Dai Chun'er saw that although the painting heart was dressed differently from the past, her words and deeds were as crazy as the original Yihong Gongzi. didn't have time to think deeply about the reason, seeing that Huaxin's words were provocative, Dai Chun'er was thinking about whether to step on her and borrow Qingcheng's hand to remove this thorn in her eyes.

"Girl, please think again. ”

Qu Qianqian saw that Dai Chun'er had bad intentions towards the painting, and he was responsible for protecting the painting's heart, so he immediately whispered to Dai Chun'er's side.

"What are you thinking about?" Dai Chun'er looked back at the beautiful man in a peach shirt beside her, "Girl, I have long looked at her unpleasantly, and now I can just borrow a knife to kill someone?"

"The girl's words are wrong, even now, doesn't the girl feel the crisis? The girl has been in Qingcheng for almost a month, and Qingcheng has found all kinds of excuses to keep the girl again and again, isn't the girl still alert?"

Dai Chun'er said suddenly, "You mean, the people in Qingcheng deliberately detained me?"

"That's right, the girl is a guest on the surface, but in fact she has been placed under house arrest on Qingyin Mountain, with the strength of the girl alone, if you want to get out, I am afraid it will not be easy, and you may have to ask her at that time, why not take the opportunity to show her favor first?"

Qu Qianqian analyzed the pros and cons for Dai Chun'er, and followed the temptation, Dai Chun'er thought about it, and finally followed Qu Qianqing's advice. After all, great hatred is not as important as a small life.

"Chun'er has indeed never seen such a stunning woman as Xian Gu in the city. ”

Dai Chun'er got up and saluted Nan Duli, always smiling, her voice was tactful, and she folded several times in a sentence.

Some people were touched by her, such as the Baili Festival, and some people were given goosebumps by her, such as painting their hearts, and some people thought she was wearing the wind in the hall, and her heart was like ancient well water, without any waves, such as being with the light and dust.

In fact, Fang Cai, Huaxin is just deliberately trying Dai Chun'er, if Dai Chun'er helps her, then this person is also from the city, naturally more credible than others, and they can work together in the future......; Even if he hadn't betrayed the city, I'm afraid he wouldn't be willing to be used by her.

Now this result is quite satisfactory to Huaxin, Huaxin smiled back at Dai Chun'er, his eyes swept over Qu Qianqian, and he frowned slightly How are there so many good-looking men in this world, one is more beautiful than the other, and one is more beautiful than the other.

Nan Duli, whose face was three points like Shuyi, suddenly flashed in her mind, and Huaxin realized that now was not the time for her to be beautiful......

"Can the city lord hear me clearly? The people of the city have never seen me. Huaxin looked at Nan Duli and raised an eyebrow unceremoniously.

Nan Duli asked unwillingly, "What is the relationship between the Immortal Gu and His Royal Highness King Yi?"

Huaxin seemed to have heard a big joke, his eyebrows were raised higher and higher, and he smiled with a smile:

"The city lord is asking this is interesting, but it is just a painting, maybe His Royal Highness King Nayi has accidentally seen my fairy posture, and then he has been thinking about it for a long time, so he painted my portrait to relieve the pain of lovesickness. According to the meaning of the city lord of Nan, could it be that he admires this fairy girl, and this fairy girl is still responsible for him? Besides, if I really have a relationship with King Yi, why should King Yi bother to see the painting and thinking people every day?"

Although the painting of the heart is reasonable, Nan Duli thinks of the heavenly and human appearance of the prince Yi who has no intention of currying, and also thinks of his peerless and affectionate master Huang Yu, who is still the man who has palpitations and unintentional curing, must be a demon, a demon who can demagogue.

It was that kind of demon who ruined the two women he cared about the most in his life, one was his mentor and the other was his younger sister.

He was curious about what kind of woman could bewitch a demon like Shuyi, so he couldn't help but look at the woman in the painting a few more times, and he was also shocked, so he has always remembered it in his heart, and he has seen him until today, and it is really as beautiful as the painting.

In Nan Duli's heart, these two people are a natural fit and are very compatible. He couldn't believe that they would have nothing to do with it.

"But it is rumored that King Yi is amazingly talented, but if there is no woman who has seen him who is not loved, hasn't the fairy aunt been moved. ”

"Lord Yi is naturally the dragon and phoenix among people, but my family is not inferior to the dust, so the order of life is very important, what do you think, city lord?"

The sentence of painting the heart is from the bottom of my heart, and the people in Qingcheng understand it, and the light and dust also understand it.

It's just that the people in Qingcheng think that the first thing the painting met was with the light, and only with the light and the dust knew that the first thing the painting met was King Yi.

It's just that I don't know with the light, when the painting heart first set foot in the mortal dust, she had traveled thousands of miles to Qingcheng, and the person she met first should have been him and the light with the dust, not King Yi.

Nan Duli thought of King Yi who fell under Qingyin Mountain covered in blood ten years ago, and remembered the goddess of Tsing Yi who came out of the lake when the fire on Qingyin Lake was blazing nine years ago, and wondered what the relationship between them was?

No matter how Nan Duli deduced, he felt that the painting psychology should meet Shuyi first, and immediately asked, "Since Xian Gu is the Yao Zun Master who met in the fire nine years ago, then dare to ask when did Xian Gu meet His Royal Highness King Yi?"

He didn't expect Nan Duli to be so thoughtful, and integrated all the information from hearsay, and hooked his lips at Nan Duli, and the smile was already cold.

"If the city lord remembers well, the year of the accident in the dust, it happened that the emperor came to Qingcheng to pick up King Yi and left, I saved the dust and dust, and I took the courage to shoot, and the emperor saw the fairy trace, and then the emperor took the seriously ill King Yi to my immortal mansion for medical treatment, so there was a relationship. ”

After trying his best to make up a reasonable story, after telling the story, the painting looked at Nan Duli steadily, and asked quietly, "Is the Lord of Nancheng still satisfied with this explanation?" I think that today is not a wedding banquet for me to receive the wind and dust, but a luxurious torture room for me to be tortured in every way. ”

Huaxin said a lot, poured himself a cup of tea, moistened his throat, and listened to Nan Dusk endlessly:

"The fairy aunt misunderstood, the juniors just think that King Yi ......"

"If the city lord can't trust the family teacher, the poor monk can resign from the position of this medicine honor, and from then on he will go with the family teacher to help the world, but he will also be idle. ”

He Guang Tongchen poured himself a glass of wine, and with a light sentence, he blocked the rest of Nan Duli's doubts in his throat, and he couldn't ask a word anymore.

The vast majority of people in Qingcheng have received the grace of applying medicine to save their lives with light and dust, so naturally it is difficult to say anything.

Huaxin looked at the scene that suddenly calmed down, and laughed secretly, but his eyes were repeatedly patrolling Nan Duli and Baili Sacrifice, who was the one who planned everything behind the scenes?

Baili Festival has never left her since the painting of the lotus fire danced, seeing the painting heart suddenly looked at him, his heart suddenly jumped, and the hand holding the wine cup shook out, shaking out half a cup of wine.

Ignoring the wet cuffs, Baili Festival squinted his eyes slightly, but saw that the painting heart caressed the bright red dancome on his fingertips, and his every move was full of charm.