The twilight merged, and the sky with burning clouds lit up instead. The glow in Qiongsang City today seemed to be much brighter than usual, and it outlined a layer of reddish border for the little loach on the opposite side.
A pot of Jiujiu Guiyuan tea is almost at the end, and there are only one or two refreshments left in the crystal box. Shaoyi put down the cup, picked up a fallen leaf casually, put it to his lips and blew it, and the intermittent minor tune drifted away with the wind.
He seemed to have forgotten the beat at first, but as he puffed, it gradually became smooth again. For some reason, the part that had been forgotten seemed to suddenly come to mind.
It was a clean and gentle ditty, quite different from the rich and extravagant tunes favored by the gods today.
Xuan Yi listened to it for a while, and unexpectedly became pleasant: "Is this a song from your era? It's very nice."
Shaoyi rubbed the leaves: "It's just an unknown song, as long as you like it."
A smile appeared on Xuan Yi's face: "Why don't you tell me about what happened to you at that time. Wasn't the relationship between our two clans good at that time? As an emperor, you are probably going to marry Princess Zhuyin, right? The princess of the Qingyang Clan is going to marry Zhongshan?"
Shaoyi subconsciously interfaced: "The Zhuyin clan doesn't have a princess, but I have a younger sister..."
In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped and looked up at her. She smiled indifferently, as if saying: You obviously haven't forgotten anything.
Shaoyi looked away, let go of the leaf in his hand, and let it be carried away by the wind: "I have to cheer up to talk to you little loach. I really don't know whether you will make me hate it or make me happy."
Xuan Yi said lightly: "Since you asked me to risk my life to do things for you, you should tell me something. Why are you and my great-grandfather fighting? Competing to be the devil king? Or is there some terrible hatred?"
Shaoyi thought about it carefully, then shook his head: "Neither, it's just that the chess meets the opponent, and then he can't stop again."
The sun was gradually dimming, and the silver moon that had just risen at the beginning reflected everything in a blur. He watched it quietly for a while. Maybe Little Loach is right, he has not forgotten anything, no matter how many scenery he saw, how many things he experienced, how many protoss he met, there are only a few things worth remembering in his heart.
At that time, the sky was more transparent than it is now, the sea of Lihen in the extreme west was still blue and clear, the Taihang Kunlun had not yet fallen into the lower realm, the upper and lower realms were peaceful and peaceful, and the gods had not yet had to seek lessons from Mr. At 50,000 years old, it is a dead rule that you must obtain the priesthood.
And he is just a young Fengjun who lingers in the wind and snow and moon like now.
Fengjun of the Qingyang Clan is extremely talented. He has slept for three thousand years after dreaming for a thousand years. He is surrounded by hundreds of goddesses, so many that he can't even remember their names, and sometimes they can't even remember their appearance.
He really didn't need to remember their looks and names, the atmosphere in the God Realm had always been unrestrained, and the long years made them seldom mention their sincerity.
Having been a warrior for 200,000 years, he returned to Qiongsang City and became Emperor Qingyang.
His half life has been smooth and radiant. He is extremely talented and hard to see in generations. His parents, priests, and family all regard him as the most important thing. He has his own arrogance, and he also has the arrogance of being a member of the Qingyang clan. At that time, most of the impressions of the Qingyang clan were based on the reputation of the Zhuyin clan, but he had the ability to make the Qingyang clan jump to the top and stop being shrouded by the Zhuyin clan.
The dark cloud-like Zhuyin family.
Shaoyi didn't know how the previous emperors of the Qingyang clan tolerated the arrogance of the Zhuyin clan. The Zhongshan emperor of this generation was named Changyu, probably because of his good talent, he was extremely arrogant, and the entire Qingyang clan was indifferent. He was very happy with him, but he didn't like it even more, and he was very unwilling to let Qingyang clan tolerate and tolerate Zhuyin clan in every possible way like before.
In fact, in their generation, the relationship between the two clans is not as good as it used to be, and their contacts are very rare, and they only maintain each other's face. Everyone is a little annoyed. The affectionate marriage of the great-grandmother's generation now seems like a distant miracle.
This is also a little girl who can do all kinds of nonsense.
Speaking of it, it seems that it was the day of his enthronement ceremony as Qingyang Emperor. It was rare to see drizzle in Qiongsang City, and the hall was a little dark. Shaoyi blew out the candles, changed into the black crown clothes in front of the mirror, and tied his chin carefully. He hated to tie his hair up because of the silk ribbon on his head, the golden crown was pressing on his head and it hurt, and the silk ribbon couldn't be tied well, it was very troublesome.
The door was opened suddenly, and Liu Sang ran in lightly. It was probably rare for him to be so well-dressed, so she laughed at him: "It still looks like an emperor when dressed like this, just don't talk to those goddesses."
Shaoyi waved to her: "Come on, help me fasten this ribbon."
Liu Sang leaned forward and tied the sash for him, and said: "My mother said the day before yesterday that you are now the emperor, and it's time to get married. If she sees a suitable goddess today, she will ask father to discuss the marriage."
Shaoyi laughed twice, and simply changed the subject: "Has the emperor of the Zhuyin family come yet?"
When Liu Sang mentioned him, his complexion became ugly: "I don't know, I'm too lazy to look."
In fact, she has almost never had any contact with the Emperor Changyu, and she was taken by the priests. She felt that Changyu was an old villain, and because she knew from birth that she had to marry him, she had no hope for marriage, but she became quite Indulgent, he only likes to laugh and play with the gods all day long, so that everyone outside knows that Qingyang's son and daughter are all romantic gods.
Shaoyi smiled and said: "You should say a few words to him, if you really hate it, I can get back the marriage for you."
Liu Sang hugged his arm: "Go back for me! I like refined gentlemen like the third emperor!"
He is satisfied with this answer.
The enthronement ceremony that day was grand and solemn, and the bright phoenix nirvana fire illuminated the entire night sky. After the ceremony, a divine monarch wearing a green lotus-colored gown suddenly came and toasted him gracefully, with black hair like clouds, With a pale complexion and an elegant and proud appearance, he is the current Zhongshan Emperor Changyu.
Seeing him coming, Liu Sang purposely laughed and made out with the gods, hoping to drive him away in anger.
Changyu's expression was very cold, and Zhuyin's face seemed to seldom smile. Shaoyi guessed that he probably didn't want to get married, so he chatted with him casually, and said: "My little sister is very naughty, if the emperor has a favorite Goddess, there is no need to be obsessed with marriage."
Chang Yu raised his eyebrows: "Thank you so much for your magnanimity."
Probably his disgust was too obvious, Liu Sang was amused, walked over and frowned and said, "What is magnanimity? How do you talk? What's wrong with me?"
The elegant and handsome Emperor Zhongshan lowered his head to look at her, and suddenly smiled uncharacteristically, and he looked very energetic when he smiled: "My words are inappropriate, the princess forgive me."
Liu Sang was taken aback by his smile~www..com~ Probably this was not a beautiful smile that an old villain could smile, but instead she was speechless, lowered her head in a murmur, and her ears suddenly turned red.
Shaoyi did not expect that after the marriage was cancelled, Liu Sang's infatuation with Changyu would be fierce and sudden.
She even left Qiongsang City and just hang out with Chang Yusi all day long. The glamorous and enchanting Princess Qingyang threw herself into her arms, but with Zhuyin's arrogance, how could she refuse? The relationship between the two of them became extremely good, and even the mother came to ask if they wanted to resume their marriage.
Shaoyi ignored it, the marriage between the two clans is now impossible, he will never reunite the canceled marriage, the Qingyang clan has become brilliant in his hands, he really doesn't want to die for her inexplicable obsession Return to the once forbearing relationship.
Mostly he never believed in infatuation, it is useless and cumbersome, Liusang is just a momentary impulse to forget, and it will fade away naturally after a long time.
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