Chapter 110 Chapter 110 "I love you, and only you. ...
The adopted son of the God Emperor, Lord Lan Qi.
The beauty is not yet radiant, and the jade-like bones are elegant and pure.
From the master of Ziwei Palace to the lowly immortal slave.
He has always been kind and friendly, treating everyone equally, not taking advantage of his status or bullying others.
Ten thousand years ago, the evaluation of the young man by the teachers in the academy that he accidentally overheard behind his back suddenly flashed through Yu Jiuzhao's mind.
Then, an even fainter voice rang out from the darkness deep in my heart:
It turns out that no matter how easy-going a gentleman is, if he meets someone he hates to the core, he will remain as mean as ever.
But no one is a child anymore.
Jiu Zhao would never behave like he did in the past, where he would throw up his phoenix feathers and stand with his hands on his hips to argue with him after being ridiculed a few times.
She calmed her composure and spoke up for Zhu Yan, defending him. "I remember that Ye Zun used to dislike people who judged others by their social status or bloodline. How come, after not seeing him for a thousand years, he's become the narrow-minded person he once described himself as?"
Matters of the heart are like drinking water; only you know whether it is hot or cold.
Jiu Zhao had no intention of discussing her happiness with her former fiancé. After retorting, she changed the subject: "Also, aren't the demon envoys' quarters all arranged in Erqingtian? Why is Ye Zun appearing near the Father's chambers in the middle of the night?"
Lan Qi sneered, "Next time, don't just listen to half of Danxun's advice—it's true that the envoy from the Burning Sea is in Erqingtian, but the Divine Emperor left me alone in Fuyao Palace. I drank too much immortal wine at the banquet, and my mind is getting clearer. I can't sleep anyway, so I came out for a walk to cool off the drunkenness."
Jiu Zhao of Fuyao Palace knew about it.
It is usually used as a residence for important guests who have something to stay in Sanqingtian and are unable to return.
But it is located southeast of the God Emperor's bedroom and is quite far away.
Unless there is some other purpose, there is no reason for him to come here to relieve his drunkenness.
Confusion arose in Jiu Zhao's heart, and his eyes immediately showed alertness.
Lan Qi slowly took two steps closer and leaned down towards her tense face. "Why, are you afraid that I might do something bad to your Father God?"
He knew that the Nine Zhaos were running in parallel, and his words hit the nail on the head.
But his tone and expression remained unchanged as he asked, "Don't even mention the number of soldiers guarding the Three Pure Heavens. There are dozens of powerful immortal officials guarding this palace alone. My envoys from the Burning Sea are all in the Second Pure Heaven. What can I do alone?"
Jiu Zhao's vigilance remained undiminished. Under the moonlight, his pupils dilated as Lan Qi moved, like a cat preparing for battle. "Since you've chosen to associate with the demon, how could I know how many tricks you've hidden? Furthermore, over the past few thousand years, your power has steadily increased, and you were able to severely injure Fu Xu."
"We've been separated for two hundred years, yet you still care so much about me. Aren't you afraid that Immortal Zhu Yan will misunderstand me?"
It only takes a moment to go from the conflict between the two tribes, a major event with ulterior motives, to the trivial matters of the old love between yin and yang.
Jiu Zhao didn't catch up with Lan Qi's sudden change of thought for a moment. He heard him stand up, fold his arms, and chuckle to himself, "That's right. I forgot that Your Highness Jiu Zhao has always been like this. He has a broad mind and a heart of love that can accommodate everything in the world."
If I hadn't seen Lan Qi's true face, I wouldn't have understood how much he hated me.
Jiu Zhao almost thought that his sharp criticisms were just a sign of jealousy.
……Pooh!
What jealousy.
When I said this word, an uncomfortable chill spread through my body.
Jiu Zhao cursed several times in his heart and cursed Lan Qi over and over again.
She had just raised her face slightly, adopting the solemn and aloof demeanor of a divine princess, and warned him half politely, half warningly, "What about universal love and vastness? I don't understand what Ye Zun is saying. But after the alcohol has dissipated, Ye Zun should return home early, lest in this dark night with heavy dew, he be mistaken for an assassin by the guarding immortal officials and detained. That would be detrimental to the diplomatic relations between Sanqing Heaven and Fenye Sea."
Her words were clearly an order to leave.
He was almost saying to Lan Qi directly, "There's no point in talking to each other if we don't agree. I feel annoyed just seeing you."
But the party being warned has no self-awareness at all.
He stood in front of Jiu Zhao like a mountain in the abyss, staring at her without blinking.
In the past, as a silent follower, Lan Qi, despite his height, always had a certain youthful frailty. Looking at him now, even if Jiu Zhao didn't want to admit it, the obvious height difference always made her feel like a weak prey encountering a huge beast.
The feeling of discomfort became increasingly clear in Lan Qi's fixed gaze.
Just as Jiu Zhao's phoenix feathers were standing on end, and she was about to lose her disguise as an aloof goddess, his eyes flickered slightly, and he continued to speak irrelevantly: "Fu Xu was seriously injured by me, and this is not the only time. It turns out that you really don't know anything."
After saying that, he left Jiu Zhao, who was full of questions, and walked away neatly.
There was no trace of nostalgia, nor a single glance.
…
After experiencing inner demons and illusions, and going through layers of torture, Jiu Zhao finally reconciled with his past self.
She let go of Lan Qi and Fu Xu.
There is no longer too much love and hate, and we can remain calm and composed when we meet again.
However, Lan Qi's last riddle-like words successfully made Jiu Zhao's mind filled with only him.
What serious injuries more than once.
It turns out she didn't know anything.
What should she know?
What is the connection between these words?
Jiu Zhao racked her brains, but she only remembered that two hundred years ago, when she was still with Fuxu, he was also seriously injured.
The Father God said that when he sent people to chase Lan Qi, they were accidentally ambushed and injured by the power of the Phoenix's true blood.
She also asked where the other half of the true blood came from.
The Father’s answer was that it was not yet time to speak to her.
Lan Qi was originally a fairy grass and a fairy with wood attribute.
Jiu Zhao naturally wouldn't think of him as the holder of the other half of the Phoenix's true blood.
I've been thinking about it over and over again, but I still can't figure it out.
It seemed as if everyone around her, except her, was carrying countless secrets.
Jiu Zhao decided to ask about the relevant matters of the past when he talked about Wu Zhu's secret with the God Emperor.
She flew back to Lihentian after many years of separation. When Xiangbi, who was on duty, saw her, they hugged and cried for a long time again.
It took another half an hour to settle everything.
Jiu Zhao drank the sobering soup, took a bath, and then changed into a soft underwear robe.
She lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, and a pair of strong arms attacked her from behind.
"who?"
Jiu Zhao unconsciously used the physical skills taught by Fu Xu, raising his elbow and striking back fiercely.
But halfway through, she was tightly embraced by an open hand: "Zhao Niang, it's me."
Zhu Yan, who had lifted his invisibility spell, emerged from the inside of the bed, holding Jiu Zhao's waist with one hand and her neck with the other.
The intimate posture is different from before.
In addition, Zhu Yan's body temperature has been lower than normal for many years due to his weak constitution.
It was as if a cool and smooth giant python was coiling up from the waist.
Instinctively, Jiu Zhao's body stiffened for a moment, and then he felt a gentle kiss on his cheek.
Zhu Yan's lips were warm.
It was just the right amount of warm.
"I'm sorry, it was me who didn't let Xiangbi and the others tell you in advance—
“I miss you so much, my heart misses you, my body misses you too.
"Zhao Niang, I think..."
The last few words were swallowed up by the magnetic and vague voice.
The voice gradually turned into flames, starting from the earlobe and wandering throughout Jiu Zhao's limbs and bones.
The gap of desire is opened by kissing.
The other self in Jiu Zhao's body also honestly expresses his thoughts and desires for Zhu Yan.
Still having her sanity, she held onto Zhu Yan's fingertips as he undressed, and asked hesitantly, "Yan Lang, are you feeling okay...?"
Before he could finish his words, Zhu Yan's calm face showed for the first time a slight annoyance at having his dignity questioned.
His arms tightened a little, and he bit her earlobe with his teeth. He said in a deep voice, "Zhao Niang, you'll know once you try."
…
Carrying clouds to the dream, Wushan is the end.
Unlike the inner demon illusion created by Wu Zhu, the intimacy of actually embracing his lover made Jiu Zhao indescribably satisfied.
She pulled the quilt over them, and the silk fabric folded into an ambiguous arc.
She slowly bent down and laid her whole body on Zhu Yan's chest, and the hot sweat on her forehead was wiped away by the young man.
"Why did Zhao Niang come back so late?"
There was no long hairpin to hold her hair up in a bun. Her raven black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, mingling with the silver hair spread on the bed. Zhu Yan then carefully picked out a strand of hair, and the black and white strands intertwined around his index finger. His hoarse voice ended with a hint of panting.
Jiu Zhao had originally not wanted to reveal how he had met Lan Qi in the middle of the night, but thinking that husband and wife were one, concealing the truth would ultimately lead to trouble, he confessed, "On my way to get rid of the alcohol, I ran into Ye Zun and spoke to him for a few words, which delayed me."
"Ye Zun?"
In the light that Jiu Zhao could not see, Zhu Yanyan's scattered eyes suddenly focused.
He asked casually, "What did Ye Zun say to Zhao Niang?"
"Nothing much, just a mutual dislike, so we're just testing each other and making some sarcastic remarks."
Jiu Zhao's answer was without any evasion, and he spoke of the phrase "we are disgusted with each other" with all sincerity.
Seeing that her coldness and aloofness towards Lan Qi was indeed true, Zhu Yan relaxed a little. "The two tribes are about to negotiate a peace, and Ye Zun, the defeated party, is bound to be upset. If peace can really be achieved, Zhao Niang's provocative words to him should be tolerated. After all, the victory or defeat is clear before us."
Jiu Zhaoben was too lazy to care about it.
Now that she has returned, her every word and action represents the reputation of the Three Pure Ones.
To be honest, tolerance is not weakness, and it is Lan Qi who is embarrassed.
Not only did he lose the war, he also lost his dignity.
Jiu Zhao half closed his eyes and responded softly, expressing his agreement with Zhu Yan's idea.
The atmosphere immediately fell into a warm silence.
The pleasure remains in my mind, and my limbs are too lazy to move.
Jiu Zhao coiled together like a slender white snake, unwilling to lift his thigh and pull away from the connected part.
As she was about to fall asleep, she heard Zhu Yan's murmurs, almost to himself, "To be honest, although I know my thoughts were selfish, I'm still glad that he chose to rebel... Otherwise, he's such a good person, how could he have chosen me?"
Inferiority complex is an emotion that Zhu Yan often experiences after he and she fall in love.
Jiu Zhao felt at once that his words, being overheard, were sheer treason, yet at the same time, she found them pitiful and endearing. She yawned and pinched the side of his face. "Zhu Yan is Zhu Yan. Why compare him to others? There are so many wonderful people in this world, and I simply don't like any of them."
"I love you, and only you."
Zhu Yan blinked awkwardly.
It was clearly him who had changed her postures just now, but now his ears were reddening with an especially innocent look.
Her heart suddenly ignited with anger, and she changed from pinching to rubbing, her nails sliding along the jaw line, to Zhu Yan's neck, and hooked his Adam's apple.
"Want to come again?"
There is no need to give an answer.
She had already felt it.
Ignore the face with dim pupils disguised as Wu Zhu that appeared in front of you in a flash.
Jiu Zhao paused, smiled again, and pulled the quilt over his head.
But before their lips touched, the young man, whose face was unconsciously filled with expectation, suddenly covered his mouth and started coughing violently.
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