Taking advantage of Dongfang Weixi's quick return to the Shadow Palace, Zhiying unexpectedly saw Dongjun standing under the Phoenix tree on the observation deck. Judging from the angle, he was facing the double she had transformed using magic.

After calming down, she used the power of Yayoi scales to quietly replace the substitute on the tree hammock, pretending to have just woken up, and showed a surprised look at the right moment when she saw Dongjun: "Dongjun?" After regaining his composure, he stood up slightly awkwardly and asked, "Why did Dongjun come to my place if you don't go to Yanggu to prepare for duty? There are still eight days and nights on the flowing water mat. I will definitely miss Dongjun a cup of tea."

Every move of the woman in front of him was very natural, she didn't seem to be lying, and her words and deeds were also somewhat different from the person in his impression. Dongjun woke up slightly and asked calmly: "Where have you been?" This was his first time in several days. Even he felt that it was a little too much to care about a person's whereabouts for the second time.

Zhi Ying replied: "I stole half a day's sleep, so I was naturally in a dream."

Dongjun glanced behind her: "The fragrance of bird's tongue wakes you up."

Zhiying followed his gaze and turned to look. There was a white scented bait on the branches of the Poinciana tree. It spread out the light smoke and meandered among the filigree feathers. She narrowed her eyes slightly, turned around and suddenly realized: "How can I sleep?" It’s not very stable. I didn’t expect that Dongjun, as a senior, would also like to joke with me, a junior. Anyway, the senior’s teachings are just for the juniors to listen to.”

After waiting for a long time, Dongjun didn't say anything. She impatiently walked out of the observation deck beside him. Unexpectedly, the person behind her called out softly: "Aqi."

This call was like a wisp of wind coiling in the mountains. It was low and gentle, but it made Zhiying feel a chill in her body. She felt a little frizzy in her heart and called out to the inner hall: "Dansheng!"

After a breath, Dansheng appeared in front of her: "My lord." He stared blankly at Dongjun who was standing in front of the Phoenix tree, his eyes widened, "Why is the lord here?"

Unexpectedly, Zhiying Duotou scolded him: "You are so stupid, you didn't even notify the god when he came, which made me rude in front of the guests!"

Dansheng hurriedly explained: "My lord, Dansheng doesn't know——"

"I don't know why I'm wrong! As a punishment, you must clean up the dust in the entire Shadow Palace today. You are not allowed to ask for help or use magic!" Ying Weaver decided on the punishment without letting him argue.

Dongjun behind him had a look of confusion in his eyes again.

Dansheng was stunned for a while after hearing this. No matter how bad the cloud dust in the world was, there was still some slight spiritual energy. If he didn't use magic, it would be extremely difficult to clear it. The Lord was really angry. He glanced secretly. Dongjun, you must carefully guard the Shadow Palace next time, and not even a stray firefly can be let in.

Zhi Ying has already opened his mouth to expel: "Hurry up and go!"

The Lord's orders cannot be violated, so Dansheng could only accept the punishment while holding back his grievances: "Dansheng accepts the punishment." He then left a rather desolate figure behind him.

Zhiying raised his feet, suddenly turned around, and said with a smile: "Dongjun, would you like to have a cup of tea with me before going on duty?"

Dongjun is completely sober. He is just a new god who is arrogant and does not know how to restrain himself. What should we doubt and expect?

He turned cold and said calmly: "No need." Then it turned into a faint beam of light and blended into the rising morning light in the east.

Weaver Ying froze the fragrant tongue on the branches into a lump of ice, waved his sleeves to disperse the disgusting smell on the observation deck, and then lay back sleepily in the tree vines, his originally clear and bright eyes stained with a layer of frost. .

As the sun set over Yuyuan, Dan Sheng had barely finished sweeping away the clouds and dust in the inner hall, but Zhi Ying didn't see him, so he was spared the unwarranted punishment in such a hurry, and called him over to check the homework that had been given to him before.

Most of the gods have a photographic memory. Although Dan Sheng often said that he was dull, he also remembered the contents of the jade slips very well. Therefore, Zhiying was able to cope with the exam very well, but the contents of the jade slips were beyond the scope of being an immortal attendant.

Dansheng was deeply confused about his duty, but Zhiying said: "You just have to learn, and one day you will understand my intentions."

Dansheng was a director during the day, and at night he studied what Zhiying taught. During the busy period, it was the last day of the Flowing Water Banquet.

All those things that should come and should not come have come today.

Everyone is full of freshness and curiosity about this young goddess, and the one who is most interested in it is the legendary Yayoi Scale, the most precious treasure of Emperor Wa that no one can recognize as its master.

Except for the gods who had already seen the Yayoi scale blooming in her hands in the Lingxiao Palace, all the gods present did not want to witness the grace of the spiritual creatures of heaven and earth, and how this young female god was able to make them recognize her.

The truth of the Lord.

Unfortunately, in the face of all kinds of insinuations and hints, all Ying Weaver could give them was disappointment.

While she was carelessly fooling the gods, she listened to the elegant music floating in the steaming clouds, silently guessing the name of the track. When she encountered something she couldn't guess, she secretly sent a message to Qu Mi for advice. Qu Mi knew that she was impatient to deal with it.

It was the limit for these people to be able to stay in Siyun Palace for nine days, so they returned her favor, and the two of them started competing back and forth without knowing it.

She didn't need to ask Qu Mi to answer the question at the moment. It was "Bliss" composed by Prince Changqin before the great calamity of the world. However, the gods had been at ease for hundreds of thousands of years, but this music had its own tune and no meaning.

, which made Zhiying frown again and again.

At that moment, Lord Wulan smiled and asked: "I wonder if you like the two pots of flowers that were sent to you a few days ago?"

The two pots of flowers were moved into the warehouse and collected dust not long after they were delivered. Zhiying only glanced at them and vaguely remembered that they were two pots of red and bright flowers. The flower shape and fragrance were not clear at all. How could he like or dislike them?

But when people ask, you can't help but say a few perfunctory words as usual to show politeness.

So she gave a decent smile and replied: "Everything cultivated by God Wulan is just a weed, and no one dislikes it."

Perhaps it was the shadow of a snake, but Lord Wulan always felt that these words had a profound meaning, so he couldn't help but ask: "Weeds?"

Weaver Ying tapped her chin slightly: "I am praising God for his exquisite skills in cultivating flowers and trees. Is it because I am praising it too tactfully and God doesn't feel it?"

"Really..." Lord Wulan's mouth twitched slightly. She had never heard anyone praise someone so highly.

The banquet was in full swing, and several Xian'e immortal attendants entered the hall one after another. They each found the upper body of the master and leaned down to bite his ears. The eyes of Lord Wulan changed and he couldn't help but glance at Zhi Ying who was sitting at the head of the table.

Holding a cup and drinking tea leisurely, he secretly suppressed his surprise and waved his hand to order Xian'e to retreat.

The other gods were all like this, looking at Zhiying's unmoving expression with a strange expression.

Perhaps their gazes were too intense. Zhi Ying glanced at them one after another, none of them missing, and then pursed his lips and smiled: "I wonder if the Xian'e came in in a hurry, what urgent matter do you want to report to me? Can some of my colleagues?

Would you mind telling me and waiting for me?"

The several gods looked at each other, and finally it was the god Wulan who answered: "You should have known about this."
Chapter completed!