Yunmo squatted by the lake and held a bamboo pole, and Ying Zhaojun stood beside him and sipped melon seeds.

The man's face was gloomy, and the woman's face was radiant.

Ying Zhaojun moved over and sat on the small bench by the lake, his eyes fell on the sea of orchids on the opposite bank that had just been clouded and rained, and then retracted it on the man in front of him who was staring at the lake, and said with a teasing smile: "I said you can do it?"

Yunmo's face was not calm, "Don't ask a man this kind of question!"

Ying Zhaojun laughed even louder, and two or three melon seeds fell out of his palm.

Yunmo hadn't caught a single black fish for half an hour, and dinner hadn't landed yet.

Compared with Chang Xi, who had only been here for two or three days and went out with Qingzhu, Yunmo, who had been in Youlanzhuang for more than ten days, was obviously more liked and accepted by the maids. Among these young maids, who are generally not very old, there is no clear distinction between human and demon races. If there is really any obvious difference between humans and demons, except for some differences in the practice methods, it's just that the ears of the demons are a little sharper.

Because Ying Zhaojun blurted out inadvertently, the maids knew that the handsome man with the sword was not a gardener, but a sword cultivator from Kyushu to help the eighth princess get out of the sea of suffering, and they were all surprised.

Almost every maid and servant noticed that the eighth princess might have smiled more times than in the previous year in the ten or so days she had spent with this Terran sword immortal. When they knew that this son surnamed Yun was actually a disciple of Qingyun Mountain, they were even more excited.

Because even the maids like them, who have never seen the cruelty of the battlefield, know that there is a majestic Kunlun in Kyushu, and there is also a Qingyun Mountain that has won the supreme sword way.

Qingyun's identity as a disciple, well, is also worthy of our princess.

Ying Zhaojun is not like her sister Ying Zhiyu who has read Kyushu books since she was a child, but she is also curious about what kind of beauty is on the other side of the Two Realms Mountain. has been going back and forth dozens of times, and the two have long known each other.

Since ancient times, the feelings of demon women have had two extremes, one is as cold as ice, and the other is as hot as fire. In the deformed environment of the Demon Domain, where men are in power, no matter how beautiful and virtuous a woman is, she is only as cheap as clothes, and she can give it to others at will if she is tired of wearing it. is like Pei Ruwei, who married into a wealthy royal family, but it is just an object with use value in the hands of Ying Ruhui. Most of the women in the Demon Domain are born hard, and those with poor posture are cattle and horses, and their lives with better posture are also being displaced and changed hands repeatedly. Feelings are extravagant for them, and they can even be said to be superfluous, and they can only be reduced to reproductive machines, so what kind of feelings do they come from?

In a way, she is lucky. She was born in the royal family of the Ying clan, and she would not experience the filthy and dark things of ordinary women. Although she doesn't have to experience darkness, it doesn't mean that she hasn't seen it, so her yearning for affection is like a moth to a fire. In this life, I can meet the sweetheart I can fall into, and without the blessings of the three lives in my previous life, I am afraid it is really difficult to do it.

Compared with the man in front of him, there is a difference between himself and the man in front of him.

Ying Zhaojun held his cheeks red by the afterglow of the setting sun with both hands, looked at the fish hooks that splashed ripples in the lake from time to time, and made up his mind: "Na, I said, I can find a way to stabilize the unstable demonic qi in your body, but I will no longer be able to practice your spiritual power in Kyushu in the future." As... You're going to stay, stay in the Demon Domain, okay?"

For the woman behind him almost prayed words, Yunmo didn't look back, the fishing rod in his hand shook slightly, he just said calmly: "Wait, the fish is about to take the bait." ”

"You elm head, I'm really... I really... I'm!"

Ying Zhaojun, who was not sunset red or shy red on his cheeks, threw away the melon seeds and knocked this guy's head hard, and she was pampered.

In the distance, a maid easily carried a sack and walked towards the sea of orchids, attracting Ying Zhaojun's attention. Seeing that the time was ripe, Yunmo quietly sank into the lake with one finger of strength, knocked out a bastard black fish that he had been staring at for half an hour but didn't bite the hook, and immediately happily lifted the rod, pretending to be the hard work he had caught.

The maid shook the sack, and a little devil who had come to spy on Youlanzhuang before was thrown into the flower field, and it was suddenly made into flower fertilizer.

Yunmo beckoned, and asked a maid beside Ying Zhaojun to clean the black fish inside and out, and the maid who had clearly seen Yunmo's small movements from beginning to end took the black fish, and her tiger teeth were exposed, and she smiled slyly. Yunmo couldn't cry or laugh, but he was still exposed.

The maid carried a few catties of black fish Shi Shiran and walked to the back kitchen to take care of it, Yunmo stood up and looked at the sea of flowers, frowned and said, "Is there a bit too much flower fertilizer these days?"

Ying Zhaojun understood Yunmo's pun, and her remaining anger was still gone, and she snorted: "There are more and more guys who don't know whether they are alive or dead these days, so what can be done? As long as they don't cross the line, everyone will be safe, and the maids below will do it." But as long as they break the ban, it will naturally have to pay some price. ”

Yunmo shrugged his shoulders, the princess was obviously still angry with herself, so he simply didn't go to scold. After more than ten days of hard study, he can now build a bonfire stove without relying on magic like his junior brother, although the appearance is indeed a little ugly and he dare not compliment, so that Ying Zhaojun, who saw him for the first time at that time, smiled forward and backwards, but fortunately, the materials are strong enough and have not collapsed, which has already made Yunmo feel deeply comforted.

The sun is setting, the crescent moon hangs on the tip, a man and a woman are sitting in front of the bonfire, Ying Zhaojun stretches out his hands and approaches the raging flames, she likes this feeling of brightness and warmth, it will not be like the atmosphere of the palace that makes people feel extremely oppressive, no matter how bright the lights are, it still makes people feel as if they are in the depths of darkness.

Yunmo turned his head to look in the direction of the back kitchen, his brows furrowed, shouldn't it be so slow?

Ying Zhaojun took a ball of orange red burning in her palm, she looked at Yunmo's expression, and said, "You, you have to learn to frown less." As soon as something happens, your mind is written all on your face. There are more frowning eyebrows, and there are eyebrow lines, which makes him look old. And Hongmei's temperament is a little rubbing, and it is common sense to be slower. ”

Yunmo didn't take Zhaojun's words, and released his thoughts with a solemn expression, and after a while, he asked, "What did Zhuangzi send out today?"

Ying Zhaojun shook his head, "Youlanzhuang will only go out to the nearest town in the middle of every month to purchase the materials needed, and this is almost the end of the month, and no one will go out." ”

Yunmo was puzzled, and the wind blowing in the distance inexplicably had the smell of slaughter.

His eyes widened suddenly, and in his mental mapping, a point of light vanished.