The magic sword instantly burst out with huge energy, sweeping all nearby objects, and Xiyue and others were all eaten by it.
When Song Wenjing and the others opened their eyes, Ruan Mian was gone.
Anxiously searching nearby.
It was as if her breath had disappeared from the world and she had completely vanished.
A few years later.
On the second floor of an ordinary teahouse, a storyteller stood in front of a desk.
He was dressed in a green shirt, his eyes were bright and his voice was unusually loud.
"I saw a vision that only happens once in a thousand years. It was so terrifying! It caused the heavens and the earth to tremble."
The man spoke neither hurriedly nor slowly, describing the situation vividly as if he were there and experienced it firsthand.
It attracted quite a few people, who sat on stools, ordered a pot of tea with a plate of peanuts and listened with great interest.
The storyteller held a fan and waved it gently.
He had a cheerful look on his face and was talking eloquently about stories.
"Later, the monsters disappeared completely, annihilated by an invisible force, and peace returned to our Great Moon Nation."
His voice is delicate and nuanced, and the plot is full of ups and downs.
The audience applauded.
In the corner, a white-haired girl wearing a veil hat was drinking tea, unmoved and calm.
After a while, several guards came up and cleared the area.
Even those who had complaints would swallow their words and leave when they saw the scimitars at their waists.
The young man in the center was about fourteen years old, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was neat and capable.
He has a delicate face with a hint of childishness, showing the vitality of youth. He is wearing a gorgeous dragon robe with golden dragon patterns embroidered on it.
He has a noble temperament, unlike ordinary people.
"Sister Xian, why did you sneak out alone again and leave me behind..."
There was an obvious complaint in the young man's tone.
Ruan Mian chuckled, put down the teacup and supported his chin.
"Your Majesty, have you finished your lessons for today? Master Zhao will conduct a random check tomorrow."
Jin Jue frowned. He just wanted to stay with Ruan Mian.
The guards had no choice but to plead with her helplessly.
"Okay, I'll study with you, okay?"
His depressed mood immediately disappeared, and he was so happy that he wanted to rush over and hug her, but was stopped by a fingertip poking his forehead.
"This is outside, Your Majesty, you have to pay attention to your image."
Jinjue was most troubled by these complicated etiquettes in front of her.
The girl stood up slowly and he followed her.
The ruler of Dayue Kingdom changed. The previous absurd king was overthrown by the people, and the one who succeeded him was the least favored thirteenth prince, Jinjue.
No one was optimistic about him at first, but the young man possessed outstanding political talent.
He had a long-term vision and, with the assistance of the national teacher, managed the country in an orderly manner.
It has been a long time since the Kingdom of Dayue has had such good weather, peace and prosperity as it does now.
No one has ever seen the face of the Imperial Master. All they know is that she is a woman who often covers her face with a veil.
There are also folk rumors that the national teacher is a god from heaven who came down to earth to experience hardships and will leave one day.
At that time, Jin Jue was sitting at the desk, holding a thick memorial and reviewing it attentively.
His brows were slightly furrowed, his expression solemn and serious.
Ruan Mian lay on her side on the soft couch by the window, holding a book in her hand and reading attentively.
Her long white hair spread out on the couch, slightly covering her beautiful face.
She was wearing a light Dayue Palace dress with the collar slightly open, revealing her white collarbone and slender neck.
Jinjue secretly raised his head and looked at the girl.
Ruan Mian seemed to feel her gaze and raised his eyes slightly.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
Jinjue suddenly realized his own gaffe and quickly lowered his head.
His cheeks felt hot and he felt a little embarrassed.
"Nothing... nothing."
Ruan Mian put away the book, walked slowly over, stood behind him, and pointed at the memorial presented by Ye County.
"Your Majesty, look, last month the court allocated 350,000 yuan for disaster relief, yet Lord Zhao hasn't submitted a single memorial this month, and yet the flood in Ye County hasn't been eradicated."
Jin Jue frowned, "Why is that?"
The girl spoke at a steady pace, clearing up his confusion.
"Lord Zhao has always been kind and upright. He probably doesn't want to bother you with these troublesome matters, so he is using his own salary to make up for the shortfall."
Jin Jue understood, "Then I will send someone to summon him to the emperor later."
"Um."
The leader of the Tianluan Sect passed away due to illness, and Song Wenjing succeeded him.
It was originally going to be passed on to Immortal Venerable Qinggui, as he was more suitable in terms of cultivation and qualifications, but he refused.
Zi Ling was in the spiritual plant garden, looking at the sun above her head and wiping the sweat off her face.
Ever since Junior Sister's accident, all the plants and spiritual fruits seemed to have lost their vitality, becoming listless, and some even began to wither.
The master's scolding was like a daily routine, she was used to it. There was really nothing she could do! She had tried her best, but it was of no use.
"Alas, when will Junior Sister come back?"
Zi Ling didn't know what had happened. She thought Ruan Mian had secretly run away to play somewhere.
The woman returned to the yard and Xiaoyuan jumped into her arms.
"Little guy, haven't you found your master yet?"
"Meow."
It can't speak and looks like a cat but not a cat.
Zi Ling picked up Xiao Yuan when she was out collecting herbs. At that time, the baby was breathing very weakly and looked very pitiful.
She only knows how to treat people and has never treated small animals.
I just fed him some nourishing pills, and unexpectedly he was saved by accident.
She often cleaned Ruan Mian's house, just in case the girl would come back one day.
She teased Xiaoyuan, and the little guy scratched his sleeves with his sharp claws.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't tear my clothes!"
A man and a cat were playing and pulling each other.
Suddenly, a new junior brother came and interrupted the warm atmosphere.
"Senior Sister, please go and take a look."
He looked so nervous that he was gasping for breath, which frightened Zi Ling so much that she thought something big had happened and she hurried to the spiritual plant garden.
The originally withered tree roots began to tremble slightly, desperately trying to absorb nutrients from the soil.
The withered yellow leaves turned into tender green, and new buds emerged on the branches.
They quickly came back to life in an instant.
The dry and cracked soil becomes moist, nourishing the growth of these plants.
The spiritual fruit is ripe, plump and tempting.
Zi Ling was stunned by this vibrant scene.
She hurriedly asked, "Did anyone come here just now?"
The male disciple scratched his head. He seemed to see a woman, but he could only see that she had a head full of white hair and a noble temperament.
It seemed to be hidden in the fog and could not be seen clearly.
"When I walked over, I found that she had already left."
Zi Ling couldn't come back to her senses for a long time. She gently stroked the sleeping little guy in her arms and whispered softly.
"Did you say she was a junior sister?"
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