Yunzheng took all this into consideration, and she secretly guessed that her mother was very favored when she was in the Emperor's family.
Yunzheng suddenly remembered something, tilted his head and asked with a smile: "By the way, grandpa, I heard from the elders and others that I have a cousin. Is she in Shen'an Sect now?"
When Di Yuan heard this, his eyes flickered.
He nodded slightly, "Well, she should return to the Di family soon."
His eyes darkened, and when he was about to say something to Yunzheng, the voice of the seventh elder came from behind him.
"Master, I have something important to discuss with you."
Di Yuan looked back and saw that the seventh elder looked anxious, as if something big was about to happen.
Di Yuan did not answer immediately. He looked at Yunzheng first, and saw Yunzheng shrugging and smiling:
"Grandpa, you go ahead, I can be alone."
"Okay." Di Yuan responded, then looked at the two rows of guards guarding the gate of Lan Pavilion, and said in a deep voice: "Protect the young master!"
"Yes!" The guards immediately bowed their heads and agreed.
Yunzheng looked at the back of her grandfather and the seventh elder as they left. She slowly withdrew her gaze, turned around and looked up at the plaque. She slightly curled her lips.
So good, she took another step closer to her mother.
She stepped forward and walked in, the aura inside was even more intense.
She spent a quarter of an hour strolling around the Blue Pavilion to experience the place where her mother grew up.
Finally, she walked to the third floor of the pavilion, where there were two rooms, a training room and a master bedroom.
In the master bedroom, the objects placed are all high-grade, luxurious yet understated. There are also light blue spiritual flowers planted on the window sill, twining and clinging to both sides of the window.
Although this room lacks a bit of human atmosphere, it is filled with a light fragrance that makes people feel comfortable and happy.
After Yunzheng sat down, the little ones in Fengxing's space couldn't help but run out to admire their master's mother's room.
Dajuan looked around, his nose twitching slightly, as if he was smelling something.
Dajuan said seriously: "Master, there is still pupil power left in this room. I guess the master's mother's control of pupil skills should have reached the level of spiritual pupil, and the degree of control is already pure."
"Mother is naturally awesome." Yunzheng raised her eyebrows and said proudly.
"cut!"
The voice was made by a tall, thin man with messy red hair, black eyes and a figure-eight beard.
His face was sinister, with deep disdain and disgust.
At this time, the cute girl put her hands on her hips angrily and glared at the man with the mustache with her almond-shaped eyes, "Liu Qi, you are so arrogant!"
"He may need a beating." Dajuan said from the side.
Liu Qi sneered, "I am the ancient ferocious beast Qiong Qi. You little bastards can beat me. You can only dream! Hehe, each of you is stupider than the other!"
As soon as these words came out, the old dwarf, who was less than ten inches tall, sobbed aggrievedly. He complained to Yunzheng: "Master, he called me stupid."
"Squeak!" The little white furball showed its sharp teeth and stared at him dissatisfied with a pair of glazed eyes.
"What are you looking at? Have you never seen an ancient ferocious beast?" he said with a nasty smile.
For a moment, it angered several little guys present.
At this time, Yunzheng waved his hand carelessly, "Let's fight."
Before Liu Qi could retort, his consciousness was controlled, and then his body went limp and he staggered to the ground.
Liu Qi's pupils shrank, and as expected, the next moment several little guys swarmed up and beat him up.
Even Dajuan couldn't help but step forward and give him a few kicks.
"Stop it! Yunzheng, you black-hearted human being! Don't control me if you can!"
Only Wu Lin, a young boy in a golden robe, smiled helplessly and did not follow suit. He sat opposite Yunzheng.
Wulin noticed that his master was not in a good mood, so he asked, "What is the master thinking about?"
Yunzheng rested her chin with one hand and was thinking awkwardly, "I'm thinking about what gift to give to my cousin, runes? Pills? Or some other female accessories?"
"Wulin, please think about it for me."
Wulin heard this and said seriously: "This emperor's family has a big business and wants nothing. I guess your cousin can get ordinary things at her fingertips."
"Same." Yunzheng sighed.
Wulin's pretty little face smiled, "But master, can't you refine a lot of weird runes? This is very new for ordinary people, maybe she will like it."
Yunzheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Wulin, your head is spinning very fast, so I'll refine runes for my cousin I've never met before."
She was full of expectations for Di Youyou. After all, this was her first cousin, and she used to be the youngest.
Now that she has a cousin who is younger than her, she naturally wants to pamper her.
I don’t know what this cousin’s temperament is like, whether she will be as cold-faced and warm-hearted as the Qingqing beauty, or as shy and cute as Duanmuyu...
With his thoughts at this point, Yunzheng took out the slender golden brush from the storage space and used his own spiritual power to carefully outline and engrave the runes.
In the room, the fights and insults from the little guys couldn't disturb her.
Yunzheng looked focused and sketched one picture after another until in the evening, her grandfather came to see how she was doing.
Yunzheng chatted with him for a while, but didn't go into depth.
After sending Grandpa Di Yuan away, Yunzheng returned to the master bedroom on the third floor of the attic.
Dajuan and the others also all returned to the Fengxing space.
The night is dark, the silvery white moonlight shines on the entire Blue Pavilion, and the small lake is sparkling, making it look particularly quiet and beautiful.
On the third floor of the attic, a girl in bright red clothes sat on the edge of the Linghua window sill, holding a communication crystal in her hand. She lowered her head and rubbed the communication crystal unconsciously with her fingertips.
She slowly input spiritual power into it. Her voice seemed calm, but there was a hint of sadness, and she said with a smile: "A Shuo, I have arrived at the Imperial Family of the Heavens Realm, the place where my mother was born. I saw
My grandpa and great-grandmother treated me very well."
"The scene at Dijia is slightly different from what I imagined."
"I will succeed the Young Master of the Imperial Family on June 19th. If you receive the summons, can you summon me on that day to congratulate me?"
All the summons sent to Rong Shuo during this period fell into disarray.
She was worried in her heart and had some vague speculations.
She raised her other hand to touch her chest. In fact, she could still sense the presence of his life chart, at least knowing that he was safe at the moment.
"A Shuo, I miss you."
This sentence was so light that it seemed to be blown away by the wind.
But one day, it will fall deeply into someone's heart, causing someone to rise up and fight in all directions, fighting their way back with blood.