is also a female disciple of the twelve sons of Xuanji, but Le Qingxia has a very different style of clothing from Yuan Shuichen. At the banquet, Qingkou also looked at her twice, and realized that she was not much different from when they met on the boat that day. Dressed in an indigo purple robe, the corners are sewn with cyan lace, and the head is tied in a bun different from the edge of the dust, looking like a capable eldest sister.

The most striking thing is, still, the chest ......

At this moment, she was dragging the Luan Fufeng on the side to drink, Luan Fufeng looked bitter but helpless, so she had to slowly accompany her to drink cup by glass, and the hand that raised the glass even trembled a little.

Alone in a relatively deserted part of the banquet, Qingkou inadvertently caught a glimpse of a colleague who drank alone wine, silently drank the sake in the cup without saying a word, quite chivalrous. But soon this scene was broken by an outsider: a female disciple who was also a twelve-son trotted over, took one of his arms and shook it, not knowing what else to say.

This chivalrous disciple is the disciple who was named in the last battle of Lun Zhi Mountain, Xuan Wuyu. He obviously doesn't like cumbersome things, pursues simplicity, is dressed in simple gray clothes, the hairpin is a slender needle, and there are no gems, pearls, pearls and other ornaments on his clothes like other disciples. And the female disciple who came up was different, the clothes were complicated, the upper body was a black and white short gauze smock, the buttons were all jade raw stones, and under the robe was a Taoist robe, but it was pink. The bun is tied with three short hairpins. She was a little younger than the other two female disciples, and she still looked a little childish.

"There are only three female disciples among the noble disciples?" When he was drunk, Chi Wei looked at the twelve sons who were moving over there, looked at Liezi again, and asked with a smile.

"Not bad. Liezi nodded, then fell silent.

Seeing that Liezi no longer spoke, Chi Wei didn't ask any more questions. Just continue to watch with interest these young celestial visitors.

The latter part of the banquet is difficult to describe, the emperor and Ziqi left early, and Crimson finally dragged Qingkou back to the main hall. Liezi and Chi Wei and others were also slightly drunk, which also made Chi Wei's plan to speak ruin - it meant that it was really in the soup, and the speech he hid under the collar accidentally fell out in the middle and happened to fall into a bowl of meatball soup, so the prepared speech had to be abandoned.

After the fun, everyone went back to the palace to rest. The lights at the banquet still shone red, but the only thing left on the banquet was a small amount of soup or a small amount of unfinished dishes, and a wine glass that accidentally fell to the floor during the joy.

Qinglong Palace, from the joy of the reunion, to the coldness of sleep.

Ziqi didn't drink, so she kept tossing and turning without sleepiness. The wide and comfortable mattress does not give Ziqi a solid and comfortable sleep.

She gently took out the small cloth bag containing the feathers, untied the red rope that bound her mouth, and took out the treasure, with serious and reverent movements. Ziqi told the Emperor about this, and the Emperor promised to send someone to search for the lost Heavenly Fire with them early tomorrow morning.

She thought about it, and thought of the hardships and setbacks she had experienced along the way, Kangzhan Mountain, Luwu Mountain, Prayer Mountain, Lunzhi Mountain, they, Qingkou Su Xiao Crimson and Manta Thunder, all the way over the mountains and mountains, accompanied her through such a long journey, Ziqi couldn't help but be a little moved, her nose became sour, and she wanted to cry several times.

It's nice to have friends like that.

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