Xie Zhao laughed, shook his head and spread his hands innocently:

"Who made you so amused? actually deceived a quasi-child.

I don't even have any 'strength', you can do everything yourself. In the end, it is a 'little friend', who is so uncontrollable in trouble. ”

Han Changsheng said hatefully: "Xie Zhao! Didn't you give birth to eight hundred hearts? ”

Xie Zhao smiled, nodded with a smile:

"If you say that, I can't deny it."

She did have a clear eye and a clear heart when she was a child, and she was born with a seven-trick exquisite heart, which is also impossible.

After all, being too transparent and too precocious is not necessarily a good thing.

If a person is too smart and sober, it is inevitable that everything will lose interest in watching.

Han Changchang sighed.

"Okay, so now that my biggest secret is known to you, we should be honest with each other now, right?"

God knows how guilty he felt when he was trying to hide his identity in front of his friends!

Now that Xie Zhao found out and said it, it was a good thing for him, at least he didn't have to worry about it anymore, right?

He glanced at the faces of several people, and cautiously added:

"I have a last resort, you are not allowed to be angry with me!"

Ling He nodded slightly.

"Understood."

Han Changsheng looked at Bo Xuan again.

The deputy envoy of Bo Xuan, who cultivated the "Affectionate Dao", raised his eyebrows slightly, and actually spit out a sentence very ruthlessly.

"I was ordered by the Holy Envoy to follow Miss Xie, and Han Shaoxia's matter has nothing to do with me."

Han Changsheng: "."

He looked at Xie Zhao again, only to see Xie Zhao dispensably tugging at the corners of his lips and smiling slightly.

"There are a lot of women in this woman, and I have forgiven you a long time ago."

Han Changsheng breathed a long sigh of relief.

After a few people were full of wine and food, Xie Zhao showed a look of reminiscence, quietly looking at a table of cups and plates in a mess.

Ling Or suddenly realized it and asked out loud:

"The last time you cooked and bought a table like this, was it also the Chinese New Year?"

Xie Zhao came back to his senses, let out a light "hmm", and nodded lightly:

"Yes, that was about four or five years ago, and it was also the first day of the new year."

Ling Or turned his eyes to look at her.

Thinking about it, if you return to the palace of Zhaoge City, which never sleeps, you don't need Her Royal Highness Princess Tianchen to cook.

So she cooked by herself that year, thinking that if it was either in Shentai Palace, it was above the rivers and lakes.

"Haven't you ever gone home for the New Year?"

Xie Zhao shook his head, and said honestly:

"In the early years, I rarely went back to the palace to keep the New Year. From the first day of the first month to the fifteenth day of the first month, there is a prayer ceremony.

Most of the time, as a 'goddess', I stayed in the tower temple to assist in the blessing and astrology of Nanxu. ”

As if thinking of something interesting, she smiled and said:

"On the first day of the first lunar month of that year, I didn't know what kind of madness I made, and insisted on cooking them a Chinese New Year's Eve meal."

He. Guys?

Han Changsheng was puzzled: "Apart from the Southern Ruins High Priest, who else can stay in the Tower Temple with you in the New Year?" ”

Between the thunder and lightning, he suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed:

"Could it be that ...... 'Golden Terrace' road hurt the sparrow?"

Ling Or also suddenly turned his head to look at Xie Zhao.

When he "picked up" Xie Zhao back then, he never forgot the fatal sword wound that pierced her chest.

just subconsciously avoided this topic and didn't take the initiative to mention it in front of Xie Zhao, for fear of arousing her sadness.

Sure enough, the smile on Xie Zhao's face faded slightly.

“…… Be. Most of my childhood was spent growing up with Nanxu and Wounded Sparrows. That year, Zi was no exception. ”

The three of them looked at her fixedly.

They didn't expect that even now, she could still call "Jintai" "hurt" in a calm tone without resentment and hatred.

Xie Zhao unconsciously touched the tea cup in his palm, which had gradually cooled, sighed, and continued:

"On the first day of the first lunar month of that year, I also made such a table full of dishes.

Nanxu and the wounded finch are very popular, and they eat as clean as they do today.

By the way, we also secretly took out the best 'Liangyi Brewed' side dishes in Shentai Palace.

When the wine was strong, Nanxu and I were interested, using branches as swords, and learning moves under the moon, not to mention how comfortable it was. ”

Han Changsheng couldn't hold back his words, he held back for a long time, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"It's such a close friendship that used to be, why would the road hurt the sparrow."

Traitorous assassination?

He couldn't ask the rest of the story.

Xie Zhao was speechless at first, then turned his head and smiled, and said no more.

For things that she doesn't have a clue about, she has never liked to casually speculate.

Ling He was silent for a moment, then suddenly picked up the wine jug and filled everyone's wine glasses.

"If you have a big holiday, don't mention those unhappy things, and drink."

Han Changsheng, who lacked heart, was reminded like this, and finally came back to his senses.

He hurriedly disguised his cup.

"Yes, yes, drink!"

Bo Xuan didn't speak, but he picked up the wine glass in front of him in a good temper.

Seeing their cautious appearance, Xie Zhao immediately smiled and said:

"Not really. Relax, I'm fine. ”

Ling Or raised his eyes to look at her.

"Are you really okay?"

"It's really fine."

Xie Zhao also picked up the wine glass in front of him, lightly touched it with the wine glasses of the three of them, and said with a smile:

"There is nothing important in life except death. Who is in a hurry in life, can not encounter the slightest frustration?

Compared with the miserable people in the crowd, I am already so lucky in this life, and I have nothing to complain about. ”

Open-minded and free like her, she chuckled and raised her head to drink the wine in the glass, and then signaled to them with the empty wine glass.

"Why? Drink quickly, what about fish farming? ”

The three of them were helpless, seeing that she didn't seem to want to talk more, and it seemed that she really didn't have any gloomy mood, so they had to drink the sake in their glasses as well.

After drinking all the wine in the pot, Xie Zhao, who had been busy for a long time, stroked his forehead, supported his sideburns with the back of his hand, and leaned on the table to fall asleep.

Ling He and the others only thought that she was sleepy because of her lack of energy, so they spontaneously cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks in the hall, and urged her to go back to the room to rest as soon as possible.

Xie Zhao didn't refuse, she just yawned lazily, and then said apologetically:

"It's hard work, I'll wash tomorrow's dishes, and I won't be bad."

Everyone looked at her sleepy look and waved her hand again and again to signal her to hurry up.

So, Xie Zhao, who was as good as a stream, turned around and returned to his bedroom.

But the next moment, she locked the deadbolt of the door from the inside, and the sleepiness on her face was swept away.

She first changed into a lighter warrior skirt, and then listened carefully to the movement outside the hall.

He smiled faintly, pushed open the window at the back of the room, jumped out, and closed the window with him.

Tonight, she is planning to go back to Shentai Palace.

It's just that I'm afraid of Ling or they are worried, so it's better to go quietly and return quietly.

lest they be afraid of the New Year, and they will not be able to sleep peacefully because they are afraid.

Because the last time she was bumped into Nanxu's identity, she promised Nanxu that if she was still singing in Zhaoge during the New Year, she would go to Shentai Palace to meet him.

It can be regarded as letting him know that he is still alive, and by the way, the senior brothers and sisters can also be regarded as spending the New Year together.

After all, this generation of inner disciples under the seat of the high priest of Shentai Palace Fengzhi is only her and Nanxu's two personal disciples.

Nanxu was an orphan, without relatives or relatives, cold and arrogant.

Since she promised him to keep the New Year with him, she had to fulfill her promise.