The devil is below, I am the master

Chapter 38

Dark Moon Palace.

The night was cool and thin.

Uzuki, who was sitting alone by the window, quietly watched the chessboard in front of him, and it didn't take long for him to drop another piece.

He Ming, who had been waiting at the door, took a few glances here.

Since the Lord came back from Yuanhe Hall that day, he has liked playing chess.

It's just that it's always a bit lonely to be alone.

Of course, this is only Heming's unilateral thought. In fact, Uzuki's face never showed any so-called lonely emotions, but instead frowned, as if he had been thinking about something.

"My lord, it's late at night." He Ming reminded his lord that it was time to rest.

However, Uzuki was immersed in his own thoughts and did not respond.

"What is the Lord worried about?"

After a while, Maoyue finally spoke: "...the wisp of magic energy that disappeared from Nantianmen."

"Magic?"

If Uzuki hadn't brought it up again, He Ming wouldn't have remembered it too much, after all, he was suppressed by the top later.

If there was anything impressive, it might be when he went to Yuelao Pavilion with the Lord to make amends to Wen Ran and his disciples.

Uzuki stared at the dark pieces on the chessboard, speechless for a while.

——The Emperor of Heaven may still be hiding something.

What broke the silence was a notification from outside the door.

He Ming was leaning against the door, so he took it in without any hassle.

Uzuki was rarely interested: "It's so late, what's the matter?"

He Ming only looked down and passed it to his master: "It's Wen Ran, they came back from the East China Sea."

The jade pieces on the chessboard were crystal clear and were slowly stacked together one by one.

It looks like this game is about to end.

"Why do you keep reporting him to me when you have nothing to do?" Uzuki asked strangely.

He Ming was taken aback when he heard that, and replied, "I just think the Lord might want it."

Uzuki's fingers, which were picking up the chess pieces, froze suddenly.

"Besides..." He Ming rarely looked guilty, and he took out another post from his bosom, "At dusk, Tianlanju sent another invitation."

Uzuki raised his head, his eyes were cold, and his face was not very good-looking.

"I think the Lord is in a bad mood, so he didn't send it in." He Ming thought he had made his own decision, but even if the Lord punished him for this, he would not regret it.

After a moment of silence, Uzuki still took the post and opened it to take a look.

Sure enough, it was Princess Tianlan who invited him to Tianlanju for tea.

"Go and see her tomorrow." Uzuki said suddenly.

……

The following afternoon.

As expected, Uzuki went to visit Princess Tianlan in person.

Tianlan Residence was filled with people sent by the Southwest Nuwa Palace, seeing the princess' fiancé coming to the door, he was naturally beaming.

Seeing that she had to go out to greet her, Tian Lan still reluctantly looked at the mirror on the table again.

"Zhu'er, is my complexion really alright?" Tian Lan repeatedly confirmed with the maid beside her.

A few days ago, I was quite depressed because of this marriage. It was the sadness after experiencing great joy.

After Tian Lan got the maid's affirmative answer, she finally walked out of the room impatiently.

Although getting along with Uzuki is far less smooth and beautiful than expected earlier, but today's Uzuki is much better than the night of engagement.

Tian Lan could almost see a crack of melting ice and snow from the other party's icy face.

Suddenly she was not so nervous, but became more at ease in her heart.

Uzuki still needs her.

Who is she?

A descendant of the dignified Nuwa clan, Princess Tianlan of today's Nuwa Palace.

Now the couple who have just got engaged are sitting quietly in the tea room, looking like they have been quiet for a long time.

Zhu'er, who was always serving by her side, served them hot tea respectively, and retreated to the back.

Accompanied by the fragrance of tea leaves, the two held the chess pieces together and played against each other.

This was probably the most peaceful and beautiful afternoon that Tian Lan had spent since she came to the inner court.

From time to time, Tian Lan raised some topics that could be talked about. Although the other party's reply was still extremely brief, she was actually satisfied.

"The day before yesterday, my aunt sent someone to bring some Yaojiu. How about taking a few pots with me when I leave today?" Tian Lan restrained all her previous coquettishness and asked as if walking on thin ice.

Uzuki's eyes flowed quietly, and the long silver hair was particularly eye-catching under the sunlight.

"I heard that the Yao wine from Nuwa Palace has the effect of suppressing evil spirits." Uzuki didn't answer directly but talked about the spirit wine.

Tian Lan nodded, "Every pot of Yao wine is brewed by the priests of Nuwa Palace."

Speaking of this Yao wine, Tian Lan couldn't help but feel a little proud.

"Priest?" Uzuki put down the chess pieces in his hand, "Aren't the priests of Nuwa Palace responsible for guarding the underground palace? So they are also responsible for brewing wine."

Tian Lan had never heard Maoyue say so many things to her before, and she was both surprised and happy. She didn't expect Maoyue to like these topics, and she would have talked more before.

"The underground palace of the Nuwa clan has been guarded for thousands of years—"

What kind of thing is hiding there...?

The corner of Uzuki's mouth curled into an almost invisible arc.

On that day, Wen Ran and his party had successfully returned to the inner court.

When the matter in the East China Sea was settled, the Heavenly Emperor felt sorry for Wen Ran, and at the same time was grateful for Bai Zhe's achievements, and rewarded many treasures to Yue Lao Pavilion.

This matter spread through Koi Daxian's big mouth, and quickly spread to every corner of the inner court.

All the immortals in the inner court were grateful for how Yaozhan took care of them a lot back then, and took advantage of the good news to feed Wen Ran some candied snacks.

What kind of religious disciples are good, and the future is boundless, all kinds of good words have been thrown over.

Wen Ran slumped lazily under the marriage tree in the yard, chatting with Qingfeng, and there were two plates of soft snacks on the small table in front of her.

This time in the East China Sea, there was a lot of tossing. Fortunately, they don't need their help in the aftermath. I still feel quite tired after returning from this trip.

Even Bai Zhe, who sleeps the least on weekdays, went straight to his room when he came back.After all, during the few days Wen Ran was recuperating in the East China Sea, he had been sleeping on the clamshell, and Bai Zhe almost sat on the edge of the clamshell for almost the whole time.

Not bad, his apprentice has a kind of iron man spirit _(:з」∠)_.

The whole day today, Wen Ran didn't see Bai Zhe leave her room.

so boring.

It's a bit boring without Bai Zhe's time.

Although Bai Zhe is also a boring apprentice, Wen Ran murmured in his heart.

"Young master, this trip to the East China Sea made a lot of money for you!" Qingfeng next to him moved his little abacus nimbly with his fingers, and the more he calculated, the more excited he became.

After finally ushering in the long-lost daylight, Wen Ran felt extraordinarily comfortable, and was about to fall asleep, but Qingfeng's groaning voice immediately woke him up.

"What a profit..."

Qingfeng's eyes shone brightly: "Snacks, medicines, cloth, and those who give away spirit stones directly! I just like such a straightforward fairy, and he looks like a high-level immortal!"

Wen Ran: ...Does this have anything to do with how deep or not one cultivates?

Turning her head, Wen Ran's gaze just happened to pass over the pot of jade hibiscus placed in the yard.

"These days when I'm not here, you have raised Yu Furong very well."

The petals are like snow, and there are bursts of fragrance that seem to be absent. Wen Ranguang feels it is a kind of enjoyment to look at it.

This feeling is a bit like the moonlight shining on the bricks and tiles of the small courtyard in summer night.

Holy, quiet, beautiful.

Speaking of which, he himself is not good at gardening, and the flowers planted in the inner courtyard are also of extraordinary quality, but he just fell in love with this jade hibiscus at a glance.

Probably because of the idea of ​​"only one ladle for [-] weak waters", he even went to the Emperor of Heaven for this potted flower, and begged his old man to help him get a pot.

However, when the Emperor of Heaven thought that the flower was raised by Maoyue's subordinates, his liver trembled.

In the end it was all over.

On the contrary, Yan Fei, who was incompatible with Maoyue, used some method to help him get this potted flower.

The sound of Qingfeng digging her head into the abacus again sounded next to her ears, and Wen Ran suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, didn't we meet Lang Weixian, the son of the Clam Essence King, when we went to the East China Sea this time, and he also gave us some gifts..." Wen Ran immediately took out a handful of pearls.

Lang Weixian is worthy of being the second generation of rich people in the world, a small local tyrant, a pearl with several layers of thick when he sells it, Wen Ran didn't intend to take it at first, and he accepted the Huashui pearl because it was fun and useful, but the Dragon King is so stubborn Let them accept it.

Moreover, although pearls are valuable, they are not new to Dragon King and the others. It is better to give them to Wen Ran, and it can be a favor.

Wen Ran reluctantly accepted it, but brought Xiao Qingfeng a whole night of joy.

Until the middle of the night, Wen Ran still couldn't fall asleep.

Don't ask, you will regret it if you ask.

Why did he take out that pile of pearls to show Qingfeng?

In the middle of the night, the voice of "hee hee hee hahaha" came from the next door from time to time.

Incessantly.

This is the breeze and bright moon bothering my heart.

Lying on the bed, Wen Ran stared at the ceiling and thought.

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