Little Overlord and Mr. Mei

Xia Wuxin's heart really raised her throat, and she seemed to be able to spit it out with a hiccup. She stared at the door all the way, and finally, a woman walked out in the sky. She was dressed in a white-yue brocade dress with layers of skirts fluttering. Behind him, the long sleeves are dragging, but they are not stained.

The eyes of everyone followed her, from outside the door to inside the door, and then to the main position.

Such Song Yubai really makes people feel unattainable. She does not squint, her eyebrows are cold, as if covered with frost, but it can't conceal her beauty.

Worthy of the title of cold-faced Buddha, every place she went, the immortals dared not speak.

The wine glass in Xia Wuxin's hand couldn't help but leaned, spilling some on her lap, she didn't notice.

"Emperor, I would like to thank the emperor for her personal hospitality..." When Song Yubai walked past Xia Wuxin, the Prince Shenfeng suddenly stood up and spoke. He held a wine glass in both hands, seemingly polite.

Unexpectedly, Song Yubai did not look at him, even without pause, and continued to walk through the wide hall, with a white mist rising from the skirt, as if he were just a pillar.

Prince Shenfeng froze in place, and his fair face soon turned blue and purple, and colorful.

In the end, I had to chat and sit down.

There was a very low chuckle from the crowd, seeming to laugh at the prince's uncontrollable ability. The emperor of the heavens dared to throw a cup and a bowl in front of the emperor, how could she ignore him.

"I don't know when I will see the emperor's face no longer cold." Xia Wuxin muttered behind him.

With everyone holding their breath, Song Yubai finally walked to the throne. When she lifted her hands, a gust of wind rolled up the skirt and spread half of an ice flower on the ground. Her long eyelashes were raised slightly, and her voice was like falling from the sky.

"Start."

In the huge hall, the voice slowly sounded, and then the fairy music gradually began. Several fairies sat in the clouds and mist in the middle of the hall, gently twisting and reverberating around the beam, and the atmosphere relaxed a lot.

"Emperor, this is Huaxian's peach blossom stuffing." The fairy waiter named Qingzhu took a pot of wine and walked in front of Song Yubai, still timidly, his voice trembled strangely.

Song Yubai raised her Liulimu slightly, glanced at her, and said lightly: "I'm so afraid of me?"

"The slave girl dare not." Qing Zhu hurriedly lowered her head, her body worthy of falling, but Song Yubai lifted her up with a snap of his finger.

Over the years, there have been more scenes like this, and Song Yubai didn't say much anymore, just said: "Remove the wine and replace it with tea."

Green bamboo replied again and again, ran away quickly holding the hip flask, ran back quickly, and placed a pot of hot tea in front of Song Yubai.

"Where's the tea cup." Song Yubai tapped the hot teapot twice with his hands, his complexion remained unchanged, but his eyes were faint and helpless.

Qing Zhu almost cried. She bowed to apologize, and then ran to fetch a glass tea cup, carefully put it down, and almost lowered her head into her chest, as if she was afraid that Song Yubai raised her hand and turned her into powder.

"Go down." Song Yubai sighed, and the people around him were so afraid of her, it would be better to be alone.

She casually picked up the teapot and poured the tea into the cup by herself, staring boredly at the light green water flowing out of the spout and falling into the glass cup in an arc, the green gradually darkened and became a fragrant tea.

The following tune was changed. Song Yubai was distracted by the sound of high mountains and running water.

The man was a woman, dressed like ink, sitting cross-legged on her left hand. The black clothes wrapped her slender body, showing the unevenness of a young woman. At the same time, the body was long and undiminished.

It seems familiar, but also unfamiliar. The hair strands are tied behind him, partly hanging down, the nose is high, and the eyes are drooping.

Song Yubai stood up abruptly, forgetting the movements in his hands.

At this moment, the woman turned her head and said something to the flower fairy on the right. The two of them laughed at the same time. Her eyes were dark and dark, which was completely different from the past. Even though her lips were smiling, her eyes looked different. Do not understand the emotions.

After so many years, she really grew up, and Song Yubai felt a dull pain in her heart, and she was caught off guard just like seeing Xia Wuxin again.

A hundred years have passed, she has become more beautiful, more mature and calm, and at the same time, there is still a hint of gloom.

It's different from what she imagined.

Song Yubai didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow for a while, and a mist suddenly appeared in her eyes. She unconsciously took a seat slowly, but suddenly groaned, and there was a sharp pain in her hand, which made her bend down and clenched her teeth. Speak out.

It was the pot of tea that suddenly changed positions, and it all fell on her hand. The white and tender hands were suddenly covered with blood spots and turned red.

Seeing this, the green bamboo guarding the side hurried forward, drew the attention of some people nearby, and got up at a loss.

But Xia Wuxin watched her nose and nose in this life, staring straight at the wooden low table in front of her, silently counting the patterns on it, so she didn't pay attention.

At the same time, Song Yubai gritted his teeth and waved his hand, and said softly, "It's okay."

She sat back on the throne, regardless of the broken hand, she only used Xianli to sweep away the water stains on the table. She seemed to be expecting something, but when the table was as clean as new, no one came forward.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, she raised her eyes and looked in Xia Wuxin's direction, but her heart sank to the bottom.

I saw that she was lowering her head, and Hua Xian was lying on her shoulders, talking to her ears. The two seemed to be very intimate. They all looked beautiful, one black and one red, and they matched very well.

"Green bamboo, take another pot of tea." After looking at it for a while, Song Yubai suddenly spoke, without a trace of emotion in his voice.

Green Bamboo didn't dare to defy, and the hot tea came quickly, braving the steaming heat, Song Yubai poured it into the cup again, and picked up the cup with his left hand. The pain of a needle **** made her eyes red.

"Emperor, this..." Qing Zhu hurriedly avoided the tea cup in her hand, but was stopped by Song Yubai.

She endured the pain and drank, her eyes were full of tears, she looked at Xia Wuxin coldly, but Xia Wuxin still did not look up.

Although Xia Wuxin didn't dare to look at it, she didn't want to look at it in her eyes.

She poured another cup. The tea made by Qingzhu this time was not hot, and could be drunk. Through the transparent cup, she saw Huaxian holding up Xia Wuxin’s arm. He was joking and laughing. She put a piece of cake in her mouth.

As a result, the tea cup also had cracks, and the water sprinkled all over it.

"Emperor, you, if you are upset, why don't you go back and rest first." Although Qingzhu was afraid of her, but also saw that there was something wrong with her, she was very distressed and cowardly persuaded.

Yesterday’s things were entangled in Song Yubai’s mind, and there was an incident that the Emperor ordered her to marry her, coupled with mixed surprises and disappointments, she suddenly felt helpless, holding the jade-embedded throne with her hand, and was stunned for a while. , Step forward, as if it would fall down at any time.

Qing Zhu hurriedly stepped forward, but did not dare to stretch out his arm to help, so he could only watch Song Yubai slowly straighten up his body and stepped away from the Lingxiao Palace.

The Emperor's Palace was still deserted. Song Yubai walked to the low table, knelt down and sat down, her knees made a crisp sound, she reached out and fumbled for the portraits under the table, but they were stacked on top of each other and it was not easy to take them out.

At first, Song Yubai was only looking for it with a cold face, but in the end, his movements became more and more rushed. Suddenly he overturned the low table and grasped all the crumpled portraits in his hands. There were countless thick stacks.

"I stayed in this palace for you and swallowed my breath, but you don't even look at me, and you are intimacy with others." Song Yubai said bitterly.

She picked up the top ones, tore them in half one by one, and threw them aside, and tore them several times, then panted slightly and stopped.

She didn't know when, her eyes were already red, and the red was mixed with tears, which made her look a lot weaker, and the frost that had just melted clean.

She picked up the shredded portraits piece by piece and put them together again.

"Do you think it's only you who are unhappy?" Plain white fingertips slid across the cracks, she said gently, letting tears flow, "What a bastard."

On the other side, Huaxian suddenly touched Xia Wuxin's arm and said, "The emperor is gone."

gone? Xia Wuxin hurriedly raised her head. As expected, there was no one on the throne. She breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out her hands, and lay on the table.

"You said, did she ever see me?" Xia Wuxin was a little worried, she suddenly got up again, raised her left knee, put her hand up, frowned.

Huaxian shook his head: "I never looked up. But because of your black body, you can't fail to see it among the colorful immortals."

"Is it effective? I will know soon. I haven't rested for a long time, so I have to go back to the lotus pond to rest and say goodbye." Huaxian said, slowly backing away, and the red clothes disappeared into the crowd, and soon there were only a few left. Pieces of petals.

Xia Wuxin couldn't stay alone, always feeling uneasy. After drinking a few glasses of wine, she finally left Su Xieyue behind and slipped out of the Lingxiao Palace alone.

When I walked outside the hall, there was no sound of the languid string music, and my ears were suddenly refreshed.

She stretched a few times and walked slowly along the road paved with jade. Probably most of the people are in the Lingxiao Palace. Therefore, the Tiangong is particularly deserted. Sometimes some spirit birds fly by, holding branches in their mouths, and screaming. , The branches fell.

Xia Wuxin had been strolling for a long time, then turned halfway into the Tai Chi Garden. Seeing that it was quiet and beautiful, she wanted to sit here for a while, thinking about what to do next, but unexpectedly there was a kicking footstep in front of her.

The footsteps were very flustered, and he stumbled halfway through the walk.

A short fairy attendant rushed into the Tai Chi Garden, and saw Xia Wuxin suddenly as if seeing a savior, her small face pale because of the fright, and he rushed forward and said, "Shang Xian, the palace of the emperor, something has happened!"

When Xia Wuxin heard the word emperor, the whole person seemed to have passed a layer of cold water, she immediately got up and said anxiously, "What's the matter?"

Could it be that the broken bird went to make trouble again? Xia Wuxin's heart was full of hostility, and he walked away.

"Yes, it's the emperor and the flower fairy, they are fighting!" The fairy servant had never seen such a big scene, and stammered.

Xia Wuxin stopped in midair after just taking a step, and said in surprise: "Who is with whom?"

"The emperor, and the **** of the flower fairy! Go and see, the god, I'll go and call people, they played very hard, it's terrifying!"

Xia Wuxin was confused, but also anxious, so she had to hold down the immortal servant first, and calmly said: "You don't act rashly, maybe it's just a misunderstanding, wait for me to see, if you can't control it, I will tell the emperor."

Upon hearing this, the fairy nodded his head like a rattle.

Xia Wuxin flashed past all the way, her body turned into a phantom, and when she rushed to the imperial palace, she was almost hit on the nose by the oncoming boulder, only to realize that the fairy servant had not cheated.

The boulder fell to the ground, it turned out to be a brick wall.

And beside the lotus pond, there was flying sand and rocks, rolling up countless lotus leaf droplets, melting in the storm and sand, only faintly saw two figures, each rolling up a piece of smoke.

The movement of the two of them was too loud, half of the palace wall of the Imperial Palace had fallen, and the other half was crumbling.

Before Xia Wuxin was surprised, she cursed and ran forward quickly, who knew that before she could get close, she was almost bend her waist by the wind, and lay her head back halfway, avoiding a few sickle-like petals.

"Song Yubai!" she shouted sternly, her face smashed by a lotus leaf again, she finally smashed the leaf away and hit a stone again.

Thanks to her stiff body, she would be fainted by the stone.

Xia Wuxin couldn't get close, so she had to hold her knees on her breath. Seeing that half of the lotus pond was about to be swept up into the sky, Xia Wuxin had to soar into the sky, flicking out a ball of black energy in the air with her slender hand, and then patted a palm.

Unexpectedly, Heiqi hadn't waited for the whirlwind before he was stopped by a wall of flowers. Huaxian's voice came from the gust of laughter, not very clear: "God and learn, Xiaoxian go up."

"Learning? How can anyone learn like this?" Xia Wuxin cursed again. She was so anxious that she could not bear it anymore for fear of the two being injured. Suddenly she opened her arms, and the black energy on the top of her head gradually condensed into a machete that was one person high.

The woman's stern shout sounded, and the machete slashed towards the two of them like a gust of wind. The black aura was unstoppable, and immediately split the two of them with immortal power and traversed between them.

The wind suddenly subsided, Hua Xian took two steps back fiercely, with a smile on her lips, but from the look on her face, she knew that she had already lost her strength.

However, Song Yubai's expression remained the same, except that her eyes were slightly red, and a few green silks slid across her cheeks and merged into the waterfall-like hair behind her. She turned her head and met Xia Wuxin's gaze, but her awe-inspiring eyes instantly flooded with anger. And grievances.

Huaxian suddenly shouted: "Be careful!"

Xia Wuxin was stunned, and saw that Song Yubai's celestial power had not completely dissipated. A ray of silver light whirled and hit the observatory, splashing large pieces of rubble, and a half-person-high boulder was hit. Hit Song Yubai.

For Song Yubai, avoiding this stone was as simple as blinking an eye, but she stood still, motionless.

She always looked at Xia Wuxin, as if watching her reaction intentionally.

How could Xia Wuxin wait? She hadn't thought about it before, and her body had already rushed out, turning into a black afterimage. She grabbed Song Yubai's shirt around her waist, let go, and threw her into her arms while raising her Raising his arm, he smashed the stone into powder with a palm.

The dust was all over the sky, and Xia Wuxin coughed again and again. She hurriedly touched Song Yubai and said dumbly: "You, are you okay?"

The woman in her arms allowed her to touch her, without speaking, after a while, she suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

Her voice trembled, and she lowered her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, unintentional."