The old Tianjun has three children in total, and the eldest is a girl named Fuyu.

It was the woman sitting here at this moment, frowning with her brows and named Shi Yan.

Only Ye Ming Ye Zhen and Zhao Yue knew this secret.

Ye Ming took a deep breath and said, "Master will not know when he will come back, and the letter from the Heavenly Clan is quite tempting. Prepare enough gifts and cannot be delayed."

Ye Zhen saw that he seemed to have made some plans and nodded.

At this moment, among the worlds and wilderness, it was not only Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion that received this unknown letter, but even Yun Xiaoxian from the Medicine King Valley also received this strange letter.

At that time, he happened to be in front of the melting pot, and in front of Zhao Yue, he took the letter from the phoenix's mouth, and glanced at Zhao Yue, who was also curious.

The lines of small golden characters on the letter were concise and clear, but Yun Xiaoxian's chin was about to fall to the ground.

"This, Yue Zun, something big happened."

He turned around and walked quickly, handing the letter to Zhaoyue with his hands trembling.

She glanced at her, made a look of equally shock, took the letter over, and looked it over and over again.

"Has the little prince of this heavenly clan really pulled out?" The voice was filled with shock.

"Oh, it's amazing. This Xuanyuan Sword has been sealed for a hundred years and finally saw the world again."

Zhao Yue nodded in response and thought for a moment: "Since that's the case, the Medicine God may be busy these days."

"Yes, I have to prepare a gift to go to the Nine Heaven to congratulate you." Turning around and looking at Zhao Yue, who was still sighing with the letter in front of me, he asked with a smile, "Why don't you go?"

She smacked her lips and sighed: "This is a big thing in the world, how can I not go?"

After saying that, he handed the letter back to Yun Xiaoxian's hand: "When I come back, I will arrange to pick another monk from your Medicine King Valley to take it away."

After hearing her arrangement, Yun Xiaoxian smiled and nodded repeatedly.

"For fairness, please ask the Medicine God to host a small competition." She looked at Yun Xiaoxian and said with a meaningful meaning.

The autumn wind blew, and the Medicine King Valley at night was very cold. Zhaoyue came out of the melting pot and looked at the beautiful scenery on the lights of the Medicine King Valley, but she felt so bored because of one thing after another.

The Tianjun Fusang was very cunning. However, the letter did not mention anyone who drew the sword, nor did he say where the Xuanyuan sword is now, which is full of temptation.

It depends on which immortal sect in the world and the eight wildernesses will have some abnormal actions, which will definitely arouse his suspicion.

Heitanzhao brought back two letters from Ye Ming, one of which he agreed to accept the disciples, and the other that he had prepared a gift and set off for the Ninth Heaven.

She looked back at the melting pot behind her. The elixir in the furnace would take three or five days, enough to make a round trip from the Nine Heavens.

This trip, she must go there in person.

The Xuanyuan Sword and Yunyu Sword, two major artifacts, appeared one after another. At this critical moment, she had another disciple named Fuchen. The Heavenly Lord Fusang is not a fool. This seemed to be a letter sent to the world and wilderness, but in fact it was for her alone.

She had to think of a safe way to make the person who had seen this little fox in all directions, as long as he mentioned it, he could smile and say that he was not as good as the crown prince.

But before that, she had to let Fusang dispel some of his doubts for the time being so that his eyes would not be so focused on Fuchen.

To achieve this effect, I am afraid the best way is to go the other way and take him to the Ninth Heaven in person.

When she opened the wooden door of the yard, she was lonely and calm, with no barriers or murderous intentions, and there was a burst of insects in her ears, which surprised her.

Looking at the candlelight lit in the inner room and the look of reading on the window paper, Zhaoyue thought she had read it wrong.

After coming to the Medicine King Valley for so many days, she has been safely opening the wooden door of the yard for the first time, which makes her feel a little uncomfortable.

He pushed open the door with a creak, and the supper on the table was neatly placed in front of him without moving at all.

I looked around and repeatedly confirmed that I had no murderous intention, so I stepped in.

I looked over the food on the table with great interest. Since I explained to Rongluo, it was indeed much lighter than before.

"You are so old that you don't have food and don't grow taller, but how can you get married?"

Fu Chen's rolling eyes flew straight from behind the book like a knife, landing on her hippie cheeks, without any response, as if hitting a cotton quilt.

He took a deep breath, closed the book, walked over from the other side of the desk, sat honestly at the table, picked up the chopsticks and ate without saying a word.

Zhaoyue felt a big question in her heart when she saw him looking very well-behaved.

The little bastard is quiet, so he must have something to do.

She sat down slowly across from the opposite side, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, staring at his cheek for a moment.

After a long time, Fu Chen was displeased and placed the bowls and chopsticks in his hand neatly on the table. He said with dissatisfaction: "Is Yue Zun Si Mu me? He stared at me like this and asked me to eat."

Hey, this bastard.

Zhao Yue blinked, raised her hand and gestured back and forth from top to bottom from his head a few times, and said with a look of indifference: "You have a tender face, thin arms and legs. You haven't reached the chest of my own when you stand up. I don't have any special hobbies and still miss you."

He gave the woman in front of him a blank look. He didn't say anything, picked up the bowl and continued to eat.

It’s really rare tonight. The prince of this heavenly clan rarely eats honestly. In the past, Isn’t it just a matter of disagreement and just draws his sword and speaks?

Zhao Yue looked up and down his eyes and couldn't help asking: "Hey, is there something else to ask me to do?"

This sentence touched Fuchen's heart.

What else can be done? It’s not the matter of Rongluo getting married.

He put down the bowls and chopsticks again, looked at the ancient Yuezun in front of him, and after a while, he took out the piece of paper written by Rong Luo from the Qiankun bag on his chest and handed it over.

Zhao Yue was puzzled, took the folded square white paper, glanced at him suspiciously, and shook the paper open.

The text above made Zhaoyue's brow twist into a mess in the blink of an eye.

Just like that, I asked her to ask the Tianjun Fusang, I'm afraid Fusang's butt will be raised up happily. What a favor she has to offer!

She glanced at Fu Chen who was sitting there, and her lips pursed again and again. She wanted to speak several times but didn't know what to say, so she choked back.

After a long time, I folded the white paper in my hand a few times and put it back into my Qiankun bag.

This prince really wants to strangle him to death.

Seeing her frown and want to speak, Fu Chen knew that he was inappropriate.

After thinking about it, he shouted: "Rongluo knows it is too difficult, so he just needs a side room."

She gave Fu Chen a fierce look, her eyes almost rolled to the sky, and said angrily: "For Fusang, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to sell my favors. Not to mention the sea snake or the big roc in the sky, he can also make a house for people in the water."

As he said that, a chopstick pierced into the steamed bun in front of him.

Fu Chen looked at her with chopsticks and chopsticks, and tied up a big white steamed bun into a hornet's nest, which made him feel nervous.

If you are dissatisfied, you will be dissatisfied. If you complain, you will complain. Why are you doing for someone else’s steamed buns?

"So, what you said before can give me an opportunity, what is the opportunity?"

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Lingmei: Alas, it’s hard to describe it.

Zhaoyue: What's wrong again?

Lingmei: It was snowing that day, Rongluo and I enjoyed the snow together. I told him that my hands were cold...

Zhaoyue: Oh? Did he hold you in your hands to keep warm?

Lingmei:... He said he brought him a pair when buying gloves, and emphasized that it was black several times.

Zhaoyue:...
Chapter completed!