After a long time of stasis, she knelt down and walked two steps towards Fusang: "Then Yun Xiaoxian is lying! The Heavenly Lord is so wise! How could I add something to the medicine!"

"What the next day means that the Ten Thousand Years of Ginseng Sperm engraved with Shang Bao's label in the Tian Clan Treasure Pavilion was because he had grown his legs and jumped into Yunxiaoxian's medicine stove!"

The spirit girl was silent and didn't say a word for a long time.

Fusang rubbed his painful temple and looked at her kneeling here, becoming more upset: "Gogun, go back to your harem, don't let me see you!"

The woman in glory in front of her stood up staggeringly, holding her skirt in dismay, and sobbing from the Yuqing Hall with a loss, feeling uncomfortable, and grievance.

She quietly went to the Medicine King Valley, just wondering if the fox Fuchen and the prince Fuchen she lost were the same person.

Some people and some things are like the torrent of time moving forward. When you miss the moment, you think that the next moment will be even more grand and brilliant, but you don’t think that if you miss it, it is the farewell of eternal life, the regret and obsession of a lifetime.

The former prince of the Heavenly Clan Fu Chen held her in his palm. Her every frown and smile touched his joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. He would look for everything in the world without moving his expression and present such things in front of her.

And for the sake of the supreme vanity and glory, she pushed such a man away and threw his heart to the ground and trampled him hard.

Until she really lost it, she finally realized that what she lost was not the prince Fuchen, and what she got was not the supreme and the most noble throne in the world.

What she lost was the true feelings she cherished as a treasure, and what she got was just another cold hell.

If time goes back, even if she is a humble family, she is likely to be a concubine, and she will use all her strength to choose Fu Chen and the man who cherishes her with all her heart and strength.

Although that may not be called love.

The moment she returned to Tianhou Palace, she closed the palace gate with her own hands, slowly knelt on the ground along the door panel, and finally burst into tears.

She has never regretted it like now, nor has she missed that person like now.

The man who always faces her with a smile in her memory.

In Yuqing Palace, Fusang looked coldly at the skylight outside the hall, holding a secret letter from Kunlun Palace in his hand, which said that the fox prince Fuchen, swept across the entire Kunlun Palace in one day. The sword technique used was sure that there was no shadow of the sword technique of the Heavenly Clan, and the luck was blue. Several elders judged that it was indeed Yin power.

The letter also mentioned that Hongjun Laozu was furious and put the dissolution of the Elder's House on the table.

Fusang must not allow him to implement this matter. In addition to the royal family of the feather clan, there are also plump wings that can protect the younger generations in Fusang's Kunlun Palace. If the ancestor Hongjun was sent off the Elder's Home, it would mean that Fusang's training for nearly 500 years was burned.

With the matter of the Fox Emperor, Buxiaochuan and Jiuchongtian became inexplicably nervous.

Although I don’t laugh at the fact that the Sichuan Fox Clan is weak, the Fox Emperor is one of the eleven gods in the world, and there is also the shadow of the ancient Yue Zun Zhaoyue behind it. If the Fox Emperor offends, it will definitely not be of any benefit to the Heavenly Clan.

For Fusang today, it is definitely not worth the loss.

"Tell me the order to order the Divine Doctor Pavilion to go to the Medicine King Valley quickly and do my best to save the Fox Emperor." He held his hands behind his back, looked at the sky light in front of him, and said deeply.

The Kunlun Mountain in the north of the Northern Desert passed through the endless snow-filled snowfield, passed the Kunlun Palace Immortal Gate guarded by the two Kirin beasts, faced the auspicious sky light coming from the sky, went east along the road, passed through the small bridge and flowing water, and saw inside the open door of the living yard, Zhao Yue was wearing a golden fox fur, and pushed a petal of orange away, his eyes fell into the letter paper in his hand, and he burst out laughing.

She planted the seed quietly in the Medicine King Valley, and after she left, she broke out of the ground and sprouted.

Between the lines, she could even imagine that the fox emperor was being supported, sitting on Yun Xiaoxian's platform with blood from his legs. The passionate fox clan members were extremely dissatisfied and insisted on asking him for an explanation.

Yun Xiaoxian was indeed a sensible person. The ball hit the hand of Emperor Yun of the Feather Clan, drew a rainbow-like arc, landed in Fusang's arms, and turned into a hot potato.

She could even think of Fusona's twisted expression. She could neither offend Emperor Yun of the Feather Clan who had just formed a marriage alliance nor could she offend the Fox Emperor who was behind the ancient Yuezun. She could only bear the loss by herself.

And the spirit girl must have been scolded severely compared to her.

Fu Chen in the house couldn't stand it anymore, and saw Zhaoyue as if she was infected with something evil. She had been focusing on eating oranges all day long. She was wearing his fox fur and seemed to be like her own thing. She sat under the tree, giggling in the cold wind.

He picked up two steamed buns, pricked the chopsticks placed beside him, and like what she did when she was in Medicine King Valley before, he raised the steamed buns in his hand, walked to her side, grabbed the remaining oranges in her hand, and placed them aside.

"You women are really tired of the old and old. Do you want steamed buns when you have oranges?" He almost grabbed her hand toughly, stuffed the chopsticks and the two steamed buns inserted into her palm.

Zhaoyue hesitated for a while and handed another letter in her hand to Fu Chen: "Let's look at the letter from the Fox Emperor."

While saying that, he pulled off a steamed bun and tore a small piece.

Sure enough, if you want to say it tastes delicious, the steamed buns in Kunlun Palace are the most delicious. They are very soft and fluffy, and slightly yellow. It can be seen that the person who makes steamed buns has excellent skills.

Fu Chen looked up and down the letter and glanced at Zhaoyue: "You are such a good move. The spirit girl is probably going to be pushed out by Fusang."

"Wouldn't it be better? It's just a matter of giving way to the little princess of the feather tribe, so that she won't be alone in guarding the harem of the heavens and living a sad life."

Although the spirit girl did not gloriously snatched the position that should have belonged to her, she had long been one person and above ten thousand people. The throne of the queen who had only a false reputation was not attractive to her.

However, the woman killed her fellow siblings for that position, and even the sword fairy Luo Yao was unable to escape from her.

Zhaoyue has always been very curious about whether in the heart of the spirit girl, is the important thing about the prince Fuchen who is heart-wrenching, or the extremely golden and cold throne of the queen.

This confusion finally got the final answer in the Battle of the Wasteland. She chose the throne without hesitation, even if the person beside her was a demon who clearly used her position to take advantage of her.

And her embarrassing situation now is also considered to be her own efforts to suffer, and she will be responsible for the cause and effect.

If the person she chose was Fu Chen, how could there be such a little princess in the feather tribe?
Chapter completed!