Qing Fang's voice was neat and clear, and Nan Qi raised his head slightly to meet him, and said respectfully: "Prepare to go to Changsheng Palace." As he spoke, he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover the light.

It turned out that she was born well, but at this time, the scattered broken light sprinkled on the surface was even more soft.

At this cover, Nan Qi could see the person in front of him clearly, and he faintly felt that this person was a little familiar.

In fact, it is not surprising that she will have this familiar feeling at this time. It's just that she didn't know that she had a hangover that night, and the person she saw by the lotus liquid pool was Qingfang.

She didn't know, and she could only withdraw her gaze, and lowered her head to sigh at the wedding banquet, which really imprinted the sad image of this god a little deeply.

It's a pity that she is not the same generation as him, otherwise she would be very happy to put a table of wine and persuade this infatuated man.

Qing Fang hummed lightly, he had mistakenly thought of Wangge as her before, and naturally he knew the relationship between the two of them. So I didn't ask any more questions, and I didn't care that the atmosphere between the two of them was a little stiff at this time, so I just looked at her and wandered my eyes.

Looking back at what he saw in the past hundred years, it was the prototype of her six-feathered bird. The moon was dark and the wind was high that night, and I didn't know that the six-feathered bird in the mirror was her, so I didn't notice what she looked like. Now that there is an opportunity, it is natural to look at her carefully, and even see a few moles in the corners of her eyes.

The wind blows through the leaves, bringing out a fine sizzling sound. Nan Qi was a little uncomfortable by Qing Fang, and was about to find an excuse to escape, but the spiritual platform lit up, and after a little thought, he suddenly understood-

His eyes clearly fell on the cloth bag in his hand.

And in this cloth bag, it is chestnut cake.

Nan Qi struck the drum and dropped the hammer in her heart, she understood, probably a god like him at the immortal level, he was not too embarrassed to ask for a return gift from the same person.

Clumsy eyes, it's her clumsy eyes. For this kind of thing, she needs to learn a lot of space.

So she was quite generous, and she was a little reluctant to hand the cloth bag forward.

Qing Fang was stunned, but listened to her: "This is the chestnut cake I made in the morning...... If the Venerable God doesn't dislike it, it's better to ......" With a slight force in her hand, she brought the cloth bag closer to Qing Fang:

"Just take it!"

At the end of the words, she felt that her flattery was too obvious? In case Qing Fang didn't look down on it, she would spread the matter as a joke......

Then she won't have the face to come to the Nine Heavens in the future.

Thinking of this, Nan Qi opened his mouth again, ready to add a sentence to leave some room for himself. The hand retracted the general, but saw Qing Fang take the cloth bag with a smile, and asked:

"You did it?"

Nan Qi responded, thought for a while, and said: "The child's ability to play the house is not worth mentioning. ”

She felt that her modest attitude was extremely positive and stable, and anyone looked at it as a good person.

"Yes...... Qing Fang groaned, opened the bag containing the chestnut cake and sniffed it, and said in a low voice: "I thought you would only go on a rampage, but I didn't expect to have this." ”

His voice was so low that Nanqi couldn't understand it, as if he hadn't intended to let Nanqi understand this sentence from the beginning.

Qing Fang re-tied the rope of the cloth bag, and said, "I'm afraid you prepared this chestnut cake for the goddess, right?"

Nan Qi looked at him, his heart turned twice, and he suddenly relaxed.

Since Qing Fang can guess this, she must know her relationship with Wangge.

Also, who is Qingfang? is a senior in front of her, and an idiot in front of Wangge!

Now that he knows that this is for Wangge, will he still take her a bag of chestnut cakes?

Now that you know that she is Wangge's fellow disciple, will you still wear small shoes for her behind her back?

Obviously this will not be.

She was happily about to reach out and take back the cloth bag, but she saw that Qing Fang had already walked far away with the chestnut cake, and her back was quite swaying in a piece of cold Su flowers, and she waved her hand and said:

"Since it is for the goddess of Wangge, it must be a good thing. I'm not polite to you!"

People really left without looking back, and Nanqi was a little crooked.

Suddenly, I felt that even without His Royal Highness Taoyu, Qing Fang and her senior sister would probably not be able to do it.

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Coming to Changsheng Palace all the way, Nanqi was not sure if she would be angry with her if she hadn't shown up for a long time. So he stopped the fairy maid who was going to report first, and quietly entered the courtyard. Looking at her senior sister lying on the stone bench in the pavilion, and His Royal Highness Taoyu sitting next to her Fuqin Yiran, the two of them are picturesque. In addition to envy, there is also a feeling that I can't bear to be disturbed.

It was still Taoyu who saw her with sharp eyes, smiled at her, and stretched out his hand to crutch and close his eyes to recuperate.

Wangge was wearing a blue robe, and a pair of verdant jade pines fell loosely on her ears, lining her extremely delicate. Raised a pair of peach blossom eyes to look at Nanqi, and lazily turned his back again.

Nan Qi stuck out her tongue, paced over with small steps, saluted Tao Yu first, and then squatted down and stuck to her senior sister's side and said, "Senior sister, have you been tired these days?"

Tao Yu covered his mouth and nose and smiled, but did not respond. Nan Qi leaned closer to her and said softly like a coquettish: "Since your wedding banquet, people have been locked up by the old man...... Not to mention the scriptures that have been copied for many days, but also to take away my spells! If you don't help me with the commentary, you still want to make fun of me?"

As she spoke, she choked up twice.

In the end, she was the most considerate person in Wangge in the past, and when she saw her like this, she softened her heart, and turned around and said, "Why did the master seal your spell and tell me about it." ”

Nan Qi was stunned for a moment, it is true that this reason is not a glorious reason, she is just here to ask for sympathy, there is no need to stab everyone who has stabbed the ugly thing. Then he smiled and said perfunctorily, and said curiously:

"What is it like to get married, senior sister, will you tell me?" After that, he turned his head to Taoyu again, blinked, and was very curious: "Or if my brother-in-law talks to me, it's the same." ”

Taoyu took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the strings, and Nunu mouthed: "Look at your senior sister's posture, what can it be like?"

Nanqi didn't know, but he felt a heavy palm on his shoulder, and said from the bottom of his heart:

"Tired. ”

Wangge rolled his eyes, and finally was willing to get up and stretch his body.

Ah, is it a tiring job to get married?

But tired, it's also quite happy tired, right?

I don't know when I'm ......

Thinking of Jiyun's matter, Nan Qi felt a little panicked in his heart.

However, there was not much change on her face, and it may be that Wangge felt that she was naturally depressed after being punished and confined, so she didn't take it seriously. only grabbed her, and said mysteriously: "For the sake of your senior sister being so tired, you have to help me with another thing anyway." ”