After Yan Yu finished speaking, everyone in Chiyan Mansion was dumbfounded, especially shocked.
The Imperial Master Cheng Ao has a mysterious background and origin. Since Cheng Ao entered the Imperial Master's Mansion, no other elves in Shenyue City have ever entered the Imperial Master's Mansion.
This has been the case for several years.
Moreover, the Imperial Master Cheng Min is the only human among the elves.
Among thousands of races, humans are the smallest and least outstanding race.
Especially in terms of appearance, they are uneven and not as good as the elves' blooming flowers.
After Yan Yu finished speaking, he got on the sedan chair and left Chiyan Mansion.
Nan Xun turned around and watched the Imperial Master's sedan chair go further and further away, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"My Goddess is really very capable." Nanxun looked at the Goddess sideways and said with a strange tone: "In order to consolidate his position, he will do whatever it takes."
"I don't know what you are talking about." The goddess said coldly.
Ever since she was designated as a goddess by Master Chi Yan, Nan Xun had a bad temper and would come to trouble her every now and then.
After all, Nanxun is a princess of the Elf clan, and she does have some confidence in front of her.
The goddess left along the corridor, secretly thinking about everything that had just happened, which caught her off guard.
Ye Qingge gave her too many surprises.
Like a shadow covered with gauze at night, beneath its beauty is an unsolvable mystery.
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Jiu Ci was full of anger and grievances and had no one to tell him. He left the clock very quickly, as if he had thought of something. Jiu Ci slowed down a little, assuming a disapproving look and a high profile, occasionally looking back casually but cautiously.
Look.
Seeing that there were only falling flowers and no other figures on the long road he walked, Jiu Ci pursed his thin lips and felt another burst of anger for no reason.
With a new love, forget the old love!
There is nothing good about women!
The more Jiuci thought about it, the angrier he became, and he almost pissed himself to death.
He was very happy to have one more person to love his sister.
But he was reluctant, and this reluctance was like ten thousand insects and ants gnawing at his internal organs, and finally stirred up the darkest and deepest place in his heart.
Jiu Ci walked faster and faster, walked for a while, stopped again, looked back quietly, and saw that no one was following him. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he walked faster and faster.
After walking to a lake, Jiu Ci lay down on a tree, the branches intertwined, covering his figure.
He looked at the increasingly red sun in the sky through the mottled shadows.
Jiuci narrowed his eyes lazily, trying to eliminate the inexplicable irritability.
But no matter how hard he tried, he became increasingly irritable and a bit aggrieved.
Jiuci was so angry that he broke off a branch and started picking leaves. As he picked, he said: "Kill him, you can't kill him. Kill him, you can't kill him..."
The last leaf is 'kill him'.
Jiu Ci gritted his teeth, threw the branch away, leaned against the tree, and muttered in a low voice: "Ge'er will be sad."
He hasn't been a killer for many years.
Can't kill.
Killing is addictive.
And...my sister will be unhappy.
Jiu Ci lowered his eyes, hiding a ray of coquettish light.
The swaying wind blew away the hem of his clothes, his wide sleeves fluttered slightly, and under his slightly trembling eyelashes, there was an endless feeling of loneliness.
Jiu Ci took a deep breath.
What is he doing...
Jiu Ci looked in the direction of the long road again, but there was still no one there.
Mottled light shines on him, and his hanging shadow becomes increasingly lonely.
Bang, a pebble hit Jiu Ci, and Jiu Ci became even more angry.
Are you in a bad mood after not seeing me?
Who is not looking for death?
Jiu Ci turned around and saw a woman in a light-colored skirt on the hillside. She raised her eyebrows at him and said, "Are you still in a mood? You're going home for dinner."
"Who is in a mood?" Jiu Ci quickly rejected the idea of being in a mood. How can a man have such a thing as a small mood?
"Can you go back?" Qing Ge asked.
"No reply." Jiu Ci's face barely contained the word "emotion".
"Then I'll call the Emperor's brother." Qing Ge turned around and left.
She had been following Jiu Ci, but Jiu Ci was in a mood, and she deliberately concealed herself, so she was not discovered by Jiu Ci.
She had always noticed the gloomy aura that occasionally appeared in Jiu Ci.
Qing Ge left along the hillside, and Jiu Ci immediately caught up with him, "Brother Imperial Master? You really turned your elbows outward. Remember, you only have one brother, your brother Jiu Ci."
A row of black lines fell on Qingge's forehead, and she was a little speechless. How could you be jealous of such a grown-up person?
"Look at your name, Qingge, and my dear brother. They all remind you that you must not forget your roots, remember your roots when you drink water, and you must not like the new and dislike the old..." Jiuci opened his mouth and chattered non-stop. The more he talked, the more he said it. Qingge's cheeks were obviously darkened. It seemed that
, from now on I can no longer look directly at my own name.
Qing Ge walked in front, obviously not wanting to talk to Jiu Ci anymore.
Jiuci said enthusiastically, "Come on, call Brother Jiuci to listen.
Compared with leaving in anger just now, Jiu Ci was obviously in a happy mood now.
Returning to Chiyan Mansion, Qingge practiced for a while. Thinking of the night banquet held by Yan Yu at the Imperial Master's Mansion, he stopped practicing, opened the door and walked onto the corridor.
Standing in the corridor and passing by Jiuci's room, Qingge stopped and looked at the closed door thoughtfully. She seemed to hear some strange sound.
Qingge opened the door decisively, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the scene of Jiuci sitting and rubbing the black crow.
Yes, it's similar to sharpening a knife.
Black Crow was tortured to the point of dying in Jiu Ci's hands. Qingge once suspected that Black Crow would just burp.
However, it turns out that Black Crow's vitality is far beyond her imagination, and he is still alive after being so tortured.
Qingge was in awe, even a little crow could survive strong, she must be more persistent.
If anyone knew Qingge's psychological activities at this moment, I don't know what they would think.
Qingge walked to the window sill, looked at the black crow foaming at the mouth, and mentally mourned for three seconds, asking: "What are you doing?"
"Mo Ya, sharpen it, kill that bastard imperial master. The hatred of snatching a girl, the hatred of snatching a girl, life and death?! Can you bear it?" Absolutely cannot bear it, even if you are a man.
Jiu Ci was filled with indignation, furious and murderous, displaying the most shocking momentum in decades.
The loser does not lose the formation!
"Your Excellencies, it's time to leave. The ancient deer carriage has stopped outside." The voice of the maid of Chiyan Mansion sounded outside the house.
Jiu Ci had no intention of leaving and was still grinding his crow. Qing Ge couldn't bear to read any more.
How could there be such a childish person as her brother in this world?
"Are you leaving?" Qingge asked in a deep voice.
"Let's go, why don't you go. Let's go! Fight to the Emperor's Master's Mansion!" Jiuci put away the half-dead black crow, put the grindstone aside, jumped off the window sill gracefully, and brushed the broken hair from his forehead.
Before going out, Jiu Ci dressed up in front of the mirror.
Qingge's face couldn't be any darker.
Real ink...
"Jingjingjingjing, is Jiuci the best brother in the world, or the emperor's master?"
"Of course it's Jiu Ci. Even Master Po Di is not worthy of carrying your shoes."