the onlookers of Wumiao Pavilion, and Yu Rou went out to greet her, and she also straightened up with a look of disdain.

"I don't know what to do here?"

Although Yu Rou was arrogant, she also saluted respectfully, Jiu Jiu poked his head out of the immortal group, and looked at Wufang and Peng Zeyu, as well as his own affairs. Seeing that the people from Wufang were not good, Jiu Jiu had already decided to eat melons here, and the next second it was a thunderbolt.

"That flower fairy! Where is the one who is the Nine of the Nines? ”

Jiu Jiu stroked his hair and stuck out his ears, (I just heard Peng Zeyu call me, was I hallucinating?) I felt bad and meditated in my heart.

"What's the matter?"

Peng Zeyu explained what happened, saying that Jiujiu was jealous that Wufang Xingjun's flowers were more beautiful than her, uprooted them, and all of them died.

Jiu Jiu was in a daze on the side, so anxious that he almost vomited blood. Yu Rou called out her name, "Since this pavilion has no way to discipline and cause trouble to the king, the pavilion master will personally clean it up!" On your knees! ”

Jiujiu wanted to explain, she had a question mark on her face, and told her to kneel, arrogant and arrogant. If Peng Zeyu hadn't asked them to tie them up, maybe Yurou would have cleaned up Jiujiu in person.

"Pick it up, it's a trivial matter, I hope you will hand her over, kidnap and plant flowers, as long as the flowers grow, they will naturally be sent back to you, can you?"

"She's all tied, and the flowers must be rare. But she can spare her punishment, which is really a blessing, and Jiujiu has not thanked the Heavenly Monarch! ”

The angry Jiujiu saw Wufang's shaking hand and shook his head lightly, I don't know what kind of drama this is, Peng Zeyu spoke, cooperated with us, and Jiujiu reluctantly accompanied them to perform this play.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Every word was sonorous and powerful in and out of the root of the ear, looking at Jiu Jiu's resentful look, she was tied to Xinglan Pavilion, and she felt that the face of this life was lost.