My ex-boyfriend is always pestering me [Quick Time Travel]

The sweet incense is lingering, creating a warm feeling in the closed palace.

Jiang Ya opened his eyes, and what he saw was the eaves of the bed carved with feathers and feathers, and the bed curtain as thin as a cicada's wings was hanging down, blurring the reflection of the outside world.I was lying on a thick and soft bed, and my body was covered with an extremely light silk quilt, so soft that it seemed unbearable to hold.

He coughed lightly, and someone in the hall immediately said respectfully, "Your Honor, do you want to get up?"

"kindness."

Jiang Ya sat up with her elbows propped up, and lifted the curtain of the bed.

The attendant kneeling by the bed stepped forward to put on his shoes, and then brought clothes for him to put on layer by layer.

Jiang Ya stood in front of the tall bronze mirror and looked at the person in the mirror.

Ice skin and jade skin, cool and thin beauty bones.

The face of the young man in the mirror is picturesque, like an impeccable and peerless work of art, noble and exquisite, but his expression is engraved with a very thorough indifference.

After Ren attendant put on the brocade outer shirt for himself, he lowered his eyes and said slowly: "Where is Your Majesty?"

The cool and pleasant voice was like the crisp sound of glass cups colliding. The listeners' hearts tightened, but they couldn't help but have a little reverie, wanting to hear more from this voice.

The servant's head drooped even lower.

"Your Majesty is going to welcome the Taoist priest who has returned from wandering in the sky. If you want to see Your Majesty, you can wait a moment."

Jiang Ya was not interested and said, "No need."

He thought about it.

"Let's go to the small garden."

The attendants who served him all knew that the small garden in the palace was Jiang Ya's favorite. It was lush and verdant inside, and Jiang Ya loved quietness. He often stayed in it for a long time, and when he came out, he would feel a little sad.

After His Majesty knew about it, he simply gave the small garden to Jiang Ya, transplanted more flowers and plants in it, and even built a hut, equipped with beds and bedding, and took good care of it.

But such a beautiful and noble person deserves to be coaxed and pampered in the palm of his hand.

Leaving aside the attendants and entering the garden, Jiang Ya turned left and right with ease, and finally stopped at the place where the small garden was almost at the end, pushed aside the willows in front of the wall, and pushed open the small wooden door.

The door creaked, and the person leaning against the door immediately raised his head, his voice childish and joyful.

"Brother Yan!"

Jiang Ya pressed against her lips.

"Be careful not to startle others."

Zhong Xian stared blankly at his light-colored eyes that were close at hand, in which a small projection of himself was reflected. Compared with the beautiful person in front of him who dared not touch him, he was so humble and ugly.

The warmth on the lips is soft like a feather, as if it will fly away when blown.

Zhong Xian looked at him blankly, with a bewildered expression, and murmured: "Brother Yan..."

Jiang Ya gently closed the door with his backhand, his cold tone showing some gentleness.

"Xian'er, what's wrong?"

Zhong Xian blushed, and tugged at the hem of his clothes uneasily, a little shy.

"Xian'er...Xian'er misses Brother Yan..."

Jiang Ya touched her head.

"So Brother Yan came to see Xian'er. Does Xian'er practice every day?"

"Yes! Xian'er has been practicing!"

Zhong Xian was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, so he took a few steps back, and immediately put on a serious face and showed him that the little girl was dancing like a tiger.

Jiang Ya showed a smile of praise, and her cold eyes were filled with moist tenderness.

"Xian'er is amazing."

Zhong Xian was praised, and he tugged at the hem of his clothes at a loss, as if he was a little shy.

"Brother Yan... Brother Yan is so kind to Xian'er."

Jiang Ya smiled slightly, but did not speak.

Because you are the target of the Raiders.

As the daughter of His Majesty in the world of empresses, Zhong Xian was supposed to have a good life.But His Majesty was too ambitious, delusional that he could rule the kingdom forever, not only obsessed with the study of longevity medicine, but even expelled his daughters from the palace, fearing that they would threaten his status.

Under His Majesty's deliberate hostility, her daughters' life before being expelled from the palace was not satisfactory. Among them, Zhong Xian was bullied even more severely because of her frail body. Then starved to death.

If one wanted to complete the task, then reaching the pinnacle of one's life would undoubtedly mean making Zhong Xian her Majesty the Queen.

For this reason, Jiang Ya gave her a martial arts secret book when they met a few times before, and asked Zhong Xian to learn martial arts to protect himself. He didn't want Zhong Xian to be killed by others before the great cause started.

Besides, in the world of female patriarchs, it is as common for women to learn martial arts from an early age as it is for men in a patriarchal society to learn to ride horses and hunt from an early age.

As for men, they only need to be as beautiful as a flower.

What a fresh and easy setup.

After coming out of the small garden, he took a look at the gradually darkening sky, returned to his Tibetan Yan Palace, and after tinkering in the small kitchen for a while, he ordered his attendants to lead him to find His Majesty.

Your Majesty is a diligent and good monarch, and spends ten days in January in his Yutian Palace, either to review memorials, or to convene ministers to discuss political affairs.Under her rule, the country is well-organized, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the society is in good order. She can really be called a wise monarch.

But there is one thing, His Majesty is very keen on the technique of longevity, so he specially built a palace and raised a group of Taoists to develop longevity pills for her.

Jiang Ya was a little worried at first, but she was relieved when she saw that the Taoists hadn't done it for a long time.

How could such a heaven-defying thing really exist.

Recently, His Majesty has become more and more anxious about the slow progress of the development of the longevity pill. From time to time, he will invite immortals from all walks of life to the palace, eager to realize her dream of longevity as soon as possible.

Jiang Ya stood quietly outside the palace gate, and went in after the servants went in to report.

The buildings in the palace are magnificent and resplendent. His Majesty was talking with someone at the white jade table. When he saw Jiang Ya coming in, he smiled and said, "Yan'er, come here quickly."

Jiang Ya walked over to bless the body.

"Yan'er has seen His Majesty."

His Majesty reached out and pulled him into his arms, his tone slightly reproachful, but his expression extremely gentle.

"I've said it before, Yan'er doesn't need to communicate, and doesn't need to salute, why is she always so polite to me?"

Jiang Ya lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "Yan'er is terrified, this is not in line with etiquette."

I patted him on the shoulder dotingly, with an extremely happy tone.

"Yan'er, this is Daoist Wuxu who just came back from Yunyou. The Taoist priest was enlightened by an immortal, and he said that it only takes half a year to make the longevity pill."

Jiang Ya was startled and looked up.

There is a luminous pearl hanging in the palace, reflecting the face of the opposite person clearly.

The rare long silver hair really has the charm of a fairy, the appearance is first-class deep and handsome, the temperament is as calm as the clouds and the sea, holding a white feather whisk in his hand, as if he will become a flying fairy at any time of.

This Taoist's hair was light silver, but his eyes were extremely black, like an unfathomable deep pool.

He fixedly stared at Jiang Ya, with the corners of his mouth curled up, with an inscrutable look on his face.

Oh ho!handsome guy!

Jiang Ya's face was light.

"Previous Taoists also said that longevity pills can be made, but after so long, they have not seen any results."

A trace of anger flashed in His Majesty's eyes, and his voice sank a bit.

"Those people are just charlatans. I feed them with good food and drink, but they can't make anything!"

Jiang Ya smiled lightly, with a contemptuous tone.

"Then how does Your Majesty know that the Taoist priest in front of you is not a charlatan?"

His Majesty frowned.

The Taoist priest suddenly spoke, his voice was low and magnetic, and it did not rise because of Jiang Ya's contemptuous questioning, but with a determined smile.

"If the nobleman doesn't believe it, you can test the poor Taoist. No matter what kind of elixir, the poor Taoist can make it."

Yo, so loud?

Jiang Ya sneered, deliberately making things difficult.

"Well, I want flowers to grow on my clothes. I wonder if it can be done?"

"Pillions are for people to eat, how can they affect clothes? Yan'er, don't mess around."

Although His Majesty reprimanded him, his tone was very casual, and he looked at Taoist Priest slightly scrutinizing, intending to see how he would answer.

The Taoist priest smiled slightly.

"It's okay, everything in the world is a living thing, so the pill can naturally be used on anything."

His eyes stayed on Jiang Ya, his pupils flickered slightly.

"Your Majesty only needs to give Pindao three days. After three days, Pindao will give His Majesty and the nobleman an answer."

"It's so good, then there will be a Taoist leader."

His Majesty is very satisfied.

After the Taoist priest left, Jiang Ya's expression calmed down. He opened the food box he brought and brought out a celadon bowl.

"Your Majesty, this is the porridge Yan'er made for you."

His Majesty stared at him lovingly, stroking his cheek with one hand.

"Yan'er has a heart, it really does not fall every day."

"Your Majesty's kindness, Yan'er has nothing to repay, but can only express his heart with soup every day."

Jiang Ya smiled lightly.

He is usually indifferent and reticent, and occasionally when he smiles, there is a kind of flourishing spring/color, engraved with subtle beauty.

His Majesty's heart fluttered, and he couldn't help saying softly: "Okay, Yan'er feed me."

Jiang Ya held the bowl and handed it to her mouth one spoon at a time, her slender eyelashes were covered with a layer of light shadow.