Snowball pursed his lips, and Lightning beside him said proudly, "The Lord said there is no such thing as a free lunch! Snowball, you are so stupid! You can't even remember this!"
"Bang!"
"Ah, stinky Snowball, why did you hit me?!"
"You're the one I'm going to beat!"
…
The two little guys were noisy, dispelling the haze in Ling Xuewei's heart.
Fortunately, the presence of these two little guys made Ling Xuewei feel less lonely in this huge palace.
Because at this moment, she is more vulnerable than ever...
But Ling Xuewei didn't know that it was because of this that she escaped disaster.
The spring water that Snowball found was the Pool of Ice and Fire.
The water in the pool was half cold and half hot. With her current mortal body, if she went down, there would probably be no bones left.
The spring water she soaked in before had less than one percent of the spiritual energy here, which was just right for her at this moment.
Of course, she didn't know this.
…
Out of Tianchi.
"Miss, are you out? It's still early. I've had the bird's nest stewed and it's being heated. I'm waiting for you to come back!" Grandma hurriedly stepped forward.
Ling Xuewei said lightly, "I'm tired."
In fact, although she was imprisoned in Lingyun Pavilion, she always ate the best food.
Di Qianjue had never treated her badly. I am afraid that in the eyes of outsiders, this was simply not the treatment that a prisoner should have.
It's just that the palace people have never seen a smile on Ling Xuewei's face, even if the Holy Lord comes to see her, it's still like this.
Not only that, the atmosphere seemed to be very solemn every time, so that they dared not breathe for fear of angering themselves.
Ling Xuewei walked silently, but suddenly she stopped in her steps and said, "...I want to see your Holy Lord, can I inform you?"
Grandma was surprised.
In such a long time, this is the first time that Ling Xuewei takes the initiative to say that she wants to see the Holy Lord.
Every time the Holy Lord came before, he always broke up in unhappiness. Mammy could see that the so-called honor in the eyes of others was a burden and burden to Ling Xuewei.
But now, she actually took the initiative to mention that she wanted to see the Holy Lord?
Could it be that the girl is overthinking it?
"Old slave, I'll report it right now."
After An Yi heard the report, he was stunned for a moment.
Could it be that the sun came out from the west today?
That one actually came to see the Holy Lord?
"I understand. I'll report it right now. You can take Miss Ling to the side hall to wait for now." An Yi didn't dare to delay for a moment.
"Old slave understands."
An Yi entered the main hall, where Emperor Qianjue was discussing matters with several elders.
"What's wrong?"
An Yi approached and whispered a few words in Di Qianjue's ear. He originally thought that the Holy Lord would be surprised, but seeing his expression as normal, he said calmly, "An Yi, I think you are doing this job more and more properly. This
Just dare to bother me if something happens!"
His tone was obviously calm, but there was a hint of coldness in it.
Um?
An Yi was shocked, how could this happen?
He hurriedly knelt down and said, "I know my mistake! Please punish me, the Holy Lord!"
"go out!"
The last note was filled with uncontrollable anger. An Yi was so excited that he quickly retreated in disgrace.
Until he stood outside the temple, the monk Zhang Er was still confused.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see how much the Holy Lord cares about Miss Ling. Every night, the Holy Lord will quietly go to Lingyun Pavilion. As a secret guard, he knows it all too well.
But now that person took the initiative to find him, why did the Holy Lord get angry instead?
I don't understand. I don't understand.
Sure enough, the emperor's heart is as deep as the sea.
But how should I report back to that person?
An Yi's head started to hurt.
…
After hearing An Yi's report, Ling Xuewei just said lightly, "Then I'll wait here and let me know when he is free. Thank you."
"Don't dare, don't dare..."
An Yi carefully put on a smile and went out.
When he got outside, he couldn't help but wipe off the cold sweat.
"Sir, what's going on? Why don't we just let her go back!" The guard on the side looked at An Yi and asked in confusion.
"What do you know? Go away!" An Yi dismissed the person casually.
If it were that simple, he wouldn't have to put so much thought into it.
These two, one is my own master, and the other... well, they don't say anything anymore, and they all end up in tears if they talk too much.
"Remember it! You can't offend the person in the side hall no matter what! Otherwise, don't blame me for not reminding you in the future! Humph!" An Yi gave a cold warning.
Watching him leave, the guard was puzzled.
Isn't he just a prisoner? Why make such a fuss?
But he still listened. Although he was not respectful in front of that person, he did not dare to make any mistakes.
It was not until later that he witnessed the way the Holy Lord got along with that person with his own eyes that he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He was glad that he had listened.
Of course, these are things for later, let’s not mention them for now.
…
After Zi An left, several adults discovered that their sage seemed to be a little absent-minded.
"...Holy King? Holy King?"
The man at the head finally came to his senses and said, "I know what you have reported to me. It's getting late, so please step aside for the time being."
Several people looked at each other, but did not dare to say anything. They bowed and left.
Di Qianjue was sitting at the top, and the afterglow outside the window fell on him, making his face flicker, making it a little unclear.
He looked out the window, his eyes a little wandering, not as gentle and solemn as usual.
"An one."
Suddenly Di Qianjue called out, and An Yi who was waiting outside hurriedly came in, "Holy Lord."
"Where are the people?"
Although he didn't mention his name, An Yi reacted immediately and said quickly, "Still waiting in the side hall."
Di Qianjue's silver eyes swept over him, "You'll be here all afternoon?"
"yes."
An Yi spoke out one word carefully.
The air in the hall suddenly dropped.
"How do you do things? I wonder if she is too tired now? She just waits when she says to wait? I don't know when did you, the leader of the secret guard, become so obedient?"
"Holy King, forgive me!"
An Yi groaned in his heart, how could he dare to persuade that person who has always said the same thing! The matter decided by that person may not be effective even if you personally take action, let alone him?!
An Yi wailed in his heart. The days of working as a servant in front of the palace were becoming more and more difficult. He obviously cared about it in his heart, but he couldn't get over it on the face of it. He couldn't always guess the thoughts of the quasi-sage!
"Go and have a look."
Di Qianjue walked out of the main hall and soon arrived at the side hall.
An Yi stared ahead, and for some reason, he felt that the steps of the Holy Lord were a bit hurried today...
An Yi shook his head in amusement, how could it be possible? He must have seen it wrong.
"See the Holy..."
"Shh..."
When grandma saw the person coming, she immediately saluted. Di Qianjue waved his hand to tell grandma to be silent.
Di Qianjue's eyes fell to the side. Under the light and shadow, Ling Xuewei fell asleep on the table at some point, and she didn't even notice that Di Qianjue came in.
Ling Xuewei's slender figure was shrouded in a faint orange halo, which softened the stubbornness and sharpness between her eyebrows, making her look a bit softer and more innocent.