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How could the Seventh Palace King not know what Xuanyuan Lin meant? The princess and Princess Ming Huang were very evident, and even had the intention to kill.
But one is his wife who has been with him for many years, and the other is his daughter whom he regards as the pearl in his hand. He can't fight violence with violence?
The King of the Seventh Palace sighed deeply: "Lin'er, you don't have to worry about this matter, everything is for the father. Also, I want to inspire Ge'er's elf blood, so I gave her the Prajna Vine, which was originally
It's ready to leave it to you." "Father, Lin'er is not that stingy. Ge'er has been away for many years, so it's okay for you to compensate her." Xuanyuan Lin said: "It's difficult to get involved in the immortal world, and it's not something that can be solved by Prajna Illusion Vine.
.If I have the ability, I can stand up without the need for the Prajna Illusion Vine
If I have no future, even if you lose everything, even if you lose everything and pour money into me, you will only lose all your money."
"Lin'er has grown up..."
That night, the father and son who had not seen each other for a long time had a long chat.
In the ancestral hall, Qingge was sleeping on the bed with Ye'er in his arms.
The matter of Shenyuedu is almost over here.
"Does my mother like grandpa?" Xiao Baozi asked in a slight voice.
Qingge curled her lips and smiled, and pinched Xiao Baozi's face: "I like it."
"Then Ye'er should also like grandpa." Xiao Baozi said: "Ye'er should also like the person his mother likes."
"Ye'er is so good."
"Mom, wait a little longer. When Ye'er grows up, he will be able to protect you. Ye'er's fist will beat the bad guy who bullies her mother away."
Xiao Baozi is innocent and Qingge's heart is full of warmth.
She often ignores Xiao Baozi, but Ji Ye lives up to expectations and becomes more and more sensible. In the Demon Abyss, the tribesmen will not criticize him for his young age.
Late at night, Qingge walked out of the ancestral hall with her hands and feet. She sat on the swing in the yard, looked up at the bright and bright moon, and the restlessness in her heart was dispelled.
Qingge's white and tender hands were placed on the vines on both sides of the swing, occasionally tilting the point of the ground, shaking, the bright red skirt spreads in the night.
Qingge exhaled and smiled bitterly.
The fortune teller's words on the streets of Jianglong are still fresh in my memory.
——You can't live to be twenty-five years old.
If life is a countdown, every moment seems so precious, and even the time for rest is like a waste.
A clear tears slid down and flowed into the red lips, a very salty smell.
The hundred phoenixes have already been obtained, and there are no regrets in this life, and you can enjoy the rest of your life.
However, her heart ached and was pulled.
——Xiao Yueyue, how much time can I still use to love you?
She has been walking for five years, her body has been split, her bones have been broken, her heart has been torn, she has been betrayed, and she has fallen into the abyss.
She has the light of the red moon in her heart. She has endured the pain again and again, but now she tells her that if she continues, she will be dead.
The busyness and fatigue of the past few days was full of desolation. She closed her eyes and used all her strength to hold the vine's hand until her knuckles turned white.
The heavy responsibility on this shoulder cannot be taken away, so I can only bear it and walk forward slowly.
When she opened her eyes, her expression returned to her previous coldness.
A pair of embroidered shoes stopped behind her, Princess Linglong pushed her gently, and the swing under Qingge's seat slowly swung.
The autumn wind at night is very cold, and it feels wet and cold when hitting the skin through the gauze.
"Aunt Ling?" Qingge was surprised.
It was late at night, and there were no lights in this city. In the dim mansion, except for the guards in groups of three or three, Princess Linglong was the only one left.
"I often can't sleep, and my inspiration is exhausted. I like to walk and sit alone at night." Princess Linglong said.
"How long does Aunt Ling start to suffer from insomnia?" Qingge thought about whether to give Princess Linglong a pair of medicine to calm the mind.
Princess Linglong looked at the sky: "It's been about ten years."
Qingge was stunned.
Ten years of insomnia, what is that concept?
Qingge has been in Mingyuan Villa for only a few days and is about to go crazy. How did Aunt Ling survive ten years? Qingge took a pot of Dream Clan Lake and gave her all the gathering pills given to the Medicine King.
Princess Linglong: "Aunt Ling, this is the lake water of the Dream Clan, which has a great effect on the spirit and soul. In addition, this divine gathering pill is refined by the Medicine King. The two complement each other, you can take it together.
It will be much better. Insomnia is small, so I am afraid that the soul will not be able to withstand it."
Princess Linglong opened her mouth slightly in surprise, thinking that she had heard it wrong.
Dream Clan Lake Water, Medicine King's Gathering Pill...
Where did this little girl come from these treasures? Princess Linglong did not accept both, but looked serious and leaned in front of Qingge and said, "Ge'er, Aunt Ling doesn't need these. If you have them,
When you use it on yourself, you are still young, Aunt Ling, died ten years ago.
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Qingge frowned and stuffed the things into Princess Linglong's arms: "Aunt Ling, I don't need these. Keep the things away and don't let others know."
Princess Linglong hugged the God Cave Pill and the Dream Clan Lake, and she actually shed tears. She wiped her tears and turned her head to look elsewhere: "Sorry, Aunt Ling made you laugh."
In the past ten years, only Xuanyuan Lin and his father care about her, but the man’s mind was not delicate. No one knew how she survived every night.
Emperor Ming and his mother didn't care about what she couldn't fall asleep when she learned that she could not fall asleep. She even wanted her to draw more pictures and sell them for a good price.
Among the Qian Clans, zithers and painters are proficient in magic. Princess Linglong's paintings are famous for thousands of tribes, which shows that her magical power is very strong.
At first, she was the best child in the mansion. She was so weird that she shocked Shen Yuedu. The princess paved the way with her early, but she knew that she fell in love with a slave.
After the death of the slave, her strange skills not only did not improve, but her strength even reversed.
The princess was furious when she learned about this.
However, Princess Linglong has the skills of intrigue, and her paintings will still be treasured.
"Ge'er, do you know why the practitioners of the Thousand Clans like Aunt Ling's paintings?" asked Princess Linglong.
"The exquisite and wonderful brushwork is full of flowers, and the things you paint are lifelike. This skill is far beyond the reach of ordinary painters, and it should be famous for thousands of tribes." Qingge replied.
Princess Linglong shook her head: "No."
"Oh?" Qingge's eyes flashed.
Princess Linglong smiled lightly and said, "The art of wonder is the highest art of magic and martial arts of the painter. When I was three years old, I realized the art of wonder."
Qingge's eyes tightened.
Although she had not entered the thousand clans, she also knew that the three thousand magical ways were three thousand times, which were enclosed between heaven and earth, and brought about all living beings in a strange way.
Princess Linglong took out a painting, which was her new painting tonight: "Ge'er, look..."
"Is this..." The man in the painting, wearing the clothes of a slave, had two cute tiger teeth when he smiled. He was not considered handsome, but he was better because of his beautiful eyebrows and cleanness. "He is what I love.
Chapter completed!