Chapter 36 Chapter 36 "I wish all couples in the world long-lasting love, a...

Jiangyu didn't dare to express her worries openly, and fortunately Jiuzhao no longer paid attention to the changes in her expression.

Jiu Zhao stood up from behind the long desk, gathered her sleeves, and sat in front of the dressing mirror. He instructed her, "Don't you want to try on your makeup? Go and get someone."

Jiangyu leaned forward quickly: "Yes."

After the previous episode, although Jiu Zhao revealed it on the surface, he still had some grudges in his heart.

This resentment was reflected in her words and actions. She looked in the mirror at the Vermillion Bird feather pattern painted by the two female officials stroke by stroke, and the more she looked, the more dissatisfied she became.

"Is this a Suzaku feather? Why does the pattern look like a pheasant to me?

"Your hands are shaking, the arc is crooked.

"The red you chose is too petty. I want the pure crimson."

…

Erase and modify, modify and erase again.

The texture of the snow-white skin under Jiu Zhao's eyelids was almost worn into a thin red by the tip of the pen, but the female officials still didn't make any changes until she nodded.

Transparent cold sweat floated on their foreheads and was about to flow down their cheeks to their collars. They instinctively felt that this was not a problem with the painting, but somewhere unknown, which had never been in line with the wishes of this proud goddess.

But Jiu Zhao didn't say anything, so they had no choice but to continue writing until their knuckles trembled and Jiu Zhao looked tired.

"Forget it, stop it."

Jiu Zhao's voice, neither happy nor angry, suddenly rang out. She snatched the pen from the female official's hand, which was just one step away from completing the painting, and threw it beside her shoe. The tip of the pen, which was dipped in rouge, suddenly hit the ground, and the pale blue skirts of the female officials embroidered with cranes were immediately splashed with red plum blossoms.

"We are guilty, Your Highness, please calm down!"

Just like the crimson jade before them, the two female officials knelt on the ground in fear, not caring about the crimson marks left on the jade brick.

Jiu Zhao rested his chin on his hand, his dark eyes fixed in a blank space for a moment before a cold smile appeared on his face. "A happy event is approaching, so we must not quarrel or get angry. Otherwise, it will go against the auspicious omen. How could I knowingly do such a thing? You two, please don't misunderstand me."

They looked at each other for a moment, and one of the dressing ladies who was awakened immediately realized what was going on.

She knelt to the side of Jiu Zhao's skirt and picked up the brush that had stained the jade brick. "The makeup we painted was flawed and failed to capture Your Highness's noble demeanor. Although Your Highness was not angry and was magnanimous, we are deeply ashamed. We beg you to return tomorrow to present a new makeup."

Jiu Zhao then curved his eyes sincerely and said, "Just do as you say."

…

After the female official took her leave, Jiu Zhao ordered Jiang Yu to leave with her.

She closed the door of the bedroom, activated the divine power restriction of the Changle life plate on her chest, and turned into a wisp of green smoke and flew in.

There is a world of its own within the destiny plate, which was created by the Queen God herself when she was alive.

The furnishings in the room were all arranged according to her thoughts for her unborn daughter.

The small rocking cradle made of green-leaf sandalwood and the rattle decorated with red tassels are designed to prevent the delicate baby from bumping into them. All the hard or angular furniture is wrapped with a layer of cotton wool. Compared with other temples in Sanqingtian, this place may not be particularly gorgeous, but it has a natural warmth.

After the death of the Divine Queen Tai'e, the Divine Emperor immediately ordered the erasure of all traces of the Phoenix Clan's existence in the Three Pure Heavens. Unwilling to destroy his beloved wife's few remaining belongings, he sealed them in the Changle Fate Tablet, for Jiu Zhao to review and organize when he grew up.

Jiu Zhao took out the items that he played with most often from the gilded box - a red feather flower ornament, a phoenix-shaped hairpin, and a long hairpin with five-colored tail feathers.

These things have never seen the light of day and are not tolerated by the world. They have been sealed for thousands of years, but their scorching colors are still as bright as new.

Jiu Zhao picked one, placed it next to her bun and compared them. Her eyes, which were somewhat similar to those of the Queen of Gods, began to show a sense of unwillingness.

She always felt an indescribable regret that the Vermillion Bird was used instead of the Phoenix for her wedding makeup.

For Jiu Zhao, everything related, apart from that rebellious race, symbolizes his mother.

If possible, Jiu Zhao wished that the Mother Goddess could see her wearing her wedding dress and marrying Lan Qi with her own eyes.

…

Changxi Palace was full of obedient people. No one could understand Jiuzhao's depression, and no one could complain to him.

At this time, she needed a confidant by her side more and more, so she simply left Lihentian late at night and secretly ran to Lingquan Palace.

Lan Qi has always been the most diligent and never goes to bed until four o'clock in the morning.

It was still early at this moment, and he was alone on a high platform in the middle of the pond, surrounded by bamboo curtains, with a long desk spread out on the ground, buried in his writing.

Jiu Zhao watched for a moment with bated breath behind the bamboo curtain, then teleported behind him, knelt down and put her arms around his waist.

Almost the moment their bodies touched, Lan Qi turned around.

He grabbed the restless wrist wrapped around his waist, and when he saw who it was, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "...Zhao Zhao, why is it you?"

"Who else but me would dare to kiss His Highness Lan Qi?"

Jiu Zhao was in a bad mood and didn't choose his words carefully, so the jokes he made contained some derogatory connotations.

She didn't see the dark flash in the young man's eyes, but only heard him admonish in his usual gentle tone: "According to the marriage customs of Sanqingtian, men and women cannot meet before they are married. Even for the sake of good luck, you shouldn't come tonight."

"We can't meet, we can't argue, and we can't lose our temper...

"Or just suffocate me to death—"

Jiu Zhao counted on his fingers, muttering as he did so, and finally he just said, "I won't listen. I am the rule of Sanqingtian!"

She used both hands and hugged him like a twisted candy, with half of her face resting on Lan Qi's shoulder.

The Qingluan sachet and jade-inlaid sash on her body collided with the seal hanging on Lan Qi's waist, making a crisp tinkling sound.

She lowered her head and pretended to be dead for a moment. In the silence, she quietly raised her eyes. Seeing that the other party was still staring at her with disapproval, she had no choice but to soften her voice and pout, "My dear Lan Qi, I haven't seen you for a month. I miss you so much and can't wait a moment longer... Anyway, no one will notice that I'm visiting Lingquan Palace tonight. If no one finds out, it means I haven't broken the rules... Please stop nagging me, okay..."

“…”

How many people can resist the usually arrogant Princess Shen Ji who lowers her posture and acts coquettishly?

Lan Qi pulled her from behind to the front of him, his long drooping eyelashes trembled, and he had no choice but to compromise.

"I just hope that our marriage will go smoothly."

"It couldn't be smoother. After we get married, we can go to Nanling to enjoy the flowers in spring, to Xihai to cool off in summer, to see the red maples all over the Dongyuan in autumn, and to look forward to the New Year amidst the snow in the north in winter... I want you to stay with me forever, and I will stay with you forever too."

Jiu Zhao hooked her fingers around his collar, rubbing and twisting them with deep affection.

Lan Qi also seemed to be moved by the scene she described, and his eyes were filled with warmth.

He clenched his arms tighter, but he didn't have time to put down the brush with his other hand as he was about to reach out.

Jiu Zhao smiled and took the pen away for him, putting it back into the jade pen holder on the long desk. Suddenly, the white paper covering the pen came into his sight.

She didn't expect it.

During the days when they didn't meet, Lan Qi was actually drawing her.

In the painting, she is alone, wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, with Phoenix totems on her forehead and eyes.

From the blazing phoenix flowers to the long and winding phoenix feathers.

The fantasy came true, and Jiu Zhao had to admit that she was far more dazzling and beautiful than the one painted with Jianmu flowers and Suzaku feathers.

But even though she liked it, she didn't forget to remind Lan Qi in a low voice: "Don't forget... Father God has ordered that, except for the Changle Life Plate bestowed by Mother God on my neck, everything else in the Three Pure Heavens that has anything to do with the Phoenix is ​​taboo."

Lan Qi said calmly, "If the Phoenix Clan hadn't fallen, you, as the future Queen of Phoenix, should have gone to the Phoenix Tree and received its blessing. Then, you would have returned to Yanqing Terrace and married me. The Phoenix Clan's coming-of-age ceremony wouldn't be complete without some decorative items."

This was the established rule of the former Sanqingtian.

As the most noble and ancient bloodline, all descendants of the Phoenix clan who have reached adulthood must have corresponding patterns painted on their faces. They must then walk step by step to the Phoenix tree standing in the center of the clan's habitat, pray for its blessing, and at the same time pluck out a life feather to transform into nutrients for the tree.

"If the Queen of Gods were still alive, the painted part of your makeup would probably be done by her herself."

Jiu Zhao has never seen his mother since he was born. On the contrary, Lan Qi is luckier as he has been carefully raised by her for thousands of years.

She leaned against Lan Qi's chest, listening intently to his narration of the Divine Empress. After a long moment, she spoke in a low voice, "The court lady came to try out my makeup today. She used the Vermillion Bird pattern. Jiang Yu also said, 'The Vermillion Birds fly together, their harmonious voices resounding'..."

"I was wondering how it could be the Vermillion Bird. If I want to wish for long-lasting love between couples in the world, I must have the Phoenix."

Lan Qi slowly held her hand: "I understand, that's why I drew this wedding picture in advance to fill the regret in your heart."

...So, how could she not love Lan Qi?

Even without saying a word, he could understand her true inner thoughts.

Jiu Zhao only felt that the cold part of his heart was warmed by a warm current.

It seemed that as long as Lan Qi existed, the soothing warmth would never cool down, faithfully filling the gap in her nature.

The moon is at its zenith, what a beautiful night it is.

On the thousand-acre pond, lotus shadows float.

A spiritual spring trickled down from the high platform, emitting milky white vapor in all directions, turning this place into a dust-free environment.

They cuddled up to each other quietly for a while, and Jiu Zhao suddenly said, "Why don't you try on my makeup for me?"

The more she thought about it, the better she thought it was. With a gentle look in her eyes, she praised him, "You are a recognized master painter in the Three Pure Ones Heavens. Your skills far surpass those of the immortal officials who prepare for the wedding. I'll let you try on my makeup. The result will surely be magnificent and unforgettable."

Lan Qi didn't speak immediately. After a moment's hesitation, he replied, "But I don't have any rouge for makeup."

"It's just you and me, so even if I use brush and ink, it doesn't matter."

Jiu Zhao was not bothered by these minor details.

She unrolled the pool-shaped inkstone filled with black ink from beside the drawing paper and saw the various painting tools and pigments placed beside the long table. She excitedly picked out a round jar filled with color and looked up at Lan Qi, "This red is so beautiful! It's exactly the color I want. Is it a true red?"

Lan Qi nodded: "Exactly."

"Well, I want you to use it to draw phoenix flowers and phoenix feathers for me."

Jiu Zhao's silly order awakened a certain memory in Lan Qi.

He said, "Wait a minute, I've thought of something that's perfect as a replacement for rouge."