Chapter 102 World Five (Part Four)
Being embraced by the soft and fragrant body, Fuling felt that the body in her arms was extremely soft, even softer and smoother than the clouds in the vast sea of clouds.
Fuling held Baoshan's hand and looked at her face carefully.
Her beauty is as graceful as a flower, her complexion is fair, her cheeks are rosy, her figure is slender and graceful, and she is charming and captivating. Though not meticulously crafted, the rise and fall of her brows and the slight lift of her lips are perfectly balanced, imbuing her with a unique charm. Her eyes, especially beneath her dark brows, are like fish swimming in the Milky Way, clear and pure, lively and pure. Even in a celestial realm teeming with beauties, Bao Shan's features would captivate and captivate.
Fuling had imagined many times what the treasure fan would look like in its transformed form, perhaps a child with twin buns, or perhaps a graceful young lady. Now, looking at the treasure fan, Fuling felt both surprised and at the same time felt that its transformation was reasonable.
Only the most delicate lotus of Liu Sheng Heyan can transform into such a beautiful color. Just looking at it with ignorant eyes is enough to make people fall in love.
No matter how the treasure fan transformed, it was ultimately just a small lotus in the corner of the pond. Fuling felt a natural affinity for it. She took the treasure fan's hand with familiarity and asked, "Since you've transformed and will be a fairy maiden in heaven, why don't you live with me?"
Seeing Baoshan nod obediently, Fuling felt relieved and her eyes softened. She opened her lips and was about to say something, but her eyes glimpsed the broken lotus root in the pond. Her eyes trembled slightly, and she pointed at it and asked, "What's wrong..."
When the lotus changes into a human form, its human form and its original form should become one.
However, the lotus root of the treasure fan was broken, which not only damaged the spiritual energy, but also caused a gap in the original shape of the treasure fan. It needs careful nourishment to be restored.
Bao Shan's eyes were filled with a clear and light light, and she didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the matter. She said in a soft voice, "It was broken."
Even though Fuling had a reserved temperament, she was instantly filled with rage. When she learned from Baoshan that the person who plucked the flowers with bare hands was Princess Chunru from the demon world, the anger in her heart turned into depression that she could not dispel.
She was just a little fairy maiden, how could she hold the princess of the demon world accountable?
Looking at Baoshan's eyes that were ignorant of the world, Fuling felt more and more that she had to take good care of Baoshan and not let her get hurt again.
Fuling used her magical powers to protect the stump in the pond, gathering it within her wide sleeves. The two of them walked together until they reached the fairy's residence. Fuling's residence was sheltered in a bamboo forest, where she had found a greenhouse for the precious fan.
The heaven is different from the human world. It needs shelter from wind and rain. Except for the residences of fairies and immortal kings, who will build palaces, most other people do not build houses. They find a secluded place to serve as a comfortable place.
Baoshan's flower room has no tiles blocking the sunlight. The soft couch is surrounded by colorful flowers, and the fragrance can be smelled everywhere.
Fuling stretched out her sleeves and placed the broken lotus root into the clear water. Then she turned around and called out, "Precious Fan."
The precious fan was nestling on the soft couch, with several branches extending from the flower hedge, covered with petals the size of fingernails. The indigo flowers grew extremely lush, almost clustered on the slender branches. The petals were crowded together, trembling, as if they would fall down in a moment and sprinkle a rain of flowers.
Baoshan's fingertips were pink and playful, poking the petals on the branches.
Hearing someone calling him, Baoshan responded softly and looked sideways.
A face as white as porcelain jade peeks out from the sea of flowers. It is hard to tell whether the flowers are more beautiful than the woman, or the woman is more beautiful than the flowers.
Fuling frowned and deliberately lowered her voice: "...What I just said, have you remembered it in your heart?"
Bao Shan's eyes flashed with confusion. Seeing Fu Ling's cold expression, he couldn't help but shrink slightly and said timidly, "I was so busy looking at the flowers that I forgot about it."
Her round, watery eyes are as fresh and clear as the sky after rain.
Even though she didn't have many memories of dealing with people, Baoshan seemed to know from birth how to make people feel soft-hearted and not have the heart to blame her.
That is, admit your mistakes sincerely, look innocent, and act pitiful.
Fuling naturally would not scold Baoshan harshly. After all, compared to Baoshan, she had lived for thousands of years longer.
Whether in age or magical power, she is Baoshan's sister, so how could she be so cruel as to argue with Baoshan.
But Fuling still had a cold face. She stretched out her finger and gently poked Baoshan's cheek.
"How stupid."
Fuling used her own years of experience as a fairy maiden as an example and taught Baoshan earnestly: "Even if you didn't hear it, you should still say you heard it."
Baoshan's face was full of confusion.
Fuling continued, "Especially when serving a fairy or celestial being, you must always say you've heard it, and then ask the other fairies after you leave. If you behave like you do, you will definitely be scolded."
Looking at Baoshan's delicate and slender body and slightly pale cheeks, Fuling thought to herself: Given Baoshan's weak nature, if she were scolded by the Immortal Lord, she would surely feel even more wronged and pitiful than herself.
It seems that I still need to take good care of the treasure fan in the future. Fuling thinks that she has a long way to go, but she doesn't think that taking care of the treasure fan is too much trouble, but rather thinks it is her duty.
The precious fan was a small lotus that she had personally watered with dew and nurtured with immortal brew, so naturally she should be the one to take care of it.
After sending Princess Chunru back to the demon world, Immortal Lord Zhenyu was able to return to his palace and rest for a while.
Immortal Zhenyu placed his arms on the couch, supported his head with his hands, and slowly closed his eyes.
When his consciousness was drowsy, the dream of the Immortal Lord Zhenyu was filled with vast clouds and mist, as if he was in a vast sea of clouds. He saw a slender figure in front of him, and his heart moved slightly, and he walked forward.
The slender figure like a willow branch gradually became clear.
The black hair like a waterfall moved slightly, and the figure turned around gently, revealing a pair of wet eyes, which looked charming.
Immortal Zhenyu's arms relaxed slightly, and his hazy consciousness immediately became clear.
He suppressed his throbbing eyebrows, stood up from the couch and walked towards Liu Sheng Heyan.
The lotus flowers in the pond are in full bloom, and the scene is empty, with no trace of those wet eyes.
Immortal Zhenyu patted his head, turned around to leave, and then remembered the lotus that was broken by Princess Chunru and thrown into the arms of Prince Rongzhao.
But given Prince Rong Zhao's temperament, he would certainly throw the lotus back into the pond without mercy.
However, when the Immortal Lord Zhenyu looked around, he did not find the lotus.
A fairy servant passed by and saluted the Immortal Lord Zhenyu: "Greetings, Immortal Lord."
Immortal Zhenyu recognized him as Liu Sheng Heyan's immortal servant and called him to stop, asking, "Can you help me find a lotus?"
The immortal attendant naturally agreed: "I wonder which plant in the pond you are looking for?"
Immortal Zhenyu recalled the appearance of the little lotus and said slowly, "It was delicate and thin, but its petals were exceptionally white."
Her skin is so white that it makes people feel trance-like, and it has a light pink tint, making her look like a fairy in the water, shy and charming.
The immortal attendant pondered for a long time, but still couldn't find the small lotus that Zhenyu Immortal Monarch had mentioned in the pond. He could only carefully explain, "It either transformed or was picked by someone else. If the immortal monarch wants to grow a lotus, there are still some here..."
The Immortal Lord Zhenyu waved his hand gently, naturally dismissing the possibility of a transformation. After all, how could such a tiny lotus flower transform? In that case, perhaps someone had picked it up. The Immortal Lord Zhenyu no longer worried about it. Every living thing has its own destiny; just let it take its course.
In Xiaohan Palace, Prince Rong Zhao frowned slightly as he listened to the conversations between the many immortals.
"I refined this elixir seventy-two times, but only one good one came out."
"Shouldn't we use a warm fire instead of a fierce one..."
"The immortal fruit in Tianzhi Garden has recently matured, and this immortal king wants to make it into immortal wine."
"Or sweet fruit wine is better..."
Several fairies walked forward gracefully and presented tea and snacks to the immortals.
Prince Rong Zhao, who was bored and had a slightly cold expression, caught a glimpse of a weak figure out of the corner of his eye and his expression froze slightly.
Photographic memory is the second ability of Prince Rong Zhao known to the three realms, besides his invincibility.
The fairies were well-trained. When they reached the center of Xiaohan Palace, they spread out in all directions like ripples in the water.
The ankle-length skirts rose slightly with the fairies' steps.
The fairies walked up to the immortal kings of Xiaohan Palace, stretched out their white hands, and took the objects off the tray.
Fuling walked steadily and lowered her head, placing the tea and snacks in front of Prince Rong Zhao, not daring to even look at him.
Fuling placed the tray in front of her, and only after she stepped aside did the racing thoughts in her heart gradually calm down.
Bao Shan, who was wearing a dark black dress, placed the objects on the table in a very serious manner and was about to withdraw her hand.
The immortal's face flushed, his voice rising, as if he were saying something like, "He's definitely angry, it must be a complicated elixir." With a gentle wave of his hand, he knocked the teacup over. Baoshan particularly remembered Fuling's warning—never break anything. She reached out to catch the teacup, and a few drops of steaming tea splashed onto Baoshan's jade arm. Tea is brewed with spiritual energy, and it was unbearable for someone with Baoshan's humble spiritual power.
Baoshan timidly withdrew his hand, and the teacup fell to the ground.
The originally noisy Xiaohan Palace suddenly became quiet as if the floodgates were closed.
Everyone's eyes fell on Bao Shan. She shuddered, remembering the threatening words Fu Ling had deliberately used to make her behave.
"If you accidentally knock something over, you'll suffer the most unpleasant pain."
For a lotus, the last thing it wants to suffer is having its branches broken.
Baoshan's body was trembling, and its slender and fragile figure was like a leaf falling in the wind, about to fall.
She looked up at Prince Rong Zhao in the palace and made a decision in her heart.
——Since the branches are about to be broken, it’s better not to...
Bao Shan knelt softly before Crown Prince Rong Zhao, her eyes filled with tears, her voice timid and indescribably pitiful.
"Master, I am about to be broken off."
Bao Shan thought: If her branches are eventually to be broken, she should not choose the immortal who made the elixir, but Prince Rong Zhao.
The originally calm and composed Immortal Lord Zhenyu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the thin back after hearing these childish words.
Prince Rong Zhao naturally recognized the treasured fan, and he recognized it as soon as she entered Xiaohan Palace.
Even though Baoshan intended to pretend to be a well-behaved fairy, Prince Rong Zhao still caught her red-handed by her stealthy glances from time to time.
However, Prince Rong Zhao had no intention of exposing the truth. After all, it was just a small lotus and was not worth his attention.
It’s just that this little lotus made a mistake and didn’t beg for mercy or apologize.
Instead, they came to him and asked him to break the branches with his own hands, which was rare.
Crown Prince Rong Zhao raised his head and looked at Bao Shan, whose face turned pale with fear. He raised his hand and said coldly, "Come here."
Bao Shan stood up weakly. Her dark black dress still carried the scent of Prince Rong Zhao, which mixed with the elegant fragrance of lotus on Bao Shan's body. It was impossible to tell which was the scent of lotus and which was the scent of Prince Rong Zhao.
Baoshan obediently walked in front of Prince Rong Zhao and looked at the slightly arched hand that Prince Rong Zhao stretched out, as if she understood something.
The precious fan gently lifted her dress, and she knelt in front of Prince Rong Zhao. She took the initiative to stretch out her white and fragile neck and put it into Prince Rong Zhao's palm.
Just enough to fill the arch.
Baoshan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice was so soft that it was unrecognizable.
"Is it going to break?"
Seeing this situation, Prince Rong Zhao was almost laughing out of anger.
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