There were no clouds, but the sun was not so blazing, even on both sides of the warm Red River, it was finally the middle of winter. The slight cold wind blowing from the stone platform www.biquge.info did not bring up the smoke and dust in the cracks of the bluestone, but only made the white flowers piled up on the ground tremble slightly, making it even more poignant.

Luoluo stood outside the pear blossoms all over the ground, and his figure was a little lonely.

On her still innocent and more beautiful little face, she didn't see too obvious emotions, but thinking about the previous resolution in the stone hall, listening to the sound of ritual music that had become smooth again at the place where the whale landed on the platform, and thinking about the national letter that was about to be promulgated later, many patriarchs and generals couldn't bear to look at her, bowed their heads or turned around to stagger their gaze.

Luoluo didn't seem to notice this, and walked forward, the little leather boots stepping on the soft little white flowers, without making any sound.

Still some distance from the pear tree, she stopped, for an extremely majestic, mountain-like figure stopped in front of him.

She looked up and found that it was the Great Elder who had loved her the most since she was a child.

The patriarch of the Xiang clan looked at her silently, without speaking, but there were many complex emotions in his eyes, just like those wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, which were difficult to sort out.

In his calm eyes, there was gentleness, doting, apology, and pleading.

Luoluo understood what he meant, and said in a soft voice: "I didn't expect it. ”

The apology in the eyes of the patriarch of the Xiang clan became more and more intense, and he said, "This is what Your Majesty meant. ”

Luoluo looked at him with a small face, and said calmly: "So what?"

It was quiet on the observation deck, especially after she showed up.

Although her voice was very soft, it clearly reached the ears of all the big people of the demon clan.

The patriarch of the Xiang clan was stunned, the Taigong of the Deer clan was stunned, the patriarch of the carp clan was stunned, and the big people on the viewing platform were stunned.

Because they didn't expect that Her Royal Highness the Princess, who has always been known for her cuteness but sensible, well-behaved and obedient, would actually say such a thing.

So what? These four simple words seem to be just questions or inquiries, but who can't hear the coldness and toughness hidden in them?

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Luoluo walked to the pear tree.

She looked at the young demon under the tree, and found that the other party was indeed very handsome, and the aura he exuded was not very disgusting to her.

Her gaze fell on his hair, making sure there were no magic horns, and she felt slightly amused, and then she was a little confused.

As the most honorable princess of the demon clan, whether in Kyoto or in the White Emperor City, she has always been under the strictest protection, so she has no chance to participate in the Great Dynasty Examination, there is no way to enter the Tianshu Mausoleum with others to view the monument and enlightenment, let alone be allowed to enter the Zhou Yuan Trial.

So she didn't have much chance of meeting the real demons.

It was only many years ago at the Anglican Academy, on that unforgettable night, that she had met once.

That horned demon clan fell into the hands of Zhou Tong, it should have been dead a long time ago, right?

At that time, he had not even succeeded in washing the marrow, and when he stood in front of him, wouldn't he be afraid?

A white flower fell from the branch and brushed her sideburns, bringing her back to her senses.

She asked curiously, "You are the Demon Lord?"

Her eyes are clear, like a stream, and she can see all her true emotions.

Obviously, she didn't have any anger towards the young demon lord, just a little curiosity.

"Yes. ”

The Demon Lord looked at her silently, and suddenly said, "You can call me by my name, Nero." ”

There is no peculiarity in this sentence and the slight pause in the middle.

But if the black robe and the demon marshal were present, they would definitely be very surprised.

If it were the presence of those princes and ministers in the old city of Snow, they might even be scared unconscious.

Although his indifferent tone concealed true arrogance, he told her his real name and allowed her to use it.

Luoluo didn't know the rules of these demon royal families, and he didn't care about them.

She looked at him and asked, "You want to marry me?"

The Demon Lord raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Not bad." ”

Luoluo asked, "Why?"

The purpose of marriage is naturally to prove the alliance.

It was a very clear answer, and the Demon Lord believed she knew it, but she couldn't answer it that way.

This is the dignity of a king, the reserve that a royal family should have, and the respect given to each other.

So the answer he gave was admiration.

He said he had admired her for a long time.

Luoluo of course knew that this could not be true, just like she knew why he wanted to marry her.

But she continued to ask, "Did you know about me before?"

Many of the bigwigs, including the patriarch of the Xiang clan, thought they knew why she insisted on continuing to ask.

She wanted to prove that the Demon Lord was lying.

She wanted to prove that the Demon Lord didn't know about it before, so naturally she didn't have any long-term admiration.

But even if this is proven, what's the point?

In their opinion, His Royal Highness Luoluo at this time is like a child biting the tip of a pen and thinking hard about how to solve a pattern problem.

Even if she solves this problem, who cares if it's right or wrong?

"Of course, it is because you know that you appreciate it, and I believe that one day in the future, you will feel the same way. ”

The Demon Lord looked at her calmly, looking very confident.

Luoluo suddenly took a few steps back, came to the white flower, and looked under the tree again.

She tilted her head, frowned slightly, and somehow looked a little distressed, very cute.

A glance at the past is a painting.

Outside the fence is the blue sky, high and quiet.

A pear tree, full of tiny white flowers.

He stood under a tree.

The wind rises, and the flowers fall like rain.

Fell on his shoulder.

Fell on his clothes.

The painting is really beautiful.

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The Demon Lord didn't speak, letting her look at herself.

Because he was standing in the middle of the painting at this time.

There was a vague smile on his face, and a hint of exhaustion and boredom gradually appeared in the depths of his eyes.

At the beginning, Luoluo didn't show his fear of him like those aristocratic girls in Snow Old City, nor did he put on a deliberately arrogant and indifferent appearance like his sisters, but just opened his bright eyes like ordinary girls to express curiosity, which really made him some interested.

But over time, that interest has faded a lot.

Especially when I saw Luoluo's expression at this time.

This painting was originally painted by him to her.

He sneered slightly, a woman is a woman, and after all, he still likes these nihilistic and ridiculous things.

Just as he was thinking like this, he suddenly heard a word.

"Have you seen that painting of mine?"

The one who speaks is the one who falls.

The Demon Lord smiled, looked at her and said calmly, "I don't understand what you mean. ”

"I painted a picture three days ago. ”

Luoluo looked at him and said, "I didn't expect to see the real scene today." ”

The Demon Lord raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Really? That's a coincidence. ”

"Of course, this is not a coincidence, it should be that my mother knows that I like the painting very much, so she showed it to you. In the middle of winter, the spring breeze is solstice, the pear blossoms are blooming all over the tree, and you are under the tree...... These details are very well done, the pear blossoms are beautiful, you are also beautiful, and the way of touching the scene is also very natural, but mother and you have made one mistake. ”

"What did you get wrong?"

"Even if everything is designed to be perfect, you can't be my painter. ”

"Why?"

"Because that painting is not something I imagined in the air, but it was there. ”

Luoluo looked at him with sympathetic eyes, like looking at a child biting the tip of a pen and thinking about how to solve a pattern problem.

You think you've found the right way to solve the problem, but you don't know what it means.

The Demon Lord vaguely guessed the answer and asked, "Who is this person in the painting?"

Luoluo's eyes widened and said seriously: "Of course it's my husband." ”