There is a touch of white in the vast sky, and the snow on the clouds is also gentle, as if it will be pushed away by the wind at any time.

The cloud country is not a cold place, but the snow peaks do not change over the years, and they are the only ones who come out of the sea of ​​clouds.

Ye Qingyu sat on the edge of the cliff with her knees in her arms, quietly watching the ripples of the sea of ​​clouds.

She also likes to wear white clothes now, a jade hairpin tied with a Taoist bun, and a roll of immortal robe like a cloud.

If you don’t use any makeup, you will be like a young man in a turbid world.

The eyebrows and eyes are cold, as if they never touch the world.

But in her hand... she also held a mortal copper coin.

Her right hand crossed her knees, just spreading her fingers, like a lamp branch carved by white jade.

The copper coins with round outside and square inside, mottled dust traces are like candlelight on earth, rotating quietly between her thumb and index finger.

There was drizzle floating in the sky, like a fog.

Someone lifted the curtain.

"I guess you're here." The young Zhenjun spoke gently, as if he was afraid of frightening the scroll.

Slowly stepping on the empty and approaching, the body still has the spirit of immortality, and the eyes still seem to be quiet. Stepping on the sky, I dare not be shocked by the wind. Walking on the sea of ​​clouds, I have never disturbed the clouds.

Ye Qingyu held the rotating copper coin back to his palm and looked up at him, as if he had taken him back to the world: "Where did Mr. Jiang come from? Why did he make it easy?"

Jiang Wang stepped on the depths of the sea of ​​clouds with one foot, and at least he was about to come back.

It wasn't that he was completely unprepared. When he stepped back, he pulled a long scroll in his hand and spread it out with a smile on his face: "What do you think this is?"

Ye Qingyu blinked and saw the pen stretching, his expression was vivid and his light and shadow were just right, and he was a masterpiece of figure painting.

The painting is a man in a blue shirt and jade crown, curled up like a baby in the air, holding a huge gold ingot.

The background is endless brilliant light.

The middle of the ingot is like a screen wall. In the transparent golden light, there is a gloomy figure that is faintly visible, giving people endless imagination of wealth.

It is clearly depicted the battle in the Immortal Forest earlier, and I don’t know if it was a casual writing by someone from Zhang Huatai.

"I don't know who is so bored." Jiang Wang smiled and said, "This year, many people in Chu State hang this in their homes, saying what they call it - the picture of the Heavenly Lord of Wealth."

He walked forward: "I said I could take the God of Wealth home."

Ye Qingyu stretched out, showed her slim figure, sat down cross-legged while yawning, and said 'Oh': "When will Guangshu give it to you?"

"What Guangshu?" Jiang Wang subconsciously denied it, and immediately denied his denial, and whispered: "A few days ago."

"Did you bring a gift?" Ye Qingyu asked.

Jiang Wang smiled again: "You are so smart. You can guess this. Guess, it's--"

"Sister Shunhua helped prepare?" Ye Qingyu asked again.

Jiang Wang stopped smiling.

This...is something is wrong. When did you learn the Star Tribulation Sutra? Why are you all calculating?

"After saying that." Ye Qingyu waved his hand, took the volume of "The Heavenly Lord of Wealth", looked at it carefully again, then slowly rolled it up and tied it carefully. He said carelessly: "What do you want to talk about today?"

Jiang Wang originally felt that he was ready, but suddenly he felt that he was not ready enough. "What... are you free?"

"The Taoist system of Lingxiao Pavilion is being reconstructed. My father was a little stingy in order to hide his strength earlier. It should have been completed three days ago, and it was too late."

"The annual joint parliament of Yun Kingdom will be held tomorrow, and I will attend this year."

"The God of Wealth is trying to find a way to fulfill his wishes, reward those who work hard to live, and try to make the wishes rich without getting into trouble."

"Yunshang Commercial Road has made great investments in Muslim State this year. I am thinking about the overall plan and who should be assigned to be responsible."

"A certain inn has developed to a bottleneck. I plan to open a new high-end commercial card with more extraordinary facilities..."

Qingyu said one by one what he was busy with, holding the scroll with one hand and lazily stretching his chin with the other hand, and just looked at him: "I said so much to tell Mr. Jiang-I have always had time to listen.

Your voice.”

Jiang Wang's heart, which was like a mess, suddenly became quiet.

He sat down next to Qingyu, hugged his knees with his hands, and raised his eyes to look at the sea of ​​clouds.

Of course there are melancholy eyes, of course there are complex nostalgia, but the voice is clear: "At the Dragon Palace Banquet, I said that when the right time is right, I will tell you."

"Xiao Jiang at the Maple Sea will do what she says and make promises. I have never doubted it." Ye Qingyu tilted her head, and the world in her eyes also tilted: "But this is the first time I have delayed it like this."

The little ginger in her eyes was half-slanted, and her side face seemed to be embedded in the entire mountain view.

The eyelashes are long, like clouds covering the mist. But the bright and deep eyes are the moon that cannot be covered.

The bridge of the nose is high and straight, and the lips are pursed stubbornly.

A young man who was once covered in dust and was overwhelmed by his past experience.

When did it grow like this?

It is probably impossible to face each other, and it may take the last time to recall these things from your eyes.

In short, Jiang Wang just sat and spoke, as if to the sea of ​​clouds: "She..."

He wanted to seriously open his heart and say why he delayed this promise. He was willing to talk about what was different about that woman and how she changed the world of the boy. Of course, he also remembered Qingjiang.

The swelling by the river, remember the panic in the unknown cave...

But he also remembers the maple leaves all over the sky and the bright red blood.

Today he finally felt that he could tell all that.

He didn't want to say how unfair he had.

He just wanted to tell Ye Qingyu that he remembered all the promises he made.

But Qingyu only allowed the word "she" to come out, and interrupted his story.

"Talking about another woman in front of one woman is not a smart choice!" she chuckled.

This young master of the turbid world seems intentional or unintentional, and seems profound and casual chuckling, which contrasts the dullness of Jiang Zhenjun.

He sat there, his imagination of pleasure and calmness and endless talk turned into choking.

The eyes that could easily penetrate thousands of mountains and mountains were withdrawn from the sea of ​​clouds awkwardly, and finally saw them again.

Perhaps this crampedness and embarrassment is the real face.

He wanted to say something, but he felt that everything he said was wrong. He wanted to be silent just now, but does silence mean guilty?

He subconsciously touched Taixu Gouyu.

Why didn't anyone send a challenge book today?

I gave up in just a few days. Douzhao is not good either.

Otherwise, what if you call Doumian? It’s a big deal.

"Do you know her first or me first?"

Ye Qingyu's voice suddenly sounded again, as if it was far away in the sky, and it was dazed for a moment before falling in front of him.

Jiang Wang suddenly felt that she might have underestimated Qingyu's combat ability, at least she could always surprise her moves.

Suddenly, he came to his senses and was forced into his eyes by this question. The crazy flickering immortal thoughts and galaxies didn't know what the correct answer was. He had to honestly say: "I'll know her first."

Ye Qingyu said "Oh".

What does "Oh" mean?

Understand? Think about it again? What bullshit?

As powerful as Dou Zhao, he could see where the next knife would come from with a thrust. But he couldn't guess the thought of "Qingyu on the Clouds".

"Then..." Jiang Wang was stunned for a while, and finally took out the small brocade box and held it in his hand. He said embarrassedly: "Do you still want this?"

Qingyu gave him a blank look: "If I don't accept it, how can I return the gift?"

"Always take Shunhua's things... it's like she has raised a younger brother and also has an older brother who can't take care of himself."

Her tone seemed anger and resentment: "I will prepare a gift later. You will return it in two days. Don't be too deliberate..."

I even gave her a lecture. Jiang Wang thought to himself.

But at least I knew it and didn't explain it. I just said "hmm", activate the array pattern quickly and opened the brocade box.

In the brocade box, above the black silk is a hairpin with silver silk hooked phoenix tail. It looks simple and beautiful, with both nobleness and fairy spirit.

Although Qu Shunhua helped prepare, he also made serious suggestions - of course, this younger sibling was too independent and the suggestion was not adopted.

Jiang Zhenjun shook his two fingers lightly, and he picked up a sword flower and said tentatively: "I'll put it on for you?"

Ye Qingyu glanced at the fairy eyes and watched the sword flower fade away.

Jiang Wang was inexplicably uneasy and moved his shoulders.

"After so long, you haven't learned to wear hair seriously," she said.

The hair I gave An An was pretty good. Jiang Wang wanted to say this, but suddenly he had an idea and said, "It may take practice."
To be continued...