Chapter 382 Rejected by Yue Lao

Yue Lao was shocked, "I don't care, A Bao, you even ate my spiritual grapes and pulled up the peach tree. I have to help you no matter what."

"Isn't it just to improve my performance and cultivation and light the long-lasting lamp? It's not a big deal. I already have a way, but I just need a hand."

Yue Lao was very happy, "I knew you, little girl, have a way! Di Chenyu is your brother, he is of royal blood, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then... I also want to find a prince to sit in the Yue Lao Temple."

A Bao's heart skipped a beat.

The figures of Di Zi'an and Lan Yixuan appeared in the mist mirror.

Di Zi'an looked at Lan Yixuan infatuatedly, and Lan Yixuan's eyes never fell on Di Zi'an.

"Royal blood, and your brother, tsk, he's so lucky in love, he's the one!" Yue Lao pointed at Di Zi'an, feeling happy.

A Bao was stunned, "Are you really going to find my seventh brother?"

"Yeah, I think he's a capable man."

"But my brother is a little..." unlucky.

"A little lucky in love, I know, I know."

A Bao: "...Okay then. That... Yue Lao, remember to take out the two An Ling grass I gave you before, and make tea. Well, today is the day for you to eat An Ling grass."

A Bao waved his little hand and ran away.

Yue Lao's forehead was throbbing.

Before this little girl was reincarnated, she once gave him three An Ling grass.

This An Ling grass was grown by the little girl herself. Don't be fooled by the name, the effect is comparable to the ancient divine grass.

Especially for the body of the gods, it can stabilize the spirit and heal serious injuries.

A small grass can withstand the fatal blow of the God Emperor.

"Drink it today?" Yue Lao was confused. He is in great shape now. Drinking the Anling Grass is a bit of a waste, right?

"Remember, you must drink it." A Bao's baby voice lingered in his ears. Yue Lao took out a grass and made tea, and did not forget to remind him, "A Bao, remember to go to Yue Lao Temple, you must go in."

When A Bao returned to the gate of Yue Lao Temple, Di Zi'an and Lan Yixuan were waiting for her here.

"Seventh Brother, Sister Lan, let's go to Yue Lao Temple to worship."

Di Zi'an grinned happily. His sister's words hit the mark.

He dreamed of going to Yue Lao Temple with Lan Yixuan.

"Okay, if Abao wants to go, I'll go with you. Let's go." Lan Yixuan led little Abao, and Di Zi'an followed behind.

"There are not many people in Yue Lao Temple today." Di Zi'an muttered.

They met Lei Yun and Lin Xuanzhi.

"Little Princess!" The two hurriedly greeted Abao, "The Seventh Prince and Miss Lan are here too. We have been waiting for you here for a long time, waiting for the little princess to come. Little princess, you didn't forget the blind date we agreed on last month, did you?"

Abao waved her little hand, "No, no, I'm thinking about it. Have you found someone?"

"Yes, we are on the way, just waiting for the little princess to give the order."

"Let them all come in. The more people, the better. Yue Lao will be happy. Once he is happy, I guarantee that you will all meet your destined other half."

"Thank you, little princess." Lin Xuanzhi and Lei Yun looked at each other.

Many people came, and the leader of the women's party was the eldest princess Changping. When she saw Xiao Abao, she hugged and kissed him.

"Lord Lin, let's start."

"... Okay." Lin Xuanzhi looked at Princess Changping and was a little distracted.

[Wow! Red lines appeared on the wrists of Lord Lin and aunt! This is a perfect marriage line.]

Lin Xuanzhi heard the voice:?

He immediately lowered his head. Fortunately, he was the only one who could hear the little princess's voice.

[Could it be that Lord Lin and aunt were in charge of blind dates during this period, and the two of them had more contact and sparks flew?]

[I said, Lord Lin is in love, but I don't know what aunt thinks in her heart.]

The eldest princess: "..."

Her ears seemed to be red.

She was a divorced woman, and she had never thought

about love. During this period, she often went to the harem to visit her mother, and occasionally met the sister-in-law of Concubine De. She also bought a few shops outside the palace and was in the business stage. She was full of career and never considered future love. It was just that she met Lin Xuanzhi last month. This man... was honest and kind-hearted. She didn't think much about other things.

Di Zi'an and Lei Yun couldn't help but raise their mouths. They

were also happy for Lin Xuanzhi.

In fact, the two people were very compatible in age. Lin Xuanzhi was a good person, and the eldest princess was also a good person. If the two of them were together, it would be a good thing.

"Hahaha, go make a wish! I will bless you. These two people are a rare match. When you achieve your goal, I will have more merit." The matchmaker in the sky looked at Lin Xuanzhi and Changping in the mist mirror, and he was very anxious.

He kept flipping through the love list in front of him. The two people's names on it were all flashing red.

This proved that the two people had a tacit understanding and were interested in each other, but the fate had not yet arrived.

"Auntie, have you worshipped the matchmaker?" Abao pulled the corner of the princess's clothes.

"Not yet."

"Aunt, are you going to pray?"

"If Abao accompanies you, I will go to pray."

Abao grinned, "Abao accompanies you, since you are here, make a wish, maybe you will have a good marriage in the future."

"Okay."

She wanted to let things take their course, and now that she was with Abao, she couldn't bear to let the little girl feel lost. As soon as

Princess Changping made a wish, Yue Lao seemed to see the merits that were about to fall into her bag.

"Emperor Jiaoyang, Emperor Jiaoyang, my achievements are all dependent on you." Yue Lao was moved and wiped away his tears. It had to be Abao.

Emperor Zi'an looked at Lin Xuanzhi, "Lord Lin, go in and make a wish too."

"The Seventh Prince doesn't want me to live in the Seventh Prince's Mansion."

"You don't want to live here anymore, do you?" Lin

Xuanzhi: "..."

He wished he could move back home today.