Ting Lan opened her eyes.

She got up and half-sat down on the couch and looked out at the sky through the window.

It's already twilight.

Why don't you rest in Lingxiao Xiaozhu today!

Here, there seems to be a special kind of magic.

It's much more comfortable to rest here than in the Snow Pavilion.

I don't know, it's because of the snow!

She thought wildly and got up from the couch.

Poured myself a cup of tea. The entrance, only then did it turn out, what seemed to be some flower tea.

Thinking of this, she smiled shallowly.

It must be the last time I made flower wine, some of the remaining flowers. His Royal Highness made these flowers into flower tea.

But she doesn't like to drink flower tea.

She likes to drink black tea. In this entire Nine Heavens, the place where black tea is abundant is in Luofu Mountain.

Every time, she would go to her aunt and ask for a few jars of black tea to drink.

Every time he held the tea can, Ting Lan was thinking, if Luofu Shenjun had the same business mind as Uncle Qingming. This black tea from Luofu Mountain will definitely be in the entire Nine Heavens, and the fire will not work. Maybe, he will pull Luo Shang from the Miaohua Realm down from the first position in the Nine Heavens.

Thinking of this, Ting Lan took out a jar of black tea from his sleeve. She put the tea jar in the small cabinet in front of the bed, and before putting it in, she took out some tea leaves and made a new pot of black tea.

Why don't you do something meaningful tonight?

Let's take a good look at it, the set of mental methods that you got before?

Thinking like this, Ting Lan carefully checked the barrier he had laid to see if there was anything wrong.

After checking it and finding that there was nothing wrong, I immediately began to understand that set of mental methods.

At this moment, the twilight of the Sea and Sky Plains is the time of prosperity.

In the depths of the flowers, there was a man in a dark robe woven with gold, looking at the direction of Ling Xiao Xiaozhu, in a daze.

Among the flowers, you can see very cute little creatures everywhere.

These little creatures adorn the plains of the sea and the sky. Under the vast sea and sky plain, I don't know how many little creatures there are, and I don't know how many past events have been buried.

Qing Ming sat on a hillside full of blue flowers, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ting Lan is so late, why did she come to Lingxiao Xiaozhu?

Miao Yin is gone.

His heart has gone from being empty at the beginning to becoming confused now.

Miaoyin's mind is very complicated, and he can't say it clearly.

What the hell is he happy about?

When I brought her back from the mortal world, I never thought that she would one day become her own emperor and queen.

Later, there were two children, Qing Yan and Qing Heng, left.

Of course, he really didn't take much care of these two children.

It's been a long time before I see each other again!

He struggled to think about the last time he and his two children met.

Looks like it's at the festival of Myon, right?!

Or is it somewhere else?

He couldn't remember anymore.

When facing two children, he often feels guilty.

I watched Miao Yin and it was gone. He couldn't do anything.

The feeling of aggrieved is really uncomfortable.

Suddenly, from the void, there was a strange sound.

Such a voice pulled Qing Ming's thoughts back.

Where is that?

He listened for a long time, but found nothing. Perhaps, he had auditory hallucinations again!

He looked up.

Twilight is four, and the sky will be dark. It's already night.

Does he want to go back?

He got up and walked wildly.

Don't know where to go.

Walking and walking, I don't know why, when I stopped walking, I suddenly found that in front of me, there was a piece of hairpin.

In the dark night, these flowers shine brightly.

That kind of light makes people want to follow, want to themselves, and become that kind of light.

In the small building, there seems to be a light still on.

He remembered that in the past, Yu Phantom went to bed early when it was dark.

It seems that it has changed now?

After arriving at the Snow Pavilion, Yu Huan gave up his previous habits and became a different person.

So, what is the golden hairpin she gave herself?

Qing Ming was stunned for a while.

After practicing the Mind Method for a short while, Ting Lan felt a little tired. She was going to take a break.

I poured myself a cup of tea, and suddenly found that someone seemed to be coming.

She withdrew the barrier.

Just as I was thinking about waiting for the battle, I suddenly felt a very familiar atmosphere.

It's the Emperor of the Green Underworld.

She was a little stunned.

Looking out the window, it was already late.

At this time, shouldn't the emperor be in the main hall of Miaohua Realm, drinking tea, reading Buddhist scriptures, and then starting to rest in the middle of the night?

However, tens of thousands of years have passed, and the emperor's habits have also changed?

When Ting Lan was uncertain, she suddenly heard footsteps.

She got up and came out to greet her.

"Why did Uncle Shi come here?" there was indescribable surprise in Ting Lan's tone.

In a place like Lingxiao Xiaozhu, usually at night, only the three of them, His Royal Highness, himself and Bodhi, will come here. Under normal circumstances, ordinary people would not stay here.

The Qingying Emperor is regarded as the apprentice of Luoshan's uncle, not the descendant of the Snow Pavilion. Besides, that's where the snow queen grew up, where can a man come at night?

Qing Ming was slightly stunned.

In the blink of an eye, I remembered this.

"When I saw you here, I came to see you. Qing Ming's face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

"Ting Lan is all right, Uncle Lao is worried. Ting Lan was polite and saluted towards Qing Ming.

"Tinglan, I care about you. Qing Ming looked at the light of the night pearl, and many young, no different faces, and said solemnly.

"Thank you Uncle Shi for your concern!" Ting Lan was as kind as a stream, "It's windy at night, please be careful on the road." ”

Qing Ming listened, and his face was pale.

Co-authored, only said three words, and wanted to drive himself away?

This Tinglan, this feather fantasy, really!

Did you ignore your former feelings at all? Unexpectedly, you spoke to yourself in such a tone.

Talking to yourself like this, what did the golden hairpin that you gave yourself mean at that time?

For a while, Qing Ming said: "Then what do you mean by giving me the golden hairpin?"

Ordinary women don't give a man a golden hairpin for no reason, right?

Since it is a golden hairpin, it must be used by himself every day.

The customary hairpin should be given to a man.

What does that mean?

He's been living for so many years, isn't this idea clear?

Ting Lan listened, and his face hesitated.

Originally, please put it off.

I don't know, Emperor Qingying, can accept such a thing!

Qing Yan and Qing Heng's two children, now, are only one in his 40,000 years old and the other in his 30,000 years old.

It seems a little cruel.