There is no cloudless, but the sun is not very fierce. Even on both sides of the warm Red River, it is already in the middle of winter. The slightly cold wind blows through the stone platform, not bringing up the smoke and dust in the cracks of the bluestone, but only makes the white flowers piled on the ground tremble slightly, making it look even more sad.

Luoluo stood outside the pear blossoms all over the ground, her figure was a little lonely.

On her still innocent and more beautiful little face, there was no obvious emotion. However, thinking about the previous resolution in the stone hall, listening to the ritual music that became smoother when the whale fell on the platform, thinking about the soon-to-be-public letter of the world, many patriarchs and generals were a little reluctant to look at her, lowered their heads or turned around to stagger their eyes.

Luoluo seemed not to notice these things, and walked forward, and her little leather boots stepped on the soft little white flowers without making any sound.

She stopped because a very majestic figure like a mountain stopped him.

She looked up and found that it was the elder who loved her the most since childhood.

The head of the Xiang tribe looked at her silently, without saying a word, but there were many complex emotions in his eyes, just like the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, which was difficult to sort out clearly.

In his calm eyes there was gentleness, pampering, apology, and request.

Luo Luo understood what he meant and said in a gentle voice: "I didn't expect it."

The apology in the eyes of the chief clan of the prime minister became stronger and he said, "This is what His Majesty meant."

Luo Luo looked at him with her little face raised and said calmly: "So what?"

The viewing platform was very quiet, especially after she appeared.

Although her voice was very light, it clearly reached the ears of all the great figures of the demon race.

The chief of the Xiang tribe was stunned, the grandfather of the deer tribe was stunned, the chief of the Li tribe was stunned, and the big figures on the observation deck were stunned.

Because they did not expect that the princess, who has always been known for her cute but sensible, well-behaved and obedient, would say such words.

So what? These four simple words seem to be just questioning or inquiring. Who can’t hear the coldness and toughness hidden in it?

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...

Luo Luo walked to the pear tree.

She looked at the young demon under the tree and found that the other party was indeed very handsome, and the aura she showed was not very disgusting to her.

Her eyes fell between his hair, confirming that there were no magic horns, and she felt slightly interesting, and then she felt a little confused.

As the most noble princess of the demon clan, she is always under the strictest protection whether in Kyoto or in Baidi City, so she has no chance to participate in the dynasty test, and cannot enter the Tianshu Tomb Temple with others to realize the truth, and will not be allowed to enter the Zhouyuan trial.

So she didn't have any chance to meet the real demons.

It was just that many years ago, she met her once in that unforgettable night at the National Education College.

The demon with the horns that had been born into Zhou Tong's hands should have died long ago, right?

He had not even succeeded in cleaning his marrow at that time. Wouldn't he be afraid when he stood in front of him?

A white flower fell from the branches and brushed across her temples, bringing her to her senses.

She asked curiously: "Are you the Demon Lord?"

Her eyes were clear, like a stream, and she could see all the real emotions.

It is obvious that she has no anger towards this young demon king, but she is really curious.

"Yes."

The Demon Lord looked at her quietly and suddenly said, "You can call my name, Nero."

There is no special thing about this sentence and the slight pause between them.

But if the black robe and the magic coach were present, they would definitely be very surprised.

If the princes and ministers in Xue Lao City were present, they might even be scared to faint.

Although his calm tone hides true arrogance, he told her his real name and allowed her to use it.

Luo Luo didn't know the rules of these demon royal families, nor did she care about them.

She looked at him and asked, "You want to marry me?"

The Demon Lord raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Not bad."

Luoluo asked, "Why?"

The purpose of marriage is naturally to prove the alliance.

This is a very clear answer. The Demon Lord believed that she knew it, but she could not answer it like this.

This is the dignity of the king, the reserve that the royal family should have, and the respect that the other party should give.

So the answer he gave was still admiration.

He said he had admired her for a long time.

Of course Luo Luo knew that this could not be the truth, just like she knew why he wanted to marry her.

But she continued to ask: "Did you know me before?"

Many big names, including the patriarch of the prime minister, thought they knew why she insisted on asking questions.

She wanted to prove that the Demon Lord was lying.

She wanted to prove that the Demon Lord didn't know her before, so naturally she didn't admire her for a long time.

But even if you prove this, what's the point?

In their opinion, His Royal Highness Luoluo was like a child biting the tip of his pen and thinking about how to solve a pattern problem.

Even if she is asked to solve this question, who cares if she is right or wrong?

"Of course, it is precisely because of knowing that I appreciate it. I believe that one day in the future, you will have the same view."

The Demon Lord looked at her calmly, looking very confident.

Luoluo suddenly took a few steps back, came to the white flower, and looked under the tree again.

She tilted her head, frowned slightly, and for some reason she seemed a little distressed and very cute.

At a glance, it is a painting.

Outside the railing is the blue sky, high and clear.

A pear tree is full of fine white flowers.

He stood under the tree.

The wind rises, and the flowers fall like rain.

Falling on his shoulders.

Falling on his clothes.

This painting is really beautiful.

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The Demon Lord didn't say anything and let her look at him.

Because he was standing in the painting at this time.

There was a smile on his face, and a touch of fatigue and boredom gradually appeared in the depths of his eyes.

At the beginning, Luo Luo did not show fear of him like the noble girls in Xue Laocheng, nor did she act deliberately arrogant and indifferent like his sisters. She just expressed curiosity like ordinary girls with bright eyes, which really made him have some interest.

But as time goes by, this interest has faded a lot.

Especially when I saw Luo Luo’s expression at this time.

This painting was originally what he painted for her to see.

He thought slightly that women are women, and after all, they still like these vain and ridiculous things.

Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard a sentence.

"Have you seen my painting?"

The person who speaks is Luoluo.

The Demon Lord lowered his smile, looked at her calmly and said, "I don't understand what you mean."

“I drew a painting three days ago.”

Luoluo looked at him and said, "I didn't expect to see the real scene today."

The Demon Lord raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Is that so? That's a coincidence."

"Of course it's not a coincidence. My mother probably knew that I liked that painting very much, so she showed it to you. The spring breeze came in late winter, and the trees were full of pear blossoms, and you were under the tree... These details were made very well, the pear blossoms looked good, and you were also very good. The way to touch the scene was natural, but both my mother and you got something wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Even if everything is designed to be extremely perfect, you can't be my painting."

"Why?"

"Because that painting was not something I imagined in vain, but something I already had."

Luoluo looked at him with sympathy, like looking at a child biting the tip of a pen and thinking about how to solve a pattern problem.

You thought you had found the correct solution, but you didn't know the meaning of this question.

The Demon Lord vaguely guessed the answer and asked, "Who is this person in the painting?"

Luo Luo was quiet for a while and said, "Of course it's my husband."
Chapter completed!