Chapter 2785 Take her home and send her off to get married
Little Baozi said without surprising: "Uncle, I think Uncle Dongfang is very good and suitable to be my uncle."
Jiu Ci was just about to take a sip of water to slow down his breathing. When he heard the innocent joke of the little bun, he sprayed a sip of tea on Dongfang Po's cheek without hesitation, but he saw Dongfang Po's eyes were complicated and his expression was strange.
The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and finally, two streaks of bright red liquid flowed out from under Dongfang Po's nose. Jiu Ci's eyes suddenly widened, extremely shocked, feeling chilled, and feeling creepy.
He had seen Dongfang Po suffer a nosebleed for a beauty, so at this moment, Jiu Ci felt a tingle in his heart and quickly backed away, putting a large distance away from Dongfang Po, as if doing so would prove his innocence.
"Are you kidding? I already have a sweetheart. I want to protect her like a jade. Dongfang Po, stay away from me. I don't like men. Even if I like men, I definitely have high standards. Either he is the Immortal Qing Emperor.
, or King Qinglian Dongling, you will never be able to be a little doctor." Jiu Ci pretended to be free and easy, patted the dust on his shoulders disapprovingly, and said quite seriously.
There was a smile on Jiu Ci's lips, and he was in a happy and wonderful mood. He was really a wonderful man. If he could marry little Moyou, it would be a blessing that little Moyou had cultivated for several lifetimes. What makes Jiuci feel upset now is
, Xiao Moyou has a shy temperament and has always refused to propose to him. Of course, Jiuci has an arrogant temperament, so he will naturally not take the initiative. After all, getting his heart is a gift from God, and you still want him to take the initiative? Dream!
Jiu Ci took it for granted, his expression was erratic, he was smiling heartily at one moment, frowning and distressed at the other, his emotions were all written on his cheeks.
"Sweetheart..."
Qing Ge's eyes lit up and she looked at Jiu Ci quietly.
She and Yan Bingtong had heard Jiu Ci talk about their sweethearts too many times. From Jiu Ci's attitude towards the ninth girl of the Medicine Sect, it could be seen that Jiu Ci probably had someone in his heart, but they didn't know which girl it would be.
How could Jiuci miss him so much?
Hearing this, Yan Bingtong was also overjoyed to have a son and a daughter. She was only worried about Jiu Ci's marriage, especially Jiu Ci's attitude towards the girls, which made Yan Bingtong even more worried.
"Since you have a sweetheart, why not show it to your mother?" Yan Bingtong said with a smile.
"She's quite shy. I'll bring her here later." Jiuci said seriously.
"Why are you shy? An ugly daughter-in-law will eventually meet her parents-in-law." Xiao Baozi said.
Jiu Ci suddenly said angrily: "Ye'er, don't talk nonsense. Your aunt is as beautiful as a flower, how can she be ugly?"
The little bun tilted his head slightly and opened a pair of watery eyes, innocent and harmless: "Anyway, she is not as good-looking as my mother."
Jiu Ci was immediately discouraged, shrank his neck, and was dejected.
When will he be able to embrace this beauty?
"It's not in a hurry." Yan Bingtong smiled: "Since you are shy, I will bring you later. These troubled times are not a stable life. Ci'er, since you admire this girl, you must be responsible for her.
, don’t be half-hearted.”
"Mother, it's obvious that she loves me and is obsessed with my talent." Jiuci corrected Yan Bingtong's mistake seriously.
Yan Bingtong: "..." Why is there such a big difference in the temperament between the two children of the same mother? Jiu Ci is so incomprehensible, Yan Bingtong can't help but worry about Jiu Ci's emotional affairs.
Just think about it for a moment, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings.
In front of Qing Ge and Jiu Ci are about to leave Shenyue City, Yan Bingtong's eyebrows and eyes are stained with a look of loneliness, and looking at Qing Ge's face again, she feels a lot of reluctance in her heart.
"Where is Dongling?" Qingge looked around and found that one person was missing, so she asked.
"Brother has returned to Qinglian." The goddess said softly, slightly pursed her lips.
Qingge's eyes flashed darkly. After being stunned for a moment, she smiled lightly: "When will you go to Qinglian?"
Ye Bilan cut off the two tendons of Shenyue in the Eighteenth Hall. She was no longer an elf, but the goddess of Qinglian.
Aventurine gave Ye Bilan the honor of Qinglian. Whether he can hold on to it depends on Ye Bilan himself.
Qingge couldn't give the goddess much help, so she could only add more blood of the flame dragon, hoping that the goddess would be stronger in the future.
Before leaving, Qingge gave the goddess six bottles of flame dragon blood. The goddess accepted it generously, her eyes red: "I will definitely live up to my destiny."
These four words carry too much weight, and the goddess Yu Qingge’s feelings are all pinned on them.
The goddess did not refuse a few bottles of precious blood. All she could do was accept them and use them to their fullest potential, so that she could help Qingge achieve immortality in the future.
The song was gentle and the breeze was gentle, and there was a faint smile. After spending these days together, there was no need for more words between the two.
As for aventurine…
Qingge lowered her eyes and smiled bitterly.
Even though she lost her memory, Aventurine forgot her as a person, but never forgot Four Star's feelings.
Yan Bingtong personally cooked and prepared a table of delicious dishes. She ate and sang without knowing the taste, just like chewing wax.
She has gradually become familiar with every flower, plant, and tree in Chiyan Mansion, and the warmth she felt when she was attached to her mother.
In these days, there were night songs, and the clouds and water flowed like monsters. Generally speaking, the days were stable and comfortable, no life was worse than death, and there was no heartache.
Yan Bingtong stood up and made a toast, as gentle as the wind: "Everyone here is Ge'er's friend. As a mother, I am very happy that Ge'er can have you." Then he looked at Qing Ge: "Ge'er, in the past
In the past few decades, I have failed to fulfill my responsibilities as a mother. Being at a low point for twenty years is no reason. I once complained that God was cruel and unfair to me. Now I just feel that I am lucky. I have not cared about it for twenty years and have a pair of children.
Both have grown up, my daughter is tall and graceful, and my son is a jade tree facing the wind. Ge'er, don't be afraid of the road ahead, and your mother will help you. Whatever you want to do, just do it, and your mother will give you that day.
It’s fixed.”
A stream of tears flowed out, but a smile bloomed like a flower.
"I'll drink this glass of wine first, you can do whatever you want."
Yan Bingtong raised her head to drink. She didn't feel the burning sensation passing through her intestines. She only felt that her mouth was full of bitterness. This astringent taste spread from her throat to her stomach.
If you don’t like separation, you will eventually separate.
Yan Bingtong only regretted that she was not strong enough. Yan Bingtong had already anticipated the incident at the Seventh Prince's Palace that day. Her enemies were no longer empty, but those who prevented her daughter from stepping into immortality.
Qingge wiped away the tears from the end of Yan Bingtong's eyes with her fingertips. No matter how much she said, they were all in the wine. She picked up the flask and drank.
After drinking this pot of the strongest wine, I want to be the craziest person in nine days!
After three rounds of wine and food, it was time to set off.
Qingge only hopes that he will not wake up after being drunk for a while. However, the person who does not get drunk after a thousand cups can only get drunk by himself.
After embarking on the journey, Yan Bingtong arrived at the entrance of the ghost passage. Even though she was melancholy and sad, she still showed the gentlest smile.
"Ge'er, go ahead, I will take good care of Master Chi Yan." Yan Yu said while standing next to Yan Bingtong.
Qingge nodded slightly, walked a few steps, turned around suddenly, walked to Yan Bingtong, stretched out her hand to hug Yan Bingtong, and whispered in his ear: "Wait until I kill the empty dog thief with his hand."
The head will come back to see you!"
After all, leave and never come back.
Jiu Ci held the little bun and turned back three times: "Hey, don't miss me too much."
Yan Bingtong smiled and agreed: "Okay."
Jiuci was sullen: "How can you really not want to? You are a mother."
"Don't worry Ci'er, mother will definitely miss you." Yan Bingtong couldn't laugh or cry. The arrogant child made people worry after all.
"That's about right." Jiuci pretended not to care, but he involuntarily slowed down, trying to stay a moment longer.
The little bun stopped and looked back: "Grandma, Ye'er can't bear to leave you."
The sound of the child's soft milk sounds made Yan Bingtong feel sad, her brows welling up, and she couldn't help crying.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Bingtong smiled weakly, turned her back to the little bun, and wiped away the tears that fell.
The little bun broke free from Jiu Ci's clenched hand and trotted all the way to Yan Bingtong. He pulled Yan Bingtong's sleeves and shook them slightly. He looked up at Yan Bingtong, his eyes as bright as gems filled with all kinds of emotions.
It's innocent: "Grandma, don't be sad. Ye'er can't bear to see grandma sad. The book says that a girl's tears are precious pearls, so grandma can't cry anymore."
"Ye'er, grandma is already quite old, so what kind of girl is she?" Yan Bingtong held Little Baozi's hand and smiled.
The little bun blinked and curled his lips and said, "Ye'er doesn't care, grandma is a girl, and all girls in the world deserve good luck."
Yan Bingtong was so amused by the little bun that she laughed out loud. The more she laughed, the more sad she became when she thought about the impending separation.
Little Baozi stood on tiptoes, put his fleshy short hands around Yan Bingtong's neck, pursed his lips, and kissed Yan Bingtong hard on the cheek.
"Grandma, be good. Ye'er will give you a kiss. Don't be sad," said the little bun.
Sensible and well-behaved children are always lovable. Yan Bingtong endured her sadness, nodded with a smile, and responded: "Okay."
The little bun kissed Yan Bingtong's left cheek again, then waved and trotted to catch up with Qing Ge.
After about ten steps, the little bun paused, looked back at Yan Bingtong, grinned and showed his white teeth: "Grandma, don't worry, Ye'er is an upright man, and Ye'er will protect my mother well."
"Ye'er is so good." Yan Bingtong burst into tears.
In the ghost passage, the three of them drifted away.
Dongfang Po bit his sleeve and cried: "What a sensible child. It's so touching."
Yan Yu glanced at Dongfang Po. He was so good-tempered that he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Dongfang Po was really a strange flower.
The goddess stood outside, with a pair of beautiful silver eyes, which were full of desolation and desolation.
"We will meet again, don't be sad." The goddess said to herself.
The goddess left the ghost passage and walked to the tree outside the wall of Chiyan Mansion.
Next to the tree sat a man in a green shirt, leaning against the roots of the tree, resting with his eyes closed, raising his head slightly, revealing a face with soft contours and sexy lines.
"She's gone?" Aventurine asked.
"She's gone." The goddess said, "Why don't you go and see her off in person?"
"I don't want to be the one who sends her away." Aventurine opened her eyes, revealing a pair of melancholy eyes.
"Then what do you want...?"
"I want to be the one who takes her home." Aventurine smiled, his eyebrows slightly curved, soft and handsome, like an arrow hitting the soft heart of the goddess.
There was silence for a while under the tree, looking at each other without words. After a long time, Aventurine smiled bitterly: "That's all, let's be the one to send her off to get married."