"Linglong has no other thoughts. She only wants to live forever." Princess Linglong said.
The King of the Seventh Palace looked directly into Princess Linglong's eyes, remained silent for a long time, and observed carefully, trying to see a trace of reluctance in Princess Linglong's eyes.
Exquisite eyes never lie.
"Did your mother and concubine force you to do this?" the Seventh Palace King asked again.
Over the years, he has always known that the Seventh Princess has been forcing Linglong.
Linglong shook her head, with a smile on her lips, and the brilliance blooming between her eyebrows, so beautiful that people could no longer take their eyes away.
Qingge leaned against the door lintel of the entrance hall, folded her hands around her chest, tilted her head slightly, and leaned against the door lintel.
Looking at Princess Minghuang inadvertently, Qing Ge half-squinted her narrow eyes, and a murderous intention flashed secretly.
Princess Minghuang's cruelty is selfish and has no position to speak of.
There is no cure for the poisonous agar liquid in Bahuang Qimen. As long as the agar liquid in the blood is not refined, one can live for a few more years.
"No." Princess Linglong shook her head: "My mother-in-law never forced me, I did it willingly. Father, please let me participate in the longevity marriage selection."
The King of the Seventh Palace frowned for a long time, then smiled and said: "If you want to, then go ahead. When the time comes, with your appearance, you will be able to make a big splash." Linglong raised her chin slightly and said, "If I want to go,
Then it can only be me." After saying this, Princess Linglong turned her head and looked at Emperor Ming, "Sister Minghuang, you have worked hard for so many years. If I go to Changsheng in the future, I will have to help my sister stay in the house.
Zhongduo takes care of his father, the king, and his mother and concubine."
Hearing this, Emperor Ming stared angrily and was shaking with anger. However, he couldn't vent his anger yet and could only look at Linglong's proud smile.
"Linglong, you don't have to go to live forever." Emperor Ming persuaded her like he was dying.
"Then what can we do?" Linglong said softly: "Sister Minghuang is old. As a younger sister, I should help her."
The words "old age" penetrated Princess Minghuang's body like a sharp blade.
Although the elves do not age easily, at the age of Emperor Ming, it would be difficult to find a long-lasting marriage.
Princess Minghuang held back her anger and gritted her teeth and said: "Linglong, there is no need to go to such trouble. I will take care of the matter of choosing a mate for Changsheng, so you don't have to."
"Sister, please don't embarrass the palace." Linglong said bluntly.
Emperor Ming's eyes widened slightly and he took a step forward, "What did you say?"
Just when Princess Minghuang wanted to push Linglong, the figure at the entrance suddenly rushed over and grabbed Princess Minghuang's shoulder with one hand, "Princess Minghuang, if you have something to say, please speak it carefully.
"
In her hands, Emperor Ming could not move, his limbs were stiff and cold, and he could not control himself.
"The matter of choosing a mate for Chang Sheng has been decided, and Aunt Ling will do it."
Qingge is like the person in charge of the family, with a touch of cold pride between his eyebrows, and his voice is as cold as the whistling of the cold wind: "Princess Minghuang, you are quite old, don't join in the fun of such young people, otherwise, when the time comes,
The one being laughed at is our Seventh Prince’s Mansion.”
"Sister, let Linglong do the hard work." Linglong said.
The two of them sang in harmony, which made Princess Minghuang look livid. The words of the King of the Seventh Palace made Princess Minghuang feel like she was falling into the abyss: "Ge'er is right, Emperor Ming, if you want to marry, just choose a girl in the capital.
If you don't want to be born in Huang Guizhou, just stay in the house with me and your mother and concubine. If you choose a mate in Changsheng, don't do it anymore.
You went to join in the fun. Haven't you been laughed at enough in the past few years? Haven't you learned a lesson?"
Princess Minghuang felt extremely ashamed and lowered her head, her eyes red.
"Ge'er, you have to participate in the marriage selection." The Seventh Palace King looked at Qing Ge.
Qingge frowned: "I am not of elven blood."
Although the family tree has tested for super-grade blood, the basic condition for choosing a mate for immortality is to have the blood of an elf.
However, her elf bloodline is still in the awakening stage and does not yet meet this condition. "You are the granddaughter of this king. This condition is enough." The King of the Seventh Palace said: "I heard that the demon god and Feng Qi, who recently ascended to immortality,
I value you very much. You can also test whether they care about you through longevity. If Qingdi falls in love with you
If you agree with me and the demon gods have no objections, grandpa will try his best to help you discover your elf bloodline and marry you into the world of immortality through the Seventh Prince's Palace in Shenyue City."
The kings of the Seventh Palace put great effort into thinking about Qing Ge.
After a pause, the King of the Seventh Palace drank a cup of tea, then put down the tea cup and said slowly: "If they don't respect you and don't care about you, and the Qing Emperor is not your lover, you should stop thinking about it."
"There are many good men in the world, and grandpa will definitely bring you the best one." The King of the Seventh Palace said.
Qingge looked at the King of Seventh Palace with a complex look, pondered for a long time, and replied: "Okay."
In Shenyue City, each clan can only send one elf noblewoman, and only the palace can send two to participate in the longevity marriage selection.
There is Linglong in the front and Ye Qingge in the back. The two places in the Seventh Prince's Palace have been filled, and Princess Minghuang is completely out of luck.
Princess Minghuang was so angry that her teeth itched with hatred, but she was actually smart. There were not too many emotional changes on her face, but her eyes were as frightening and panicked as a ferocious beast.
Back in the room, Princess Minghuang smashed the vase on the ground, covered her ears with both hands, lowered her head and made a sharp sound.
She's going crazy.
The long-awaited marriage selection for immortality was unexpectedly...
Princess Minghuang punched the table, gritted her teeth, and stared fiercely, "Linglong, Linglong, you are really my good sister."
What a white-eyed wolf, actually collaborating with Ye Qingge, it's disgusting.
Princess Minghuang sat on the couch and smiled ferociously: "I will definitely marry for eternity, Linglong, you'd better not block my way!"
…
courtyard.
This time, Linglong sat on the swing, Qingge stood behind her, gently stretched out her hands, and pushed gently.
"Aunt Ling, you are beautiful." Qing Ge whispered.
Linglong closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Acheng can't see it anymore. He worked around and spent all his savings to buy this long dress. He left before I even wore it to show him."
"Aunt Ling, if you can't forget him in your heart, don't forget him and don't go to immortality."
"Shouldn't you persuade me to forget him?" Linglong asked.
Over the years, she has heard roughly the same words of comfort and persuasion, which are nothing more than telling her to get out of this dead end and stop getting into trouble. She still has a long way to go in life. If she continues to be depressed, her life will be eroded.
Linglong heard different voices for the first time, and her heart was filled with curiosity.
"How can you forget someone who loves you with all your life? You can't forget..."
"Yes... I can't forget it..." Linglong closed her eyes, but tears overflowed.
That person is dead.
How could she bear to forget him?
Too cruel.
The bright moon is in the sky, the night is getting dark, and the atmosphere in the courtyard is immersed in some unknown sadness.
When Linglong raised her hand to wipe away her tears, her sleeves were piled up, revealing a section of her small hands.
Qingge's eyes suddenly flashed, and she saw that Linglong's arms were covered with bloody scratches, including old and new wounds, and they were densely piled together, like crickets gathering in a pit.
Qingge felt a chill in her chest, "Aunt Ling, your hand?"
Linglong smiled bitterly: "In the past ten years, every time I think about him, I scratch my skin."
"No more."
"It doesn't hurt." Linglong whispered: "Compared to his death without a complete body and shattered bones, my little pain is nothing."
"Ge'er, do you love Qingdi?"
"like."
"Aunt Ling has lived her whole life to wait for death. At the moment of death, she can meet him on the road to hell. Ge'er, you don't know, in fact, Aunt Ling has died a long time ago. She died on the night she lost him."
Linglong took a deep breath, "I have been burdened with too many responsibilities, moral principles, and emotions for ten years. I owe it to my mother and concubine. I hate her, but I can't bear to hurt her. But now, I have to do it for her.
Acheng seeks justice."
"You want to kill Emperor Ming?"
"Yes." Linglong's smile was as bright as a flower, with tears streaming down her face: "When she dies, I will go find Acheng. I can't wait until that time. I can't wait to go immediately."
Qingge pursed her lips. She could feel Linglong's love, and it wasn't just words.
It is a love that does not hesitate to scatter all the wealth, shatter bones, and burn itself to ashes.
Qingge hugged Linglong, "Okay, I will hold the most solemn funeral for you in three thousand lifetimes, and bury you and Acheng together."
She understands Linglong's feelings, so she will not try to persuade Linglong like others.
Linglong leaned in Qingge's arms, her body trembling slightly: "Ge'er, thank you."
Everyone thinks she is ridiculous, funny, and ignorant. Only Ye Qingge knows that she just falls in love at the wrong time.
boom!
A flash of lightning lit up the night, waking up all the drunken and sleeping practitioners.
It was a vast momentum, and everyone was terrified. Several buildings collapsed, and the smoke that had just been extinguished came back, bringing with it the endless breath of heaven, trying to destroy this world.
The fragrance of the flowers is gone, and the freshness of the wind is gone.
Could it be...
The fire of the abyss is coming?
Countless practitioners have this crazy idea in their minds.
Qing Ge raised his head and looked up, only to see five figures descending from the sky.
Four men and one woman, all young people.
The woman at the head looked down and sang softly: "I am the Five Heavens, the Wuji Dao, the Great Emperor of Desire."
Five Heavens...
Some practitioners were shocked.
What are the Five Heavens? They have never heard of them. Are they also a force in the Three Thousand Worlds?
Three thousand lives, a prosperous road, a world of death and no life!
As for the One Hundred and Eight Lands, due to the previous information blockade, they only learned about the Immortal Yama in recent years. As for the Five Heavenly Dao, they don’t know anything about it. The King of the Seven Palaces, on the other hand, took off his boots and was about to get on the bed.
After resting, he felt the terrifying aura. The princess hugged his arm and was frightened: "Your Majesty, what is going on? A person from the Wuji Dao can actually come to the Nine Realms? This is incredible.
"
"Yes, even if a person of the Wuji Dao wants to go, he is going to the Immortal Realm. How could he come to the Nine Realms?" The Seventh Palace King frowned, then put on his boots and walked out.
Thunder flashed, a hurricane suddenly rose, and five figures descended on Jiuci Mansion.
They were suspended in the air, and their whole bodies were filled with the terrifying aura of heaven.
The energy of heaven far exceeds all the energy in three thousand lifetimes.
Even those who are immortal and strong cannot resist the way of heaven. This shows how terrifying the majesty of the way of heaven is.
In the Nine Realms Hall, Uncle Mo, Master Ziyun, Luo Sangong and others were drinking tea and discussing the specific matters of the merger of the One Hundred and Eight Continents. They felt the majesty of heaven and looked at each other.
"Tiandao? How come people from the Nine Realms come from Tiandao?" Luo Sangong was puzzled.
Palace Master Ziyun frowned: "Such a thing is even stranger than the fire of the abyss."
Uncle Mo was holding a teacup in his hand but had not yet drank it. The tea was boiling hot, and tea smoke was rising from the mouth of the cup. Amidst the white smoke, Uncle Mo's turbid eyes were dim and unclear.
A flash of light flashed across his eyes, and Uncle Mo said slowly: "It's not easy to attract people from the Nine Realms to the Great Emperor of Heaven's Dao to Destroy Desire."
"Who could it be? Is it a chance of heaven?" Luo Sangong frowned and thought: "If it is a chance of heaven, then I don't know which lucky person will be able to get the blessing of God."
"What if it weren't for chance..." Uncle Mo said meaningfully.
"If it weren't for chance, it would have been...a disaster!"
The people in the room were shocked.
Luo Sangong stood up suddenly, "Who has offended the law of heaven?"
"This breath of heaven seems to be in the palace of Jiudian." Palace Master Ziyun felt it.
Luo Sangong's heart suddenly dropped, and he rushed out.
Uncle Mo stood up, brushed off the dust on his sleeves, and then walked out of the Nine Realms Hall in a hurry. Uncle Mo had his hands behind his back, his steps were vigorous, his brows were kind, he was a kind and kind old man.