After Yan Yu finished speaking, the people in Chiyan Mansion were dumbfounded and particularly surprised.
The background and origin of the Emperor's Master Cheng Feng are mysterious. Since Cheng Feng entered the Emperor's Mansion, no other elves in the Shenyue Capital have entered the Emperor's Mansion.
This has been the case for several years.
Moreover, the imperial teacher Cheng Feng is the only human in the elves.
Among the thousands of races, humans are the smallest and least outstanding race.
Especially in terms of appearance, it is uneven, not as bright as the elves' flowers.
After Yan Yu finished speaking, he got on a sedan chair and left Chiyan Mansion.
Nan Xun turned around and watched the imperial teacher sedan gradually fading away, and his pair of Liu Yue's eyebrows slightly frowned.
"The Goddess is such a great skill." Nan Xun glanced at the Goddess and said sarcastically: "In order to consolidate his position, he really does nothing."
"I don't know what you are talking about." The goddess was cold.
Since she was designated as a goddess by Lord Chi Yan, Nan Xun was not in a good mood and came to her every now and then to cause trouble.
Nan Xun 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.
It's like a shadow covered with a gauze at night, under the beauty, there is an unsolvable mystery.
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Jiuci was full of anger and grievances. He was very fast and seemed to have thought of something. Jiuci slowed down a little, and looked disapproving and looked up high. He occasionally turned around casually but cautiously
Look.
Seeing that there were only fallen flowers floating on the long road that had passed, Jiuci pursed his thin lips, and there was no reason for another anger.
Have a new love, forget your old love!
There is no good thing for women!
Jiuci became more angry the more he thought about it, and he almost pissed himself to death.
He is very happy that he can love his sister one more person.
But he was reluctant, and this reluctance was like ten thousand insects and ants gnawing at the internal organs, and finally stirring the darkest and deepest part of his heart.
Jiuci walked faster and faster. After walking for a while, he stopped again and quietly looked back. Seeing that no one followed, Jiuci became more and more angry and became faster and faster.
Walking to a lake, Jiuci lies on the tree, with branches intertwined, covering his figure.
Through the mottled and intertwined shadows, he looked at the sun that was getting redder and redder in the sky.
Jiuci narrowed his eyes lazily, trying to eliminate the inexplicable irritability.
But no matter how hard he tried, he became more and more irritable and a little aggrieved.
Jiuci was so angry that he broke a branch and started picking leaves. He said, "If you kill him, you can't kill him, you can't kill him..."
The last leaf was ‘kill him’.
Jiuci gritted his teeth, threw the branch out, leaned against the tree, muttering in a low voice: "Ge'er will be sad."
He has not been a killer for many years.
Can't kill anyone.
Killing can be addictive.
And... my sister will be unhappy.
Jiuci lowered his eyes and covered a ray of charming light.
The swaying wind lifted his clothes off, his sleeves lightly raised, and under his slightly trembling eye wings, there was endless loneliness.
Jiuci breathed deeply.
What is he doing...
Jiuci looked at the direction of the long way again, and there was no one at all.
The mottled light shone on him, and the hanging shadows became more and more lonely.
Bang, a small stone hit Jiuci's body, and Jiuci became more and more angry.
Are you in a bad mood when you haven't seen me?
Which one is blind and seeking death?
Jiuci turned his head and saw a woman in a light-colored skirt on the hillside raised her eyebrows at him, "I'm still in a state of emotion? I'm going home for supper."
"Who is getting emotional?" Jiuci quickly rejected the statement that emotional turmoil. How can a man have something like a small emotion?
"Can you go back?" Qingge asked.
"No reply." Jiuci's face almost said the word "stupid" was written on his face.
"Then I'll call Brother Emperor to come." Qingge turned around and left.
She has been following Jiuci, but Jiuci is making trouble, and she is deliberately hidden, so she is not discovered by Jiuci.
She had always noticed the occasional gloom of Jiuci's body.
Qingge left along the hillside, and Jiuci immediately chased after him, "Brother Emperor? He really turned his elbow out. Remember that you only have one brother, your Jiuci."
A row of black lines fell from Qingge's forehead, a little speechless. She is so big, and she is still jealous?
"Look at your name, Qingge, and my dear brother, you are reminding you that you should not forget your roots, drink water and remember the source, and you should not be bored with the old and old..." Jiuci opened his mouth and continued to crack, and the more he spoke, the more he became, the more he was talking, Qingge's cheeks became obviously dark. It seems that it seemed that
From now on, I can't look directly at my name.
Qingge walked in front, obviously not wanting to continue paying attention to Jiuci.
Jiuci was so excited that he said, "Come on, call Brother Jiuci to listen.
Compared to leaving in anger just now, Jiuci is obviously in a happy mood now.
Back at Chiyan Mansion, Qingge practiced for a while, thinking of the night banquet set up by Yan Yu in the Imperial Master Mansion, he stopped practicing, opened the door and walked up the corridor.
Standing in the corridor and passing by Jiuci's room, Qingge stopped and looked at the closed door as if thinking. She seemed to have heard something strange.
Qingge decisively opened the door, raised his eyes and saw the scene of Jiuci sitting in his state grinding with the black crow.
Yes, it's similar to the sharpening method of sharpening a knife.
The black crow was dying in Jiuci's hands. Qingge once suspected that the black crow would be burping.
However, the facts proved that the Black Crow's vitality was far beyond her imagination, and she was still alive when she was so devastated.
Qingge was solemnly respectful that even a small crow could live strongly, and she must be more persistent.
If anyone knows Qingge’s psychological activities at this moment, he or she doesn’t know what he will feel.
Qingge walked to the windowsill, looked at the black crow foaming at her mouth, and observed a silence for three seconds in her heart, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"The crow is sharp, and I killed that bullshit emperor. The hatred of the sister, the hatred of the sister is irreconcilable?! Can you bear it?" I absolutely can't bear it, if you are a man, you can't bear it.
Jiuci was filled with righteous indignation, angry, and murderous intent, showing the most horrifying momentum in decades.
Losing is not a loser!
"You two, it's time to leave. The ancient deer carriage has been parked outside." Outside the house, the voice of the maid of the Chiyan Mansion sounded.
Jiuci had no intention of leaving and was still grinding the crows. Qingge couldn't bear to continue watching.
How could there be such a naive person in this world who is as naive as her brother?
"Can you go?" Qingge asked in a deep voice.
"Will you go, why don't you go? Let's go! Go to the imperial teacher's mansion!" Jiuci put away the half-life black crow, put the millstone aside, jumped off the windowsill in a casual manner, and lifted the hair on his forehead.
Before leaving the door, Jiuci was still dressing up in front of the mirror.
Qingge's face can no longer be darker.
True ink traces...
"Mirror, is Jiuci the best brother in the world or the imperial teacher?"
"Of course it's Jiuci, and that Master Podi doesn't deserve to carry your shoes."