Qu Yimian

Author: Bright Moon and Drizzle

Wine glasses in the glorious hall are clashing with each other, and socializing and strategy are clashing with each other.

Both of them were in the same color, and the strong purple color made Rong Chen's cold and silent face more noble.

Qu Yimian's eyes were about to run to Rong Chen, and her black hair fluttered in the wind, and her eyes were shining brightly.

"See Your Majesty." The two of them came to bow and salute.

Wen Renjing felt a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't say what was going on for the moment.

She raised her hand gently and said, "Please get up, the saint who has been to the Apocalypse for the first time can tell me, please forgive me for any inappropriate treatment of the palace people."

"Thank you for your concern. I thought that there was no one intimate in the Apocalypse, but I never thought that I would fall into the same state as the teacher at first sight, but I fulfilled my wish."

She is slender and tall, with a hint of compassion under the blue lamp, but when she touched the emperor's eyes, a hint of disgust appeared in her eyes.

As he said that, he approached Rongchen a little, looking forward to his face.

"National Master?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, and at some point Rong Chen had already sat down, his expression was dull.

Wen Renjing also felt extremely embarrassed, so he raised his glass and said, "I wish the saint a cup. It is a blessing for the saint to choose between several countries to come to the apocalypse."

The Apocalypse people believed in God and Buddha from this, and they could see that they regarded him as a god, not to mention that this mysterious saint was loved by all the people of the Apocalypse.

Especially the saint who had been there before, saved the people of Apocalypse.

"This time I came here to spread blessings, and the other was that the Northern Wilderness wanted to find a husband in the Age of Revelation." Qu Yimian said slowly, his eyes falling into Rongchen's direction.

The Northern Wilderness has always been mysterious and claims to be a descendant of God. Except for the saints who travel to various countries to spread blessings, this matter is always once every fifty or sixty years.

This time the request calmed everyone down and watched the saint's beautiful face restless.

"Then the saint might as well stay for a few more days and stay and choose slowly." Wen Renjing was puzzled, but he also said in a business manner.

Concubine Lan twisted her waist and said quietly, "Yes! The saint rarely comes to Apocalypse, but you have to stay for a few more days to appreciate the scenery of Apocalypse."

"That Yimian thanks His Majesty Concubine." Qu Yimian bowed.

After the dance music, everyone interacted with each other.

"Didn't the national master say he doesn't know His Highness? He happened to come in with him."

Wen Renjing said unhappily as he saw no one paying attention to this place.

Looking at the bright, beautiful and charming Saint in the distance, I was very envious for a moment. Such a beautiful woman!

"It happened." A quiet voice sounded.

Her slender fingers touched her falling hair lightly, with a complicated expression.

She sighed and said, "That's good."

Otherwise, no matter who is, they would mind the detoxification behavior of the two of them. In ancient times, skin kinship was very serious. If they really met someone who wanted to spend their whole life together, would he or she mind?

"Master, do you say that my poison is the mother's fetus and will accompany me. Can it be completely eradicated?" She lowered her voice and said in his ear.

She must have detoxified the poison. The original owner died of the recurrence of the poison and was stabbed by an assassin. Now she has this body.

I don’t know where the future will be!

Since he has never been willing to give himself Caiyue, at least he can eliminate the poison first, otherwise his body will be inseparable from the national master.

Her eyes were glowing, and it was very bright when she stayed in front of him.

He was a little stunned, with a smile in his eyes, and the moment he raised his eyes, he still had a blush in his ears.

"The time has not yet come. Since I have agreed to your Majesty, I will do my best." Rong Chen lowered his eyes, with a clear tone, and a beautiful magnetic sound.

Wen Renjing looked at him helplessly, and his unmoved appearance was very quiet.

She didn't know if she could detoxify her, or could only delay time, so she returned to her seat with a slightly dark face.

The banquet was so irritable that she slipped away quietly while everyone was not paying attention, but everyone became much more casual because of her departure.

"The saint came from afar, which is a blessing from the apocalypse. This is the gift of my father to meet with His Highness. My father had seen the former saint when he was young, and I think it was also my blessing for others."

Wen Renqin was holding a wine cup in his hand and approached with a smile, looking like a handsome young man.

The eunuch behind him walked forward with a gift plate.

He lifted the red cloth and revealed a pink night pearl that shone brightly.

Almost everyone in Wen Ren family has a better face, and looks harmless. He has always been very confident in himself.

The red lips moved slightly, and there was a hint of arrogance between the eyebrows.

She glanced at Wen Renqin with a faint look, with a little contempt in her eyes, "Thank you, Your Highness, the Crown Prince."

Just a pink night pearl.

"It's good if the saint likes it."

He smiled playfully and said slowly in a low voice.

If there is support from the Northern Wilderness, then this country is as heavy as a feather.

Qu Yimian smiled faintly, without any expression, and gently put down the wine cup in his hand.

"Yimian is a little tired, so I won't accompany Your Highness." She lowered her body, gave a look politely and alienatedly, "Lan Qi."

Lan Qi stepped forward and took the gift box.

Looking at the seat in the distance, she was a little restless when the person had left.

Thinking of the scene where she met just now, she closed her eyes gently.

It turned out that he had disappeared for so many years and had actually come to Apocalypse. If she had known it, she would have taken over the position of Saint Maiden earlier so that she could meet him earlier.

"His Highness the Saint is not familiar with the place of Age of Qi. If you have any questions, you can give me instructions to you and will definitely serve you." Wenrenqin said.

She really had no interest in the person in front of her, and she was as immature as the emperor.

"Well, Yimian must keep in mind the prince's kindness, Yimian will give up first."

Looking at his graceful figure, Wen Renqin showed a meaningful smile.

"His Majesty, these servants were sent by His Majesty to the Yihuan Hall to serve you."

"What order does Your Highness have to ask for my servants?" Yanxi took a group of palace maids to salute.

"Get up!"

"What else does the saint have to do?" Yanxi asked.

After Qu Yimian looked at it carefully, he gently pulled Yan Xi over, "This girl must have been in the palace for a long time. Yimian wanted to ask about something, but I don't know if it's convenient."

"His Highness the Holy Maiden is a distinguished guest, so I will naturally speak out."

Yan Xi answered in a business-related manner with a calm expression.

"Can your national teacher marry a wife?" Qu Yimian's voice sounded.

Yanxi lowered her eyes, "When you go back to your highness, the national master has always been in silence and has no contact with the outside world, so don't mention getting married."

She looked happy, "I thanked the girl today."

"No?" Wen Renjing's slender fingers held a brush and brushed the name on the rice paper, and raised his eyebrows.

The crescent white brocade robe made her look extremely thin, and a blue jade pendant was tied to her slender waist.

"Well, this is how the saint asked me."

Yanxi said seriously, with doubts in her eyes.

Although the national teacher is indeed in a natural state, this saint cannot make the national teacher's idea!

How could a country's national teacher marry for the sake of the country?

"How is the person who arranged it?" Wen Renjing asked casually, but his eyes were exquisite.

"It's all my own people."

"You go down first!" she said.

"I'll leave."

The night is as dark as if it is sucking people in, and spots of stars decorate the sky.

The man in black stepped into the window and was renovating himself. His black eyes were shining with light, and his sword eyebrows and starry eyes were starry.

He bowed and said, "Your Majesty."

"how?"
Chapter completed!