Chapter 1684 I know, Aluan is the most powerful
Feng Yuanxi's expression also became serious when he heard the words.
He and his mother are childhood sweethearts, with a good temper, high self-cultivation, good character, and extremely handsome.
Father has been away for so long, and he rarely shows up, and he doesn't know where he is now. After a long time, will mother forget father? Bewitched by Yun Jingchu instead?
"It seems that we can't let him be our painter." Feng Yuanxi said in a low voice and seriously.
Gu Xiaonan nodded, with a serious expression on her face: "That's right! But if we propose that we don't need a painter, my mother will definitely not agree, so we have to find a way to let Yun Jingchu reject this identity."
Although everyone understands that the painter is just an excuse for Yun Jingchu to enter the Lan Palace, but as long as Yun Jingchu can't stand it, he will naturally not be their painter, and he dare not often go to the Lan Palace.
"How can I get him to refuse?" Feng Yuanxi asked annoyed.
Gu Xiaonan's eyeballs rolled around: "This is simple!"
Feng Yuanxi looked at him: "Have you thought of a way?"
Gu Xiaonan smiled, patted his chest and promised: "Leave it to me, and let him obediently resign as a painter."
Feng Yuanxi felt a little relieved when he saw that he looked confident.
"Xiao Shizi, Madam invites you to meet Mr. Shangguan at Shuixie." At this time, a servant came to deliver a message.
Gu Xiaonan and Feng Yuanxi looked at each other, responded, and then took Feng Yuanxi to the direction of Shuixie.
Xiaobai ran ahead, and after a year passed, Xiaobai didn't grow much bigger, like a ball of fur, but ran very fast.
In the square pavilion of the water pavilion.
Gu Qingluan smiled at Yun Jingchu: "Jingchu, try these pastries, they are all delicious."
The smile on Gu Qingluan's face deepened: "Taste this tea again."
Yun Jingchu said "Yes", and took a sip from the teacup in front of him.
The aura-filled tea slipped between the lips and teeth, and rolled down the throat.
A trace of bitterness is fleeting in the mouth, and turns into a touch of sweetness.
A trace of warmth rose from the abdomen, spreading to the limbs.
At the same time, the altar seemed to be swept by a gust of cool wind, making it much clearer.
Yun Jingchu raised her eyes and looked at her: "Is this spiritual tea?"
The corner of Gu Qingluan's mouth rose: "That's right, I cultivated it myself, and the taste is okay, right? Although the aura in Yunchuan Continent is thin, as long as you use your brain, it's not impossible to come up with something good."
There was a hint of complacency in her words unconsciously.
Yun Jingchu's eyes dimmed.
She was originally the aloof Young Palace Mistress of the Promise Palace, and she had the best food and clothing. Why did she ever bother for a little spiritual tea?
He moved his fingers, as if he wanted to hold something, and finally held back, staring at Gu Qingluan, and slowly said: "Ah Luan, you have worked hard all these years."
Gu Qingluan was taken aback, then smiled lightly: "Actually, it's nothing, do you think I've had a miserable life in Yunchuan Continent? Don't you know what kind of person I am? I can live comfortably anywhere. "
She raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "Don't you believe it?"
Yun Jingchu looked at her confident and relaxed appearance, smiled lightly and said: "Xin, I know, Ah Luan is the most powerful."
Gu Qingluan was about to reply when he suddenly sensed someone approaching and looked up at the shore.
Yun Jingchu also noticed it, and followed.
(end of this chapter)