Chapter 113 Chapter 113 "You are still the same as before. ...
After walking through the lush garden in front of the courtyard and out of the hall, Jiu Zhao calmed down a little.
Along the way, Lan Qi did not reveal where they were going to drink, so she thought that what he said just now was to give both of them a way out.
After witnessing the stance of the traitorous Phoenix Clan today, Jiu Zhao was even more resolute in her determination to seize the true blood power they relied on. They said they wanted a ceasefire and peace talks, but in reality, they were unwilling to do so. They also slandered her and the Mother Goddess in many ways. It was unknown what their plan was.
Putting her thoughts aside, she tried to leave when a tall figure blocked her way. "Didn't you tell His Highness we'd have a drink together?"
Facing Lan Qi's half-dropped gaze, Jiu Zhao scoffed, "Why are you being so hypocritical, Master Ye? Can you really drink in front of me?"
Lan Qi ignored the subtle hint in her words and said, "Now that Burning Sea has decided to end their feud with the Three Pure Ones, I am naturally sincere."
He paused at the word "sincerely," his dark, lifeless eyes revealing an uncomfortable emotion that Jiu Zhao couldn't understand. "Or is it that Your Highness hasn't let go of the past thousand years, and is therefore afraid of being alone with me?"
These words hit Jiu Zhao's sore spot.
It doesn't matter whether the person in front of him is his ex-lover or not. Instead of letting Jiu Zhao admit defeat without a fight, it would be better to just kill her.
The impulse that flashed through her mind during the confrontation in the hall was now silently influencing her thoughts.
Ignoring the obscure dissuading glance from Zhu Ying standing beside her, she met Lan Qi again and said, "It's Ye Zun's silence along the way that's baffling me. Since you can drink, then Ye Zun, lead the way, and I'll stick with you to the end."
As she spoke, she motioned Zhu Ying to follow.
Lan Qi Pian shook his head again at this time: "I said, I am alone with Her Highness the Divine Princess."
…
At the end of this confrontation, Lan Qi abandoned his carriage and chariot, and Jiu Zhao abandoned his maids and attendants.
The two of them were like the lowest-level immortals, shuttling between the clouds of Erqingtian.
There was complete silence again. Jiu Zhao looked at Lan Qi's black robe fluttering up and down in front of her, then looked around, trying to determine where this route ended, until it completely matched certain fragments of her memory.
Lan Qi actually brought her to the Chengxin Pool.
When the two of them landed on the ground, Jiu Zhao was still wondering why he chose this place.
Lan Qi walked straight towards the Biluo sacred tree in the center of the floating island and suddenly said, "I didn't expect you to be so smart."
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"I thought you would summon the divine whip and beat all my envoys without thinking."
Jiu Zhao instantly understood what the young man meant.
But he pretended not to understand and asked, "I don't know what Ye Zun is talking about."
Hearing this, Lan Qi turned his head and glanced at her.
This happened so fast that Jiu Zhao's eyes didn't have time to form a concrete picture.
She suddenly felt that Lan Qi was smiling with the corners of his lips raised. She looked closely and saw that he only gave her a ruthless look at the back of his head.
Sitting on the ground, Lan Qi waved his hands, conjuring up a low table and fine wine. Then he said, "Then show me the video ball."
Jiu Zhao followed behind, and his reluctant figure suddenly stopped.
She used the recording ball to deceive those stupid demon envoys, and there was no real content in it.
Jiu Zhao originally thought that Lan Qi would come at the end of the show, but unexpectedly, the other party also listened to the previous threats.
The situation was reversed, and the advantage returned to Lan Qi in an instant.
He deliberately repeated his request for the video camera, then asked, "Your Highness, why didn't you respond? Was I speaking too softly? If Your Highness can't produce the video camera, and you still want me to punish my men, I'm in a difficult position."
When Lan Qi said this, his actual meaning was clear.
Jiu Zhao hadn't expected him to be so shameless. His face flushed and then paled as he gritted his teeth and demanded, "The evil words they uttered were not only heard by me personally, but also by my immortal official Zhu Ying and all the immortal maids in the corridor. Are you still trying to cover up for them, Ye Zun?"
"This is Sanqing Heaven, where immortals live everywhere. I am weak and alone in Burning Sea, so I can only follow your advice."
Jiu Zhao was so angry that veins popped out of his forehead. "If you don't want to punish me, then don't punish me. Why are you confusing right and wrong?"
Lan Qi sat on the lawn with his legs bent and his elbows supported, looking up at her. This slightly rough action had a unique and elegant charm when done by him.
Compared to Jiu Zhao's turbulent expression, he remained calm: "So, Your Highness, what are you going to do?"
It was a mistake to come out and drink with him!
For the first time, Jiu Zhao understood what "if you don't agree with me, you will be beaten" meant.
She said "No big deal" and turned to leave, but Lan Qi raised his hand and grabbed her left wrist.
"What? Let go! You've overstepped the boundaries—"
This time, without the covering of clothes, Lan Qi's body temperature could be felt against their flesh.
After a moment of embarrassment and surprise, Jiu Zhao loudly scolded the young man for his rudeness while trying hard to break free.
"Your Highness, why are you leaving before we even start drinking?
"It's too perfunctory to say nothing. I've always known that Your Highness is a vindictive person. Your Highness, why don't you just be frank?"
What did Ming say?
Did she say clearly that if the other half of the true blood belonged to Wujiu, she would cut him into pieces, or if not, she would ask the Father God for permission and order Fenyehai to send Wujiu, the Phoenix Clan Leader, to Sanqingtian as a "hostage", so that he would be unable to die and would regret his sins every day from then on?
Being restrained by Lan Qi's words and actions, the inner demon of Jiu Zhao was ready to move and dark thoughts emerged.
She put her other hand together, fingers half closed, wanting to hit Lan Qi's hand, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a reddish-brown line hidden in his sleeve.
The movement stopped again.
"What's this?"
She bent down and grabbed Lan Qi's sleeve, turning the cuff up to his elbow.
"nothing--"
The young man reflexively loosened his fingers and wanted to hide his hands behind his back, but he heard a tearing sound out of nowhere - Jiu Zhao tore open the snow-white undergarment that was tightly attached to the skin of his wrist, revealing a bracelet made of brown branches and bright red ribbons.
This time, an embarrassed look appeared on Lan Qi's face.
"Why are you still wearing the Lianlizhi branch I gave you?"
Jiu Zhao's tone turned cold when he saw the old things that symbolized past affection.
Without thinking, she condensed a ball of Nirvana Phoenix Fire and tried to destroy it with a palm strike.
On the other side, in order to protect the Lianlizhi, Lan Qi actually covered it with his bare hands and allowed his skin to be burned by the flames.
“Hmm!”
Seeing the other person's slightly frowned brows in pain, Jiu Zhao felt as if there was a raging fire burning in his heart.
The one who despised her was Lan Qi.
It was Lan Qi who deliberately made her so angry that she vomited blood at the wedding.
Now, why is he so fearless, even at the risk of personal injury, trying to protect the bracelet?!
Jiu Zhao did not extinguish the Nirvana Phoenix Fire.
The firelight illuminated her gloomy eyes, and she watched coldly as Lan Qi's flesh and blood were burnt until the white finger bones were exposed.
"Give it to me, it is mine—
"Just like the '忍' written on the back of every piece of paper, I will use this bracelet to remind myself of every day I spend in Sanqingtian."
With his hands restrained, Lan Qi was unable to use his magic energy to fight against the Nirvana Phoenix Fire.
He waited until the power of the Phoenix Fire was exhausted before he responded with a broken voice with a pale face.
"I see."
Jiu Zhao responded with an ambiguous tone.
She squatted down, picked up the unopened bottle of wine on the low table, pulled out the cork, pointed the bottle mouth at Lan Qi's wound, and poured it all over. "No need to use the bracelet. If Ye Zun doesn't want to forget the hatred, I can help you remember it now."
The strong liquor hit the wound, and the severe pain made Lan Qi's facial features distorted.
As his eyes were filled with deep hatred, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of pleasure coming from his heart.
"Zhao Zhao."
Resisting the dizzy feeling, Lan Qi softly called out Jiu Zhao's nickname.
In the past, this nickname, which only he and the God Emperor could call out, symbolized the closest and most intimate relationship.
He half-curled his lips at Jiu Zhao, "You really are still the same as before, vicious, shallow, and domineering... Exactly the same."
"Whatever you think."
Perhaps it was because they knew each other too well. It was Lan Qi who was clearly physically injured, and Jiu Zhao also smelled the fishy and sweet smell between her breathing - this smell indicated that there was blood deep in her soul.
But she shrugged her shoulders pretending to be relaxed and said, "I never care what an unimportant person thinks of me."
It's time to leave.
She controlled her gaze, withdrew her gaze from Lan Qi's face, and slowly straightened up.
The hairpin inserted diagonally on her head began to flicker at this moment.
This is the symbol of her agreement with Zhu Yan.
The other end of the hairpin is connected to the realm in Changle's life card. Whenever Zhu Yan needs to find her for something, he will light up the fairy power attached to the hairpin.
Jiu Zhao did not respond immediately.
Instead, he looked down at Lan Qi expressionlessly, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and threw it next to him.
"Please, Master Ye, cover the wound. My immortal companion is weak and cannot bear to see such a bloody scene."
As she spoke, every muscle on her face changed, returning to her former vitality, without any trace of resentment.
The fairy light lit up, and Zhu Yan, dressed in a moon-white robe, condensed among them.
"Zhao Niang, I made a new dish based on the food recipes I collected during Yunsheng's lifetime. Would you like to try it?"
Although I haven't seen the person yet, I can hear his laughter first.
Although Lan Qi remained silent, he finally complied with Jiu Zhao's request and hid the wound with a handkerchief behind his back.
Over here, Zhu Yan, who had just seen the scene clearly, scratched his forehead awkwardly: "Ah... I didn't know you were drinking with Ye Zun, Zhao Niang. Did I disturb you?"
"How could that be?"
Jiu Zhao smiled and walked forward, holding Zhu Yan's arm, leaning her head on his shoulder, and turned around with him. "Ye Zun invited me here to discuss some official business between the two clans. Now that the discussion is over, I thought of letting you out and going back with you."
She called "Yan Lang" affectionately, and did not notice that Lan Qi, who was left there, had his eyes getting darker and darker.
"Hey, Zhao Niang, don't drag me away. At least we have to say hello and goodbye to Ye Zun..."
Zhu Yan used his strength to pinch Jiu Zhao's fingers into his palm. He turned around, narrowed his eyes, and smiled apologetically at Lan Qi: "Ye Zun, I'm really sorry. If you also want to try my cooking, you can come to Lihentian together--"
"No need, I have things to do."
Interrupting him indifferently, Lan Qi took the bottle with his uninjured hand, raised his head and drank the remaining bit of wine.
Jiu Zhao also gently advised: "Aren't you a natural at cooking that dish? When you become proficient in it one day, we can invite Ye Zun to be our guest, right?"
Zhu Yan followed suit and said, "Alright."
The two of them walked away together.
…
Soon, Lan Qi was the only one left in Chengxin Pool.
He leaned against the tree and sat for a long, long time, the scenery in his eyes changing from clear sunlight to afterglow and sunset.
As if he was finally tired, he spread out his hands unconsciously, and the intact bottle of wine had disappeared.
Pure white powder mixed with small pieces of porcelain fragments, with bright red dots in between.
Just like the white snow and red plum blossoms in the lonely world, their beauty only adds to the sadness.
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