It's a bit strange to say that the East China Sea is so luxurious that it is very quiet. The young master has never seen the head and the tail. I think it's because he lost too much money in the West China last time, so he is embarrassed to show up in public this time.

A few days later, the East China Sea lost its fun. On this day, Changle brought a cup of tea and thought about the words along the way. How to persuade the young master to let him go. After stepping into the door, he was ready to speak. Suddenly, he heard a male voice coming from the front: "Is the sun coming out from the west today?"

Changle was thinking about beating around the bush, but he saw it through, so he couldn't help but put the tea on the table, took out a jade whistle from his sleeve, and said, "I'll return your whistle, and I want to go home."

I was already ready to agree with him, but I didn't expect that the young master stood up leisurely, just held the whistle in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while, then turned out a red rope, hung the jade whistle on Changle's wrist, and said in a low voice, "I've sent it out, but there is no reason to return it. If you want to go home, go back."

This is true, but he seems to have never said he wanted to give himself a whistle?

She lowered her head and looked at the red rope on her wrist. She felt something strange, but she couldn't tell what was strange. After thinking about it, she thought that the young master had sat back in front of the case again, and thought that the opportunity was rare, so she went home quickly.

He turned around and wanted to leave, and there was another light whistle behind him: "Do you know how to use the whistle?"

Before Changle could speak, he said again: "This jade whistle is a magical weapon. Don't underestimate it. You can send a message to me when something happens."

Changle turned around and smiled at him: "Then, I'll thank you."

The lotus flowers in front of the hall bloomed all over the pond, and the soft mist was wet, rushing towards me. A white cat jumped down from the stone steps in front of the hall and rushed over lightly.

Changle stretched out his hand, picked it up, scratched its head affectionately, put his forehead on its forehead, and whispered: "Xiaobai, I miss me so much."

The little white blood-colored pupils stared at her, without turning, and her eyes were obviously cruel and fierce, but at this moment they were all gentle and touching.

It screamed softly, which caused Changle to scratch again, which really made it feel excellent.

She raised her feet and walked around the lotus pond, walked into the hall, lowered her head and slapped at Xiaobai in her arms, "I'll be fine if I'll be at home with you every day in the future?"

Xiaobai screamed again, and the voice was very light, just like it, gentle and gentle, as if expressing some emotions. Suddenly, Changle took back his feet, put Xiaobai back on the ground, and said in a harmonious voice: "I will be back later."

After saying that, she turned around and stepped into a deep forest.

As my eyes turned, there was a quiet forest. I stepped into a sandalwood hall. There was no one in the hall. Changle turned around and wanted to leave, but saw a letter placed in front of the door. He leaned over and saw the word "Yong'an" on it. After a closer look, it turned out to be written for his sister.

Changle couldn't help but read it. After reading the whole article, he became completely different.

This letter was written by Song Yu to his sister, and it was nothing more than some remarks that were too early to get married and would be discussed later.

But Changle is not so ignorant of the world. This letter clearly means that Song Yu is unwilling to marry his sister. If it weren't for the forced act of Aunt Yun, they wouldn't have married him, so how could she let her sister compromise now?

The more she thought about it, she became more and more angry. She put the letter in her arms and walked out. I don’t know how long she had walked, but she ran into several maids whispering softly on the way. She didn’t mean to listen to the corner of the wall, but the sound was too loud.

"Have you heard it? The Second Highness of the Gods seems to be unwilling to marry our Highness."

"Yes, at the last two tribes' banquet, the second highman did not even wear the Gemini crown as promised, and he did not take our highman seriously at all."

"According to the people present, the second highman also disliked His Highness in public for being average and not worthy of him."

Hearing this, Changle felt something suddenly blocked from his heart.

How could the Second Highness of the God Clan insult his sister like this?

My sister is so gentle and beautiful, and she is well-educated, and she is even disliked to be mediocre in appearance?

She was so angry that she was about to rush to the gods to humiliate Song Yu, who was so angry that she could relieve the hatred in her heart. She heard an extremely gentle female voice from behind her: "Ale, you are back."

Changle turned around and his eyes hit his bright and clear pupils. When she saw Yongan's slightly raised lips, she suddenly felt that all the anger had disappeared, and she limped into the arms of the person who came, and said softly: "Sister, I miss you."

Yongan let her hold her for a while, then let go and pulled her up and down, checked her up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief when she was not injured, and asked helplessly: "Where have you been playing these days?"

Changle replied, "I've gone to the West Sea and gained some knowledge. Is this much more valuable than staying in the imperial capital to meet the emperor's tribe?"

"You are not honest. Fortunately, the emperor didn't come either, otherwise my aunt would not be able to spare you." Yongan pulled her and walked towards the Sandwood Hall. Changle was surprised and asked, "Your Majesty didn't come either?"

The two stopped in front of the door, and Changle suddenly grabbed her hand, a little timid and a little reluctant to speak: "Sister, are you... really willing to marry the Second Highness of the Gods?"

It seemed that this sentence came too suddenly and suddenly. Yong'an's smile froze on his face for a moment, then calmed down, and another gentle look: "You should know your sister. What about your partner, no matter who it is, it is no different for your sister."

"But sister..." Changle was so entangled that he didn't know whether to say it or not. After hesitating for a while, he didn't say what he wanted to say. Instead, he changed his mind and said softly: "Sister, I, I... don't want to marry Master Di. I don't like him..."

The wind blew up the broken hair between Yong'an's forehead, revealing her eyebrows and eyes as crescent moon.

"Ale, have you... seen Master Emperor?"

Changle shook his head.

Perhaps the wind was really strong, and there was a little coldness coming along the back. Yong'an moved to block the wind, pushed her, and said, "Ale, come into the house."

"Sister, I want to ask you something."

Yong'an turned around and closed the door: "Ale just ask."

"Sister, will it be really happy to marry someone you don't like?"

As soon as this said, Yong'an paused again, thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Ale, we two are born with some responsibility that cannot be shirked. There is no choice for getting married."

Changle was a little depressed. However, her sister had never pursued what she liked, and she had never seen the like mentioned in the painting book. Are you going to get married so soon?

Several gongs were yelled outside the window, which disturbed Changle's dream of ascension. She pulled away from her dream, raised her hand to cover the dazzling morning light, and yawned a few times.

The demon clan is holding a banquet again. It is said that the second high prince of the god clan came to hire him, and the formation was quite magnificent.

Changle's originally chaotic mind suddenly became clear. The second highman of the God Clan, Song Yu, was hired, sister...

She got out of bed quickly and ran towards the hall.

When we arrived, the guests were filled with seats. Changle cat walked behind the door, trying to find Yong'an's figure. Suddenly, he saw a drama on the divine stage, a bitter scene that made people cry. The woman on the divine stage was full of tears, and she looked at the man who was leaving with a heart of death. She could not get out for a long time.

Changle couldn't help but be stunned. He had such a script, which was so touching that he immediately started to watch it with relish. After watching a play, he felt that he was still not satisfied. At this time, the next play came.

I saw a man in brocade clothes holding a piano in his arms, and jumping onto the divine platform. He was a man with excellent figure, majestic and handsome, and looked gentle and graceful, giving people the beauty of spring breeze.

He raised his hand to play the piano, and waves of string sounds came, like the sound of nature, which made people lose their souls in an instant.

Changle was surprised. The man was dressed gorgeously, covered in phoenix feathers, and was introverted and hidden, as if he was like a peacock. At this time, she also heard a lot of disagreements from the crowd's discussions.

"Such elegant, this is the third prince of the gods, right?"

"Yes, it's Feng Yuqin in his hand. However, although the third prince is outstanding, he is far inferior to the Grand Prince of the Gods, Emperor Jiang Wuye."

"Yes, Yes, Emperor Wuye, how handsome and handsome, he is. Although the third prince's Feng Huangqin is very powerful, he can only be an assistant after all. How can he be brave enough to go to the battlefield?"

Listening to the few people saying it, Changle's heart was filled with mist. This person was actually his fiancé's younger brother?

However, the people's hand-treading hand was a bit hurtful. Before she could figure out what was going on, she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She instantly stretched her eyebrows and looked at the person who came and called, "Sister!"

Yongan pinched her palm and laughed: "Ale finally got up? What are you looking at?"

Changle leaned against her and pointed at the young man playing the piano on the divine platform, with a little sympathy in his eyes: "Looking at him."

"Oh?" Yongan looked at her gaze and smiled slightly, "It turns out that he is the third prince of the Gods. I guess Ale doesn't recognize him yet, right?"

"Why do he have so many feathers on his body? He looks like a peacock in his flower?"

Yong'an couldn't help laughing and replied, "The third prince of the Gods, named Xiheng, is a phoenix. How can you call him a flower peacock?"

"Sister, this is really my fault," Changle couldn't help laughing, and then said seriously, "Sister, are you going to go on stage too?"

"Yes, it's the next one." She stood up, warned Changle a few times, and then disappeared into the crowd.

Changle rushed to the front row with a crowded left and right, picked a very comfortable position, sat down, and waited for Yong'an to appear.

A sound of music sounded, melodious and long. At this time, a long sword fell from the sky and stayed on the divine platform, and a white figure followed.

Chapter completed!