"Yan'er has heard from her eldest brother a long time ago."

Ye Xiuyan carried her own careful thoughts, and as soon as she came up, she made a killer move, and her mouth was smeared with sweetness like honey: "The imperial sister-in-law is out of the world, she is a rare beauty, and when I see it today, it is true." ”

Women like to hear others praise their beauty, and Ling Ranyue is no exception, hearing her sister-in-law praise herself, the only trace of defense in her heart instantly collapsed.

"My sister-in-law has a good reputation."

She took two steps forward, like a friend who had been reunited for a long time, and held Ye Xiuyan's hand affectionately: "My sister-in-law is young and beautiful." ”

"The imperial sister-in-law is not only beautiful, but also has superb mana."

Ye Xiuyan pulled into the relationship between her sister-in-law with one sentence, smiled slyly, and made persistent efforts: "Especially the Tianzong Wizard, a single wood attribute Heavenly Spirit Root, cultivation is extremely fast, and the hidden dragon list ranks third, envy how many people in the world." ”

"Sister-in-law is not also successful in transforming the spiritual root."

The more Ling Ran listened, the more intimate he became to her: "The mutated spirit root of the ice attribute is strong in battle, and it is even more enviable than the wood spirit root of the imperial sister-in-law." ”

"My sister's spiritual root is different from that of the imperial sister-in-law."

Ye Xiuyan's eyes flashed slightly, with a hint of cunning: "The mutated spirit root that has been transformed the day after tomorrow, no matter how strong the combat power is, it is not as good as the innate spirit root brought out of the mother's womb, or the innate spirit root is more compatible with the human body, the cultivation speed is fast, and the advantages are more obvious." ”

"Speaking of innate spiritual roots."

Lin Jingcheng had a keen mind, and when he heard what he said, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and subconsciously spoke: "Fuxin's spiritual root is exactly the same as Miss Ling's, it is a single wood attribute heavenly spiritual root. ”

"yes."

Ye Xiuyan kept up with the rhythm and gave him an appreciative look: "My sister is also about to say that it is a coincidence, Fuxin's girl is also the innate spiritual root of the wood attribute, not only that, but her appearance is also somewhat similar to the imperial sister-in-law." ”

"Really?"

When the other three heard this, they were stunned for a moment.

Lin Jingcheng was silent for a few seconds, thinking of what his sister said inexplicably, he suddenly patted his head and had an epiphany: "I know, why did my sister ask the master of the Shenyin Gate"

Ye Xiuyan raised her eyebrows lightly, and before she could interrupt him, Ling Ranyue's exclamation had already sounded in her ears: "Ask my father?" What's up? ”

"Imperial sister-in-law."

Ye Xiuyan glanced at a certain prince and sighed gloomily: "Do you have a portrait of the master of the door before his death?" ”

"Yes."

Ling Ran's eyes became more and more puzzled, and he hesitated to take it out.

"The imperial sister-in-law doesn't have to be nervous."

Ye Xiuyan saw her entanglement, and said softly with relief: "We have no malice, we just want to confirm one thing." ”

"What's the matter?"

Ye Junlan had the heart to protect his beloved wife and asked for her.

"Big brother has seen Fuxin."

Ye Xiuyan didn't hide it, thought about it intently, and said her guess: "Knowing her life experience, do you think that she is somewhat similar to the imperial sister-in-law?" ”

"Fuxin?"

Ye Junlan's eyes were in a trance, and he tried to recall in his mind that the little glutinous rice dumpling that was only four or five years old three years ago.

"I don't remember much."

After a while, he curled his hair a little helplessly and smiled wryly.

"This is a portrait of Fuxin."

Ye Xiuyan did not hesitate, in front of the three people, took out a piece of rice paper from the storage ring, pinched a small spell, and clearly rubbed the figure that appeared in her mind.

"Oh, by the way, big brother remembered."

Ye Junlan looked at the little girl who was already eight years old and had grown up, her pupils shrank, revealing a clear expression: "It's her, the empress's youngest daughter, that little girl with an unknown background and a lovely little girl." ”