I am fickle

Yun Lianyi looked at the delicate flowers in his arms, and suddenly said with emotion: "I used to hold weapons in my hands, and I never knew that blooming flowers are so beautiful."

"Ghost Valley is very suitable for growing flowers, and you will have good eyesight from now on."

"Although the flowers are beautiful, they wither before I can appreciate them."

What she wants to say is that no matter how beautiful the flowers bloom here, they will never win her heart. There is no one who can accompany her to watch the flowers bloom and fade, and the loss in her heart gradually magnifies.

The little maid behind Yun Lianyi said with a smile: "Madam, if the master knows that you like flowers, then he will definitely let you see all kinds of flowers as soon as you open your eyes."

"Him?" Yun Lianyi snorted coldly.

The little maid didn't notice her master's emotions at all, and continued: "Everyone in Ghost Valley knows how much the master thinks of the lady. Even if the lady wants the bright moon in the sky, the master will go to great lengths to please the lady."

Yun Lianyi waved his hand and said, "You step back, I want to talk to Xianjun about something serious."

The little maid didn't know that her wife would never give her the green noodles she wanted, and what he gave was what she didn't care about. The wishful thinking was really too bitter.

"Langyue Xianjun, how old are you now?"

"You girl said that this question embarrasses me, I am now three thousand years old."

Yun Lianyi looked at the graceful and graceful Xianjun Langyue, and couldn't help laughing: "The Xianjun is so old, Lianyi is almost a thousand years old now, and we are not much different."

"There are not many. At this age, I am your grandfather." Fairy Langyue made a rare joke.

Yun Lianyi covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Xianjun was born handsome, and looks similar to me. How can Lianyi have such a young grandfather? I didn't expect Xianjun to love to joke."

A breeze blows towards the face, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, Yun Lianyi lowers her head and gently smells a white peony.Xianjun Langyue looked at her demure look indifferently, "You look like a painting when you are quiet, but unfortunately I can't draw your beauty."

"It's a great honor for Lianyi to hear Xianjun's praise."

Standing together, the two are a perfect match, but it's a pity that there is no destiny for the two to be happy.

Yun Lianyi suddenly grabbed the sleeve of Xianjun Langyue, raised her watery eyes, and said, "Xianjun, Lianyi would like to ask you, has anyone ever caught your eyes in the past few thousand years?"

"Have."

"In the beginning, I only thought of it as an ordinary friendship. It wasn't until later that the relationship between her and me became more and more distant. I didn't understand the pain of parting in my heart. The pain in my heart was originally love."

Yun Lianyi's hand hangs down weakly, her eyes are slightly red: "Like Xianjun, I used to be free and unrestrained on the battlefield, and I was not in a hurry about feelings. Later, I realized that there is such a thing as regret."

Xianjun Langyue's eyelashes trembled, and they knew it well, "Ripple..."

"Even though Xianjun is thousands of years older than me, Xianjun is my interpretation flower. Xianjun, have you ever pleased me a little bit?" She wanted to make it clear that as long as Langyue Xianjun had her in her heart, she would be the only one in the future. She also had the meaning of laughing.

Xianjun Langyue hesitated for a moment, and said: "Why did you marry Qingmian, why did you make yourself so sad?"

"It's all Lianyi's own fault. It's my fault for trying to be strong. If I didn't ask for an order to catch the evil tiger, how could we be in the current situation?"

"Is there no way?"

"I already understand Xianjun's mind, enough."

"Xianjun, you must find a good woman to marry in the future, Xianjun, you will be happy in the future."