Suddenly they both spoke at the same time, and then they were both startled.
"What?"
"Shall you say it first?"
Again in unison.
The atmosphere was inexplicably awkward.
In fact, after the turmoil a year ago, Ling Xuewei was no longer as hostile to Di Qianjue as before.
After all, if it weren't for Di Qianjue, she wouldn't be able to kill Wuwu for revenge.
"What do you want to say?" Di Qianjue asked, with an inexplicable smile flashing in his eyes.
"Well...if you're not in a hurry, you can stay and have a cup of tea before leaving. Just think of it as...thank you for your gift."
"Of course! If you are in a hurry..."
"good."
Before Ling Xuewei finished speaking, Di Qianjue responded loudly.
Ling Xuewei actually regretted it when she opened her mouth. It was not like they could sit down and drink tea calmly! Why did she say such a thing when her head was so hot?
I didn’t even expect that he would agree!
But Di Qianjue didn't give Ling Xuewei a chance to go back on her word, and walked to a nearby pavilion and sat down.
Ling Xuewei had no choice but to bite the bullet and pass.
You've already said it, how can you regret it?
Besides, the visitor was a guest, and Di Qianjue also gave Mianmian gifts, so she shouldn't neglect him no matter what.
Ling Xuewei walked over and sat down, took out a new tea set from the spiritual ring, cleaned it herself, made tea, and cooked a pot... After a while, the faint fragrance of tea came from the pavilion.
"please."
The freshly cooked Snow Mountain Bamboo Cake has a clear color, as green as emeralds, and the aroma of tea, thick but not greasy, exuding an alluring taste.
There is a hint of sweetness in the mouth, then a slightly bitter aftertaste, followed by a mouthful of fragrant aftertaste.
“Good tea.”
Even Di Qianjue couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
Inside the pavilion, it's very quiet.
The two of them didn't communicate much, just one making tea and the other drinking tea.
Ling Xuewei's movements of making tea are very smooth and skillful.
But unlike ordinary women, every move she makes is neat and neat, and carries her own unique flavor.
Di Qianjue's eyes fell on her quietly, not standing out or making her feel uncomfortable. It was as if he was like an ordinary friend, neither cold nor eager.
But if you look carefully, you will see a turbulent undercurrent flowing in the silvery depths.
Compared to a year ago, Di Qianjue seems to have remained unchanged, but this is not the case.
The aura around him seemed to have been settled for hundreds of years, and was simple and unpretentious. It could even be said that it was like a calm lake, with no waves and no bottom.
He became more and more restrained about his emotions.
As long as he doesn't want to, he won't let anyone see what he's thinking.
But as long as he is in front of a woman, he can't help but take off his disguise.
The mind becomes calm.
He knew that if he appeared at the palace banquet, it would definitely cause a commotion, so he chose this time to come.
He also knew that Ling Xuewei was always wary of him.
Therefore, even if he just sat like this without saying a word, he was still very satisfied.
But... once the valve of desire is opened, more will flow out.
More than simply sitting like this, he also wanted Ling Xuewei to open her heart to him, show a bright smile, and even...
He suddenly stood up and only said, "I'm leaving."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared into the pavilion.
It was too hurried, and the usually calm voice sounded a bit hasty.
It was so sudden that even Ling Xuewei was puzzled.
"Empress."
Xiaoshan's figure appeared, "Do you need your subordinates to follow you?"
"No need."
Her eyes fell on the box on the table, and Xiaoshan said hurriedly, "Come down and open it."
"It's okay, you can go down."
"……yes."
Now that Ling Xuewei has spoken, Xiao Shan will not disobey and disappears into the courtyard.
Ling Xuewei picked up the box and opened it immediately.
A vivid wood-carved tiger cub comes into view.
She saw that the little tiger was cute and naive, and it was carved extremely vividly. It had a round body, a chubby face, and a pair of big eyes that seemed to be able to talk. Just one glance reminded her of Mianmian.
This... couldn't have been carved by him himself, right?
Probably not, right? After all, he is the Buddha and the holy king, and he has never touched the spring water with his five fingers. How could he make such gadgets himself?
Ling Xuewei felt that she was thinking too much.
Tiger, Mianmian happens to be born in the year of tiger, so obviously this gift was carefully thought out.
And...she faintly felt a vague aura from the wood carvings, and that aura was very familiar.
Her eyes flickered, and the invisible wind blade suddenly stabbed at the wooden sculpture. Sure enough, it was blocked when it was only an inch away.
It doesn't look like an ordinary wood carving.
But fortunately, it's not too shocking. Otherwise, she really doesn't know how to deal with this thing.
As everyone knows, it was precisely because he was afraid of burdening her that Di Qianjue chose this little gadget that was not surprising.
It can be said that some of Ling Xuewei's thoughts are really invisible in front of Di Qianjue.
Ling Xuewei put the box away and planned to give it to Xiao Mianmian tomorrow. Since it was her gift, she should naturally handle it.
She raised her head and looked at the night sky.
Tonight, the moon is very full.
It was a busy day, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.
I think of that night last year, with flashes of thunder and pouring rain.
It was a nightmarish night.
Today is Mian Mian’s birthday, but...it’s also a little bit.
Everyone knows that Fanxu's little princess is a princess, but who knows that today's birthday banquet was supposed to be a celebration for her two children.
How lively it is during the day, how gloomy it is at night.
Is her Diandian... okay now?
Does anyone know that today is his birthday? Does anyone celebrate him? How is he doing? Is he okay?
At this time, Xiong Cang walked into the courtyard and was about to speak when he was stopped by the hill flying down.
"What's wrong?"
"Now... don't go there yet."
Xiong Cang looked into the courtyard, then retreated for a moment.
Xiao Shan sighed, "The Queen is thinking about the Night Emperor and the little prince again."
Xiong Cang was silent.
In fact, the guards all knew that Ling Xuewei would always stay alone in a daze late at night, and she would stay there for a long time. At first, they didn't know why, but later... they knew.
Because Xiong Cang once overheard the young master calling Ye Emperor's name, and the little prince...
Since then, they have a tacit understanding and will not disturb him at this time.
But it’s hard to avoid feeling worried.
They were worried that if things continued like this, Ling Xuewei's body would not be able to bear it.
"Xiao Shan, you said this, should we talk to Ye Lao and the others?" Xiong Cang hesitated.
Xiaoshan glanced at him and said, "No."
But Xiong Cang still couldn't let go.
"My queen is not as fragile as you think. Don't do useless things."
As soon as the words fell, he disappeared.
"What a useless thing, aren't I worried about the young master..."
Xiong Cang scratched his head and walked away in a low voice.
****
God Realm.
On a floating island.
The clouds and mist shrouded it like a fairyland.
In the bright hall, a small figure ran out, as sharp and agile as a little tiger.