Chapter 101 World Five (Part 3)
The lotus flowers in Liu Shengheyan's pond all grew from absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and do not belong to any one person.
The reason why the Immortal Lord Zhenyu lied was to prevent Princess Chunru from breaking the lotus. After all, a pool of lotus, nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven, would suddenly be transported to the dark and gloomy demonic realm, which would surely destroy the lotus's inherent nature of being untainted by mud.
But Princess Chunru did not give up her thoughts. Her brows furrowed like deep ravines as she asked, "Who is its owner?"
Princess Chunru pointed to a delicate lotus at the corner of the corridor. Seeing the Immortal Lord Zhenyu's frown, deep in thought, she leaned over and plucked the lotus. Using her demonic power, she protected it, preparing to plant it in the dark river of the demon world. The lotus's vines were gently snapped, revealing fine silver threads. The Immortal Lord Zhenyu's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he hadn't expected Princess Chunru to be so quick to pluck the lotus.
Immortal Zhenyu looked at the dignified Crown Prince Rong Zhao walking ahead, his gaze fixed on the ground. A look of distress crossed his face. "The princess loves this lotus, and I should have given it to her. However, the lotus in the princess's hand belongs to Crown Prince Rong Zhao, and I'm afraid I can't make the decision..."
Princess Chunru, who was holding the lotus tightly in her hand and caressing the soft petals, stiffened slightly when she heard the words, and the lotus in her palm suddenly became a hot potato.
She snorted softly. Since the lotus belonged to the annoying Prince Rong Zhao, she naturally would not ask for it.
Princess Chunru hurriedly caught up with Crown Prince Rong Zhao and threw the lotus in her hand into his arms. She said leisurely, "You actually like such a delicate lotus. I cannot agree with your Highness's taste."
After saying this, Princess Chunru seemed to have vented her anger and left gracefully.
Immortal Lord Zhenyu faced the cold gaze of Crown Prince Rong Zhao, bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "The roads in the heavenly realm are complicated and intricate. For the princess's safety, this Immortal Lord will go ahead."
Immortal Zhenyu was worried that if he stayed any longer, Prince Rong Zhao would notice something strange about him, so he hurried off to follow Princess Chunru.
Prince Rong Zhao had a cold and hard brow, holding a lotus in his arms. He gathered the lotus in his palm and ground it carefully along the broken part of the branch. A few drops of crystal water flowed into Prince Rong Zhao's palm.
He frowned slightly, thinking that the water droplets were probably contaminated by the pool water.
Looking closely at the small lotus, a trace of disdain flashed across Prince Rong Zhao's eyes.
He was born so weak and is really useless.
Just as Crown Prince Rong Zhao was about to discard the useless lotus into the pond, a soft, gentle sound echoed, as if someone was crying out in pain. The next moment, a pale light flashed within Crown Prince Rong Zhao's arms.
But in a moment, Prince Rong Zhao felt his arms sink. What was nestled in his long arms was not a lotus flower soaked in water, but a beautiful woman with fair, translucent skin and watery eyes.
The beauty's body was faintly pink, and tears as big as pearls welled up in her eyes, hanging in her eye sockets, about to fall.
The thick black hair was spread out wantonly, entangled with Prince Rong Zhao's hair.
Prince Rong Zhao tilted his head slightly and could see a pair of straight, slender legs hanging in the crook of his arms. The legs were pressed tightly together, and they were trembling slightly as if out of fear.
The palm of Prince Rong Zhao, which had just been kneading the branches, was now placed on the soft flesh of the beauty's waist.
Everything feels delicate and smooth to the touch.
Baoshan's eyes were clear and bright, like an ignorant child. She looked at Prince Rong Zhao's expression, her lips opened and closed, and she called softly.
"Owner."
Faced with such beauty, Prince Rong Zhao remained unmoved, his face remained as cold as ice, and his heart was not troubled at all.
He lowered his head and stared at the fragile body in front of him. It was a masterpiece between heaven and earth, without a single flaw.
However, the magic power was too low, and it couldn't even change half of the clothes that covered it.
Prince Rong Zhao sneered inwardly and prepared to throw the beauty into the pool as he had originally planned.
He thought to himself: Since it is a lotus, it should return to its original place.
Even though the beauty in front of him was captivating, in the eyes of Prince Rong Zhao, the treasure fan was just a small lotus with little magical power.
"Your Highness!"
Immortal Zhenyu caught up with Princess Chunru. After waiting for a long time, he still couldn't see Prince Rongzhao.
Immortal Lord Zhenyu was afraid that something unexpected might happen, so he hurried back.
When called by this voice, Prince Rong Zhao forgot what he was doing, hugged the precious fan in his arms, and was about to turn around.
The front of the shirt was grasped by a soft, boneless hand, causing many wrinkles.
Prince Rong Zhao frowned, looking at the treasured fan in his arms that was causing trouble.
Baoshan whispered, "Master, Baoshan wants this too."
Her fingertips, like pink jade, pointed at the brocade clothes on Prince Rong Zhao. Her large, ignorant eyes expressed her desire.
She also wanted clothes like this, the same as Prince Rong Zhao's.
Prince Rong Zhao didn't turn around rashly, not because of the precious fan in his arms, but because if the Immortal Lord Zhenyu saw him holding a woman he had never seen before, he would definitely remember it in his heart and spread it throughout the heavens.
Prince Rong Zhao turned his back to the Immortal Lord Zhenyu and said in a cold tone, "What's the commotion?"
Even though he couldn't see Prince Rong Zhao's expression at the moment, Immortal Lord Zhenyu could guess that His Highness was in a bad mood just by the sound of his voice.
He gently brushed the fluttering robes of his hurried steps and said in a gentle tone, "If Your Highness has nothing urgent to do, please follow me..."
The words of the Immortal Lord Zhenyu got stuck in his throat. His usually gentle eyes widened slightly as he looked in disbelief at the beauty who was leaning gently on Prince Rong Zhao's shoulder with moist eyes.
Doubt flashed in Baoshan's eyes. She tilted her head slightly, raised her fair face, and looked at Prince Rong Zhao's tense jaw.
"Master, who is he?"
Upon hearing this, the Immortal Lord Zhenyu nearly collapsed to the ground. Finally, drawing upon his accumulated strength, he managed to steady himself. His once gentle and polite expression froze. He muttered to himself, "In the celestial realm, only the fairy of Yuehan Palace and her white rabbit are known as master and servant. Besides them, everyone in the celestial realm addresses each other as "Fairy Lord."
Prince Rong Zhao's face was slightly cold, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was cold: "Don't shout."
Prince Rong Zhao knew the lotus's weak point—its slender vines. He spoke threateningly, saying, "Otherwise, I will break your vines."
Baoshan immediately closed his lips, and his eyes, which were filled with water, became more and more misty, filled with grievance and fear.
Zhenyu Immortal Lord didn't dare to look closely, and could only ask softly: "Princess Chunru has been waiting for a long time. I will leave first. Your Highness, can you come with me..."
Prince Rong Zhao did not hesitate, his voice cold, "This is just a demon world, I don't need to worry about it."
Prince Rong Zhao did not even take the demon world seriously.
What's more, Chunru is just a princess from the demon world, so it is impossible for him to see her off in person.
After just a few words, the Immortal Lord Zhenyu understood the meaning, bowed and saluted, and then left.
Prince Rong Zhao moved his hand slightly, and the weak body in his arms seemed to have seen some ferocious beast, and trembled uncontrollably.
Crown Prince Rong Zhao wanted to throw the useless little lotus on the ground and leave, but with her cowardly nature, she was afraid she would faint as soon as she hit the ground.
Prince Rong Zhao frowned, thinking that this was troublesome, and put the treasure fan on the ground.
Baoshan stood up straight, her small and slender body just reaching Prince Rong Zhao's chest.
The thick black hair that reaches her hips becomes her natural cover.
Little do people know that the beauty that is half-hidden, like flowers in the fog, and covered by a pipa is the most bewitching.
Prince Rong Zhao turned and left without hesitation. The treasured fan he left behind looked panicked, wanting to chase but not daring to. He timidly called out, "Master..."
Baoshan thought of the threat Prince Rong Zhao had just made, that if she dared to shout again, he would break her branches.
Thinking of the broken branches, an inexplicable red cloud appeared on Baoshan's cheeks, and the crystal clear water droplets appeared in his mind.
Suddenly my head felt as if it was soaked in warm water. I felt dizzy and didn’t know what to do.
When Prince Rong Zhao turned around, he saw such a shy and charming scene of a beautiful woman. His brows furrowed even more and he tore off his brocade clothes.
Anyway, this brocade robe has been stained by Baoshan's body, so he will definitely not wear it again.
Prince Rong Zhao moved his fingers slightly and used his magic power to change the black robe on his body.
The brocade clothes transformed into a black dress, wrapped around Baoshan's slender body.
Prince Rong Zhao's robe was embroidered with patterns of golden dragons flying in the clouds. When it was embroidered on the precious fan, these patterns turned into dark floating patterns.
The pure and clean little lotus should be in harmony with the flawless white color of snow.
But Baoshan doesn't look out of place in the dark black dress, but rather complements it perfectly.
Because she got a new dress, Baoshan let out a slight cry of surprise. The sound was neither harsh nor disturbing. Instead, it was like the sound of an ignorant child, which was extremely cute.
The waist is tightly bound by the dress, and above it, there is a bulge that cannot be ignored.
Such a waist-cinching dress makes Prince Rong Zhao look as slim as a bamboo.
On the precious fan, it adds an extra touch of decadence.
After quieting down the useless little lotus, Prince Rong Zhao left without any reluctance.
Baoshan lowered her beautiful eyes slightly, she didn't want to reach the top in one step.
Just as it is extremely rare for a lotus to cultivate into a human form in one day, Baoshan himself also spent a lot of time and, with the help of kind-hearted people, was able to transform into a human form.
Expecting Prince Rong Zhao to fall in love at first sight is simply wishful thinking.
What Baoshan did today was to leave an impression in Prince Rong Zhao's mind, so that he would have a faint memory of this lotus.
Baoshan walked lightly to the corner of the corridor. Her figure was reflected in the pool. She was wearing a dark black dress, which made her exposed skin look as white as snow and crystal clear.
Liusheng Heyan is a secluded place, and not many fairies come and go.
Baoshan waited for a long time, but still did not see the fairy she wanted. She did not feel bored, but just stared at the calm surface of the pond in a trance. She concentrated and heard the brisk footsteps behind her. It was very familiar, and she knew that the person she was waiting for had come.
Baoshan turned around and looked at the beautiful fairy in front of him, with a gentle smile on the corner of his lips, which made people feel dazed.
Fuling's eyes were blank, and she hesitated and said, "Treasure fan?"
Although it was one person and one lotus, Fuling could still see the similarities between the two.
Baoshan threw herself into Fuling's arms, her voice soft, "Fuling, I finally see you!"
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