In the cold mountains, the crescent moon bends, the palace in the mountain is deserted, and the night sky is vaguely floating, undulating, like stars scattered across the sky, quenching the cold light.
The Wangchen Palace on the top of the mountain has green tiles with raised legs, red pillars, deep corridors and ancient colors.
Balian walked under the eaves, secretly glad in his heart that although these two female officials acted a bit absurdly and excessively, in the end, they did not appear to be what he was worried about.
For example... the body was wrapped in cotton quilt, carried into the Holy Sage's chamber, and was forced to sleep with him.
If this is really the case, even if Bailian fights with the two of them, even if he jumps from the top of the mountain, he will never step into the main hall of Wangchen Hall!
At any rate, he was neatly dressed and wrapped tightly inside and outside. Under the leadership of the two women, he was sent to Wangchen Palace.
The main palace of Wangchen is far from as brightly lit and full of silvery light as the ones in the palace outside.
The huge palace was not inlaid with luminous pearls for lighting, only a few candlelights danced lightly, and the light fell dimly on the woman sitting in front of the desk.
It was a little different from the scene that Balian had imagined. He originally thought that by this time, she would have already fallen asleep in the soft tent.
I never thought that I could still read there leisurely and elegantly so late at night.
If he remembered correctly, this divine punishment battle had a great strain on her body and spirit, and was followed immediately by the announcement of the boundary monument, and the pilgrimage ceremony to Dongtian Temple...
Many complicated things are added...
Although Balian didn't deliberately peek, he noticed the fatigue and sleepiness she felt when she came while kneeling in the snow.
I can't even sleep despite trying so hard...
Is it true that as the female official Qingxuan said, it is urgent to use the furnace to collect yang and replenish yin in order to stabilize the divine personality?
Thinking of this, Balian felt trembling in his heart.
"Mother, I've been brought here."
At that time, Cang Nanyi was wearing a long snow-white dress, holding a lamp to illuminate a book. At night, her eyes seemed not as bright and energetic as they were during the day. Her graceful and beautiful phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed in the candlelight, and she watched carefully.
The knowledge words scattered among the books on the case.
She didn't seem to care about the arrival of the three people and responded casually: "Well... I just asked Qingxuan to take him down to wash him. Why did it take so long? Qingshui is here too?"
The two girls Qing Shui and Qing Xuan looked at each other, not knowing how to explain it.
Only then did Cang Nanyi realize that the atmosphere between the three people was a little strange. She put down the oil lamp and books in her hands, warmed herself in the dim light, raised her beautiful face like a god, and said calmly: "
What happened?"
The three of them had a rare tacit understanding and said in unison: "Nothing happened!!!"
There is no three hundred taels of silver here...
Balian resisted the urge to hold his forehead.
As a saint, Cang Nanyi can be recognized by the world, but her ability to capture emotions is not very delicate.
She had no intention of thinking deeply about the strange thoughts that sprouted in the minds of the children she had watched grow up.
Regarding the strangeness between Qing Shui and Qing Xuan, he was too lazy to delve into it.
Cang Nanyi waved his hand and didn't ask any more questions about why it took so long to take a bath.
"Okay, it's getting late, you two should go back first."
The two girls who had done bad things dared to look directly into the eyes of the empress at this moment, and left as if they were being pardoned.
The oil lamp danced lightly, and the tears of candles flowed between the desks.
Cang Nanyi looked at the young man standing neatly in the dark shadow where the light could not reach, with calm eyes. She raised the oil lamp in her hand, and the dim yellow light illuminated his face in the shadow: "Come here.
.”
Balian looked at the woman in green clothes and jade belt in front of the case, as if she would disappear into the night at any moment.
She remained motionless in her seat, looking like a statue even when she was talking to Balian.
People in the world say that a gentleman is like jade, but the temperament of this woman is more transparent and profound than jade. It is like a snow jade that is as clear as the moon and cannot be covered by the years. It exudes elegance and simplicity in this dim and quiet night.
beauty of.
For such a person, it is hard for Balian to imagine that anything in this world could drag her into this worldly affair.
Even if what Miss Qingxuan said is true, this powerful and ancient god is finally about to enter the final era that belongs only to her.
Balian didn't think that she would really do something against her will in order to prolong her long life.
only……
There are many things that he doesn't think about and can't think of.
For example, when he came, he would never have thought that the two well-dressed female officials outside the palace who were sitting in the same upright position as the empress, who were usually not serious enough, would actually do something like that to him...
Especially at this moment, the indescribable place where the Demon Lord's 'true name' was engraved on him, and a faint throbbing pain of loss, made him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.
Although based on his usual feelings about the empress, he felt that she would not really do the "foolish king" thing tonight.
But if she really has this idea...
How could he make up for the loss of 140,000 years in a day and night?
This is no longer the scope of harvesting yang and replenishing yin. This is simply one-sided abuse and sacrifice, right?
Even if he is lucky enough to be able to escape death with the empress' mercy, but if he is really taken care of by her, his body will be completely destroyed. Even the corpse demon's powerful body cannot withstand such crushing.
Everything else is fine, but the terrible thing is that Shu Ci's little enemy, the big devil, is still in the Kunlun Mountains. If he knew that the karma he cherished had been uprooted by her, and not a single bit was left, he would probably be facing an extremely terrible situation.
The terrible battle of Shura.
Thinking of this, Bailian not only did not go over, but he also hid his body in the shadows with great resistance, shook his head and said firmly: "I won't go over."
Such outright disobedience to her orders is not common in Kunlun Mountains.
Cang Nanyi raised her eyebrows slightly, but there was no sign of annoyance on her face. She put the oil lamp she was holding on the table and said calmly: "If you don't come over, you will lose a big opportunity."
Chance……
Chance?!!!
Is it the ‘opportunity!’ that he understands?!
Balian swallowed unconsciously, and the idea of resisting in his heart became more determined, "How can I dare to climb the throne of the Queen as a prisoner? Whatever the Queen orders, I will wait here."
Cang Nanyi saw that his expression was quite strange, and his words and expressions were full of hesitation. He was far less calm than when he was kneeling in the snow in the middle of the night. Why did he let Qingxuan take him down to take a bath, and his temper changed after taking a bath?
Gotta be a bit shy.
"What? Are you still complaining about me asking you to kneel down as a punishment?"
"I don't dare." Balian raised his eyes to glance at her, then quickly lowered his eyes again.
Cang Nanyi said: "I really don't dare. I am much less courageous than yesterday."
Balian remained silent.
Cang Nanyi seemed to have finally noticed something. He frowned slightly, nodded and said seriously: "What did Qing Shui Qingxuan and the others do to you?"
Hearing her question like this, Balian breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his dark and translucent eyes from the dim shadow of the candlelight, and asked surprisingly bluntly: "Mother, may I ask,
When you recruit me into this Wangchen Palace, do you intend to gain some nourishment from me?"
Balian's question was very direct and shocking.
But in the dim light, Cang Nanyi's ice-like clear eyes were calm and cold, as if he had never been moved by the words of the person in front of him from beginning to end.
"Why did you come up with such an idea?"
The atmosphere in the palace was quiet for a moment, and then Cang Nanyi spoke slowly, with no emotion visible in his eyes.
Balian did not hesitate, but his way of saying it became more euphemistic: "Your Majesty's physical condition does not seem to be optimistic."
Cang Nanyi didn't mean to hide anything: "Well, even the four-season flower scene on this Western Peak will sometimes wither and fail uncontrollably. This body has experienced death and destruction.
After all, it’s not as easy to use as before, but even so..."
She changed the subject, her voice was clear and shallow, she raised her eyes and looked at Balian calmly: "Because I am so weak that I am about to die, do I have to sleep with a little junior like you to survive?"
Cang Nanyi's eyes were calm and candid. Even in the dim light and shadow of the night, she still looked innocent and calm, rippling in the breeze.
No matter how ridiculous the words were, they were asked in such an astonishingly straightforward manner from Balian's mouth, and she didn't even have any emotion at all.
Her slender fingers, like snow and jade bones, rested steadily on the black sandalwood table, tapping up and down gently with her fingers.
The woman's eyes were as soft as the cold moon, but there was a smile on her lips: "Little young man, do you know what is thinking in your mind? I can do everything I can to be your ancestor's grandmother, but I should leave this kind of thing to Shu for killing my young son.
It’s better to resign and do it.”
Her words made Balian blush and feel ashamed.
Cang Nanyi took a cup of herbal tea next to him, took a sip of the tea with his posture as straight as a bamboo, and said calmly: "Sages don't lie to others, so can you come over now?"
Bai Lian knew that it was impossible and unnecessary for Cang Nanyi to lie to him about this kind of thing.
If this body were to hide in the shadows with full vigilance, it would really look too petty.
Balian walked out slowly with small steps, bowed his hands and bowed, and said, "What do you want me to do?"
Cang Nanyi pointed to the green futon opposite his desk with his eyes and said: "Sit down."
On the way here, Balian had already thought about it countless times in his mind, but even now, he still couldn't make up his mind.
What was the purpose of this emperor and empress not only relieving his snow punishment but also summoning him here late at night.
This saint's thoughts are too deep and difficult to guess.
Bailian simply saw the trick and stopped disturbing himself. He stretched out his clothes and sat down on the futon.
As soon as his butt touched the futon, he heard a soft pop, and the book in Cang Nanyi's hand was thrown in front of him.
"Let's read."
Balian took the book and couldn't react for a long time. The expression on his face was very wonderful, "The queen called me here... just so that I can read to you?"
He felt that she was playing a trick on him.
Cang Nanyi supported his Yi with one hand and pinched his reddish eyebrows with one hand. He looked a little tired:
"I don't really like the too bright pearl lights. Reading with an oil lamp at night is just fine. But after reading for a long time, my presbyopia is too tired."
Balian was so choked by these words that he couldn't speak anymore. He looked down in disbelief at the fonts printed on the book, which were by no means small. He recognized such fonts. He had seen them before in the human world. They were specially for those people.
Prepared by older scholars who come to Beijing all year round to fail the exams.
After three years and three years of failing the exam and studying hard, the eyesight of these scholars was no longer good, so some vendors thought of ways to come up with fonts that were easy for the bald-eyed students to read, and compiled them into books...
Balian was shocked and said: "Your Majesty...is there any presbyopia?"
Cang Nanyi rubbed her eyebrows slowly but forcefully with two fingers, rubbing the snow-white skin until it turned red. She opened her eyes slightly and glanced at Balian lightly.
"What are you talking about? I am already over nine million years old, why can't I have some disadvantageous little problems that old people have?"
So...this is the saint praised by the world for his Dharma Eyes that reach the sky?!
I'm afraid even Qing Shui Qingxuan and the others don't know about this presbyopia, right?
After Balian was shocked, he returned to the original topic: "Your Majesty called me here just to read and listen to you late at night?"
Perhaps due to sleepiness, Cang Nanyi's tone gradually became lazier and more perfunctory: "You have a nice voice."
"Empress." Baili called her calmly, with disbelief written all over his face.
"Okay." Cang Nanyi sighed and explained patiently: "I have always been a light sleeper, and I have the habit of reading at night. The sage examines himself three times, reviews the past and learns the new. If I don't study for a night, I will
If you can't sleep, you have seen the temperament of Qing Shui and the others. Whenever there is the slightest movement in my body, the two of them will not be able to rest for the whole day.
It’s true that you have presbyopia, and it’s also true that you don’t want the two of them to make trouble. Your little guy’s voice is good, and more importantly, although you are rebellious and rebellious, you have a very strict mouth and can withstand secrets. Of course...
…”
Cang Nanyi narrowed her long, dark eyes and smiled faintly: "This is not a secret, but I just don't want them to know."
Mortals experience birth, old age, illness and death, and immortals and gods experience the cause and effect of transcending tribulations.
Cang Nanyi was born in the Five Elements and Six Paths, but her state of cultivation has long been no longer fettered by secular truth.
How can ordinary gods live for nine million years? When immortals and demons are destined to return, they must first go through a process of dying, from prosperity to decline.
But if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Balian would never have believed that the woman in front of him could not escape this fate.
The spiritual power of immortals and gods can cure thousands of diseases and pains.
For ordinary old people, presbyopia is normal.
But for God Lord Kunlun, this is the beginning of withering away.
Sure enough, during the battle in the Golden Sea, the plan the Demon King Aojiang and the abyssal beast made against her had a profound impact on her.