If the timing is not right, Chongen will definitely laugh.
But when he faced Shang Ge's face, he couldn't help but feel soft and pity when he saw her pouting and swelling.
Everyone in heaven thinks she is so lustful, but in fact she is the most simple. Whatever she recognizes in her heart is what it means. Everyone thinks she is romantic, but Chongen knows that it is more difficult than anyone else to enter this person's heart.
Thinking of this, Chongen couldn't help feeling sad.
He stood up and said warmly: "What trouble did Hua Zixiang make for me again?"
Xiao Baihe scratched his neck, glanced at the song, and said carefully: "This little fairy doesn't know. But when he came, the flower god said something to the little fairy. She said, if the Holy Emperor asked me what I was doing, just say, he would regret it if he didn't come, and if he regrets it, he will come to me to drink, there is no way!"
"Okay." Chongen agreed: "I'll go with you."
The song immediately said: "The Holy Emperor is busy, so I'm not far away to send it."
Before Chongen could agree, she raised her hand and sent Chongen out of the mountain gate.
Chongen stood outside the gate of Qingqiu Mountain and sighed quietly. He didn't like him so much that he couldn't wait to see him off, so he started to chase people.
But at this time, he couldn't worry too much. Whenever the Flower God threatened him with such a tone, it would be a big deal. He was anxious and followed Xiao Baihe to Zilan Palace. Xiao Baihe flew and laughed muffled, and he couldn't help but sigh again.
He naturally knew what Xiao Baihe laughed at.
I miss him the dignified Holy Emperor, who was majestic and majestic in the past, but I didn't expect that the only women in my life would be able to do anything about him today.
It’s okay that Hua Zixiang is not serious, she has never figured out her red line, so she comes to worry about herself all day long, but she still can’t worry about the idea of singing... Forget it, he would rather be eaten by her, but unfortunately she has no interest in eating her.
The gate of Zilan Palace was right in front of him. Xiao Baihe came down and said respectfully beside him: "Holy Emperor, the Flower God is now the backyard, you can go by yourself."
"I'm tired," Chongen said, quite embarrassed: "But I rarely walk in the backyard, will it be inconvenient?"
Xiao Baihe smiled pursed his lips and said, "Well... the Holy Emperor just worry, and ignore it when encountering inconvenience."
"..." Chongen was silently injured.
There is indeed no serious person in Zilan Palace. What is this?
But when things come, this is the only way.
He walked in, asked where the backyard was, and went straight to find it.
Fortunately, Hua Zixiang was quite considerate, and in the pavilion in the eye-catching backyard, there were a few plates of side dishes and pots of wine in front of her.
Seeing Chongen coming, she smiled and hurriedly called Chongen to sit down: "Come here."
She seemed to regard Zilan Palace as her own palace.
Chongen also sat over like a good person, stroked his sleeves, and smiled sarcastically: "You are addicted to commanding the Zilan Palace. Tell me, did Xuanyi help you with this wine and dish, or was it prepared by Mo Yin for you?"
"Tsk, Mo Yin's wood, can he be so kind? Of course it's my Xuanyi." Hua Zixiang held her face with her hands and said to her happiness: "Do you think everyone can afford to be the warm man at home like Xuanyi?"
Chongen took a glass of wine, lowered his head and sipped his lips. The mellow smell was in the mouth, and the warmth reached his heart. The taste was familiar. It was a treasure of Zilan Palace. Li Yuan was not willing to drink it on weekdays. Only Xuanyi, the sucker, was obedient to Hua Zixiang, and even dared to bring her the master's wine.
He took a sip of wine, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Your Xuanyi?"
"Of course it's my home." Hua Zixiang was happy, and smiled on the corners of her eyebrows and eyes: "My home can only be my home."
Chongen raised his eyebrows again: "Where is Mo Yin?"
"Mo Yin doesn't like me again." Hua Zixiang said indifferently: "Besides, that wood, I was blinded back then, and I fell in love with him."
Chongen was stunned and laughed softly.
Hua Zixiang's words were relieved. He also knew a little about what happened back then. Mo Yin had no Hua Zixiang in his heart. Now Hua Zixiang has opened up, so Xuanyi is her best destination. He watched the entanglement of the three people coldly, and now he finally didn't have to be picked up by Hua Zixiang in the middle of the night and heard her bitterness.
Chongen smiled relievedly: "You are so anxious that you can call me here, just ask me to say congratulations?"
"Of course not!" Hua Zixiang leaned close to his ear mysteriously: "Chongen, you owe me a favor this time. Tell me, what should I pay it back?"
Chongen was stunned. It turned out that it was related to himself.
He stared at Hua Zixiang. The man's face was mysterious, and his usual little complacent and complacent. He knew Hua Zixiang too well. The more he wanted to hear, the more she wanted to show off. If you were anxious, the happier she would be.
This person is just a child.
Chongen sat back, held the wine glass and poured a glass on his own: "If you like to say or not, I don't have to listen."
"You don't listen to Xiaobai?" Hua Zixiang was not fooled by him this time and tilted her head.
Chong'en's hand shook with the wine glass, and half a glass of wine spilled out.
Hua Zixiang came to him proudly: "I chatted with Xuanyi yesterday, and he missed it, so that I could hear a major news about you Xiaobai. Do you want to hear it?"
Chongen missed the novice for more than two hundred years. After learning the news, she didn't know how excited she was!
Thinking of her hard work in searching for her friend Chongen, the news had fallen, and she didn't know how much storm would be caused. She was proud of her heart and could not wait for Chongen to come back, so she sent someone to find her.
There was a moment of silence in the room, the flowers were fragrant, and they looked at Chongen with anticipation.
"I don't want to." Chongen was stunned for a moment and said firmly.
He already had a song in his heart, and he could not face Xiaobai. Just like the question asked by Shangge, what should Xiaobai do? He didn't know. Xiaobai had already been destroyed in the world. He was guarding that little love. More than two hundred years have passed, everything became more and more precious.
But he hurt Shangge very deeply. How can he tell Shangge that he owes Xiaobai in his heart, and he won’t run away from Xiaobai just because of her?
So... no matter what news it was, he would rather not listen or think about it.
Hua Zixiang cleaned her ears: "What?"
He doesn't want to listen?
Chongen put down his cup and stood up: "If you have nothing else, then I will go back to Dongying Mountain first. I have been out for two days, so it's time to go back."
"Hey!" Seeing that Chongen was really leaving, Hua Zixiang became anxious: "Chongen, you really don't listen? News about Xiaobai!"
Chongen waved his hand and turned around and walked out.
Hua Zixiang became more anxious and jumped up and grabbed him: "Hey, hey, don't leave, listen to me. Your little white is not dead at all, and she is still alive until now!"