Today he was wearing red clothes and walking beside Bai Cha.
He held Bai Cha's hand tightly.
From a distance, the two of them looked like a couple who had just paid homage to heaven and earth.
Di Xuan turned his head slightly, his eyes focused on Bai Cha, who was dressed in red and walking between the palace walls.
Bai Cha rarely wears such gorgeous clothes.
The bun is also very complicated, with a temple inlaid with Dongzhu, a gold attic hairpin, and matching gold attic rocking hairpins on both sides.
The earrings are a pair of Dongzhu earrings.
The wind blew and the steps on her head swayed slightly.
Bright and dignified, coupled with her pink and white face that looks like a peony, anyone who looks at her will praise her as a flower of wealth in the world.
But thinking of what Bai Cha would encounter next, Di Xuan could only hold Bai Cha's hand tightly.
Even though he knew Bai Cha couldn't feel it, he still wanted to hold her like this and stay with her together.
White tea can feel the presence of Emperor Xuan.
Although she doesn't know where Di Xuan is most of the time.
But she knew that he must be somewhere where she could see him as soon as she raised her head.
It's just that because of the dream, he couldn't show up.
At this moment, she felt so clearly for the first time that Di Xuan was beside her.
With his fingers slightly curled, Bai Cha lightly scratched Di Xuan's palm twice.
This is the most common little gesture between two people.
Di Xuan felt the itching coming from his palms and wished he could pull Bai Cha out of his dream at this moment and not let her experience what happened next.
However, Bai Cha had already followed the maid into the palace where he wanted to live.
Bai Cha glanced at the name of the palace.
"Burial Garden."
Bai Cha whispered the name of the palace.
The maid who led the way looked at the white tea calmly.
Seeing that the smile on her lips remained unchanged, her big round eyes were full of innocence and tranquility, and her eyebrows wrinkled slightly.
This one is no different from those beauties from the past...
She said nothing more and made a gesture of invitation: "This will be your palace from now on."
Bai Cha looked back and nodded slightly.
He became increasingly certain that there was no memory of this palace in his memory.
Moreover, the Burial Garden is not a good place as soon as you hear it.
Step into the bright red threshold.
The first thing I saw in White Tea was the peonies and peonies in the garden.
There is a golden osmanthus tree planted in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by peonies and peonies.
Flowers that are obviously not in the same season bloom uniformly in this yard.
Bai Cha withdrew his gaze, walked through the elegant hand-painted corridor, and came to the dormitory.
The wooden door opened, and a maid entered first to light the candle.
The dark hall suddenly became brighter.
The main hall is clean and tidy, with red gauze curtains hanging to the floor, and a hint of... interest in its eerie beauty.
After the white tea came in, the maids quickly left.
Only the maid who led the way said calmly:
"Your Majesty is busy with something and will come to see the girl later."
After saying that, she also exited the hall and helped Bai Cha close the door.
Following the slow creaking sound, there was no one else in the room except Bai Cha and Di Xuan.
The maid did not wait outside. She gave a few brief instructions to the other person beside her and then disappeared in the Burial Garden.
Bai Cha walked to the bed and sat down straight.
Di Xuan held Bai Cha's hand and sat down next to Bai Cha.
Bai Cha's starry eyes were half lowered and she said nothing, looking extremely well-behaved.
The Demon Emperor's Bedroom.
One hundred and ten boxes were placed in three rows, and they were all opened at this time.
The first row contains high-quality spiritual stones.
The second row contains various bottles and jars of elixirs.
The last row is all kinds of gold and silver jewelry.
The Demon King leaned back slightly and asked someone to carry the thing down:
"Su Che, an old man, is still sensible.
You know my hobbies."
While talking, the maid who originally guided Bai Cha appeared in the main hall.
She saluted the Demon Emperor respectfully: "Your Majesty, the person has been delivered."
Feng Ling raised his eyes and glanced at the maid kneeling on the ground: "Are you crying and making trouble like those women?"
The maid shook her head slightly:
"This one is very different from those beauties before."
Feng Ling raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard what she said: "It's different?"
The maid nodded: "Yes.
He was very obedient without crying or fussing throughout the whole process.
She looks very well-behaved and very quiet."
After hearing this, Feng Ling not only did not show a satisfied expression, but frowned severely.
"Quiet and well-behaved?"
"This kind of woman is the most boring...
It’s also the most frustrating thing to do.
Forget it, go take a look.
Even if she is mute, I still want her to cry bitterly."
As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something interesting, and the corners of his lips curled upwards.
The maid lowered her head, feeling a little more sympathetic to Bai Cha.
The Demon King walked very quickly.
It only took a few breaths when we arrived at the Burial Garden.
With a "clang" sound, the door of Baicha's dormitory was violently pushed open.
Bai Cha was sitting on the bed, the expression on his face not changing at all.
Feng Ling's expectation of the woman being startled did not happen.
His expression became serious, and he raised his feet and walked towards Bai Cha.
When he saw Bai Cha's face, which was more beautiful than Jiutian Fairy, Feng Ling's eyes ignited with strong interest.
Beauty is good.
What he likes to see most is the look of a beautiful woman crying in fear.
The scene of flowers falling from the branches and covered with mud is the most pleasing to the body and mind.
Bai Cha slowly stood up and saluted the man according to the rules.
It was also at this time that Feng Ling discovered that Bai Cha was not an ordinary mortal monk.
His sharp eyebrows suddenly narrowed:
"Are you from my demon clan?"
Bai Cha nodded slightly: "A plant or tree in this mountain has been destined to take a refined form."
As soon as she finished speaking, a sharp slap hit her on the cheek.
Bai Cha didn't know how to defend himself against spells, so he was blown away in an instant.
She bumped into the huanghuali bed behind her, spitting out a mouthful of blood and feeling dizzy in front of her eyes.
Bai Cha's limbs and bones ached.
She bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from making any sound.
It turns out that leaving the Su family is not the end...
She tried to move her arms, trying to stand up using her arms.
However, before his arm could move, his eyes were suddenly shrouded in shadow.
The next second, a black boot embroidered with a lion in gold thread stepped on her shoulder.
At that moment, Bai Cha heard the sound of his own bones breaking.
She bit her lower lip with her teeth and broke it, her beautiful starry eyes filled with tears.
At this time, she was like a dying canary, breathtakingly beautiful.
She raised her hand with difficulty, trying to push away the foot that was on her shoulder.
However, Feng Ling did not intend to let her go.
The soles of his feet became harder and harder, releasing pressure that made it difficult for Bai Cha to breathe.
Bai Cha’s sore lips were trembling.
The beauty at his feet was in such a sorry state, but Feng Ling's expression became increasingly gloomy.
He bent down slightly and looked at the white tea that he had stepped on:
"As a member of my demon tribe, I have become the seventh lady of the cultivation family.
how?
My huge demon world cannot tolerate a little demon like you?
Or is it that your heart is in the world of cultivation and not the world of demons?"