Chapter 114 Chapter 114 "I want Zhao Niang's eyes, all of them...
Zhu Yan's talent lies in cooking.
Although he modestly said that he was just trying to copy others, the dishes he made were no less delicious than Jiu Zhao's small kitchen.
Jiu Zhao, maintaining a warm smile, accompanied him through dinner and listened to him play a newly composed piece of music. The two of them sat in the pavilion, the moonlit sky filling the air, discussing the sentiments of the music for a long moment. At the middle of the evening hour, Zhu Yanfang reluctantly bid her farewell and returned to the Changle Fate Tablet.
Back in the bedroom, the curve on Jiu Zhao's lips completely disappeared.
Her pretty face was expressionless, but her pupils were cold.
He walked quickly to the bedside, opened the drawer from the hidden barrier on the wall, and took out the bracelet and drawing paper that were broken into two pieces.
Holding two things in his palms, he returned to sit at the long table by the window. Jiu Zhao's ears once again rang with the words Lan Qi had said during the day.
The intertwined branches that carried all the emotions of her girlhood were worn on Lan Qi's hand, but he used them as a reminder not to forget the shame.
The existence of the bracelet, far more than its destruction, makes her former sincerity even more ridiculous.
The crimson Nirvana Phoenix Fire undulated and swayed in Jiu Zhao's outstretched palm, like a double-petaled peony in full bloom.
At a certain moment, Jiu Zhao wanted to burn all the memories of the past to ashes without caring about anything else.
But it felt like something was constantly hitting her flesh in her chest, and the pain that was eager to break through told her that all this was just the work of her inner demon - it was eager to draw strength from negative emotions to strengthen itself, which was why it constantly provoked her emotions and made her love and hate become more intense.
If you follow your desires and magnify your hatred, you are tantamount to fulfilling its wishes.
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Jiu Zhao clenched her fists, and the flame that was as bright as the sun was extinguished between her fingers.
She unfolded the crumpled drawing paper, turned it over, pressed down the top and bottom with paperweights, and stared at it for a long time without saying a word.
Finally, he picked up the brush from the jade pen holder and pressed the tip of the brush hard into the inkstone where the ink had not yet dried.
He covered Lan Qi's handwriting and wrote a new word "Ren" on it with a flourish.
After years of training in Nanling, her calligraphy has improved significantly, with forceful strokes that can be seen through the paper, showing the style of silver hooks and iron paintings.
She expressed her restrained emotions through calligraphy, and she actually felt that patience made her feel more at ease than indulgence.
As she was immersed in it, the fairy light on the hairpin suddenly bloomed.
Zhu Yan appeared in the bedroom, and in the red light, he said happily, "Zhao Niang, I'm back."
Suddenly interrupted, the inner demon that had been barely suppressed showed signs of counterattack again.
Jiu Zhao felt a sweet sensation in his throat, and when he came back to his senses, he blurted out an aggressive question: "Didn't you say you must get my permission before you can come out of the fate card? How can you be so casual without even saying hello?!"
Zhu Yan was stunned, and the smile on his face became a little helpless and forced.
His eyes quickly swept over the two objects on the desk, and he whispered, "...I accidentally left my outer robe in the pavilion."
“…”
Damn it.
Why was I instigated by my inner demon again?
Jiu Zhao suddenly felt guilty: "Sorry, Yan Lang."
She put down the brush in her hand, lowered her face and tried to calm herself down, but she didn't know how to explain her sudden temper to Zhu Yan.
On the other end, Zhu Yan just remained silent.
Fortunately, the awkward atmosphere only lasted for a few moments.
The young man in thin clothes knelt down and held her hand: "Zhao Niang, actually, I can feel the changes since you came back... Everyone has her past, and the past is also a part of life that cannot be erased - I don't care about those, I only care about the present.
"It's okay, you can tell me whatever's on your mind, and I will do my best to understand you.
"After all, we are lovers who will spend our lives together."
For Zhu Yan, who was able to compose elegant piano scores and write beautiful poems, these words were spoken in a plain and simple manner without any embellishment.
But the pure emotion contained in it made Jiu Zhao feel moved and ashamed.
What happened within the tree's heart could barely be explained as unavoidable, yet today, her inner demons were being dragged into another man. She had decided to confess her secret, but after a meeting with the Father God, he warned her not to alert the enemy until he had recovered the Phoenix Blood.
She hides too many things and is not a qualified partner.
While Jiu Zhao was silent with his head down, Zhu Yan's gaze lingered on the desk for a little longer.
In the haze with his back to the candlelight, no one could read the expression in his eyes at this moment.
After a long moment, Jiu Zhao nodded inaudibly: "Well, if there is anything on your mind, I will tell you, but the time is not right yet."
Seeing that she really didn't look like she needed anyone to accompany her, Zhu Yan was considerate and comforted her a few more words, urging her to rest early. Then he took back his outer robe from the stone chair in the pavilion, turned into a ray of fairy light and flowed into the hairpin.
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In the place where Jiu Zhao never comes, the nights are always cold.
Zhu Yan did not light the candle and stood in the darkness for a long time with his face raised.
"He left without saying goodbye and entered the heart of the tree. After returning, he hid many secrets.
"Really... it's so hard to get Zhao Niang's full attention on me."
He looked at the fake crescent moon that was conjured by divine power and muttered to himself.
Softness, innocence, gentleness...all the qualities Jiu Zhao loved about him gradually faded from his expression. Zhu Yan's pale face still looked frail, but with the muscles in his cheeks twitching slightly at a certain rhythm, he also had an indescribable nervousness.
There was no one listening, so he chattered while bending over and sitting on the steps under the corridor, wiping the storage ring on his middle finger with his fingertips.
The fairy light suddenly appeared, and several male-shaped puppets were scattered all over the ground.
In the moonlight, you can vaguely see a name stuck on the belly of each puppet.
Fuxu, Yingluo, Zhu Ying, Lan Qi... and even Xunze, who had come close to Jiuzhao and tried to please him several times when Yun was alive.
Except for Lan Qi, the facial features, limbs, and abdomens of the other puppets were all covered with densely packed silver needles.
The eyes are particularly affected.
And the puppet representing Lan Qi seemed to have just begun.
Zhu Yan casually picked up a long, sharp needle and stabbed it into the intact right eye with a smile.
Then, pull it up slowly and push it down hard again.
She murmured, "She looked at you once today, and she looked at you again..."
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Jiu Zhao still had a lot of things to do. The bedroom was in disarray last night, but it was restored to its original state after a night of repairs.
She thought that this was the first time she had used the Nirvana Phoenix Fire on a human being, and since she had no experience, she might as well try the idea she had used to repair the jade sword for Ying Luo.
He wrote down his plans and the current shortcomings he faced in the immortal message and sent it to the West Sea.
Not long after, Yingluo sent a letter saying that the jade sword was already cracked anyway, so why not give it a try with the Phoenix Fire.
Jiu Zhao was excited and rushed to the West Sea before breakfast.
When she arrived at the prince's residence, she happened to meet an unexpected person.
As she stepped over the threshold of the courtyard, she bumped into Fuxu, who was wearing a pine green robe today.
Their eyes met and then separated. Fu Xu took a half step back and bowed, "Greetings, Her Majesty the Divine Princess."
He has always been the most dedicated minister in Sanqingtian. Compared with Lan Qi, who reunited with his old grudge and was secretly hostile to him, Jiu Zhao almost suspected that the scenes of his past interactions with him were just an illusion he had in the middle of the night when he was unconscious.
The past flashed by. Jiu Zhao stared at him for a moment before motioning him to stand up. He asked, "Why are you here?"
Fu Xu straightened up, without looking up, and said concisely: "Some official business."
As ordered.
As a supreme god, he can only obey the orders of the God Emperor.
Jiu Zhao guessed that official business was also confidential and should not be disclosed to the outside world, so he nodded and walked in with him.
Behind him, the sound of footsteps indicating departure did not sound immediately.
On the contrary, Jiangyu, who came with Jiuzhao, was full of curiosity: "The sun has risen from the west, and the Supreme God Fuxu no longer wears black all year round!"
Jiu Zhao didn't respond, but glanced at her lightly, and Jiang Yu immediately fell silent again.
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The West Sea is different from the seas on earth, and is surrounded by water fairies everywhere.
Logically, Jiu Zhao should feel twice as hard to cast fire spells here.
However, the Nirvana Phoenix Fire was released through the palm of his hand and then injected into the cracked jade sword body. The whole process went extremely smoothly.
Jiu Zhao needed to concentrate to cast a spell, so only Ying Luo was left standing a few feet away waiting, while the others retreated.
The crimson light traveled through the sword's marrow, encountering the ferocious resistance of the incomplete sword spirit wherever it passed. As time ticked by, the two forces of water and fire, devouring each other, once mortal enemies, transformed and gradually intertwined.
The phoenix fire melted the icy jade layer, and the gelatinous fairy spirit filled every gap.
When the repair was completed, the cracks on the jade sword disappeared, replaced by blood-red lines.
"Yingluo, try injecting your immortal power into it and see if it works smoothly."
Jiu Zhao took back the Phoenix Fire and half-pulled up his sleeves a little embarrassedly, "I just don't know if you are satisfied with its current appearance--"
Before he finished speaking, the reborn jade sword roared and flew towards Ying Luo.
Closing his eyes, he sensed the sword's return, listening to the sword spirit's vibrant humming as it returned to normal. Ying Luo's fingertips gently stroked the fire patterns on it, then turned to Jiu Zhao and smiled, "I think the jade sword looks even better now. These patterns gathered together, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes."
"As long as you like it."
Although the repair process went smoothly, casting the Nirvana Phoenix Fire consumed much more immortal energy than ordinary immortal arts.
Jiu Zhao bent down with all his strength, supporting his knees. After a moment's rest, he didn't think much about what he said, and just casually responded, "But you're a mermaid, so the pattern on the sword shouldn't look like a phoenix. Otherwise, it would be so strange..."
Yingluo had long been accustomed to her overly strong nerves, and when he heard this, he smiled like a spring branch in March gently blown by the wind.
"Why, what are you laughing at? Did I say something wrong again?"
Only with him could Jiu Zhao temporarily put aside her dignity as the crown prince and transform back into the carefree young goddess she was 30,000 years ago.
She put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes at Yingluo in annoyance.
After playing around with him for a while, he became concerned about Yingluo's recovery during the years he had been sealed in the heart of the tree.
When she learned that Xingyao was very dedicated to treating injuries and saving lives, her prejudice against her was somewhat reduced.
The two of them leaned against the cold jade bed in the quiet room, drinking side by side Jiu Zhao's favorite iced yogurt tea in his youth. He stirred the yogurt cubes at the bottom of the cup spoon by spoon until they melted. Jiu Zhao licked the wet center of his lips with his tongue, and suddenly poked Ying Luo's forearm hanging by his leg.
Her long eyelashes covered her eyes, and her ivory face was slightly red.
"I have another thing I want to entrust to you."
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