Baihe was very fast and with a little excitement, he came to the sky above the blooming city of Donghua.

Looking down from above, the capital was divided into countless tofu pieces of different sizes, and Linhefang was in the corner. In order to avoid disturbing the people, the white crane flew very high, Zuo Lingquan squinted his eyes and looked carefully before finding the shaking wine banners on the small street by the river.

I thought I could not see Tang Jingyan, but after searching carefully, I saw a beautiful figure busying back and forth in the courtyard behind the restaurant. It was just flying so high that I could not say hello. Before I could see it carefully, Baihe came to the Great Dan Imperial City.

Baihe flew to Fuyan Palace in a familiar way and landed in the garden outside the hall. After a palace maid found out, she quickly ran into the palace, thinking that she had reported it.

Zuo Lingquan had never entered the palace. Looking down from the sky, the imperial city was square and could not tell where it was. He was watching the imperial city buildings on the white crane. Before the white crane could land, he saw a woman in a red dress running out under the eaves of the palace.

The woman held a wooden box in her hand and ran to the garden and began to wave and said crisply: "Auntie!" She looked like a girl who hadn't seen her mother for a long time.

Zuo Lingquan poked his head out and waved:

"Your Highness the Princess!"

"Um?"

Jiang Yi stood in the garden and looked up at Zuo Lingquan above. She was stunned at first, then reacted, with a smile retracted, and returned to the calm look that the eldest princess should have.

She was about to ask "Why are you here?", but immediately thought of something more important and waved her hand:

"Wait! Auntie, this is my bedroom, how can you bring him in?"

"Ling Quan is your future son-in-law. Isn't it normal to bring him here?"

Wu Qingwan smiled in the corners of her eyes. After the white crane fell, she fell into the garden. She looked up at Jiang Yi's lips and nodded:

"Red nectar, was it Lingquan gave you yesterday? It looked so beautiful."

When Jiang Yi saw Zuo Lingquan's eyes, she naturally would not admit it:

"He gave a box yesterday, and I threw it to Leng Zhu casually. There was too much rouge in the palace, and it was all under the care of the palace maids. I never paid attention to this."

Leng Zhu stood respectfully behind her back and muttered, "Princess, don't you want it, how dare I take a box of rouge at will...", but she never dared to say this. She just gave the future master a wink.

Zuo Lingquan came down from Baihe's back, understood the eyes of the future maid, and didn't care about Jiang Yi's fear of face. He came to her and looked at the wooden box in her hand:

"Your Highness, is this sent from the Jingtai Terrace?"

"It should be true to look at the box, go into the room and talk."

Wu Qingwan was familiar with the journey, so she took the wooden box over and took the two of them to the bedroom.

Jiang Yi thought that her aunt wanted to check it out by herself, so she handed over the box, but unexpectedly, her aunt turned around and gave it to Zuo Lingquan.

Jiang Yi wanted to say something, but facing Rushi Rumu's aunt, she was still much gentler than usual. She just glanced at Zuo Lingquan, then hugged Wu Qingwan's arm and looked at the skirt on her body:

"Auntie, your skirt is so beautiful, fit and decent. I'm jealous of the fairy-like look."

Wu Qingwan also glanced at Zuo Lingquan, but didn't say who gave it to him, just smiled softly.

The two women are more than 20 years apart, but Jiang Yi's temperament is pretentious and has long lost the little girl's Aokiji; Wu Qingwan has a high level of cultivation and cannot tell her age from her appearance.

The two of them stood together, their heights were not far apart, and they both had long hair shawls, looking like sisters and mothers and daughters.

The only difference between the obvious is that Wu Qingwan has a mature and mature figure, and is as gentle as water, while Jiang Yi is slightly tall and slender, with a bit of a young man's agility and vitality.

While walking slowly with two backs, the waist is as light as willows, and the hips are swaying. The charm of every move alone is enough to make it difficult for a man to look away.

However, Zuo Lingquan walked behind the two of them and didn't notice the beautiful scenery in front of him. He just took the jade token in the wooden box and took the letter paper and glanced at it.

The paper is not ordinary paper, it feels great to touch, and it is a bit cold, and he can't see the texture. The content in the letter is simple - at the end of the year, the nine sects exchanged students, and asked the Dadan Dynasty to send three people to the Jingtai terrace. The journey is long and the journey must be long, and it will not be waited for expiration.

After reading a letter, the three of them also entered the tea pavilion in the bedroom. The tea pavilion was very spacious and decorated quite elegantly, with some ornaments placed around them.

Jiang Yi did not greet Zuo Lingquan, took Wu Qingwan's arm, pulled Wu Qingwan to a soft-collapse seat, and began to discuss the matter:

"The Jingtuan Terrace gives three quotas and sends them all to Qihuang Valley disciples, which is difficult to convince everyone. What should I choose?"

Wu Qingwan sat on the side of the carved brocade couch, but did not answer the conversation, but took a photo on her side first:

"Lingquan, you can sit down too."

Zuo Lingquan knew Jiang Yi's temperament, but he was not interested in hitting the gun, sat down on the chair next to the tea case, and poured tea for Wu Qingwan.

Jiang Yi pursed her lips, made a look of "almost a little wink", and hugged Wu Qingwan's arm and continued to ask.

Wu Qingwan made a special trip to this matter. After reading the letter, she thought about it:

"The meaning of sending to the imperial city is already very obvious. If you want to have exclusive access to Qihuang Valley, you can send it directly to Qihuang Valley. The blessing is hard to come by, so you must not be more greedy. It is better to be fair. Let the people who meet the conditions of the Great Dan Dynasty arrive at the capital as soon as possible. As for how to choose, just fight, everyone is convinced."

Jiang Yi was thinking of this method, asking Wu Qingwan to come and communicate, and just greeted him in advance so as not to be too concerned about Qi Huanggu. He nodded immediately:

"That's it. Everyone arrives before the end of the month, and it won't be overdue, so that no one can go."

The Great Dan Dynasty is not a big country, but it is not too small in the east and west and one thousand miles north and south.

After Zuo Lingquan poured a cup of tea for his fiancée and Aunt Wu, he spoke: "It's already February 20th today, are you too anxious?"

Jiang Yi took the teacup and ignored Zuo Lingquan, so she explained: "How can people in the practice without the enlightenment of 'just 'just'? How can they be one step ahead on the road of immortality? If you can enter the inner gate of the nine sects, let alone ten days, give a day, the monks below can find ways to run from Qinghe County thousands of miles away to the capital without worrying about them."

Zuo Lingquan thought about it, so he stopped interrupting, listened quietly to the two women and talked about the details of choosing people.

Wu Qingwan came over to discuss the matter and brought Zuo Lingquan with her, in order to create some time for the future couple to spend time together. After the main thing was almost done, she put down the teacup and stood up and said:

"Jiang Yi, I'll go to your mother's old residence to chat first."

After saying that, Wu Qingwan gave Zuo Lingquan an ambiguous and inexplicable wink.

"Eh?" Jiang Yi was a little confused when she saw this and wanted to go with her. However, Wu Qingwan gestured to her to entertain guests. When she went out, she took Leng Zhu and other palace maids out.

In an instant, there were only men and women in the spacious and clean tea pavilion.

After Aunt Qingwan left, Zuo Lingquan became a little more generous, leaned against the chair, and looked at Jiang Yi's lips.

Jiang Yi, when her aunt left, also showed the usual appearance of the eldest princess. She softly collapsed, and used the cup lid to pick up the tea leaves in the cup. When she noticed Zuo Lingquan's gaze, she glanced at her:

"What are you looking at?"

"Yes, this lip fat is quite suitable for princesses."

Jiang Yi hummed softly, looking at the reflection in the teacup:

"Don't be self-indulgent. I have a lot of rouge, but I'm not using your box."

With Leng Zhu's eyes and ventilated, Zuo Lingquan already knew it clearly, but he saw through it and didn't say it out loud:

"Since the princess is not short of rouge, I'll bring a Wang family roast chicken to the princess next time."

Jiang Yi's expression was slightly condensed, and then she raised her eyes and smiled disdainfully:

"I have never tired of eating fine meat since I was a child. Can I eat something from the market?"

"Senior Wu said it."

“…”

Jiang Yi's expression froze and said to herself: Why did my aunt talk to this guy in everything... She turned her mind and shook her head and said:

"That was when I was a child, and now I don't like to eat anymore. Also, you can buy whatever your aunt asks you to buy. You are a big man, won't you make any decisions?"

When Zuo Lingquan heard this, he took out the wooden box in his arms and placed it on the tea table.

?

Jiang Yi opened her mouth and felt like she was being taken away by Zuo Lingquan. She glanced at the wooden box, didn't ask what it was, nor did she say she wanted it or didn't want it. She just pretended that she didn't see it and said something else:

"This time I am shocked to the terrace, are you very envious? Unfortunately, it is useless to be envious. If I don't ask for it, I will go with my aunt. It's not your turn..."

Zuo Lingquan naturally didn't mind this kind of sarcasm, after all, no one could go. He leaned on the chair and asked:

"When the princess returns to power and becomes the emperor, she still needs to continue practicing, right?"

"That's natural. I have a good talent. I have been abandoned in recent years. I still want to go outside to see it. What's wrong with your meridians? If you can't practice for the rest of your life, it will be fun in the future. I am in the Immortal Class and I am still young and beautiful, but you have become an old man in his seventies and eighties. When will we meet each other... Alas~"

Jiang Yi looked pity, sighed softly, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

But when Zuo Lingquan heard this, he did not feel any sadness. Instead, his mind moved slightly and he continued:

"When the time comes, we will meet each other, and the eighteen bride, Eighteen Bride, Eighty Roo, with pale hair and red makeup. The mandarin ducks are in the quilt, and the pear blossoms are pressing against the crabapple'."

"Puff——Cough cough cough..."

Jiang Yi sprayed out a mouthful of tea, and her chest trembled and almost choked to death. She raised her cheeks and stared at Zuo Lingquan in disbelief. She didn't know if she wanted to scold "shameless" or praise her for being very literary.

Zuo Lingquan took a handkerchief from the soft collapse, handed it to Jiang Yi, and joked:

"I heard from the market before. If it is true as the princess said, it would be worth the vain of this life for a man to live to that position."

Jiang Yi was choked for a long time and didn't say anything. She grabbed the handkerchief and wiped the corners of her lips before she said in a deep voice:

"Even if you and I become close, they are still secular couples. If I really become a fairy, do you think I will remember you? I also 'a tree of pear blossoms pressing against the crabapple', spit... you think it's beautiful."

Zuo Lingquan curled his lips and said, "Since we have lost love between the immortals and mortals forever, the princess is still running back to see me when I was seventy-eighty years old?"

Jiang Yi was stunned, thinking that her logic was a bit unreasonable, but she just talked and couldn't take it seriously, so she continued:

"Can't I get back and put down the slaughter? Then you can't stand in bed, so I'll walk in front of you, and say, "I have to live for hundreds of years, why are you buried immediately?", I guarantee that you can't even say anything."

Zuo Lingquan imagined the scene and shook his head and said:

"If this is true, I'm afraid I won't be angry. It's better to have someone by my side to see you off when you die than to be alone."

"Tsk~ I don't believe it. You dream of seeking immortality, and you will definitely be angry to death..."
To be continued...